#explodes him with my mind (not affectionate/j)

[gio-goose]

I was fucking fIGHTING FOR MY LIFE BRUH buT I FINALLY DID IT HAHAHAHAHAHHA

[42spideys]

— RE2 Leon’s alphabet!

self indulgent thing for leon scott kennedy because he’s my wife and my girlfriend and i love him more than you know

warning: kinda angsty, m.reader (ftm), black coded reader, chubby reader, scars are mentioned, leon is emotionally constipated probably, he’s so unbelievably awkward

enjoy !! ૮꒰ ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა

A = Affection

he’s not very physically affectionate, but my god he will shower you with praise and gifts!! he also would make little trinkets for you to keep, like charms for bracelets, phone cases, and key chains. he also LOVES buying you stuffed animals since he likes seeing them in your room when he comes over.

he isn’t very big on physical affection since he’s scared he’ll accidentally hurt you, but when he is ready and willing to, he will hold pinkies with you when you guys are out somewhere as a small gesture of trust.

B = Best friend

you guys would meet and become friends during the job, after all it WAS you and his first days and rookies so a spark naturally started. but he would be such an awkward friend, like people would think you’re holding him hostage type of awkward. he would always be kinda and considerate but again, he’s super fucking awkward and has TERRIBLE dad jokes.

C = Cuddles

he likes cuddling surprising, he finds it calming to have your body weight on top of him. even if you tell him you’re scared of crushing his ribcage, “if i die i don’t mind, it would be a fine death.” it makes you worry about what’s wrong with him, but he just needs you that close so that he can hopefully meld himself with you so you guys could be one!

D = Domestic

he would absolutely love to marry you bust he’s scared of losing you, he finds it better to being just a couple than marriage. he thinks it won’t hurt as much if you do end up leaving or dying early if you guys are just a couple.

but he already acts as if he’s your husband, cooking you delicious meals and cleaning up here and there. he always feels the need to move so him doing those small things for you makes him feel accomplished and happy, he’s just the cutest uouhfjdhd

E = Ending

if he were to end things with you (which i highly doubt but wtv) it would be as gentle as he possibly could muster. it would honestly be more nerve wracking for him since he’s scared of you hating him or cutting him off forever, again i don’t think he would ever want to break up with you but if he had to it would be gently.

F = Fiancé

leon definitely want to get married but he wants to wait for a very special moment and not in the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse, yknow? he thinks that gross undead creatures and a giant creature chasing him isn’t the best proposal spot, he wants to propose on a pretty beach when he feels he’s mature enough.

G = Gentle

leon treats you like you’re made of glass sometimes, he tries to prevent the most minor things from hurting you. sleeping in the bed with him? he’s putting a pillow to the side that has the floor. reaching for something? he’ll get it for you or pick you up to get it. he is absolutely overprotective towards you and it’s adorable.

H = Hugs

he is a really awkward hugger but he loves hugs, he just has trouble with hand placement. he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable or seem like he doesn’t wanna hug up to you, he also refused to let you hug him after the raccoon city day without him taking a shower first.

I = I love you

he said it in front of the facility as soon as it exploded, he really hoped you didn’t hear him…but you did! he says it on the daily, sometimes you think he just says it to say it. you hand him his phone from a different room? i love you. you hold the door open for him? i love you. it’s his favorite phase for you!

J = Jealousy

he’s absolutely jealous, but not in the “super hot dude pinning you to a wall” type way but in a “pls look at me instead pleasepleaseplwaseplease” way. he is absolutely whiny when you give other men attention, he’ll awkwardly stand behind you and hold onto your pinky as you continue conversation. he tries to be intimidating but he looks to much like a puppy to any other person :(

K = Kisses

he loves kisses, he’s always kissing your hands or your head but he feels like he has to earn kissing you on the lips. if you have any scars he’ll love kissing those to! but if you were to give him a kiss, aim for the cheeks. cheeks kisses make him go completely red and make him all warm and fuzzy inside.

L = Little ones

he’s very strange around kids, he’ll give a little head nod or a wave to them if they’re staring at him. but other than that he would prefer to stay away from children, they scare him more than zombies do.

M = Mornings

he’s always bright and early doing something around the house, by the time you wake up he’s in the kitchen focusing far to hard on trying to flip the perfect pancake. anything to make sure you have a nice and well balanced breakfast, so it has to be perfect damnit!!!

N = Night

he likes to have you in his arms at night, he thinks feelings your heartbeat on any part of him is therapeutic. he sleeps after you fall asleep though, he wants to make sure you get a good nights rest and is willing to sacrifice his own sleep for that to happen.

O = Open

he started opening up a couple months after you guys got together, he’s very open about everything that it’s a little scary. again he’s awkward so it makes everything else like the execution a big strange, but he would rather die than lie to you for no reason.

P = Patience

he’s a semi patient person, he has his limits especially if you or him are in danger. aside from this he is very much a normal little guy!

Q = Quizzes

he knows EVERYTHING about you, it doesn’t matter if you told him or not. he reads up you files once and awhile just to see your younger pictures cause he thinks they’re cute and dorky, he thinks he’s being a creep but he just can’t help it!! he wants to know all about you!!

R = Remember

by far his favorite memory he remembers is when you kissed all over his face when you saw him again, you had thought he died and he definitely wasn’t expecting an ambush of kisses to the face. he couldn’t even look at you after that he was so red faced and embarrassed.

S = Security

leon is overprotective as hell, he has to remind himself that you can also do stuff without exploding or dying. he just can’t help it, you’re so important to him and he would feel horrible if you hurt yourself when he could’ve easily prevented it.

T = Try

he always tries to go all out for anniversary’s and holidays for you, he thinks you’re the most precious thing in the world to him so he wants to treat you like gold.

U = Ugly

he has a really bad habit of cutting you off or not listening to you all together, he doesn’t mean to but it happens more than he likes. it makes his heart hurts when you’re talking about something you love but suddenly go quiet when you realize he’s not paying attention, he apologizes profusely and gives u big smooches :((

V = Vanity

he isn’t concerned with his looks at all, he just makes sure he doesn’t smell bad when he’s around you and makes sure that his teeth are brushed before he kisses you.

W = Whole

you are literally the only thing he has left, he would kill for you if it was necessary. he feels as though he would just stop working as a human if you guys broke up or if you died, he needs you to be with him so he can feel whole.

X = Xtra

he really likes biting your cheeks while making a loud “ OMOMOMOMOMOMOM “ noise, it makes his heart flutter when he hears your laughs and he just likes how your skin feels in his mouth.

Y = Yuck

he hates smelly things, he would outright reject you if you smelled like wide open ass.

Z = Zzz

he whimpers in his sleep, it doesn’t matter if he’s having a bad dream or not he’ll just start whimpering and whining. when he does this just put your hand on his forehead and he’ll be okay.

[kymiya]

geordi n cutie (moreso geordi) cuddling headcanons

(because i'm sick of only having angst on my feed)

so lets start off with the basics

geordi is the BIGGEST cuddler like

ever

when hes next to cutie on the couch or the bed

IMMEDIATELY wrapped up beside them

and its the cutest thing on earth

like hes got blankets pulled up and asking cutie if they want snacks

do they need water

literally whatever

hes the whole package

he is going to make sure they are both comfortable when they cuddle

checking in w/ them constantly

making sure they’re not too hot or cold

giving them kisses

like

SO many kisses

forehead

the cheek

neck

anywhere he can reach he’ll kiss

UGHH hes so sweet i hate him/j

those weren’t really basic (they were) but anyway

was kinda arguing with myself bc i couldn’t really figure out if geordi would be a big spoon or little spoon

and honestly

he dgaf 💀

he couldn’t care less

literally as long as they are within close proximity

there won’t be a single complaint

if cutie wants to be big spoon: 🫶

if cutie wants to be little spoon: 🫶

he absolutely adores being wrapped up with them

especially in winter

AND ITS SNOWING??

holy shit he just blew up

like he just exploded

cutie being an empowered mf and being able to produce fire (and

whatever else)

their body can and will be used as a heater

all i can think about is them laying down on the couch

hot cocoa (or your preferred drink in the winter) on the coffee table,

still steaming

a heavy ass blanket on top of both of them

cutie laying on their back with their arms thrown around geordi’s neck, occasionally kissing the top of his head

or one hand in his hair (also big hc of mine: geordi has curly hair), playing with it and softly pulling out small knots

as geordi is literally in heaven with his personal oven, body on top of cutie’s with his arms circled around cutie’s back

his head on on their chest, listening to their heartbeat as they watch home alone for the 46th time

EWW theyre so gross i wanna eat them

moving on from that

i also feel like geordi is super playful

he bites

affectionately

he cannot contain his love

his absolute infatuation

to just bite them

AND ITS SO RANDOM

like its not like he’d be kissing cutie n then it would turn into bites

its just out of nowhere 😭

nd if cutie isn’t reading his mind

omg i forgot about cutie actually being able to read minds bye

ill get onto that later

BUT

when cutie isn’t in geordi’s mind

they literally jump

its not like he was trying to bite a chunk out of them

but still 💀

also if cutie decides to get up during any of their cuddling sessions

he will drag them back

he’ll have a war in his mind about being clingy or too much

but he’ll still drag them back

especially when they just got comfortable??

like where tf are u going?? 🤨

i love my silly little overthinker

OH

and back to when cutie’s in his mind

its mental warfare

specifically early into the relationship

imagine the first time they’re cuddling

jesus

he’s actually panicking so bad

like they barely get situated

and he’s just

“oh my god”

“oh my god” 

“what am i doing?”

“why am i doing?”

“where do i put my hands?”

“is this an awkward angle?”

“i can’t”

“why is this so difficult??”

“they’re so warm”

“and they smell good”

“ew now you sound like creep”

“but they’re my partner?”

“don’t care, still weird”

“i’ve done this before, why can’t i just”

“..just what?”

“just, i just want to just”

something like that

but his thoughts probably go silent when cutie cover both of them in a warm blanket n snuggle up close to him

his mind literally goes blank

hes so smitten its crazy

but later down the road he’s gotten more accustomed to cuddling and doesn’t question his life after a single hug

he gives cutie small praises in his mind

especially after they’ve had a long ass day at work

he’s willing to help them relax

drinks, something to eat, words of affirmation, kisses, massage, bath

anything for cutie to be at ease

all in all hes perfect and i want him

if somebody out there is exactly like geordi hmu 🤭

i think thats it, that was such a brain dump

i need myself a geordi within the next 2 minutes or else im gonna implode/srs

i have so much in my brain its insane

probably gonna post more since im on break 🤷🏾‍♀️

[italoniponic]

May i request for trey, jack and leona the letters B, J, K, L, O from the fluff alphabet in headcanon format pls :)

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

Notes: Hi, anon! Gonna call this “Smoothie of Letters” like fruit smoothies… bc I can. I thought it was funny.

This one was interesting to make. Think about a special thing about each of them was quite something. I don’t need to say that I loved doing this for Trey and Jack. And I think for Leona too. I relate to his laziness most of the time, you go lazy-ass. Such a mood king. Talking about Leona, some of his parts I got inspired by my own cat, that little shit (affectionate)

Thanks for the request <3

Trey Clover, Jack Howl, Leona Kingscholar x g!n reader / fluff alphabet / use of "you" pronouns

Smoothie of Letters #1

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Trey greatly admires your skills with manual labor. Or if you're not very good at it, it's more about your effort to always try to improve. Having ambition measured right like a cup of sugar is a good thing. Especially when doing things you like and appreciate, just how he does with cooking;

Trey also loves your smile. He jokes that it is because he likes to see your teeth — and that you are following his recommendations — but in fact, he likes your expression when smiling. Trey is in favor of the thought that a person becomes much more beautiful when they smiles and you are proof of this;

And when do you smile when you do something you like? Wow, it's a very effective way to make his heart beat faster. Trey likes those little, subtle details about you. It's what makes you be you.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Trey never thought of himself as a jealous person until he met you. Yes, he lets you hang out with your friends and be close to whoever you want without any problem. Even he needs breathing space sometimes. But when you spend too much time away from him and it's because you're with a certain person all the time, there's something sour in his mouth;

He needs to put up with Rook saying things like “jealousy is the saffron of love” and not let the potion he's preparing explode in his friend's face. Heck! Trey is mature, a simple normal guy. He shouldn't be feeling that kind of thing... but he is. What he needs to do to deal with this?;

To get around the situation, Trey takes recipe books to decorate. There is something in numbers and ingredients that simply takes his mind away from problems and bad thoughts. Trey hates this jealous part that just popped up in him, but over time, he'll be able to control it. He doesn't want to cause you any trouble.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Believe it or not, Trey is good at many things, but kissing isn't necessarily one of them. It's nothing fantastic, out of this world. It's simple, ordinary. But for you, that's exactly what makes his kisses special and precious;

Following his personality, sometimes there's something different about Trey's kiss. Not that you can explain well what it is. Trey also doesn't care about your ability to kiss. It is you who he is in love with, your lips are just the cherry on the Black Forest cake. Cherries are good but, the sweetness of the cake is in the chocolate and cream that compound it;

Your first kiss took place in Heartslabyul's Garden during a Unbirthday party. You two sneaked through the maze of roses and exchanged confessions and foods you liked. Sitting and leaving the food aside, you both kissed for the first time. Some students might be looking for both of you, but the garden has saved your important moment.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Hidden away in the labyrinth of roses, far away from the party that was taking place in the dorm, you showed him that you had made a Mont Blanc tart especially for him, even though you knew it was against the rules of the Unbirthday party. Your confession took place there;

Trey was so touched by your courage and equally surprised by your suicidal tactics that he first wondered if he should hug you or eat thetart as soon as possible before Riddle saw it. But in the end, he had a much better idea: to answer your confession;

You hadn't noticed, but Trey also brought something with him. It was your favorite food, very well packaged and lovingly made. “Normally, I say I use only normal ingredients and nothing else, but... this time, it was really made with love.” Trey is really sweet.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Trey realizes right off the bat when he's in love with you. He's not so naive as to take decades to understand what’s the matter with him. The problem is another: what to do with this conclusion? Slowly express his feelings and hope you realize it too? Spend more time with you or act normally? Was there a way to act normally in these cases?

