#i fucking LOVE being able to cuddle and hold hands and whatever else

[brainfullofbees]

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[hey-august]

I like to think Buggy’s entire sleeping situation is beyond weird and takes a while to get used to. Personally a big fan of the “he detaches while sleeping” headcanon and sprinkling my own brand of alight angst in there by making that clown touch starved and only being able to sleep well when he’s cuddling his own head like a morbid teddy bear. Of course as soon as someone else enters the mix it gets weirder because he cannot kick the habit of wanting something to cuddle, so he likes to spoon his so, but he also can’t keep his head comfortably on his shoulders most nights and detaches it anyways, which sometimes means he gets spooned by SO holding his own head or he is the big spoon to his SOs little spoon to his own heads littlest spoon. There are so many opportunities for weird situations with his detachable parts it’s just a joy to think about (As well as the fluff potential of Buggy realizing that this is something his partner actively loves about him, to be able to hold onto his Torso and listen to his heartbeat even when he’s already getting up. To be able to become the world’s comfiest body pillow by carefully detaching body parts to hold them just right. The ability to wake up next to them and float over to their side of the bed to see them peacefully sleeping, it’s one of the first times he actively enjoys his powers)

Nooo, Buggy cuddling his own head is so adorable and so bittersweet.

That is the cutest, though, and a wonderful way to not have him honking and snoring in your ear the entire night. Falling asleep every night to his head cradled against your chest, the feel of his soft hair on your skin, and your lips pressed to the crown of his head. Or drifting away to his body nestled against yours, arms wrapped around his waist, and his head in the right place for you to caress his cheek.

No pins and needles in his arms when you want to rest your head on his shoulder or his chest. The opposite also works - Buggy would try different ways to segment his body so he can curl up to you without pinching any nerves.

Some nights he’ll slip a hand in yours, just to have that connection. You wake up in the morning, palms a little sweaty and fingers entwined.

Buggy will give you a leg to hold between yours, which makes your hips feel so good. When it’s time for you to roll over, he lets you take the appendage, just so you can stay comfy.

And chilly nights. Let’s talk about those.

The first time he tried to push his cold fucking feet against you, he was promptly ejected from the bed. After that, Buggy learned to warm his own feet first. While you refused to be touched by those icicles, you were willing to help with his cold hands. Holding you as the little spoon, Buggy’s hands would find their way between your thighs and wait in the soft warmth. Once warm, he’d enclose your hands within his.

For Buggy, having to get up in the middle of a cold night wasn’t much of a problem. He just needed to send whatever bit of his body off to do whatever, while the rest of him kept the bed warm. You did not have that ability. When you got out of bed for a late night bathroom run, Buggy would wiggle some of himself over to your side to keep it warm.

Connecting that to Buggy becoming the absolute best snuggle buddy, he manages to develop a secret sense. Buggy sleeps deep and sleeps hard. He’s not waking up until he decides it’s time or there’s an emergency (and even then, it’s a struggle). But he’s always aware of you in bed. The way you move, the sounds you make, when you wake up… Some part of Buggy pays attention throughout his slumber. When you’re restless, he moves to comfort you. When you can’t get comfortable, he knows what you need. 

The bed is a messy nest of limbs and bodies, which is why you two always sleep oh so soundly. (Minus the snoring.)

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Hello there do you have any Rantaro Amami x m!reader headcanons to spare? (Pref ones in the killing game but whatever works with you)

I have many a Rantaro headcannon to spare! I was thrilled when I saw this request, he's my favorite of the v3 characters! I hope you enjoy!

Rantaro with a boyfriend who's in the killing game

Warnings: Mentions of death and murder

Technically Male! reader but I didn’t use any pronouns

-From the get go he was lowkey (highkey) terrified that something would happen to you, although he wouldn’t tell you that right away, and he certainly wouldn’t let anyone else figure it out either

-Rantaro is very protective of you, he’s not gonna let anything hurt you as long as he’s still able to breath. It doesn’t matter if you’re as strong as Nekamaru or as scary as someone like Mondo, he is keeping you as close to him as possible at all times

-He debated telling you to pretend that the two of you have no relationship so people can’t use it against you in the future, but that would mean he couldn’t hang around you all the time to keep you safe so he decided against it

-No matter where you are, he’s more touchy with you than he normally would be, like holding your hand all the time or doing the side hug thing. It’s his way of both telling you that he’s here for you and also telling others not to fuck with you

-He’s reluctant to let you hang around anyone by yourself, he trusts your judgement but also it’s a killing game and you can never truly know what someone’s thinking or planning

-He’s a very comforting presence during the whole ordeal, Rantaro knows how to soothe your anxieties about dying or just the murders in general

-Once a murder inevitably happens, he tries to shield you from the scene as much as possible, but if you want to investigate the body he won’t stop you, instead working with you to gather as much evidence as possible. He stays with you the entirety of the investigation just in case the murderer comes back for another round

-During the trial if your podiums are next to each other, he holds your hand throughout the ordeal, a silent reminder that he’s right there with you

-If you somehow ended up being the killer he’ll be so upset. He would never have been able to fathom you killing someone, but he can’t help but feel like it’s partially his fault for not stopping you and for not being able to convince you that there was another way out

-if you ended you ended up becoming a victim he’d be beyond devastated, he’d try so hard to investigate and be useful in the trial but it’s too much for him, he can’t handle it. He’d be even more closed off after that, barely talking to anyone for the rest of the game

-He again attempts to shield you from seeing any of the executions, but if you end up seeing them anyway he promises that he won’t let anything like that happen to you

-He asks you to let him stay with you during the night, he understands if you aren’t comfortable with it but he really wants to make sure your safe during the most dangerous time in the game

-It’s during the night he’s most vulnerable and cuddled up next to you where he tells you how much he loves you and needs you with him, borderline begging you to stay alive. to stay with him. As strong as he is, he couldn’t handle your death, so he’ll make sure he won’t have to.