Preparing recipes is something so much easier. The instructions are right there, there was no way to mess it up. However, Trey had no one to instruct him in this. He was the oldest of his siblings and one of the oldest in the dorm. And other classmates either had no experience as well or were crazy. Just in case, Trey sought to be himself and act naturally. But his gaze always delivered his true feelings when you were close or he watched you from afar;

Cater and Rook noticed from day one. Trey went on to experience daily stress every time Cater exaggerated your compliments to him and Rook would start talking about romance when you were together. That’s because sometimes Trey prepared pastries and foods especially for you when he noticed that you were not eating well. He kept the best pieces of cake from the parties for you. He always encouraged you to do your best in your studies, believing in your potential. It was more than obvious, wasn't it?

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Jack was never one to place too much value on aesthetics. Not that he despises external beauty, none of it. It's just that there are more important things than the appearance of a person, that's what he thinks. But when Jack watches you, he always pays a lot of attention to your eyes. This is already his normal behavior because “eyes are the window of the soul” and it is easy to determine someone's genuineness by their gaze;

He loves the color of your eyes, whatever it is. The way it shines when you talk about your favorite hobbies and things, the way the sun and moon give their special effects on it, how it enchants and inspires;

It is also a part of you that will never change with the years. And Jack hoped that you would always retain that glow in your gaze. The joy in your eyes when you looked at everything you liked and loved. He hoped that one day you could look at him that way... until one day he realized that it was just like that from the beginning.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

In Jack's mind, he's not jealous but his gaze always says the opposite. If you are talking to someone who apparently has bad intentions, Jack is around and quiet, letting you lead the conversation but, his gaze is direct and accurate. The moment they talk anything slightly indecent to you, he would show his claws;

Jack doesn't follow you everywhere, excessively worried about the people who cross your path. He lets you have your space to do things and have fun whenever you want. It helps that he is a close friend and, one way or another, he’ll always be included in things. But sometimes, he looks for you with his gaze over the horizon. If you are around someone reliable, he is more relieved;

“Keep calm, keep calm,” Jack says to himself when he feels jealousy erode him more violently than usual. Part of it is the wolf instinct in his veins, this solemn loyalty to his only match. Another part is concern. You are important to him, so he turns out to be protective anyway. Jack knows how to control himself. Above all, he does not want to be a burden to you. But have patience and compassion with him sometimes in these moments. He's still young, after all.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Jack has zero experience in relationships. To make matters worse, the books Vil offered “casually” as a reference to help him about his first love do nothing but roll his stomach. For sixteen years, he has accompanied his parents being the cutest couple in the world and romance books — at least most of them — don’t seem to quite understand this concept. Some almost throw it out the window;

So he gave up and swallowed the insecurity. Either way, better or worse, that would not be your relationship’s weakness. Jack knew you better than that. You would receive the true feelings that he didn’t know how to verbalize, even if they were shown in the most clumsy way possible. You would know;

And that's how the first kiss happened. Awkward, inexperienced, careful. But you were so happy that he finally told you that he loved you that something like that didn't even cross your mind. You only knew how to hug and kiss him until he started laughing instead of frowning, worried about the kiss. Even if he picked up the practice someday, it didn't matter. You love him the same way.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It was a moment so millimetrically calculated — and effective — that Jack could offer his services to Leona and be the new strategist for the magift team. If he could thank one simply perfect aspect of the occasion it would be... the dawn. Strange as that sounded, asking you to meet him on the roof of the Ramshackle Dorm at five in the morning was one of the best decisions he made in his life;

Even though you found the time of the meeting strange, you accepted. In fact, the reason for this was very simple: everyone would be asleep and no one would come to disturb you two, and Night Raven College was very beautiful in the early morning. You noticed it right away. The sun gradually rose on the horizon, bringing light to that great college and its gothic and gloomy architecture. Jack always loved this sight when he went out for a run;

And to your surprise, Jack extended you a letter. Well, it was a paper with a long text written with a pen that Jack trained yesterday’s whole afternoon to do. Just choosing the words, correcting, reviewing, conveying everything he wanted to say to you. Ruggie was his beta reader — and when he looked at the paper without laughing and really touched, Jack knew it was perfect. You finished reading it all while he was busy looking at the landscape to distract himself from the nervousness and you simply said, “Jack, I love you too.” He almost fell off the roof. It wasn't going to be much harm to him, but it was a tremendous scare all the same. Not knowing what else to say, Jack hugged you tightly. Never before has someone received a direct and blunt answer so well, but you knew it would be the best for him. A gesture much appreciated.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Apart from you, maybe Jack was the last to notice that he was in love. Epel always gave small hints about how Jack used to sit next to you, cared about you or in the middle of some conversation sometimes he would comment about you, but — although naturally defensive — he never connected these actions, the meaning of them and the motive behind them as love. Damn, even Deuce knew before him!

Once he understanded his true feelings, Jack spended several moments torturing himself about what to do and how to act. He is not good with words, but being defensive all the time whenever he does something kind to you could end up giving the opposite impression of what he feels — Epel rightly considered this possibility. Jack didn't know what to do. You were so nice and good to him that perhaps the best solution was to act as normal as possible. And if you praise him... he shouldn’t answer. Opening his mouth to say something was very dangerous;

Courage is a very admirable quality in Leona's opinion — even if he himself doesn’t attribute it to himself. But he can clearly see in you. In the small and big things, you get up and go to help others. To defend your friends, to say what you think, to do what is right and sometimes, even to do the wrong;

However, there was something Jack was good at: actions and gestures. When you needed help, he was ready. Studies, sports, shopping, banal things, anything. He was your guy, no matter how embarrassing it was to say it out loud. Jack would help you carry things that are heavy or that you were carrying in excess. He guided you to get the best food from the cafeteria and was willing to help you train anything you weren't doing well in PE. Simple but full of meaning. Always loyal and reliable, that was Jack.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Kindness is also another thing that Leona admires a lot about you. The patience to be close to him and make him think about things. The banter between you becomes more jokes than actual offenses. The way you always showed that you care about him and in a very genuine way;

Technically it's a physical feature, but it's kind of weird to describe. Leona finds beautiful the way you breathe and how your heart beats. Perhaps because it is a rhythmic and constant sound, as proof that there is someone next to it. He clings very much to this detail. Oh, and legs! Your legs are a great pillow for the head that carries the crown. Leona spends a good five minutes fixing his own position on top of your legs, until, having found the perfect spot, he stops and sleeps for hours to no end. Your legs end up getting pretty strong because of this.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

“Jealous? Leona? Pff, no. He's too lazy for that,” you joke sometimes. It's not like Leona simply doesn't care about your life. Sometimes he tells you not to mix too much with the Diasomnia crew, especially Malleus. Other times he tells you to watch out for Rook. In others, he tells you not to walk too much with the Adeuce duo so that your neurons don’t atrophy. That's all…;

Then you spend a whole week just seeing your friends and at the first opportunity you pass in Savannaclaw, Leona is sleeping in his room and pretends not to notice your presence. It's... like a big cat very angry that you came home after cuddling other street cats. He ignores you, turns sideways every time you approach one side of the bed;

Because of the difficult childhood and with servants who had little to no patience with him, Leona was always the kind of child who accepted things that had not gone his way with a frown. No tantrum, no screaming, No expressed complaints. Just bad mood and sleep. It usually works, time passes faster and he only pays attention to the really important parts of the stories about your day with your friends;

[An addendum because I found this hilarious] It rarely happens but that’s exactly why you never forget it. Leona sometimes allows himself to be dramatic and say “It's unforgivable you leave me for so long to be surrounded by idiots.” It always makes you laugh and your laughter ends up improving his mood a little. Just a little bit.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

It is difficult to classify Leona in this part. There are days when he is magnificent, living up to the name and weight the prince title has. On such days, he is simply charming. On other days, his kisses come out lazy and fast. Little pecks always deposited on your forehead only to later he stay still for a moment, lips against your head, just enjoying your company — it actually mean more than you can imagine;

On the moment of your first kiss, he was playing with your hair when you teased him. “It is at these hours that Prince Charming kisses his beloved after declaring himself,” were your words. After dealing with him for so long, you ended up creating the finesse of saying things like that. Leona responded with a smug smile. It’s necessary to appreciate a good roar when he listen one;

And unexpectedly, with all the pomp, Leona kisses your hand. “Whatever you want, my love,” he speaks softly, feeling you shiver. And then, you two kissed. It's not a fairy tale kiss. It's raw, intense and realistic. But you can feel all the love that Leona can't put into words there. Even in the most arid of hearts, love always finds a way to express itself.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Direct and objective, but the atmosphere turned out to be unexpectedly romantic. Leona and you were in the Botanical Garden at night. You heard that Leona hadn’t returned to the dorm and the first place you passed was there, knowing that he would have overdid his nap session. Leona awoke to your footsteps, kinds of in awe at the way the moon shone upon you as you approached him;

Before you could say anything, fireflies and little flora fairies appeared. It was a beautiful sight. Leona offered you a place next to him to contemplate the view of the Botanical Garden in the nortune ambience and you accepted, happy to share this moment with him. You really could feel the love that night. “I love you...”;

Following these words, Leona said your name for the first time ever. Your heart almost jumped. His eyes were serious, but there was a little smile on his lips. It was said finally. Leona thought how the brightness of the first rays of the sun in the Savannah didn’t compare with the brightness of your eyes that moment.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Age aside, love is something kind of new and strange for Leona. Almost incomprehensible. It takes a while for Leona to properly notice that he was treating you slightly differently from others. Because your presence turned out to be important, because he slowly began to care about you. Ruggie realizes this much better than he does. And it is precisely when he is chuckling all the times that Leona mentions “that little herbivore” that the pieces began to come together;

If it gets to Leona's ears that you need help, he does something to make things work out. Sometimes you don’t even understand that he is the one who leaves the books of that difficult subject on your doorstep, you don’t know that Savannaclaw has express orders not to bother you just because you are “the magicless human” there. Leona makes good excuses for his behavior and the others end up heeding it, too afraid of his defensiveness to overthink about it. But Ruggie and others closest to Leona know the reason;

Let's say that Leona starting to sleep in places where you usually pass ends up testifying against him… a lot. All just for you to wake him up and drive him to a more comfortable place to rest or ask him for help in your studies. Sometimes it's just for you two to talk more. He appreciates those moments in his own way.

[elflock-magician]

We need the Acevi fluff for that last post.

A/N - Here you go, weary traveler. Take this as an apology for my Levi Fontana abuse with the angst- lol

Summary - Ace tends to be easily flustered, and sometimes Levi does things that make him so without even realizing it. And then, one morning, Levi starts publicly calling Ace pet names. Ace feels like he is going to keel over and die.

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Levi knew that Ace was easily flustered. And sometimes that was very easy to provoke without even realizing. Ace didn’t seem to overall mind, because Levi gave him this feeling where he felt like he didn’t need to be strong all of the time to feel safe. But regardless of that, no matter how mindful Levi was, he himself did a few things that made Ace flustered without even knowing it.

It was breakfast, and about all of their peers were there. Levi was in the handful of the last to enter the room for breakfast. And when he did, he greeted his beloved boyfriend Ace, “Good morning kitten whiskers!” He said. Levi had an innocently happy expression on his face. 

Every conversation happening in the room silenced immediately. Teruko had been in the middle of pouring herself cereal but was so surprised by that absolute Reddit Mod pet name that she was just staring at Levi, and the milk she was pouring continued to do so, overflowing from the bowl. Levi however, just smiled. But his expression shifted as he noticed how all eyes were then on him.

“Oh.. Uh… Is there a problem?” Levi asked, more than a little confused. “Who the heck are you calling that?” J questioned, staring at Levi like he just threatened to set off a nuclear bomb.

“You know, my little Kitty Kitty Boo Boo?” Levi said and smiled. Ace evaded his eyes and stayed silent. 

“Awee! That’s so cute!” Eden said, and tried her best to smile. “Very affectionate.” She added. Though Eden’s smile looked more akin to someone who had a gun pointed at their head.

“It is fairly sweet… Just… childish.” Hu murmured as she looked like she had cringed into her spine.

“Okay seriously… who here is Levi’s…” Teruko sighed, “‘Kitty Kitty Boo Boo.’” She repeated in heavy quotations. Ace genuinely looked like he was going to explode. Judging by how red his face was from blush.

“My little gumbrop.” Levi added. Levi glanced over at Ace and saw how flustered he was. Levi immediately got the message. He probably shouldn’t have been calling him that in public, considering how easily flustered Ace was.

Oh.

Oh. 

Oh yeah, Levi had messed up. He’d apologize to Ace later. But he and Ace had yet to announce how they were dating. And Ace would definitely be embarrassed with everyone knowing Levi actively called him things like that. Though Levi was still confused. He didn’t understand why everyone was so shocked by the pet names.

“Wait, c’mon, let’s guess who it is!” Whit called out. “I’m putting my bets on…” Whit took a minute to think. Well, not think. Whit didn’t do a whole lot of that. More so just ponder, “Ah! Nico!” Whit declared. “H-Huh?!” Nico called out, clearly startled. “I-I’m not his… ‘Kitty Witty’…’ Whatever he said!” They insisted. 

“Oh, of course not. That’s a strange accusation. My little silly billy–” Everyone in the room cringed at that, “Is not like Nico at all.” He said. Ace hid his face from the rest of his peers. He wouldn’t mind announcing they were dating, you know, the normal way. Not having Levi announce it through calling him Discord Mod pet names. “What about….” Rose began, before vaguely gesturing to Hu, “You?” She asked. “Excuse me??” Hu called out in response.

“Well there’s no way it’s Hu. She is eons out of his league. Might as well call her the moon.” Teruko muttered. “I see Hu far more as a friend than anything.” Levi said simply, not denying the ‘out of his league’ thing simply because he didn’t understand it. “I agree with that statement.” Hu agreed. “Why don’t you just tell us instead of playing twenty questions?” David murmured, interjecting into the conversation. “No no, I don’t want to embarrass him…” Levi replied.

“Oh, so they’re a boy!” Whit observed.

“This is stupid!” Ace suddenly called out, standing up from his seat. He looked suspiciously red but he hung his head to try and keep people from noticing. He looked like he was going to try and walk out of the room. “You know… “ Charles suddenly began. “Ace hasn’t cursed in the past two minutes. That is suspicious, isn’t it?” He pointed out and pushed up his glasses a bit. “Sh– Shut it, Bill Nye!” Ace shouted at Charles. But the fact that he stuttered gave it away.

“Levi.” Teruko looked over to Levi. “Is… He?” She murmured and vaguely gestured to Ace. Levi didn’t really just want to drop that he and Ace were dating without his permission. Levi looked over at Ace, and Ace seemed to understand what Levi was asking without even saying anything at all. Ace was still blushing, but seemed to accept his fate, and nodded at Levi, telling him it was okay.

“Yes… Ace is my little honey-bun-cookie-crumb kitten. I… Probably shouldn’t have said that, in hindsight…” Levi murmured. “But we are dating.” He reiterated. “L-Levi! You’re embarrassing me!” Ace called out.

“Awee!” Eden cooed. “So was this your two’s version of telling us you’re dating?” Hu interjected. “Just about, yes.” Levi agreed. Ace was too flustered to speak so just nodded along. And so, alas, Ace was now known as ‘Levi’s little kitty boo boo bear’ which Whit would NEVER let him live down.

“You know, we’re all being forced to kill each other, I feel like Ace being called ‘kitten’ is the least of our problems.” Teruko murmured.

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It was later that after breakfast, Ace pulled Levi aside to talk to him.

“I told you not to call me that in public!” Ace called out and grabbed onto Levis shirt, his face still red from embarrassment. “So you’re okay with me calling you that in private?” Levi replied, his eyebrows raising a bit. “I-I mean…” Ace blushed, “Tch… I like it when you’re affectionate but that was so embarrassing! I don’t need them thinking I’m weak.” He murmured. “Ace…” Levi began, “Affection doesn’t mean inferiority. I’ve said this to you before and I will continue saying it until you know it well.” He insisted.

“I know, I know… but still! It’s so embarrassing!” Ace replied and covered his face. “I understand. I will call you more common couple nicknames. Like ‘babe’, ‘baby’, ‘honey’... Or simply your name.” Levi said, his voice a little disappointed. Ace cringed at that. “Ew, no. I never understood the whole ‘babe’ thing, fucking gross!” Ace said. Like yeah why are you calling your romantic partner a baby or something. “I’d prefer the Reddit Mod pet names or whatever.” He said. “Oh, this is great! I love you, honey sugar kitten!” Levi said affectionately and hugged Ace. “Love you too.”

[isleofdarkness]

Like C already said, don't worry about it, you're a human being and we all forget stuff from time to time. Now here's, as always, my review of your fantastic work:

These Mim kids never fail to make me blue; the way Mara can't even verbalize she's wounded let alone her needing help and how “Gods, she really was Riah's sister”, how “Mara didn't speak but Maverick didn't need her to” and Mav's “expression worried but eyes soft in a way he'd never seen them”, Mara's small smile and Maverick's “Alright, my Salamander, more hurt or more scared?”. They're so soft and caring but can't show it because this is the Isle and it would get them used against each other and also their need to not depend on anyone but themselves because when they did they got hurt. They make me so ill, I want to bite their brains (affectionate)

Molly is crying and so am I, poor thing deserves the world :(

Now, I don't know who Mirabel or Jane might be but I do remember that Belle's gonna change her name to Tiana in the future, so maybe she's Tiana? Probably not, since Tiana is a cryptonym and then it wouldn't really work, but who knows.

Of course trying to read Maverick's mind would make your brain explode, of fucking course (light-hearted and joking)

“He's trying to keep all of you at arm's length because he's afraid he's unintentionally hurting you. But he isn't capable of it. I swear he isn't.” I don't even know what to say about this one, just- I love him and his capable-of-mass-destruction magick that he won't use. That's my kid, your honor, he wouldn't harm a fly but gods if he can (funny phrase because everyone can hurt a fly but you know what I mean).

I love how oblivious they are, “I'm blind and even I can see it!” Molly's so funny and so so right.

Magickal Evie is all I've been asking for. I love the way you write her.

These are the type of moments where I wish I knew how to draw because Maverick's outfit sounds so fucking cool.

Poor Maverick, she deserves to have a mental breakdown without anyone commenting on it, Ben.

Holy shit, dude. That was an amazing monologue and I mean it. I'm shaking, what the hell. I don't know how Ben didn't start crying right fucking there, because if Maverick fucking Mim said that to me ain't way I'm recovering from that.

You're an amazing writer.

Thank you so, so much

The wounds from Mara's surgery two days ago reopened. They'd been trying to let her heal naturally because healing with magic can cause complications, but clearly they aren't going to have the time. The three of them (technically the four, because Mordred is also part of the group) are so very close, it's so sweet.

Most Isle kids don't show fear, it's been trained out of them because it can only make things worse. The fact that Molly cried in fear after having a gun pointed at cos head, an entirely reasonable reaction from a seven-year-old, says a lot.

Belle isn't Tiana, that would be too easy to figure out. Tiana is a bit younger, around Harry's age, and does work in a restaurant when not busy with gang business. Mirabel is notable as someone without magic surrounded by people who do. And Jane is an unexpected ally from a world they thought they would never see, a world they never really imagined, the world beyond the barrier.

There is so much stress in her brain that trying to read her mind will kill you in an instant/j

Riah's power, in his mind, is a nuke. It stays on the shelf. Though, in that particular instance, Maverick was talking about his charmspeak abilities that the other Isle kids don't know about. Of course, they're all about to find out.

Molly hasn't even interacted with Riah and yet co knows.

Evie deserves magic and I'm glad you like my take on her.

I'm glad you like her Destiny outfit, too.

Ben, baby, please give Maverick literally one (1) break and don't get into an argument with her until she's calmed down.

Maverick really woke up today and chose violence against Ben and I am absolutely thrilled by your response.

Thank you so, so much

[hihellogoodbyebruh]

I Know What You’re Thinking, You’re On My Mind (You’re Right)

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Angel are in love and these are different moments in the span of their relationship.

Warning(s): Just a lot of fluffy goodness....okay some angst (it’s me lol) but mostly fluff

Word count: 2,526

AN: This is kind of a songfic, but also not really? I think of it as a bunch of drabbles loosely connected by random parts of a song. Song title and inspo from Come Close by Common ft. Mary J. Blige. The sweetest little fic I’ve ever written. Fat Black girls deserve to be loved loudly. This is for us. As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcomed. Happy reading lovelies! xo

Smile, happiness, you could model it And when you feel opposite I just want you to know Your whole, being is beautiful I'ma do the best I can do Cause I'm my best when I'm with you

The sound of a domino being slammed on the table caused several other park goers to turn their heads and see a striking woman jumping out of her seat.

“That’s domino bitches! Y’all really thought you could beat me in dominoes? Shoulda checked my credentials mofos!” Y/N shouted, a huge smile on her face as she talked shit.

The guys around the table all groaned and huffed as she celebrated her win. Coco swore up and down that he would be the winner and Gilly was just as sure that he would be the one. EZ just wanted to play and Angel kept his mouth shut knowing his girl had been playing dominoes with her father and uncles practically all her life.

“Whatever, Y/N. You not seeing me in poker.” Coco grumbled, though he was fighting to keep a smile off his face. He was impressed.

“Well this aint poker is it? Run me my money.” She replied, rubbing her fingers together before holding out her hand.

The men all pulled out their wallets and placed the correct amount of money into Y/N’s hands. She grinned as she fanned herself with the money before draping her body across the smirking Angel’s lap.

“Oh hey there sexy. If you’re nice I might buy you something with this considerable fortune I just won.” Y/N winked.

“You my sugar mama now?” Angel teasingly asked.

“I do taste sweet so I think I fit the description.”

“Damn right you do.” He smirked, before leaning down to kiss Y/N’s lips.

Santo Padre’s mayor, Antonia Pena, had put together a community fair to help raise money for the town and uplift spirits. It was also a great way for local businesses to showcase what they have to offer. Services and items were put into a raffle that everyone who attended the event got entered into. Y/N even managed to convince Felipe to have a little booth to show off his fine cuts of meat and how they could best be used in meals.

Angel was so in awe of her. She managed to pull even his grumpy ass father out of the house and she was constantly a source of light in his life. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky, but he knew he never wanted to let her go. He loved her more than anything and he knew she felt the same about him. She never doubted him or made him feel inadequate. She understood even the ugly parts of him. Didn’t excuse or condone his behavior, but she understood it and always reassured him that she knew he could do better.

“Whatchu staring at?” She asked, after the kiss ended and he kept his intense gaze on her.

“My whole world.” He answered honestly and she felt herself get a little emotional.

“If you make me cry in public, I will hurt you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He replied, nipping at her shoulder and making her grin.

I know in the past, love Has been sort of hard on you But I see the God in you I just want to nurture it Though this love may hurt a bit

Neither of them had the best track record when it came to relationships. Angel had an awful habit of doing things without thinking about the consequences of his actions. Impulsive isn’t a strong enough word to describe how he is. He runs on emotion a lot of the time. It frustrates Y/N to no end. She doesn’t operate like that. She rarely if ever acts on impulse. She thinks too much. Worries too much about how people will react to her and her actions. Her hesitance to engage in things before she’s run every possible scenario through her head makes Angel want to pull his hair out. He hates seeing her unsure of herself. He makes it his mission to help her just get lost in the moment sometimes. And she tries her hardest to slow him down and make him think more on things before he acts.

His lifestyle also guaranteed their love won’t always be sunshine and roses. The first time Angel got hurt Y/N thought she was going to pass out. The level of panic and fear she felt almost took her down. When she finally got to see him in the hospital bed, she burst into tears. Once he was healed, she tried to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let her. The one time Y/N was verbally and physically accosted in front of Angel, he almost shot someone right in front of her. The need to protect her almost overrode his need to keep her away from the more violent side of himself.

The silence was deafening. Neither one was ready to take the first step and speak. The whole ride back home, Y/N never said a word. Not when Angel was getting chewed out by Bishop or when several people practically gawked at her even as they tried to make it seem like they weren’t. She was silent as she went through her nightly routine and prepared for bed.

It was as she sat on the edge of the bed, preparing to slide under the covers that Angel finally snapped.

“You’re really not gonna fucking say anything?” He practically growled at her, glaring at her from where he stood at the foot of the bed. He had on his usual sleepwear of a tank top and sweats.

She sighed, “What do you want me to say Angel?”

“Anything. Cuss me out, kiss me, or I don’t know, maybe thank me?” He suggested, sarcasm in his voice at the last part because he was clearly exasperated.

She cut her eyes at him fiercely. “Thank you? You want me to thank you?”

“Yes.” He stubbornly confirmed.

She shot up from the bed and spun to face him full on. She had never been so mad at him. “Thank you Angel for causing a bigger scene. Thank you Angel for almost igniting a war between two gangs over one stupid joke. Thank you for putting yourself in harm's way and almost giving me a heart attack. Thank you so much Angel.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. It wasn’t just a stupid joke. You think I care so little about you that I wouldn’t fuck someone up for you?”

“I’ve heard way worse..” She argued, so used to minimizing her pain. Her dismissal of the incident as something trivial made him even more pissed.

“I don’t give a damn what you heard. Aint nobody gonna disrespect you in front of me and think I’m just gonna let that shit slide.”

“You could have killed him.”