-Don’t die, he needs you as much as you need him during this

[butternut-zippersqaush]

Love Languages: SWK and Macaque

My brain has been itching to write this down hajfakfj but I really wanted to present my take on the monkeys and the way they show affection because I feel like I got them down pretty well T^T this is also kind of a show on how I write them in the cherry blossom fic too so expect scenarios like these as the story continues on!

Sun Wukong

Quality Time + Physical Touch

Wukong's a show don't tell type of guy.

This monkey has absolutely no clue how to keep his hands to himself. It's a bit subtle in the show, but he's shown to be touchy with the other characters (e.i. hands over the shoulder, patting backs, hugging, tail grabbing, giving MK piggyback rides with no hesitation at all, if I might add, which I find adorable) so it would only make sense that with a S/O he's gonna be like that, just much more extreme.

I'd imagine you would cuddle, ALOT. He loves hugging you, sleeping next to you, and holding you whenever you're doing anything at all. He's super strong too, so if you ever ask he'd be more than happy to carry you around! Piggyback rides, bridal carries, whatever you want, you shall receive.

A bit self-indulgent to say this, but I also firmly believe he's the type to give you kisses all the time. They’re short and sweet, but come in swarms as he attacks your face with one too many at a time. I'd say his favorite spots are your cheeks and forehead.

The forehead especially when he's being more sentimental. If you happen to be stuck in a battle, that's the first thing he does when he gets to you, as if it's an affirmation to himself that you're safe.

Also, Wukong lives on a mountain by himself, along with the other monkeys that take residence there. In the original story, the other simians are sentient and can talk, but in the LMK verse, we don't see that. He may be okay with the solitude, but it still affects him more negatively than he would ever admit. To be his best self, and for him to be, well, happy, he needs to be surrounded by others!

You don't need to have plans when you're together; he just wants to stay around you as much as possible. He's perfectly content with the two of you lazing around at each other's place of living. If you want a proper date though, picnics and movies are his go-to! Or maybe you'd like to fly around with him on his somersault cloud?

These love languages are the ways he most naturally expresses his affection. I'm definitely not saying he isn't willing to give you gifts or spoil you with words if you ask (although he'd probably struggle a little with that T_T), but in all honesty, I think cuz of his own upbringing he's unfamiliar to these forms of endearment between couples. He is a monkey, after all. He likes things plain and simple.

If you let him, he'll be stuck to your side almost all the time. I doubt Wukong would mind if you wish for boundaries of any sort when it comes to these things however. Consent is important after all!

Macaque

Word of Affirmation + Acts of Service

Macaques pretty much the opposite of SWK when it comes to words. He's a smooth talker, even if what he says is full of shit. That can be said for when he's being genuine too!

Compliments are his go-to when it comes to making you feel nice. He's quick to butter up MK in the show, and even though it's just for his own agenda, he does mean what he says to the guy.

Macaques very observing, so he'd be able to find things to praise about you, whether it be your looks, personality, skills, or quite literally anything else.

Definitely, the type to say "I love the way you say __". He'd make you speak all the time even if it's nonsense- his six-ears just can't seem to get enough of it.

He talks big, but we all know it's to cover up his insecurities. Make sure you tell him that you love him, and how important he is to you! Macaque will appreciate it a fucking lot, especially if he can sense the genuineness in your tone.

When it comes to love, Macaque doesn't do big showcases of his affection. It's the small things that count. Need something from the store, but don't wanna go out? He'll pick the items up for you. Hate doing the laundry? He can dabble in some housecleaning to lighten your load. Want to order takeout? He knows what your usual order is by heart. Feeling overwhelmed? He's always by your side, ready to make you feel better.

His ways of showing how he loves you are very subtle, even when he's saying things out loud. This monkey is a theater kid! He wants you to play along with the act, for maximum dramatization. If you're the type whos super oblivious though, he's gonna be forced to be obvious in his affection. Expect a beet-red face when he has to say those wretched three words out loud for you to get a hint.

I'd say that Macaque would really like to indulge in physical affection with you, as he is also a monkey. This isn't one of his main forms of affection though, due to his past traumas and inability to trust others (I can't really blame him though, the number of times he's been thrown around in the show >.>) You would have to let him warm up to you first, and he'd have to make the first move.

Hopefully these sound in character 😭 but these are my interpretations!

[johaerys-writes]

Hello! Can you share some hcs/tidbits of Patrochilles that you choose not to show through the chapters of Disasters!AU? I'd love to see how you imagined them to be outside the picture😁 thank you, and have a nice day!!

Thank you so much for this ask!! I have a lot of headcanons for these two but after writing close to 150k words for this fic I'm not sure there are many I haven’t shared 😅 But there's a few that come to mind (mostly fluffy bc I love them):

- Every year Achilles makes a cake for Patroclus’s birthday. Every year, he fucks it up somehow. Either the frosting isn't right, or it doesn't cook all the way, or it deflates, or he forgets to get one ingredient or other. He has many talents but baking isn't one of them 🤣 And it's almost become kind of a tradition now so Achilles is always looking forward to Patroclus' reaction when he presents him his little fucked up cake. 

- They once tried to build a boat/raft from scraps and bits of wood they found in the garage and the fields. They started the project because a)they were bored, and b) Ajax told them that the Spercheios river goes all the way down to Athens (it doesn't). It took them two weeks to finish it and gather provisions etc for their voyage. They took it to the creek. It sank. Achilles cried for hours. It was wild

- I think this is obvious from the fic but as well as they get on with each other they do bicker quite a lot. Achilles can be deeply annoying and/or set in his ways, and Patroclus is also stubborn, in his own way. He is sometimes hesitant to try new things or might get a little sad and withdrawn or completely tune Achilles out, and Achilles just wants to shake him LOL. Also growing up Patroclus had to sometimes act as Achilles' impulse control, like "no we can't set this random pile of dried leaves by the side of the road on fire" or "no we won't ride to the beach at 3am on a winter Tuesday, we have class tomorrow" etc etc, but more often than not he is following Achilles in whatever dumb thing he's made up his mind to do, and then they bicker when it all goes south instead 🙃

- While they were in Phthia, they actually slept together almost every night whenever Peleus wasn't home. It wasn't romantic or anything at first, they just spent so much time together and in each other’s rooms that it didn't make sense to separate for sleep. Or sometimes they'd just fall asleep while talking/reading/watching films etc. Also like, with no parents or other caretakers in sight they were essentially each other’s source of comfort and affection and sometimes you just want to cuddle up with your bestie under a blanket and not do much else. ALSO also this isn't surprising bc the story deals quite a bit with toxic masculinity and internalised homophobia and how that affects Pat and Achilles, but I have a lot of thoughts about how the pressure to "man up" and "be tough" as they grew up really started to wear on them (especially Achilles), bc like what's wrong with crying or showing emotion or hugging your best friend or holding his hand or kissing him on the cheek! What's wrong with being soft and tender with the people you care about, what's wrong with any of it. So being able to come back home and have their safe space to vent and cry and be goofy and cuddle and not have to act a certain way around each other was such a lifesaver for them.

[Also I think their physical intimacy is something that's universal across every possible iteration of Patrochilles out there lol they're just super comfortable touching and hugging and kissing etc and I simply love how it might not even have sexual connotations a lot of the time, it's just something they do. They just like to glomp]

- I think this has been mentioned in the fic at some point, but Achilles often composes incredibly silly songs on the guitar or changes the lyrics to popular songs to tease Patroclus and Laika with. Often extremely early in the morning.

- Achilles has taught himself to knit and crochet as a result of a past hyperfixation over the span of a summer. The bright orange scarf he wears in Chapter 20 is one of his own creations, and Patroclus literally loves that thing. He teases him about it all the time. Achilles has made a few wonky beanies and mittens for Patroclus as well while he was practicing, they're very stylish (NOT lmao)

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 7

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 6 🟣 Part 8

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Mentions of blood, biting, vampire stuff, suicidal thoughts, pain, period stuff.

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: Things are happening!

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @teamfan7asy @mis-lil-red @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81

The boys had you on edge this week, and their only crime was being ridiculously considerate of the fact you were in intense pain, and also bleeding.

“You can tell,” you growled at Mike, who didn’t deserve your attitude at all, because he was literally just bringing you a cup of tea. He’d been so nice to you all day – all week, in fact – and all you’d been doing was snap at him, give him hell and frown. Then again, you were in pain, and bleeding.

“Eh… Yeah, I can. We all can. Why do you think August is about a million percent less of a dick?” Apart from the fact that he had promised you he’d try his best to not be a cunt, August was really laying it on thick this week with the niceties… Mike put the tea on your nightstand and crawled over you so he could cuddle up behind you. It was nice to feel his body against yours, especially when he wrapped his arms around you and put pressure on your stomach.

“That’s embarrassing…” You sighed. Why, in God’s name, would it be embarrassing? You’d never been embarrassed about your period before. Not since moving out of your parents’ house, anyway?

“Why?” Mike nuzzled your neck and pulled you even closer. It felt good to be close to him, especially since he somehow managed to hold you in just the right spot that made the pain somewhat manageable.

“I don’t know, it just is? The whole house knows I’m on my period, because blood plus vampires or something, I guess.”

“Do details help?” Mike asked. You answered that you had no idea whether it would help, but it probably wouldn’t make things worse.

“Alright,” Mikey laughed, “we can smell the blood, for starters, no need to freak out about that. We can tell when you cut your finger or have a nosebleed, or whatever. It’s the same thing. It’s not weird, and I know you’re about to have a breakdown because you think it somehow smells bad; it doesn’t.”

“How did you know that?” You found it unlikely that it had something to do with his gift in some way, but you didn’t rule it out.

“This isn’t the first time I have this conversation,” Mike said, “friends, ex-girlfriends, they all ask the same thing, and all react the same way.” That was a far more human explanation than you had expected to get, honestly.

“Anything else?”

“August feels everything you feel, so he can tell you’re in pain, and he knows you’re… Moody, emotional, hormonal, whatever word won’t get me whacked in the head with a pill- ow! Why?” He took the pillow from you and tossed it across the room.

“I don’t know. I know I’m emotional, but that doesn’t mean you have to point it out?”

“That’s silly. It’s not like it’s unreasonable or anything? The amount of times I catch you thinking ‘I want to die’ during your period is pretty insane. I’d be emotional too if I was in that much pain, babe.” Unconsciously, you snuggled closer to him and pushed his hands more firmly against your aching stomach.

“It really hurts, and I want to cry,” you said in a sad voice. Mike thought about your words for a second and then shifted behind you.

“Here, drink.” He handed you your tea. “August, got a minute?” He said that as if August was in the room with you, and as far as your eyes could tell, he wasn’t.

“Is that the volume it takes for him to be able to hear you?” But… That meant everyone in the goddamn house had heard you fuck. Fantastic.

“I keep telling you there’s no reason to keep quie- OW! Would you stop hitting me over the head with whatever? Thanks.” Mike said. You noticed his hand was on yours, steadying the cup of hot tea you’d still been holding when you decided to smack him in the head. If it weren’t for him, you’d probably have burned yourself… Mike continued, clearly – and rightfully – agitated by your unnecessary attempt at assault: “They don’t listen, trust me.”