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.” He exploded, making her freeze and stare at him with her mouth slightly open. “You’re mine. I don’t know what kinda cowards you been dealing with before, but I don’t play that shit. There is no joking when it comes to you. Not from some hijo de puta who has the audacity to put his hands on you. He’s lucky the only thing I did was bust him in the head with my pistol.”

“Angel…..” She sighed, her eyes closing as she took in his words. She understood his point but was still uncomfortable with the methods.

He walked over to her and cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her forehead before resting his head on hers. He spoke only after she opened her eyes, “You can be mad. I already know you are, but I’m not apologizing for protecting you.”

She had to get used to being loved and protected so adamantly by someone. So often left to comfort herself and bury her hurt, it took her a while to accept Angel’s form of protection. A part of her kept her guard up waiting for him to turn it against her, but that day never came. Any violent outbursts he had in her presence were never directed at her and so she found herself trusting him whole-heartedly. Her love for him deepened as time moved forward.

You helped me to discover me I just want you to put trust in me

Y/N loved Pops and she enjoyed the family dinners with him and EZ, but she knew he was not the perfect father. He made mistakes and Angel still hasn’t completely dealt with the issues the mistakes left him with. Everything just got buried. She knew when he was starting to feel inadequate or like he didn’t deserve her because he would become even more clingy. He was already very affectionate with her, always having a hand on her back and kissing her head. She loved how open he was, but when he was going through it the touches would have a desperate edge to them. Like he was trying to prove something.

A new episode of Joseline’s Cabaret played on the tv showing off the Puerto Rican Princess’ latest antics. Y/N had on sweats and a tank top as she laid on your back and giggled at the fight on her screen. She doesn't know why she watches that show, but it was entertaining.

Her front door opened and in walked the man she’d been seeing for a year now.

“What did I tell you about leaving this door unlocked?”

“I knew you were coming over so why would I lock it?” She argued, tilting her head back to watch Angel toe off his shoes and take off his kutte.

“You’re so hard headed.” He slapped the outside of her thigh and leaned in for a kiss before lying in between her legs. His head rested on her stomach and her hands immediately began running through his hair. His hands ran over her thighs as he buried his face in her belly and just breathed her in.

“You walked right in so obviously I was right.” Her hands moved from his hair to slide down his back, feeling for any new bruises. “How was your day? Do I gotta kick someone’s ass for messing with my man?” She asked, a teasing tone to her words even though she was kinda being serious.

“I’m all good, mi dulce.” He responded, already knowing her touches were to comfort him but also give herself some peace of mind that he was with her and he was still whole.

It was quiet for a moment before Angel propped his chin on her belly and looked at her. She brought her attention from the television to him. There was a gentle look in his eyes, full of love but also a vulnerability that made her heart clench.

“You love me right?” He gripped her hips tightly as he searched her eyes for the truth in her words.

Her eyes widened at his question. “Of cour-”

He interrupted her. “Because I love you so damn much, querida. I know I’m not easy, but I try to be better for you.”

“Angel…” Her hand gently caressed his cheek as she softly smiled at him. “You are my favorite person in this whole world. You love me like no other and I’ll always love you. Never forget that. And when you do, I’ll be here to remind you.” She leaned forward to kiss his lips and felt his grip on her hips loosen.

The two shared loving kisses for several minutes before he pulled away and kissed her stomach before laying his head back down. His attention finally focused on the television. “What the fuck are you watching?”

She was unable to contain her giggles.

I kind of laugh when you cuss at me The aftermath is you touching me

“Oh, is that funny? Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Not at all gorgeous.” His words and his facial expression did not match.

“Then why are you smirking? I’m as serious as a heart attack. If you miss the ceremony where I’m awarded for my work, we’re gonna have some big problems Reyes.” She threatened, not letting that smirk get to her as it usually did. The club pulled him away a lot but some things she just needed him present for.

“Mmhm…how big?” He asked, still joking around.

“Angel!” She admonished, striking out to punch him in the stomach and making him grunt.

“You know I love when you scream my name. Sexy as fuck.” He growled, before playfully tackling her to the bed. She finally laughed as he kissed and nipped at her neck. He pulled back to look down in her eyes. “Hey, come hell or high water Imma be there. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

The smile she flashed him was bright enough to light the darkest of nights.

I'm tired of the fast lane I want you to have my last name

Dabbing her eyes with a napkin, Y/N smiled as Angel and EZ shared a heartfelt hug after the best man speech. She knew EZ’s speech would be beautiful and she thanked him for his kind words.

“You’re my sister for real now.” He responded, making her wanna cry again but she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before Angel pulled her into a side hug.

“First dance time.” He whispered in her ear, taking her hand and leading her out to the dance floor.

“How does it feel to be Y/N Reyes?” Angel asked, his eyes taking her in. She looked so magnificent in her wedding dress. He wanted to rip it off, but also he couldn’t take his eyes off how good she looked in it. If he shed some tears when she walked down that aisle, who could blame him?

“It feels like the most natural thing in the world. I’m so beyond honored to be Mrs. Angel Reyes.” She responded, her eyes filling with happy tears but she refused to let them fall. She just felt so overwhelmed with happiness. Even though he’d long gotten rid of the jacket, she loved that he actually wore a suit. He hardly ever wore one and it was a damn shame. He looked so delicious she couldn’t wait for them to get back home.

Y/N found herself really taking the moment in. Their family and friends watched them with huge smiles on their faces. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Angel for long as he held her in his arms, his hands always making her feel safe. This was her life and he was her future.

Her eyes twinkled as she asked him, “Ready for forever?”

Come close to me, baby (Yeah, love) Let your love hold you (Let me hold you tonight, babe) I know this world is crazy (It gets crazy, but I'll be right here) What's it without you? (We gon' make it, I love you, I love you, I love you)

[berserk-jewel]

SFW ALPHABET with SAGE LESATH

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

He'll tease you for showing any affection and vehemently deny being soft on you. He shows affection to you by trying not to run away and (reluctantly) letting you know more about him. He'll also headbutt you and slow blink (like a cat) but completely refuse to acknowledge it.

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

Sage is the kind of person to always be around or at least show up quickly if you're down. He's not good with the feelings thing but he'll at least take you on a bounty hunt to distract you. If you just need to vent or cry though, he'll sit still for you.

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

He loves cuddles. I headcannon that this many is super clingy. He's always touching you and leaning against you or wrapping his tail around whatever limb of yours he can reach. He'll also drag you away to nap in a good beam of sunlight in the middle of the day.

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

He's so nervous about getting close to anyone and doesn't think he'd be husband material. He wouldn't mind you sticking around though as long as things don't sound too serious. He's very bad at chores though but will help you if you give him very detailed directions.

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

Very reluctantly! He doesn't want to hurt your feelings and he doesn't want to express his own.

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

Like I said, commitment makes him nervous. He's definitely not opposed to the two of you living together or being together, just as long as the 'M' word doesn't come up.

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

He's usually gentle with you and will settle down immediately if he's being rowdy and you ask him to calm down. He's not as gentle emotionally but he'll never go out of his way to hurt your feelings; he's just clumsy with his words when it's time to get serious.

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

He loves hugs! He loves hugging you! Especially if it's an opportunity to tease you. He hugs tightly usually but he'll also just hug you loosely just to be close to you. If you'd let him, he'd constantly be holding onto you in some way.

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

Good luck getting him to say it but when he eventually does, you know he really means it. He'll show that he loves you deeply in other ways though.

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

He gets very jealous but hates to show it so he'll usually just sulk. Unless you look uncomfortable or he's in a bad mood, he won't intervene. But when he does, he usually just comes up and lurks behind you or pulls you in for a kiss.

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

He kisses your head all of the time or he'll kiss you just to distract you. His kisses are always passionate when he's serious though. He's probably taller than you so he'll lean down, but he loves being kissed on his nose or any of his scars.

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

Sage is surprisingly good around children. Felix and Anisa are both too awkward but kids love having Sage essentially throw them around. He also let's them play with his tail and pull on his ears but you can tell he doesn't like it.

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

Sage will refuse to get out of bed if it's cold. For a man who doesn't wear a shirt, he's a big baby when it comes to being cold. He'd rather bundle himself under blankets and hold you then out on a shirt.

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

When Sage isn't hunting bounties, causing trouble, or drinking, he's hanging around you at night essentially getting underfoot until you drag him to bed.

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

He's very hesitant to let you or anyone else learn anything important about him. He trusts you though and knows you won't judge but he's still reluctant to admit anything or any of his problems.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He gets frustrated easily and very rarely explodes in anger. He's the type to get into a bar fight and by the end of the night, he's sharing drinks with the other person.

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

He remembers everything, even things you don't remember telling him. With details about earth, he might not understand what you were talking about but he'll remember.

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

Literally everything. But probably the first time you stopped him from going berserk. It really made him realize that you trust him not to do anything rash unlike Felix and Anisa.

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

He's very protective of you! Even if you prove yourself to be capable, he'd prefer to have you close or safely behind him in fights. Essentially, he'd like you to protect him from himself.

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

Sage's gifts are usually random like a shiny rock he found but he looks so happy when he gives it to you, that you end up liking it too. He's the type to try and think of something significant to get you or do for dates and anniversaries and fail miserably.

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

Closing you off. Sage's walls are very high but he's slowly letting you scale them bit by bit.

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

Sage is attractive and knows it but isn't concerned about his looks. His hair is long probably because he's too lazy to cut it. And he keeps it braided because it'll stay out of his way more that way than a simple ponytail.

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

If you left for any significant amount of time, Sage will sulk around and be short tempered until you returned. He won't realize he missed you until you returned.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Sage is actually a lot smarter than people give him credit for. I bet he'd be good at puzzles.

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

Being told what to do. He likes it when you tease him to get him to do something or stop him from going berserk but he hates orders.

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

I bet he kicks his feet like he's chasing down a bounty. But my strongest headcannon is that he takes ahold of you at the start of the night and won't release you until you drag yourself from his grip.

[formenis]

Sfw alphabet: Mello

Anon asked: “Sfw alphabet for Mello?“

Sure, my dear Mellover~

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

Since he is very emotional, he loves showing affection to his S/O but not in public. However, in few rare cases, his S/O would feel his arm wrapped around their waist or sense a gentle touch at the hand at the hideout around other mafia members. You know, just to let the others know who you both belong to.

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

Mello is a great friend. But since he is your best friend, he is even better. He helps you solving your problems, he is there to listen to you and to give you some advice. Very often, if someone dares to insult or approach you in an inappropriate way, he wouldn't think twice about beating this person and remind them with who they were talking about.

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

Cuddles with Mello are essential. Especially after a long, stressful day. He loves hearing his S/O's heartbeat against his skin or smelling the wonderful aroma of your shampoo. Those sound and smells help him calm down since they remind him of you. But this particular side of Mello's personality are reserved only to you in private places like the bedroom; outside, among other people, he would act as bold and unconcerned about those “useless” things.

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

Mello is too young for those things. His only desire is to live his life to the fullest without thinking about chores or things like that. However, he admits he can cook many dishes but he would never do it. Instead, he loves helping his S/O baking cakes or sweets (but only if he is in a good mood).

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

If his S/O breaks up: he would feel overwhelmed: breaking things or shooting at cans and bottles at the hideout's shooting range or just avoiding eye contact with you. The moment he heard those words he felt the world falling on him, his heart was cold again.

If Mello breaks up: he is overwhelmed as well. Because he doesn’t want to do it but he has to. His life was becoming too dangerous for you and he couldn’t bare seeing you in pain. Sure, that separation would make you suffer anyways but at least you aren’t physically injured or dead because of him.  

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

If to settle down is a no for Mello, marriage is a total different thing. Despite he doesn’t believe couples need a piece of paper to prove their love, he wouldn’t mind seeing his S/O in nice and elegant clothes walking down the aisle.

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

Mello can be considered as a rough person both emotionally and physically speaking. Of course he considers your emotions too but his past and the responsibilities pushed him into the rough side.

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

Mello is a touched-starved boy. If you're alone with him, please touch him as much as you can: delicate hair brushing with fingers, soft caresses over his scar or arms and hugs. Oh, he loves hugs so much (but always in alone times). Sometimes he would hug his S/O a bit too tightly but you like it anyway.

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

He wouldn’t say it by his own initiative, at first. But once he heard it from you, he couldn’t get enough of it. He starts saying it more often just to hear you say it back. But, as many other things, it depends on his mood.

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

Oh no, don’t make this young boy jealous. A stranger is too close to you? He would suddenly appear at you side and check the situation. Someone has a flirtatious behaviour with you? He would remind that person that they were three: you, him and his gun. However, around your friends he wouldn’t be jealous since he knows them, and if you trust them he trusts them as well.

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

Mello is very passionate with kisses, he loves telling you his most personal feelings through kisses. Sometimes those simple kisses become true make out sessions. Anyway, he loves when you kiss his scar: that gesture makes him feel so much loved and a wide smile will appear on his exhausted face.

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

Ugh, children. Another no for Mello. He is very awkward around them, he thinks they're too energetic and undisciplined for his taste. He could bare calm and educated children but the others…nu-uh.

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

Not matter what time is it, you two have to spend at least a good hour together cuddling in the bed. Then, sooner or later, you have to leave your warm bed and start your day. You are appointed to prepare breakfast while Mello would look at you with tired yet admiring eyes.

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

Night is Mello's favourite part of the day. He loves the atmosphere night creates he could be himself finally. He would go out with his S/O for a ride to show you a new place he discovered or just to have your arms wrapped around him.

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

He is very slowly in opening up. He must be 100% sure about the person he likes before saying something about himself. But even in that case, he thinks there's not much to talk about. If you want to know something about him or his past, you have to subtlety ask him.

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P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

His strong emotions don’t make him a patient person. He is a hothead, someone with a short temper. However, he does his best not to lose his patience when you're involved but even with you he could explode and start yelling. This is the only time you could hear him sincerely apologise and he'd never lay a hand on you. Never.

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

Mello has a very good memory. Every date, name and event are printed in him memory like a book. However, he once forgot about your birthday (he was so buried with work that time) but he soon made it up to you by buying you F/F bouquet.

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

Ugh, for him it sounds so embarrassing but he reminds very well the first time the two of them confessed their feelings for each other. His excellent memory played an important role: he remembers what his S/O wore, the place when it happened and even what time it was. He would replay that moment over and over in his mind during cuddle times.

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

He is very protective but not in an overprotective and obsessive way. Of course he would be scared and worried if you don’t answer his calls for many hours but once you reassure him your phone was dead he would calm down. Moreover, he likes when you stand up for him during a discussion, this makes him feel loved and important.

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

Despite he remembers every important date, he wasn’t a "date guy". However, Mello would surprise his S/O with gifts and he will do everything he can to make you smile.

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

Since Mello eats chocolate every day and in every moment, without his favourite sweet he becomes rather moody and grumpy. In addition, he had to visit the dentist very often because of his (unhealthy) habit.

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

Mello could be quite vain about his look. We all know he has a peculiar and good taste about clothes: leather attires were his signature. He had many different rosaries and jewels in his room and he would take care of his skin as well (considering all chocolate he eats every day).

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

Outside people would see a cold and emotionless face but the truth is that he would feel alone and devastated. Without you Mello was just an empty shell, all his movements would be mechanic; since you were everything for him, your loss would push him in a slow downfall.

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X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He has the rare skill to appear fabulous with any outfit: rock? Perfect. Punk? Even better. One of your dresses? Majestic (it's a sight reserved to you thou).

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

Mello loves when his S/O shares their opinion with him. It means he hates if his partner just nods at everything he says. He thinks sharing different opinions and point of view is one of the many keys in a relationship and he couldn’t stay with someone who doesn’t do that.

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

When Mello is particularly tired, he has the strange habit to fall asleep in different and strange places: on a chair, on the counter and even on the ground. In these cases, if his S/O finds him in such positions you have to move him somewhere else or (even better) move him on the bed.

[swordladywritesthings]

Choice Words

Pairing: Dreamnotfound (ooh thats new)

Words: 1972

TWs: miscommunication, a bit of anxiety. Let me know if there’s one I should list!

AN: So this is actually a school assignment, but since my teacher thought it was good and I still like it, it’s goin here. I know I don’t usually post MCYT content, but I’m hoping to change that soon! Don’t worry, Sanders Sides will probably stay my main priority for a while. (Also yes I’m still supposed to be on hiatus I know I’m a bad Christian shhhhh /j) Enjoy! EDIT! This is now available on AO3 here! for your viewing pleasure

George felt his head bounce against the school bus’ window as it bumped and sputtered its way down the road. He closed his eyes, hoping to catch up on some of the sleep that he had missed out on the night before, and now was sorely missing. This didn’t last long, however, because the bus screeched to a stop and the sounds of other teens climbing out filled his ears. George just sighed and was about to close his eyes again when he felt a pair of strong shoulders crash into his.

   He pulled his head away from the window to meet his best friend’s lively green eyes. “Dream, I’m trying to relax,” he huffed, doing his best to smother the smile he felt creeping onto his face. “Do you mind?”

   “Nah, I don’t mind at all,” Dream responded with a cheeky grin, making George roll his eyes. He was just about to put his earbuds in when Dream grabbed his hand, stopping the movement. 

   “Uh, actually,” Dream said, looking down at where his and George’s hands met, “I had something to ask you.”

   “Mhm?” George just continued to scroll through his phone, seemingly not minding the contact.

   Dream suddenly found himself supremely more nervous than he had been a few moments ago. He took a steadying breath and just decided to spit it out.

   “There’s a new movie I wanna see coming out in theaters tonight, and I was wondering if you’d wanna come with me?”

   At this George turned his attention from Twitter to focus on Dream’s face. After a momentary pause, he smiled. “That sounds like fun! I’ve got homework to do, but you could pick me up later tonight?”

   Dream let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. “Yeah, totally. Around eight?”

   “Perfect, it’s a date then!”

   As George went back to looking at his phone, the bus came to Dream’s stop. He grabbed his backpack and gave his friend a goodbye smile, then made his way off the bus and up his driveway. When he was sure that it had turned the next corner down the street, Dream did a little jump and let out a whoop. He was so sure that George would turn him down that now that he hadn't, Dream wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. After a moment of stimming, which mostly just meant standing in the driveway clicking his tongue and shaking his hands up and down, he had regained his composure enough to be able to enter his house without immediately being teased by his sister. 

   At 7:30 that evening, Dream was standing in front of his full-length mirror and evaluating the outfit he had chosen. It was nothing fancy, just a pair of jeans and a lime button-up shirt, but that was exactly the issue. Was it too formal? Or not formal enough? This was his first date with George after all, he didn’t want to disappoint. 

   It was in the middle of this scrutiny that his sister spoke up, leaning against the doorframe casually. “You look fine, idiot,” Drista said with a teasing grin. “You know he’s gonna like you no matter what you dress like, don’t stress about it.”

   “But what if I overdress? Or underdress? What do people even wear to movie dates anyway?”

   Drista shrugged. “I dunno, I’ve never been on one. Probably what you’d wear for a usual date,”

   “Thank you for the help, dear sister,” Dream said sarcastically, turning his head to give her a deadpan expression. She stuck her tongue out at him, so of course he had to stick his tongue out at her.

   Their teasing match was interrupted, however, by their mother calling up the stairs. “Clay, George is going to be expecting you! Shake a leg!”

   “I’m going!” Dream hollered back, taking one more moment to fuss with his hair. Drista sighed and walked over, fixing it for him. 

   “You’ll be fine, Clay. You’ve known him for, like, ever, and just because you’re going on a date doesn’t mean that either of you are any different than you were this morning.”

   Dream nodded, and Drista gave his arm an affectionate whack. “Now get out of my house, you nerd.”

   “I’m still older than you!” He protested as he grabbed his keys and walked out the front door.

   The drive to George’s house was a short one, and soon enough he was knocking on the front door of a small ranch-style house that served as the Found household. He took a step back from the door when he heard muffled barks and scrabbling of nails on the other side. George cracked the door open, pulling three very excited dogs away from where they were trying to push out the door and run into the front yard. He smiled a bit sheepishly at Dream, then turned his head to call over his shoulder. “Mum! I’m leaving!” After a faint response had been hollered back, he shoved his way out past the dogs and onto the front porch.

   George huffed, brushing his sweater free from the dog hair that clung to it. “Sorry about that, the dogs just get excited when someone comes to the door.”

   “Don’t worry about it, I’m used to your dogs by now,” Dream chuckled, bumping his shoulder against George’s. “You look nice.”

   “Thanks,” George fidgeted with the hem of the blue sweater he was wearing, kneading it between his fingertips. The outfit wasn’t really anything special, but it was one of Dream’s favorites. The color made the brown of George’s eyes richer, and it looked especially good paired with the light pink blush that was currently painted across his face. 

      Soon enough the two of them were sitting in the plush red chairs of the theater, watching previews and waiting for the movie to start. It was a pretty small showing, there were only two other couples in the entire room, so Dream and George were free to spread out. George had his legs slung over the armrest, leaning his back against Dream’s shoulder, occasionally tipping his head back to give him an upside-down grin. In a way that confused George to no end, Dream had managed to fold his long legs underneath him so he was sitting cross-legged on the chair. He had one arm hooked over the back of the seat, not quite around George but close enough to feel the warmth coming from him.

   The background chatter of the theater quieted to a hush as the lights slowly faded and the beginning of the movie started to play on the screen. George flipped around in his chair to sit normally and shuffled closer to Dream’s side in excitement, causing butterflies to erupt within the taller boy’s chest. He casually dropped his arm to rest around George’s shoulders, then settled back to watch as the main character dashed onto the screen.

      The movie’s plot climax was fast approaching, and George wasn’t handling it very well. He was curled into Dream’s side as the scene around the main character exploded, and he practically shoved his face into Dream’s shoulder with an anxious squeak when the character onscreen only narrowly avoided the hunters chasing him. Dream couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle at George’s reactions, earning him a firm whack to the bicep.

   “Don’t laugh at me! It’s a very intense moment!” He mumbled, though the effect of his statement was diminished slightly by the fact that he was still hiding his face in the lime green fabric of Dream’s shirt. 

   “Aww, don’t worry Gogy, I’ll protect you,” Dream cooed teasingly, patting his head fondly. With a quick glare towards him, George turned back to look at the screen, though he didn’t move from where he was basically plastered to Dream’s side. Maybe if he had looked closer, he would’ve seen the smitten looks that Dream couldn’t resist giving him every couple of minutes. Or maybe he would’ve caught the way that Dream stiffened momentarily when he grabbed George’s hand, caught up in the moment. Or the relief that flooded over him when George just squeezed it without a second thought.

   The two of them got so caught up in the movie that it took both of them by surprise when the lights came back on and the credits started rolling. George pulled away from Dream’s hold to stand up, which made him pout for a moment, but returned to stand at his side when he had gathered his things. Together they walked out into the parking lot, where George talked animatedly about the characters of the movie while Dream watched in amusement. The drive back to George’s house was filled with much of the same, George sharing his thoughts on the plot and characters while Dream listened happily, throwing in his own opinions here and there.

   Dream did his best to swallow his nerves as he walked George up to his front porch, catching his elbow when he went to open the door.

   “I had a really nice time tonight, George,” He smiled at his best friend, hoping he sounded a lot calmer than he felt.

   “So did I! Thanks for inviting me. We should do this again sometime,” George chirped.

   “You think so?”

   “Definitely!”

   “In that case,” Dream said, taking a deep breath and trying to gather his courage. “Would it be alright if I kissed you goodnight?”

   This seemed to take George off-guard, taking a small step back and giving him a baffled look. “What? Why?”

   “It’s okay if not!” Dream rushed to backtrack, bringing one of his hands up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. “I just figured that’s what people usually do after a date goes well.”

   So many emotions flickered across George’s face in a matter of moments. Disbelief, realization, guilt, eventually landing on a mix of confusion and sadness. “Clay,” He started softly. “When you asked me to come with you tonight, did you mean it romantically?”

   A look of horror and embarrassment struck Dream’s features. “Did you think I meant it platonically?”

   George nodded silently, and Dream buried his face in his hands with a groan. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I should’ve made it more clear. Jesus Christ, I’m such an idiot.”

   “Hey, hey, don’t talk about yourself like that!” George said sternly, drawing Dream’s gaze from his palms to his blushing face. “Maybe there was a communication issue, and maybe neither of us completely understood the point of tonight, but that does not make you an idiot,” his voice softened as he watched Dream’s face flush. 

   “You’re right, I’m sorry,” Dream mumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets self-consciously. “I should probably get going,” he went to turn away but felt a hand reach out and grab his forearm before he could. 

   “Clay, I…” George hesitated, trying to find the right way to say what he wanted to say. “I did really enjoy myself tonight, and I’m sure that I would’ve acted differently if I had known how you felt about me,” He quirked his lips up into a smile. “Can we try this again? Do it right next time?”

   Dream’s eyes shone with cautious excitement. “Really? You wanna go on an actual real date with me?”

   George nodded, and Dream smiled excitedly. “Okay, let’s do that.”

   George turned to look at his front door, then back at Dream. “I gotta go, it’s late. Text me when you get home, okay?”

   Dream nodded, then reached out to gently squeeze one of George’s hands. “Yeah, absolutely. Good night, George.”

   George hesitated for a split second, then rose onto his tiptoes to press a quick kiss against Dream’s cheek. “G’night, Dream,” he murmured, then disappeared inside his house, leaving Dream on the porch in stunned but ecstatic silence.

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[ajokeformur-ray]

Can I request a fic with J where the reader has never been kissed before? And the readers real shy and embarrassed about it and he teases her a bit before kissing her?

That tongue knows what it’s doing is all I’m saying... 🥵👀

WC: 1, 016.

You had been... partners in life and in crime with J for the better part of several months and he was as aware as you were of the weight which was hanging in the air above your heads. You were casually affectionate with one another; J allowed you to cling to him when you wanted a hug, he crawled into your bed long after the sun had come up and he had physically exhausted his body on a several days’ long heist, he came to you when he had injuries which needed patching up. J had made it clear that he was keeping you around, and though he hadn’t voiced the reasons why did you know that it was because he liked having you in his life, and not just for the things which you did for him on a daily basis.