“You yelled?” The door opened and August appeared in the doorway with a grin on his face.

“Funny,” Mike said, “stop being a dick. Can you help her?” Help you? How on earth would he be able to help you?

“It’s physical pain and I’m starving, so unfortunately I can’t.”

“Explanation, boys,” you groaned as another wave of hellfire ripped through your stomach.

“Mike told you I can feel what you feel, which is true in both a physical and emotional sense, but what he didn’t tell you is that I can influence it, too.” August said carefully. It didn’t seem like he felt guilty about hiding his gift from you, and you didn’t doubt that he had far fewer objections to using it to his full advantage than Marshall or Mike did.

“He could torture you just by looking at you,” Mike said with a giant grin on his face.

“So can you, with a face like that,” Marshall said in passing as he was on his way to his own room.

“Right, so if this jerk ever does anything to hurt you, don’t hesitate to come knocking,” August sneered. It was kind of sweet of him to say that. “And he was right, we don’t listen. We have better things to do than listen to than listen to our roommates having sex.” You decided to ignore the obvious heat rushing to your cheeks and the smirk on August’s face and focus instead on the parameters of his gift.

“But you’re also a walking painkiller?” You shifted positions so you were sitting on the edge of your bed, and immediately regretted the decision when a sharp pain ripped through your insides – yet, again. One of Mike’s legs appeared next to your right leg, while the other was left behind somewhere on the bed. You sighed when Mike wrapped his arms around you again and applied pressure to just the right spots.

“I know your generalizations are typically on point, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call me that. Plus, as I said before,” August sat down next to you on your bed and put a hand on your thigh, just above your knee, “I don’t think I can… Jesus, I’m so fucking sorry, princess. Is it always this bad?” He looked as if he was being tortured.

“When we’re out of painkillers, yeah,” you groaned. Somehow, you’d missed the fact that you were due for another round of whatever sick fucking joke Mother Nature had planned for you this month, and you’d found out this morning that there wasn’t even so much as a single goddamn Tylenol in the whole house.

“No chance in hell, Walker,” Mike suddenly snarled. It must have been something he sensed in August – there really wasn’t any other explanation for his outburst.

“Mike, she’s in pain, and you won’t even give her the choice. So it’s either a supermarket run for you, or you let me at least suggest this.”

“Suggest what, August?” The pain was only getting worse and at this point you almost wished the boys would fuck off so you could suffer in peace.

“He wants to feed on you,” Mike growled. That discussion, again. It annoyed you that they were still on about that even after you had clearly told them it wasn’t happening.

“What I want, Mike, is for you to shut up for a second, so I can actually explain myself.” August didn’t sound amused in the least, and not inclined at all to let Mike fill in what he wanted or was suggesting, or anything. “The suggestion is indeed to let me feed, so I can take away the pain. And I’d like to remind Mikey, that just the feeling you get from one of us feeding on you, may actually be enough to relax you, and take away some of the pain.” That sounded more like August genuinely wanting to help you rather than the semi-doom scenario Mike sketched where he just wanted to use you as a snack.

“She can try that with me, then, I-“ Blame it on the hormones, but something inside you snapped when Mike made that decision for you. Your insides were screaming for pain relief, while your brain was actually quite desperate to volunteer as a vampire-smoothie, and they were ferociously battling the ‘don’t want to upset Mike’-part of you, and within inches of beating it to a pulp, if you had to be completely honest.

“Mike! You’re my boyfriend, not my keeper. If I try with you and it doesn’t help, I got nothing. And you’re not hungry.” Which meant Mike would just be using you as a snack. He didn’t need to feed, August did.

“Fine.” Mike begrudgingly agreed to what August said, but from the look in August’s eyes, he was never going to risk that, for fear of getting his eyes gouged out.

“You’re not fine,” August said, “you’re being a-“

“August!” Sherlock suddenly appeared in the doorway. “The four of us need to talk.”

“Don’t think it’s going to make me any friendlier. I’m starving and she’s in so much pain I can’t even shake it off.” Fuck, you were actually hurting him? Tears welled up in your eyes, and soon they were trickling down your cheeks. Goddamn hormones. They were already making you suicidal, was this breakdown right in front of your roommates really necessary?

“What? Sweetcheeks, no, don’t cry,” Mike wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck. The fact that they were being so nice about all of this didn’t make it better at all. If anything, it made it so much worse, because now you felt like a burden to them, too…

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, “I’m just in a lot of pain, and now I’m hurting August, too, and I don’t want to do that.”

“Not just me, princess,” August grumbled, and he gestured at Mikey and made a vague gesture in the direction of Marshall’s room. To everyone’s surprise, Sherlock smacked him in the head for that one.

“Oh, no, not all of you!” You were full-on ugly crying now, but you didn’t care anymore.

“August, could you be any more of a dick?” Mike said, followed up by a sarcastic laugh. He held you even closer, softly stroking your hair in an attempt to calm you down a bit.

“I can’t believe you two,” Sherlock said, his eyes shooting daggers at both Mike and August, before he turned to you. His face turned friendly instantly, and he got on one knee in front of you and looked into your eyes. “Why don’t you go take a nap? You look exhausted.” As he said it, you first wondered how the hell he thought you’d ever be able to sleep, and then you felt your eyelids grow heavy.

You didn’t know how long you’d been out, but when you woke up, Mike was curled up next to you, and August was sitting at your desk, which was odd. Instead of asking August directly, you turned to Mike for an explanation.

“It has been brought to my attention that I’ve been a selfish dick, and I’m sorry,” he admitted groggily, “August’s plan is sound, painkillers are unlikely to work at this point, anyway, and I don’t want you to suffer. So if you want to give it a go, I’m on board with that.” It was definitely a sincere apology, you were sure of that, but mostly you were very grateful that he wasn’t going to resist August’s idea any longer.

“I already know what you want,” Mike added, “don’t bother trying to lie to protect my feelings, okay?” There was a certain upside to having a boyfriend who always knew exactly what you wanted, and this wasn’t it. You turned around.

“You hungry?” you said to August with a smile, and he replied with a simple nod. It hit you that you had no idea how to proceed, so you just stuck out an arm.

“Were you comfortable way back when, when Sherlock was feeding?” he asked. It was a few weeks ago now, but you remembered quite well. In fact, it was secretly one of your favorite memories…

“Yeah, perfectly. You wanna go about it the same way?” August answered you with a short nod, and sat on the ground near your head. You scooched a little further to the edge of the bed, with Mike right behind you – literally. He didn’t let go of you.

“Are you staying?”

“Listen, I’m comfy. I’m not giving this up because he wants a drink,” he said. Something about his voice made you wonder what had been said in that conversation that made him so completely okay with this now.

“It’s not weird, or anything,” August said, “feeding – for us – isn’t typically so intimate that we hide while doing it. It’s mostly the comfort of the people we feed on that we tend to keep it more private.” It hadn’t been weird to you when they were all in the room when it had been Sherlock…

“August, I appreciate all the vampire-lessons, but I still feel like I’m dying,” you groaned as a particularly heinous wave of agony ripped through your body. August was careful when taking your hand in his.

“One thing,” you said suddenly, almost pulling your arm away from August again as you spoke. “How…” You couldn’t quite articulate your question, so you just pointed at your mouth and hoped he’d understand. Apparently, he did, because he turned his head towards you and smiled, baring his teeth. Within two seconds, his canines extended into fangs.

“Does that answer the question?” he asked. There was impatience to his voice; he really was hungry.

“It does,” you answered. Behind you, Mikey chuckled.

“God, the first few weeks after Marshall turned me, I bit my tongue so often,” he said. August chuckled, and you felt the warmth of his breath on your skin. He shot another questioning glance at you over his shoulder, and when you nodded, he turned back. You winced when he bit you, but then nestled comfortably into Mike’s body. August had been right: the feeling you got from this did actually relax you, and it helped you ignore the pain a little. After a few minutes, you noticed two things. One: August wasn’t feeding as fast as he had been at the beginning. Two: the pain slowly disappeared, and with it, the extreme tension in your body.

“It’s working, isn’t it?” Mike asked from behind you, and you nodded.

“Yeah, I think so,” you said, surprise very clear in your voice. It wasn’t that you hadn’t expected it to work, but rather that you hadn’t dared to imagine that ‘work’ meant you’d really no longer be in agony. You asked August if this was his doing, and he hummed an affirmative answer – it was the only thing he could do, obviously.

“Oh my God, August, thank you,” you moaned as the levels of pain finally descended into manageable territory.

“Do you want me to ask?” Mike suddenly said, and August hummed again.

“Ask what?”

“He wants to know if you’re okay with it if he keeps at it for a bit, so he can push his next appointment back a full month.” You were inclined to say yes, but somehow you were reminded of what they’d told you before.

“If you’re on board, Mike,” you said hesitantly, “why not let him feed again in two weeks?” Mike seemed to think about that for a second, before agreeing. You could tell he still wasn’t on board with a permanent arrangement, but he was okay with this as a one-time thing. A few more minutes passed until you felt August’s mouth leave your arm. His tongue lightly touched the wounds he’d created. From the last time, you knew they typically didn’t bleed – at least not for long.

“Thank you,” August said. This time around, you recognized the look in his eyes. “Thank you.” He repeated the words a few more times, until you finally told him to stop. Mike just laughed, which didn’t seem to annoy August as much as you reckoned it normally would have.

“Can I get you anything?” he said. Hearing him be this friendly was weird in its own right, but the fact that he sounded almost submissive was something else entirely. You tried not to laugh, but there was something funny about it.

“Water,” Mike answered for you, and the moment he said it, you realized he was right; you were incredibly thirsty.

“That would be great, actually,” you said, and before you’d even finished your sentence, August was back, holding a glass.

“I’m not one for waiting around for little errands,” August said. It was very in character for him. “So, would it be alright if I make dinner? For everyone, of course, if the rest is interested.”

“Oh, eh, yeah? Sounds good.” you said. It was a little awkward to say yes, because you knew he was offering because he had to, but it was a sweet offer.

“It’s really funny to me that what you really want is to decline everyone’s help,” Mike said after August had left the room – and presumably the house, because you knew for a fact you were very low on groceries.

“Yeah, well,” you sighed, “it’s not like he’s actually offering, right? He’s just compelled to by the whole chemistry of things. Which reminds me, Sherlock, can you get in here?”

Within seconds – if it even deserved the plural – Sherlock was in your doorway.

“What’s the matter?” he asked politely, as always. You’d expected to feel a little weird having a new roommate – or an old roommate who moved back in after months of absence, if you were being accurate – but it didn’t just feel very natural to have him around, it was also very nice.

“What did you do to me to get me to fall asleep?” You sat up on the edge of your bed.

“Hey!” Mikey whined as he shimmied closer to you and wrapped his arms around you again. It made you chuckle; he was so goddamn cute.

“Ah,” Sherlock said, and his expression turned apologetic, “you noticed.”

“I don’t agree to snooping around in my brain of any kind, Sherlock. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal, darling,” he said as he sat down in the desk chair. “I imagine you still want to know what it is I did?”

“If you don’t mind,” you said with a warped smile on your face.

“Hypnosis,” he said, and you had to put in some serious work to keep your mouth from falling open. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have, and I have no excuse.”