All was cosy between the two of you, even with J’s unpredictability and chaotic sense of self, but you had been hiding a secret from J. It was nothing nefarious, nothing incriminating, and nothing which was dangerous or even exciting by his own definition of the word, but for you? Oh, for you was there embarrassment and nervousness. It was something so simple and yet so weighted was it in something new, in something unexplored, in something which was special and wholly yours. It was something which, really, wasn’t anything special, but to you it carried the potential of everything you hadn’t known you had wanted until you had met J.

Your secret? You had never been kissed before.

And, oh, but you wanted to kiss J. You wanted to know what those full lips would feel like against your own. Would they be firm, rough and demanding? Would J take from you what was already his or would he ease into the new experience with you with care and attention? How would the greasepaint taste? Would you prefer his lips to be painted or for him to bare his entire self to you? On and on did the questions spin in your mind. You were driven to distraction and your daydreaming was shattered by a loud noise which registered as laughter a few seconds later.

“Hel-lo, earth to Y/N. Where’d ya’ go? Am I bor-ing you, hm?”

J was inches from your face and you pulled back in surprise. You couldn’t have stopped your reaction if you had tried, instinctive was it to back away from things which were right before you, and you noticed the way J’s lips twitched upwards in amusement even as he rocked backwards on his heels slightly. Fine was he with moving back now that he had secured your attention onto him; which was just how to preferred it. A needy clown was he. He had noticed where your gaze had been directed for the last few minutes; indeed had you been looking at his lips more and more frequently. At first had J thought that perhaps you were staring at his scars, but even when he was facing you directly were you looking at him with a faraway look in your eyes and eventually had he realised the truth, though he had no idea that this would be your first kiss.

“N-no, I was just - thinking.” J raised his eyebrows, pressing for details, and your truth spilled out past your lips. The words had already been on the tip of your tongue, desperate for their chance to be spoken into existence, and when they were finally out in the open and caressing J’s ears with new possibilities did you realise how right it felt. You hadn’t doubted your own decision to have J be the person who kissed you (and you already knew that you wanted him to be the last, too), but even so did you surprise yourself. “I was just thinking that I - that I want to kiss you.”

J’s eyebrows settled and he frowned slightly. Why were you making something of a deal about this? He leaned forward to grant your wish but you pulled your head back fast.

“Wait, no - J!” You sounded almost frantic and that frown only deepened. 

“What? I thought ya’ said ya’ wanted - “

“Yeah, I did. And I do. It’s just... you’re my first. Kiss. And I don’t - “

“Ya’ don’t what, doll?”

“I don’t know what to do. I mean - “ You shook your head to clear your thoughts, and J’s lips started to curl upwards in amusement. The sight of this only made you blush, so badly did you want to kiss your clown, and the words poured out once more. One of the many effects J had on you was the loosening of your tongue and you adored all the ways he had helped you to grow into yourself. “I mean, I do know what to do but I mean that I don’t know and - “

J was unable to hold in his amusement any more. Laughter exploded from his chest and he cackled with glee. “Nervous little thing, ain’t’cha?”

You nodded your head, embarrassed now. You shouldn’t have said anything, you should have just - 

The teasing stopped when J realised that you were genuinely shy about being kissed. “It’s nothin’ special, doll. S’just lips on lips,” J ducked his head. He moved slowly, which gave you plenty of time to back out, to back away and to say no, and when you didn’t move away, when you stayed, he grunted quietly and pressed his lips against yours. It was a fleeting touch but it left your entire body feeling warm... fuzzy. 

J pulled away and chuckled at the stunned look on your face and then he kissed you again... and again... and again. For each time his lips pressed against yours did he become more demanding, did the kiss become something more, and you could tell by the swooping sensation low in your stomach that J had been wrong wrong.

A kiss was special when it came from your chaotic clown. It was very special, indeed.

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[hyungbean]

Affection | Jasper Hale

Summary: Jasper was always publicly reserved and shy, so when questioned as to why you always cling to him, buried insecurities start to surface.

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Jasper x Vampire!Reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

A/N: I love Jasper sm. Alice is not Jasper’s mate in this but I love her too much to replace her, so she’s just his sister.

“Hey J.” I swiftly come up behind Jasper, hugging his waist and peeking out from behind his arm. You had felt Jasper tense up a little as you realized that his previous conversation with Bella and Edward abruptly stopped.

Jasper wasn’t one for PDA yet his mate was all for it. You loved the fuzzy feeling you got when you held his hand or cuddled up into his side, not bothered by the fact that Jasper nearly never initiated any form of skinship in front of others. Well, it didn’t bother you until right about now.

Bella trying to diffuse the awkward atmosphere laughed nervously, nodding at you, “I’m still amazed Y/N. Jasper doesn’t do PDA but you seem pretty clingy” I furrow my eyebrows at her blunt words, arms loosening from around him, stepping from behind him and moving so she was next to her mate. Jasper shifted uncomfortably as the attention and conversation diverted to their relationship.

Bella seemed to realize her mistake and attempted to backtrack on her words, “what I mean is— I mean, Jasper is so shy but you like to flaunt your relationship and I mean— soulmates are just a weird concept right?” She laughed awkwardly looking at Edward for help.

Y/N falsely laughed pushing down all the hurt she felt so Jasper couldn’t sense it, shaking her head, “Hey don’t worry Bells, no harm done. Well I should go find Rosalie and Alice I need to talk to them and stuff.” I quickly make an excuse and walk away from the trio, locating a laughing Alice outside. Intentionally “forgetting” to give Jasper the normal kiss on the cheek you gave in moments of departure from one another.

Jasper furrows his brows, stomach dropping while noticing the change in his mate’s behavior.

Edward notices too and doesn’t have to read Y/N’s mind to know Bella’s words affected her more than she was letting on.

And that was just the beginning of it. Y/N pondered later that night when she was alone, and the thoughts were pretty negative.

‘I am super clingy. What if I make Jasper uncomfortable.’

‘He’s never shaken me off but he never initiated any PDA.’

From then Y/N decided to be less affectionate towards her mate, and this went on for about a week.

She spent more time with Esme and her sisters doing literally anything to try and distract herself from following Jasper around.

This routine didn’t go unnoticed by the family.

It slowly started with less hugs and hand holding to shorter conversations and no hugs at all. Then Y/N got to the point where it was obvious to the family that she was trying to avoid spending time with Jasper as often as possible.

Now Y/N sat in the living room, reading through a magazine with a tense and concerned Jasper by her side, contemplating what he had done wrong. She felt the stares of a concerned Esme and bewildered Emmett on the side of her head. Suddenly she jumped up startling Emmett so much he hit his head on the cupboards behind him.

“I’ll be out hunting I need a breather.” She announced placing the magazine on the table. Suddenly she felt Jasper grab her hand, “I’ll come with.” He said hurriedly. Y/N winced a little, “ oh aha it’s okay Jasper. I think I’ll go alone this time.” She squeezed his hand for a split second before dropping it and nodding at her gaping family.

When they knew she was out of earshot, the family’s obvious confusion exploded.

“Okay what the fuck just happened.” Emmett said loudly, rubbing his head

“God her thoughts were so jumbled I’m getting a headache. I don’t even get headaches guys!” Edward complained from the loveseat.

“She hasn’t told me anything.” Rosalie said

“Me neither.” Alice added tone laced with concerned. Suddenly all eyes turned to the man in the middle of the problem as he was still trying to recover from how stunned he was.

“She’s been like that ALL week. It’s so painfully obvious. Jasper what the hell did you do.” Rosalie asked pointedly narrowing her eyes at her brother.

“ She thinks she’s too clingy and that she makes Jasper uncomfortable.” Edward said and started rubbing his temples.

This was totally false in jasper’s mind. He loved her with his whole existence. He was reserved but he loved how affectionate and loving Y/N was, it made him feel like he wasn’t the monster he was. Before the family could throw more accusations at him, he bolted out the door and towards the place he knew you always went when you were upset.

He arrived at a small clearing, seeing you sitting on a rock and staring into space.

“Sweetheart, do you want to talk now.” Japser’s accent drawling out as he walked towards her, crouching down to reach eye level with her. Y/N’s facade caved in at the sight of her distressed mate, realizing how selfish she’s been all week.

She nodded weakly before flinging herself at the blonde, tightly hugging him. “I’ve got you darling.” He’s said soothingly, holding her against him glad that they were finally able to get to the bottom of the problem.

“I thought that what Bella said was true and I realized that I am clingy Jas. I’m sorry if i ever made you uncomfortable in the presence of others.” Y/N babbled while tears started streaming down her cheeks.

Jasper grabbed her face soothing her frantic emotions with his powers, calming her. “ You could never embarrass or make me uncomfortable love. I’m so deeply in love with you and I’m so proud to be able to show you off. I love how affectionate you are. You make me feel so loved sugar. I love you, please never doubt us again.” He said with a steady but confident voice, pressing his forehead to hers.

Y/N laughed genuinely, pressing a kiss to his smooth lips, smiling at the love and warmth she felt around him.

The moment was short lived as Emmett stumbled into the clearing, hand over his eyes to shield the sun glaring down on him.

“Did you guys make up?! Oh thank god, I felt like I’ve been living inside a terrible soap opera for the last week— hey guys don’t worry I found them!” Jasper glared at the man while Y/N laughed, clutching her stomach.

And she knew they would be okay because she had one hell of a family and one hell of a soulmate. But she wouldn’t prefer it any other way.

[tiaragqueen]

He is my fave too! And yes actually.. Hehe. >///< Prompt 14. “Don’t cover my bite marks. If you do, I might have to add something more obvious.” and.. im torn between 6. “I’ll let you out when you’ve learned your lesson.” and 25. “Be good for me this time. I don’t want to see you cry again.” so pls I lesve it to you whichever u pick from those 2. If its not too much of a bother .///. Thank uuuu! I love your blog so much T___T

Ductile

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Jeff The Killer x Reader

✂ Word Count: 829

✂ Trigger Warnings: Manipulation, possessiveness, murder, death

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Actually, these prompts aren't in the ones I've posted on my bio, but I'm gonna write it nonetheless. And thank you, hun! Glad to know you like my blog! ^^

14. “Don’t cover my bite marks. If you do, I might have to add something more obvious.”

6. “I’ll let you out when you’ve learned your lesson.”

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“Everyday is getting worse. Do the same things, and it hurts. I don't know if I should cry, all I know is that I'm tryin'.” - Be Good To Me [Ashley Tisdale]

There were new marks today, you noted as you stared at your pallid self on the dressing mirror. Opening the collar of your shirt revealed more blemishes littering every inch of your skin, some recent and some old. You winced when you tentatively touched the fresh one, feeling the unmistakable rugged texture on your fingertips that resulted from his teeth. An advocate of tough love, Jeff was always rough with you even during his supposedly ‘affectionate’ mood. He wouldn’t hesitate to berate you for showing the slightest signs of weakness, leading you to think that he considered you as a fellow murderer or, at least, someone equally tough and powerful. Any attempt to prove otherwise was immediately shut down with more yells and, more often than not, physical abuse. Though, you never failed to clam up whenever he brandished his bloody knife and obeyed dutifully like a lapdog eager to please her master.

It sickened you to the core of how dependent you were to his whims, all in the name of self-preservation. Many times you pondered whether survival was more important than dignity, and often entertained the idea of begging him to just off you once and for all. What was the point of living if you’d only be reduced to a mere slave? What was the point of living if you’d only spend the rest of your life trapped in what used to be your home? What was the point of living if every hour with him felt like death?

“Don’t cover my bite marks.” Jeff’s croaky voice resounded in the room and froze your body. Hands in pockets, he slumped towards you and stood behind you like a bulldog guarding an escape route. “If you do, I might have to add something more obvious.”

“J-Jeff…” You slowly turned your head and smiled anxiously. You noticed his trademark white hoodie was rather clean today, suggesting that either he’d killed fewer victims or he’d chosen a particularly quicker and less blood killing method. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer. It was already a tough job having to wash his bloodstained clothes every day, and you remembered puking at the pungent smell. Jeff had stumbled upon you crouching near the toilet and was amused by your ‘overreaction’. Though, he did leave a warning saying that he’d ‘shove you into the washing machine’ if you dirty his laundry with your vomit. “Welcome… welcome home.”

For once, he didn’t abrasively remark on your stutters and reached out instead. You flinched again when his hand landed on your shoulder, body tensed almost instinctively. You waited with bated breath as he ran a finger over your blemished skin, waiting for that despairing moment where he’d strangle you to death. There was hardly any reprieve with him since every bad thought that plagued your mind was a possibility in itself. He was a killer, after all, and you couldn’t exactly count on a killer to pity you enough to live until old age. For all you knew, he might be simply biding his time while he toyed with your psyche relentlessly. What were the chances of him letting you off the hook?

“You want to go out, don’t you?” His abrupt inquiry prompted your eyes to widen considerably. Jeff waited patiently, another surprise, for your answer while you mulled over the choices. It was true that you wanted – no, longed – to go outside. There used to be no prohibition in simply wandering the premises, but after your little stunt of pleading your neighbors to call the police, he exploded and dragged you back into the house. That night, you were forced to listen to the continuous screams and sobs of your neighbors while you curled on the bed, trying to block out the noise as best as you could with tear-stained pillows.

Ever since that incident, you learned that every innocent people that lived down the street became another victim to his fury. And needless to say, you didn’t dare to cross the threshold of your front door anymore. The trauma and dread of seeing his ire were enough factors to root your feet on to the ground every time you thought about fleeing.