“Why did you do it?”

“Most humans aren’t aware something is happening to them – which makes it different from human hypnosis, which works, but only with a willing subject – and I…”

“No, please, I can’t wait to hear what you have to say for yourself, Sherlock.”

“Sweetcheeks, a quick reminder: punching a vampire is going to hurt you much more than it will hurt him.” Fucking Mike and his talent to read your desires or whatever. Yes, you did want to punch Sherlock. Was that weird? You’d just been told you had been hypnotized against your will. And without your knowledge. Were you allowed to be a little pissed off about that? Great!

“There were no untoward intentions, I assure you,” Sherlock said. It looked like he knew just fine that that didn’t make it much better. “I merely wanted to speak to the others…”

“Without me hearing?” you interrupted. To your surprise, Sherlock shook his head.

“Without them suffering your pain and suicidal thoughts,” he said. Wait. Those weren’t the selfish reasons you’d expected. Those weren’t selfish reasons at all.

“It’s nothing compared to what you go through,” Mike said before he pressed a kiss on your hip, which was the only place he could reach from the position he was in. “But it sucks.” You dropped a hand to your side, and stroked his curls, which made him hum softly, and his lips curled into a smile.

“Please don’t do that again,” you told Sherlock, “not without asking me first.”

“I will keep that in mind, and I really am sorry,” he replied. “Did you sleep well, at least?”

“I did,” you said. You hadn’t slept that well in years, if you were being perfectly honest. Sherlock got up from the chair and gently caressed your cheek. It felt strangely comforting, which wasn’t something you’d expected.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “It won’t happened again.”

As soon as Sherlock closed the door behind him, Mike pulled you back into his arms.

“What’s going on, Mikey?” you said as you turned around to face him.

“I’m a little jealous now,” he admitted, “everyone gets a bite of my girlfriend but me. Not fair.” You were fairly sure you should be getting upset that he was acting this way, but you couldn’t help but chuckle instead.

“You did get a bite, Mikey,” you said, reminding him of your little kinky adventure.

“Not the same, baby.” He was sulking, and it would have been annoying on anyone else, but on him it just looked cute.

“Mike, listen. Either I’m food or I’m not food, I won’t be both.” He seemed to understand, but it didn’t make him happy. “You just want to have it your way, you want me to yourself. And I understand, but it’s not fair, and probably a very bad idea, to create that kind of tension. So I’m saying no to all of you, unless you’re prepared to do this the right way, where everyone gets what they need.”

“You want to negotiate an arrangement.” It wasn’t a question; he could feel it clear as day.

“Yes.” There was no point in lying to him, you figured, even if it hurt his feelings a little bit. They’d be hurt more if you did lie, because he’d know you’d be lying. Either way, this was probably the right time to tell him that you really did want to…

“Will you give me some time to adjust to this? I mean… It sounds ridiculous, because you’re the one who only just found out that you were living with vampires. But you’re adjusting to everything so well, and I can feel that you want to… Fuck, Sweetcheeks, I hate that I feel this way, that I get this jealous… You want it, you need it, but I can’t get over my own fucking ego because I’m scared you’re going to leave me for one of them. Or all of them.”

“All of them?!” That was new… Definitely not any kind of conclusion you would have arrived at by yourself.

“Yeah,” Mike just shrugged. To you, the idea was absolutely ridiculous. There was no way you would leave him for any of the guys, let alone all of them. And you were pretty sure the others wouldn’t be on board with that, either.

“I love you, Mikey.” That was all there was to say about it, right?

[xbeezchaos]

BPD! Scaramouche pt.3

A/N:Y’all are eating this up and I like writing this so here you go. Today we’ll be focusing on two specific symptoms of bpd. Self image and disassociation episodes. How he experiences them (not really. A good chunk is my own experience) and things he does.

Notes: scara x reader, no pronouns used, you helping him through these different episodes and emotions, cuddles, pet names , etc.

He often goes from this depressed and disassociated state:

Staring off blankly at everything and inspecting his surroundings

He ca. be very irritable and snappy with basically everyone because he’s in what he calls “The void”

Touching, hitting and pulling at his clothes, skin and body parts because he cannot fathom how he’s a solid being

Everything being loopy, twisted and feeling distant from him

Having irritability due to how slow everything feels. Even when it’s not slow. To him the worlds in agonizing slow motion

Everything being too loud or too quiet

“Sweetheart, can you pass me my headphones?” He’d hold his arm out, patiently waiting for you to hand them to him.

Not being able to pick up or hold many or a single conversation for hours to days at a time

Struggling to get out of bed or complete tasks

“My love, come back. I need you in my arms, please.” He’d practically whined out the last word.

“You know I’d love to but then good going to make sure that gorgeous face eats and drinks anything at all today if I don’t?” You kissed the top of ups head and left the room to go Make breakfast for you two

Sense of time being jumbled and confusing to him. So he uses way more timers and alarms.

You help by trying to run bu the same schedule. Setting the same alarms so you could shoot him a text to make sure he was on track with his day.

If he was he’ll text you back a long message about wanting to kill someone or himself. Sometimes both or in order of some sort of plan he’s devised on his breaks.

You find it funny and concerning how a simple comment would trigger him to say the most in response.

“Eat rocks and die.” Then he’ll proceed to ignore everyone with his noise canceling headphones on blast.

To this self image crisis and Euphoric mindset;

Cutting/dying his hair cause he realized how good he’ll look with the new image he has for his hair.

I mean. Do you think someone else besides himself picked and did that haircut?

Of course he’ll eventually ask for your help once too much damage has been done. But you’ve grown very skilled with fixing his hair

Getting new piercings. He will think on it first then do it as long as he has money ofc.