Realizing that you hadn’t responded to his question, and he was already tapping your shoulder in irritation, you quickly nodded. “Y-yes.” you squeaked.

“I’ll let you out when you’ve learned your lesson.” Your body went rigid against the sudden proximity as he leaned down and blew cold air into your ears. “You don’t want that incident to happen again, do you?”

You shook your head, desperately trying to keep yourself from whimpering. “N-no…”

“Will you be good for me, then?”

“… Yes, I will.” The answer took a rather long time to utter, but Jeff appeared wholly satisfied with your compliance. Patting your head affectionately, he showed you that creepy, cheeks-splitting grin of his.

“Good. Now, come with me before I’ll change my mind.”

[hoodoo12]

Model Behavior (4/5)

SFW. Lessons in humanity, for someone who desperately needs it.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

@janitor-boy @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice @angelicspaceprince @thewolfisapartofmysoul

Enjoy! ~

Adam nodded again. He was surely encroaching on some very sensitive territory, but he also wanted to fix this, to help as best he could, and to do that he was going to need some information. 

"I know," he replied, not unsympathetically. "And if you don't want to say, I won't try to make you. I was just thinking about something, something that I hope might help make this better, but only if you want to tell me." 

He made another open-handed gesture, as if to show Beetlejuice that he meant no harm. 

"It's completely your decision, but I promise I won't think less of you one way or the other."

He hated that Adam was being so nice. So understanding. 

"Never!" he spat, and the lights overhead that Adam didn't need but used from habit went momentarily black with the force of his rage. "Never, is that what you want to hear?!" 

But Adam didn't rise to that bait. He only sat and waited quietly. The lights came back on. He didn't even flinch at the raised, angry voice. Maitlands 2.0, indeed. He hated that Adam was interested, and seemed like he wanted to know more. And he hated it more that he couldn't keep everything bottled inside, where it belonged. After the explosive burst that garnered no reaction, Beetlejuice wilted. He pulled his legs to his chest and tucked his forehead to his knees, making himself small. 

"There was . . . someone," he whispered, his confession muffled and low. "It was a long time ago. I can't even tell you when . . . you know how hard it is to tell time when it doesn't affect you. It was so good. So . . . nice . . . I remember fingers in my hair, and being held. Sometimes I think I remember what it felt like to just hold hands. I wish I could remember more, but that's the punishment, isn't it? You know something happened, but details aren't there . . ." His voice wavered and trailed away for a moment. ". . . but then J-juno found out, and . . . and . . ." 

When his voice faded again, he couldn't pick it back up. There. Now Adam knew. And Barbara would know. And everyone. They'd know something secret about him, something he both desperately wished was still a part of his afterlife and also wished had never happened, so he wouldn't know what he was missing. He fully expected Adam to make some excuse and leave, now. It's been awkward before; now it was atomic levels of uncomfortable.

Adam had expected some sort of outburst, so he was able to keep himself from jumping in alarm when Beetlejuice exploded, shouting, making the lights snap on and off. He'd seen it before, and now he knew for a fact that it was purely defensive. He was probing at something the demon guarded jealously, his heart, and much like an injured animal it was only natural for him to bare his teeth and raise his hackles. One of his high school friends had lived on a farm with his parents, and they kept horses. Adam remembered a quarter-horse they'd gotten who had been horrifically abused. It took them a week to get a bridle on the mare to get her to a stall in their barn. 

His suspicion confirmed, Adam frowned sadly when Beetlejuice physically curled in on himself, again much like a scared animal. 

"Beetlejuice?" he called softly, not really expecting an answer but wanting him to know that he was still there. "I'm going to touch you if that's okay. Is it okay?" 

There was a muffled sound from the specter, not quite a word he didn't think, but it didn't sound like a refusal either so Adam reached forward and laid a hand oh-so lightly on the demon's knee. His entire body flinched at the contact, his fingers clenching where they were wrapped around his shins.

"Thank you, Beetlejuice," Adam told him sincerely. "I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me, I know it wasn't easy for you. And I want you to know that this stays between us, okay? We're just two friends talking."

Adam hadn't left. 

Adam moved closer. 

Adam put his hand on his knee. 

Adam called him a friend. 

Now he was even more glad he hid his face, because tears sprang to his eyes. He was a wreck. He was so pathetic. A moment of being treated nicely and he was crying? There was bedlam in his head, all emotions warring. He felt he should knock Adam's hand away; the fellow ghost already admitted he didn't want anything more to happen, so was he being a tease? Was this some kind of trick? Was this all a ruse to make him the fool? That'd happened before, when they all ganged up on him. But another, equally as strong part of him wanted more. It wanted the touch, it wanted the understanding, it wanted the companionship that Adam seemed to be offering. A quieter, third part just wanted to revel in the minor contact of someone's hand on his knee, as if he could soak it up and keep it for later too, when he was alone again. 

With so many conflicting thoughts, he couldn't answer verbally. He could only make some piteous keening noise. Adam shifted, and Beetlejuice just knew that now he was going to leave. 

Desperately, not thinking any more but still needing the contact, he reached up and grabbed Adam's wrist, holding him in place.

Adam found himself surprisingly calm in the face of Beetlejuice's emotional episode. He didn't seem able to speak, but neither had he moved away or made to dislodge Adam's hand from his knee. Saying nothing, only offering a comforting presence while the demon worked his way through whatever turmoil was playing out in his mind, Adam found himself remembering all the little clues that Beetlejuice had dropped over the course of the time they'd known him. How eager he'd been to meet them, glomming onto them with a kind of manic desperation that had been upsetting at the time but in retrospect made it obvious how lonely he must've been. 

In the attic, when their haunting lesson hadn't gone to plan, in his frustration he'd literally said it point blank: "No one's like me, that's the problem!" Adam adjusted his position on the sofa, shifting closer, stilling when Beetlejuice's hand seized him by the wrist as though afraid he were going to disappear. 

"It's all right," Adam told him gently, reaching around the back of the sofa with his other arm to clasp him by the shoulder in a firm, supportive grip. "Take as much time as you need, I'm not going anywhere."

A tiny moan slipped passed his lips. It wasn't sexual, just a sad little noise that gave auditory evidence to the fact he was pathetic. He didn't want pity, but he did want more. Just the sensation of a hand on his shoulder sent a shiver through him. 

Almost unconsciously, he leaned into Adam's hand. He hoped for more, but the nagging doubt that the other ghost was going to be done with him soon was loud in his head too. 

He tried to unpeel his fingers off Adam's wrist, but couldn't quite do it.

Even though he knew he was dead and therefore technically couldn't feel pain anymore, it hurt to see Beetlejuice like this, it hurt like hell; so diminished, as if he were willing himself to be a miniscule as possible, like he would shatter into fragments if he let go of Adam's wrist or moved from his curled position. Maybe there wasn't really a hard lump in his throat that he couldn't swallow around, maybe he was just remembering what it felt like, but he had to keep it together. 

For Beetlejuice's sake. 

Scooting even closer to the demon, until his own folded leg was pressed a tad uncomfortably against Beetlejuice's ankles, still clasped tight to his body, Adam leaned in against his shins, resting his own forehead against the stripe-covered knees. Their heads were nearly touching as he moved his other arm further around the other man's shoulders, reaching out to curl his hand around the back of his neck in a sort of one-armed hug. 

"You're going to be okay, Beej," he soothed in a low voice, experimenting with Lydia's preferred nickname for her spectral friend. "I'm right here and I've got you."

And now an arm over his shoulders? A hug? He bit his lip hard enough to truly hurt , to keep sound in, but when Adam called him the affectionate diminutive of his name, he couldn't contain a gaspy sob. 

Like that had broken down a barrier, Beetlejuice let himself lean heavily into Adam's embrace. He should be grateful for this amount of contact, but he couldn't help be greedy and slip his hand from the wrist it was holding upward, till his and Adam's were palm and palm, their fingers entwined. He even dared to squeeze lightly, hoping it conveyed the message he wanted it to, since he couldn't get any words out.

He ought to say something. It felt like he needed to offer some words of reassurance or encouragement or, or something. Adam was out of his depth here, Barbara was always the empathetic one, the caretaker. She always knew exactly the right words, the right gestures. But, for better or worse, Barbara was downstairs quizzing Lydia on biomes and he, Adam, was sitting on the couch with a distraught demon in his arms. So he just started talking, idly rubbing his hand across the base of Beetlejuice's neck, fingertips skritching lightly at the coarse hair at his nape while Beetlejuice laced their fingers together and held on for dear afterlife. 

"Y'know, I don't really remember my dad," he began. "He died when I was really young and my mom never remarried. So I didn't really have a... strong male figure to look up to as a kid. Though I did have an uncle. He was a good enough guy, I guess. Hard on me, but he meant well. Wanted me to be strong, to be tough. He always told me that a man doesn't cry, he keeps his chin up and keeps going no matter what. And for a long time, that's what I tried to do, what I tried to be. But now . . . now I think he was wrong about that." 

He hadn't mean to get so personal, to reveal so much, but after what Beetlejuice had told him it was only fair. Adam squeezed his hand. "Whatever my uncle said, or your mother, or anybody else, there's nothing wrong with tears. They don't make you weak or less. If you need to let it out, please, do."

He wasn't going to fall for that. He was a ghost-demon, and breaking down sobbing even in front of Adam Maitland was his new goal in life. It took effort not to cry, but with his knees pressed into his eyes, he did a fair job. 

The fact that Adam hadn't shaken his hand out of his grip and had actually started a soft massage on the back of his neck helped and made it worse. Beetlejuice focused instead on what the other ghost was saying; something about crying being wrong? He knew that. Everybody knew that. It'd been beaten into him--"Stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about!" was a common and frequently carried out threat from his past that still haunted him. But Adam questioned it? Said it wasn't? 

"What do you mean?" he sniffled, his voice still muffled behind his legs.

Adam took a moment to swallow, continuing his gentle physical ministrations as he tried to figure out how to answer Beetlejuice’s question. It was going to require a little more personal disclosure, but it if helped him then Adam considered it worth any potential embarrassment.

“Well, what’s really wrong with crying?” he replied, feeling his way through the words as he went. “I cried on my wedding day. I couldn’t help it, everything was so . . .  perfect. Barbara looked so beautiful coming toward me down the aisle, it was the happiest I’ve ever felt and I cried. But they were happy tears, y’know?” 

Taking a useless breath, he continued. I . . . I cried when we died. It was . . . devastating, it was overwhelming. I couldn’t think what else to do so . . . I cried. Barbara did, too. After everything was over we came up here together and just . . . held each other and cried.

“People cry for lots of reasons, Beetlejuice: because we’re happy, because we’re hurt or confused or sad or even because we’re all of those things at once. And there’s nothing wrong about any of it, it’s just something we do, no different than laughing. Like a pressure release, and most of the time you’ll feel so much better afterwards.”

This was information he was going to have to chew over, when he was alone and wasn't completely overwhelmed by both Adam's words and hands. He nodded, even if the gesture wasn't to convey he understood. Maybe, if he ever got the balls to revisit this conversation, he'd ask specific questions. As it was, it was hard to think when mostly what he wanted to do was suck in all the physical contact like a sponge. 

Very slowly, he uncurled himself by lifting his head and looking over at Adam. 

"Remember when we k-kissed--" he stumbled over the word, "--and I said it was nice?” His voice became a ghost itself, almost intangible, but he continued before Adam could answer. "This is nice too."

Adam smiled, encouraged to see Beetlejuice opening himself up a bit more; verbally and physically. 

"It is," he agreed, nodding as the demon sheepishly met his eyes. "When I talked with Barbara about . . . " His voice faltered for a moment, so he took the time to clear his throat and steady himself. ". . . about our kiss, she was the one who pointed out something. People are wired to like touching each other. Of course, I can't speak for you, but physical touch brings us comfort. It's something we do to connect, to bond, or to reassure ourselves and one another that we're not alone, that someone's supporting us and has our back. Granted, though, kissing on the mouth is usually something you do with a romantic partner or significant other, not necessarily a friendly gesture --" 

He was rambling again, but he also wanted to try and get his point across before he lost his nerve completely. 

"I guess what I'm trying to say is . . . I still don't think the kiss is something I'd want to do again, but I don't regret it. This, though?" He tightened his arm slightly around the demon's shoulders, squeezing his leg where his hand was still resting, indicating their embrace. "This is the sort of thing friends do, especially when one of them is upset. We comfort each other, even if there's really nothing we can do about whatever's bothering them, we can be there. Does that make sense?"

More to think about. He'd never had an in-depth conversation about anything of this nature before, but everything that Adam said made sense. Slowly, he uncurled himself even more, his whole self, even though it dislodged their hands and that was a loss that made him almost grab at him to have it continue. 

But that wasn't right. Wouldn't be right. If his rudimentary understanding was correct, it wasn't something he could force? Still, he liked the contact and chanced leaning into Adam. He tried so hard not to grab at the fellow ghost he tightened his hands into fists and kept his arms stiff.

Without the barrier of Beetlejuice's shins between them, Adam's eyes widened a bit in surprise when the specter leaned in against him. He was almost like a cat, a stray cat maybe, one that desperately wanted contact but was wary of it at the same time. Chuckling a little low in his throat, Adam shifted his grip on the other man's shoulder and embraced him properly with both arms. 

"It's okay if you wanna hug back, but you don't have to," he assured him, rubbing a hand idly up and down Beetlejuice's back. "And in the future, if you feel like you want talk about anything or need a hug, just say the word. That's what friends are for."

With the permission, Beetlejuice gradually loosened the stiffness out of his arms and carefully returned the embrace. It felt odd and interesting and nice and wonderful and the best and and andandand-- 

He'd have melted right then and there if a teensy bit of him wasn't still on alert for a trick. Was that displacement he could sense someone coming up the stairs? Or was he just so paranoid he couldn't simply enjoy this simple hug?

tbc . . . 

[silvanable]

Match-Up : Ikemen Vampire

@i-sleep-like-napoleon

Hello there dearie! I hope that life has been treating you well and that you've had a good day! 🥰🥰 Can i request a matchup with one of the ikemen vampire boys??

I'm a female on the libra-scorpio cusp and a Slytherin, I used to be an ENFP but now I'm an INFP

Appearance-wise, I'm 5'2, i've brown eyes and caramel brown hair. I'm also quite tanned from being out in the sun all the time.

Personality-wise:

- I really love food, especially sweets (dark chocolate is bae)

- I really hate horror movies (I'm usually pretty brave, but horror movies just get to me so much ergh, the jump scares are deffo a no no) but i love chick flicks and adventure flims

- I'm also a hopeless romantic, which is why even little romantic gestures can make my heart flutter

- I really love shooting alot (I'm part of the air rifle club in school).

- I used to be pretty athletic, I still am, but to a lesser extend now, because i injured my left knee playing volleyball in the past. It's on it's road to recovery, but it still hurts quite badly when i overexert myself.

- I can be really enthusiastic about stuff I'm really interested in, such as history (especially world war history), sciences and anime (I'm a closet nerd hehe) .

- I can be really ambitious and competitive, especially for my grades as i'm in a pretty good school so everyone is smart too. This drive to be better than the rest of peers always leaves me really tired and stressed out.

- I do try to not be so competitive nowsadays, but sometimes it still just happens.

- I'm quite an open book to all my close friends and i also tend to be really possessive and stubborn at times.

- I can be really awkward around people i don't click with, but around people i click with, i can be pretty wild and will be able to hold conversations with.

- I tend to procrastinate a lot, and people say i look intimidating but i don't feel like I'm intimidating.

- I can be really sensitive to other's emotions and i tend to put others before me.

- My love languages are physical touch and quality time

- I can't stand people who are attention seekers or just aim to be public nuisances as i feel that they're just really irritating and it gets on my nerves as i have quite a few of these types of people in my class and it really does make learning less condusive.

- I listen to a lot of different genres of music, but i especially love j-pop, classics and pop.

- I can really insecure at times, because i always feel that every other girl out there is better than me and i'm just trash :(

- I like dressing up and putting on makeup, but i do act like a tomboy most of the time (ie. I hate skirts).

- I also love playing the piano and singing as well, even though i'm not that good at it :D

- People tell me that I'm very curious and persistent, constantly pushing until i get answers, but i do know my limits.

- I'm also very passionate about things I love, and i would do anything to protect people that i care and love.

- I'm also very affectionate and supportive towards my close friends and people i love. - I do have trust issues and I often feel like i do not deserve love and that I hate people who betray my trust.

- I'm ok with pda, but not anything overly affectionate, like hand-holding and kissing is ok, but not making out 😳😖

- I also tend to be pretty forgettful, and i'll not eat for hours to get my work on hand done (whoop pretty unhealthy but :0)

- I'm also really sarcastic when i want to be, and i can't hold a poker face to save my life (i swear i always start laughing like 2 s⅛econds in)

- My sense of humour is kind of twisted at times but i really love memes and i tend to crack inappropriate jokes sometimes

- I've been told that i come across as really flirty to some guys but it's because i can be really touchy feely to my friends

- I'm also quick to anger, especially if i have a bad day, i hate people who nag and i hate people who put down others

- I'm kind of touch-starved, so i really like hugs and cuddles, but I'm also ticklish so my friends tend to tickle me when hugging me

- I also love reading and writing, and sometimes i would get stuck in my own fantasy world when i shouldn't 😂😂

- I'm also a drama queen around my friends, I dont have a lot of them in real life because of some rumours that others spread, so i only have a close circle of friends i really treasure and would do anything for them

- I also tend to bottle up all my anger and negative thoughts, and would sometimes like explode on others even though I don't mean to

- I love artic foxes and cats, dogs are too energetic for me 😅

- I'm also a sneaker hoarder and I love collecting and wearing sneakers heh

I hope that's enough infomation (hehe i think i gave too much 😅) and i hope to hear from you soon!! 😚😚

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this is most certainly not too much information. i always appreciate lots of things to work with, makes my job easier and things more accurate, so i appreciate all of this!

i apologize for taking so long to get this back to you and i hope the wait was worth it!

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↪  GUIDELINES

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ー COMTE DE SAINT GERMAIN

i have to say with everything about yourself, you have so much knowledge and passion in so many different things the comte would be smitten by you without question.

despite being so small, your intimidating aura everyone happened to believe.

it was probably your temper that really set things in with your small but dangerous stature, everyone learned in the mansion very quickly that you were quite a firecracker.

comte was possibly one the first ones to discover you were not as scary as you were at first glance.

he also discovered the interesting fact that while you do not like skirts, you seem to still enjoy some dresses and were a fan of make up.

he made a note about that to tuck away in his mind, after all as his guest he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible here.

comte would be the one to explain things about the mansion to you, obviously because it was his, but also likely because you sought him out for answers.

you have that curiosity and persistence to ask the questions after finding out about the vampires in the mansion, the comte returned whatever question you might have with as much honesty as he could.

the more the comte would learn about you the more he would want to know more, you sparked a curiosity in him.

your passions are especially intriguing to him, he has visited many places and even times, but he enjoys hearing from you what you know and learn from your time about sciences and history.

your knowledge on world war history is especially intriguing to him. while the events are awful but you seem to light up when sharing what you know.

it was a bit of a shock to find out your skill as a shooter, not that it was a bad thing, just another intriguing hidden talent.

something he adores about you is your love of music.

on occasions you are in the music room, he has to stand and listen as you play the piano and sing.

he absolutely adores your voice.

as the relationship between you progresses he learns that not only do you struggle to keep a straight face but happen to be very transparent with your feelings.

he does not consider this honesty a bad thing but something quite admiral.

he has learned to pick up on the subtle hints of your feelings and knows how to try and lift your spirits.

your love of dark chocolate and food definitely comes into play when he wants to see a smile on your lips again.

not saying he would abuse the knowledge of you being ticklish but every now and then you can expect a few quick kisses against your neck, just a little tickle is all.

absolutely believe this man will spare no expense on you.

he wants you happy and at your best.

your minor injury from your athleticism would have him checking with you every now and then to make sure you are not pushing yourself ( he knows how ambitious and driven you can get! ).

even the slightest mention of you feeling tired or aching would have him prepare a long hot back for you to ease your aching muscles and hurt knee.

he would absolutely try and get you to rest, maybe read, and prop your injured leg with pillows.

i see an ideal date between you two more of you both spending time with each other than going out and doing much.

it’s that precious time with each other that you both real cherish as you cuddle up to one another.

the comte lives to feel you in his arms and have you rest your head against his chest while he runs his fingers through your hair.

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[the-fiction-witch]

NSFW Alphabet: Isaac Hempstead Wright

I've seen this for alot of different characters but I plan on doing my characters and actors for it just because Mostly why not I personally got the frame I'm using off of a bran stark ver from this amazing person https://glamorousstark.tumblr.com/post/186181760349/nsfw-alphabet-bran-stark

A: aftercare-

As soon as it's all over and your both finished off Isaac will pass a glass of water from the bedside table and pull you close to his chest for snuggles.

B: body parts-

Isaac has an odd fixation with your waist and the small of your back he loves the soft slow curves it creates no matter how he holds you, often pulling you by the waist or ticking it to get attention, but mostly using it to direct you while you ride.

C: cum-

Isaac is quite the gentleman and almost never goes without a condom so your interactions with his cum are fairly limited however if you suck him off he will 1000% pull himself out your mouth and cum all over yours breasts and stomach.

D: dirty secret-

Isaac secretly has a fantasy every time he drives, he always secretly imagines your hand coming over and playing with him while he drives, getting his cock out his pants and distraction him, it's not limited to the car but he does it most in the car, as well as trains, planes, busses anything really where people could see you touching him he secretly wants you to.

E: experience-

Isaac was a virgin when you met so you where his first however having been working on such a sex heavy TV show for a large part of his formative years he had more knowledge then you'd expected but most of it in theory, however he was happy to practice the practical of what he already knew.

F: fave position-

His favourite position is simply you riding him, he loves holding your waist and hips as you bounce naked on him kissing your lips and breasts when he gets close as well as getting to see your face when you cum as well as hold you close when he reached is own.

G: goofy-

It allways starts out giggly and funny as your both not quite sure how to suggest to each other other than literally just saying it, but once he gets horny the giggles melt away

H: hair-

The dark brown continues in a slight trail down from his stomach but the actual area is well groomed and taken care of as he knows it makes it easier for you while giving blow jobs as well as it looks nicer for your distance picture exchanges

I: intimacy-

Isaac is very sweet and affectionate, often times durring sex he'll Tell you he loves you and no matter what he'll look after you.

J: jack off-

Isaac spends a lot of time away, time for filming, time for uni, time for touring, time for his family so in all honesty you don't spend much time in the same room, and after all the moving around in his life Isaac has mastered the art of quick and efficient jerking off, he will often do it to the memory of the last time you where together or perhaps some exchanged pictures.

K: kink/s-

Isaac isn't that kinky, he doesn't mind getting tied up, but he does like when you act all innocent and get out your old school skirt

L: location-

Your favourite is the antique wooden dinning table at his parents house, if someone where to take a black light to that table they would be angry, but it sure does make Christmas dinners a giggle.

His is the back of his car, he doesn't know if it's the danger or the teenage spark of rebellion of having sex in your car but either way he loves it, snuggling up in the back in empty car parks grabbing a condom from the box in the glove box and making the little car bounce up and down for a while.

M: Motivation-

Oddly enough his glasses. You stealing them, you taking them off for him, you playfully nudging them for his attention. He loves when you are cuddled up somewhere and you simply moved sitting on his lap and pulling off his glasses for him putting them on the table it gets him rock hard as he knows if you take his glasses he knows what your going to do next.

N: No-

Anything to do with daddies, physical violence or bodily fluids

O: Oral-

Isaac loves to give and to receive somehow your not sure how but he pick it up somewhere that one 30 Mon blow job is worth an hour of eating out, and Isaac likes to keep sex in your relationship fair, if he gets to cum he makes sure you have one or two as well. However if he had to choose he would pick receiving just because he loves your mouth way to much.

P: pace-

It always starts very slow and loving, sweet and caring but it gets faster and faster till you both explode with pleasure.

Q: quickie-

Neither of you are apposed to a quickies as they made up alot of your early relationship having to deal with you both living at home and having to doge family and such like, which lead you to some very creative quickies like in the shower together or in the laundry room ontop of the washing machine.

R: risks-

Isaac doesn't like to risk it much, or so he says.

Secretly he loves risking it.

S: stamina-

It varies, some days he can go four hours and hours and others he cums when your kissing, it mostly depends how much he's been away and how much you have seen each other, but you have began to notice if he jerks off alot while away he lasts hours when he comes home, something important to remember for his next trip.

T: toy/s-

A few toys mostly for you as he knows sometimes when he's been away he gets a little overwhelmed seeing you again and he can't always make you cum before he does so you have a couple toys but your not allowed to use the toys on your own only Isaac is allowed to use them on you.

U: unfair-

Isaac isn't a tease, he just wants to make you happy and make you feel good, undeniably sometimes he does it using some unfair tactics but you don't mind as most days he gives you an extra one more then him just so your happy

V: volume-

Loud! But he tries, he bites his mouth and kisses you all over to try and stop himself from screaming about how good it feels but he'll make sure you make enough noise for the both of you.

W: wild card

Isaac doesn't like pron, he finds it odd and uncomfortable, the only thing he does like is GIFs and pictures mostly stuff where you can't see the faces of the pornstars so he can imagine it's you and him, he has tried many times but can't get into porn at all, he just needs you to send him some pretty pictures.

X: xray-

Isaac being the long lanky boy that he is to no surprise I'm sure,

His cock is a fair width and girth however very long atleast seven inches if not more, initial this put a hult to sexual activity in the relationship due to your fear of him being to big, however you where very mistaken and Isaac fits snuggly hitting all the right places. Similarly he had concerns about you using your mouth for fears you wouldn't be able to take it all but after a couple weeks of trying over a summer you proved you could take every inch.

Y: yern-

When Isaac is away he yerns for your touch, your kisses, your pussy, and that doesn't change once he's home if he's in the mood he'll stop at nothing till your both satisfied

Z: zzzzz-

Isaac won't go to sleep till your snuggled close in his arms he will always check you've cum and that your happy and often asks "your sure you don't want another one? Before bed?" He likes to make sure your satisfactied and happy before you snuggle up and drift off to sleep together.