Loves getting his tongue pierced. Even if it took a few days before he could talk right again

Buying tons of things he may not need or use later

Likes spoiling you too. It can range from big to small things. Whatever he can think of to make you happy.

He loves the rush he gets when he sees the new things he has or how happy he makes you with the gifts.

Will last from hours to minutes so please be ready for him to come down from it.

Gets tattoos. And will bring you along, so you watch as the excitement slowly morphed into euphoria and he begins to shake and bite at the skin on his nails

How else did he get the gorgeous marks that illuminate in the dark?

He likes having you touch his tattoos once they’re fully healed.

Makes impulsive travel plans and follows through with them.

Tries new makeup or style or something to alter his appearance

Has constant thoughts of not feeling like he’s really himself. More of somebody else impersonating the real version of him.

Can’t look at himself for too long in pictures or the mirror for too long because in his words “that’s not me. It looks like me but something is seriously off. And I don’t like it.”

“I need to be. Not me. I’m doing too well and I’m tempted to fuck that up.” He says that a lot. Mainly to himself but on occasion you’ll overhear

Take his phone, laptop, wallet and whatever else away because he can and will but shit and dive into his savings without a second thought

“Cmon. It’s to cope! I deserve it!”

“Really? What you deserve is a fucking nap, let’s go!”

He proceeds to fight his way from sleeping while you lay your full body weight on him to keep him pinned to the bed with all of his electronics besides the tvs locked in another room

When he came down from this euphoric feeling. He was lucky to have you there because more often than not. He’d start crying.

Note!!!!:So that’s all I can think of right now and I don’t proof read but I’m hoping you guys love this one just as much as the last. If there’s anything else you wanna see or bpd Scara travel on to my ask box cause I’m running out of ideas.

[sammystardust]

woman in a dream . joshua m. kiszka

a/n: finally getting this one out!! this one is based on their song "always there", which i <33 so much, so of course, i had to write some josh fluff to it hehe. my requests are always open so if you like my writing and would like something, shoot me one! again, thank you so much if youre reading this!

pairing: josh kiszka x f!reader

wc & summary: {3.1k} in which a mysterious woman haunts josh's dreams & he finds her where he leasts expects it

warnings: none! just some sickeningly cute fluff :)

quick disclaimer: just a reminder that all my work is fiction and are in no way a reflection of the band nor their management! this is all just story-telling from my imagination lol

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They began every so often, maybe occurring once or twice a week. 

Then they spawned closer together, happening nearly every day. These dreams Josh was having were so real and lifelike, yet he couldn’t quite put his finger on them. They were taking a hold on his life, seeping into his mind during rehearsals and when he was out and about. He was constantly thinking about these mind-twisting dreams. They all centered around a woman, one whose face was muddled. He couldn’t exactly see or make out any distinct features of her face or figure, but he knew one thing for sure: the way she made him feel in every dream.

Josh was a hopeless romantic at heart. He adored watching all the romantic-comedies littered among Netflix and all other streaming services, whilst cuddled up to himself on the tour bus. He admired the relationships those closest to him were in, wishing he could spend his days in the arms and laughter of another being. Alas, being the front-man to a famous rock band, Josh was almost required to keep this identity of a livin’ through the fast life bachelor. Not that his feelings were regarded in this choice, but with the rest of the band off the market, the band’s PR team thought it would be a good move for the front-man to be unattainable, but right in reach for their female audience. 

So, with this dream of this mysterious woman floating around his mind at all times of the day, he became quite attached to this person. There was no way to know if this woman was anywhere near him, also completely ignoring the fact that she may not even exist. The woman in the dream made his heart feel full, complete. He wanted her to be able to scout her out in the crowd at concerts to dedicate his loving thanks to.  She brought an intoxicating happiness that made Josh excited to lay his head on his pillow after putting his all into an exhausting performance.

Josh knew absolutely nothing about this insentient being, but he was fully consumed by her and everybody around him noticed his changes in attitude. He was in a more blissful mood at all times, which came back to bite him at times as he was more susceptible to being caught lost in thought during times everybody else needed his attention… 

“Josh!” Jake huffed in annoyance once again at his twin’s obliviousness. The band was at the recording studio, hoping new song ideas would ignite in their jam out session. Slouched over on a meditation pillow with his guitar resting on his knees, Jake’s hands were up in the air towards his brother, signaling sort of a “what the fuck” gesture. The present trio’s eyes on their lead singer as he finally snapped out of whatever trance he was locked into. “You missed your count in again!”

“He’s probably thinking about that fantastical, wondrous, fictitious lover of his!” Sam sighed out, putting emphasis on the words he would say were “big words his older brothers make up”. He lay the back of his hand on his forehead, tilting his head back, effectively mocking Josh. His small performance would earn a chuckle from Danny, a smirk from Jake, and a poker face from the now seemingly awake Josh.

“Look, you guys just don’t understand.” Josh attempted to fight back but was met with equally confused looks. He sighed and fell onto the couch that his younger brother sat on. Sam gave him a shrug and a pat on the back, as Josh hung his head low. They didn’t understand what was going on through his head, truly, but they did collectively grow a slight impatience for the eldest as his daydreams were getting the better of him.

“Maybe we don’t! But, it’s really getting into our time as a band, Josh. We’ve been having to remind you of simple things throughout this sesh, ” Jake butt in, finally putting his guitar back home on its stand. He ran his hand through his hair and stared up at the clock on the wall. Trying to immediately find a middle ground, he continued. “Look, it’s already 7 PM, how about you grab us some dinner to clear your mind and we’ll reset okay?”

“There’s actually this really great Chinese food place right down the street. Susie’s, I think. Maybe you can pick us up something from there?” Danny suggested, quickly earning some nods from the other brothers. Taking that as a signal to get himself up and out the door, Josh stood up and made his way out of the studio.

“Just take a look at the menu and shoot me a text of what you guys want,” Josh shouted over his shoulder before walking out of the room. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his brown bomber jacket, he began his trek to this restaurant that he hoped really was just down the street. To his surprise (or maybe not), Danny was right (which he was 99% of the time). Josh stood in front of the restaurant, which was clearly a hole-in-the-wall. His eyes glanced up to the simple white block letters that spelled out “Susie’s” before making his way inside.

A tiny bell tinkled following his entrance with a sweet and savory aroma instantly overcoming his senses. For everything that lacked on the exterior, the inside made up for it. Mahogany floors stretched throughout the quaint building and elegant watercolor paintings flooded the walls. Despite being low-lit within, he could make out the litter of people on the seemingly endless array of round tables that were squished together maybe just a bit too close to one another. A faint instrumental played among everybody, almost drowned out by all the chatter, but Josh could hear the music loud and clear. 

“Hi, welcome! How can I help you?” A voice emerged from the crowd and suddenly, Josh’s heart picked up ten-fold. He could recognize that sweet voice from anywhere and surely, it couldn’t have been his mind playing tricks on him. Feeling a paralysis on his body come out of nowhere, thoughts raced through his head. This cannot be real. Is she real? You idiot, you need to answer her or else she’ll think you’re out of your mind. “Hey, are you okay?”

Four more words was all it took for Josh to finally turn towards the counter to his left. And there she was. There was never a clear idea of what she looked like at all but seeing her now was exactly how she was supposed to look. It was her, the woman in his dream. She sat on a high cushion stool cozily, swaying side to side on it. Her eyebrows furrowed in genuine concern as Josh’s eyes lovingly took in her appearance. A worn-out black cap was situated atop her head, loose strands of her hair poking out the front and sides. An oversized Zeppelin tee hung on her shoulders, and right on top of where her heart was stuck a rectangular sticker with a name and doodles scrawled on it. (Y/N)  

“Y’know, some people say I sound like Robert Plant,” Josh blabbered out, pointing a finger towards her shirt. Oh, you are definitely an idiot now. That’s what you say? He thought as he immediately shut himself up as the response elicited an awkward giggle from the girl. She gave a smile to him that made his heart pound out of his chest and knees weak. He took his hand up to his curls, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Feelings of warmth enveloped his heart while the embarrassment caught up on his cheeks.

“That’s actually really impressive,” She smiled, giving her shirt a quick tug. Josh walked closer to the counter, feeling like he was wading through water as the situation felt surreal to him. She was here all along, down the street. He still couldn’t entirely believe it. 

“I’m sorry, I am doing alright! I didn’t mean to ignore you, if anything, my attention was on you!” Josh stammered, now some pink appearing swiftly on her cheeks at his indirect compliment. His eyes were slightly wider than usual and his hands were talking alongside him. He knew he was nervous, from his faster than usual talking and heart beating harder and louder than it ever has before. “I’m sorry, you are just really beautiful and (Y/N)? That is a gorgeous name, the sweetest name I have ever heard, hands down. God, I am so sorry. I will shut up now.”

Josh was internally hitting himself as he couldn’t have made a bigger fool out of himself in front of the lady. He was smoother than this, he knew how to keep his cool, but around her, he found himself to be a total mess. To his surprise, she let out a laugh so pleasing to his ears that he felt he could write so many melodies around it. 

“Well, thank you. I think you just hit me with the most compliments per second,” (Y/N) nodded, giving an impressed look with the tint of pink even darker on her face. She swept a fallen strand of hair and tucked it back into her cap as Josh felt more buzzes within his pocket. “As much as I appreciate them, I don’t think my boss would enjoy me talking too much, so, what was it that I could help you with?”

“Ah, yes, I need to make a to-go order!” Josh exclaimed, remembering the reason why he was at the restaurant in the first place. (Y/N) nodded, a shy smile permanently residing on her face since this mysterious man walked in. She grabbed a notepad and a pen before looking back up into Josh’s eyes, noticing that they never left her face.

“Can I get a name for the order?”

“Josh.”

“A sweet name for such a sweet person,” She murmured under her breath, as she nervously looked back down towards the piece of paper to scribble it down. Josh perked up at her statement, a toothy grin appearing on his face as his heart fluttered even more. “What can I get for you, Josh?”

“Umm, here let me check,” He dug his phone out of his pocket, almost dropping it due to the nervous rush throughout his body from his name coming out of those pretty lips of hers. He almost lost himself again before he tapped his phone on, only to be greeted by a flurry of texts from all the boys, mainly his twin. Where are you? Sam’s getting antsy, needs food ASAP. Disregarding Jake’s questions, he scrolled up to where all their orders were and flipped the phone for her to be able to read off of it. She promptly jotted down their desired choices and turned her attention back up to the man in front of her. “Surprise me! I haven’t even looked at the menu if I’m being completely honest…”

“You’re all good! Lemme just,” Nodding in response, she wrote down another line of items, before ripping it clean from the pad and holding it up. “It’ll probably be like fifteen to twenty minutes tops. You can make yourself comfortable and I’ll bring it to you once it's all ready.”

Before Josh could say anything else, (Y/N) spun off the stool and disappeared into the patterned curtains that hung behind her, letting himself get a quick gaze of her back profile. Plopping himself down onto the chairs by the entrance, he felt a fond lightheadedness encompass himself. He was almost fully convinced that he was dreaming, pinching his arm multiple times to provide evidence, but no, this was real. For the past month, he was blessed with these dreams and now with her finally making an appearance in his life, Josh felt the feeling that every hopeless romantic hoped to feel. He was absolutely and utterly smitten. The woman of and in his dreams had sat before him and the feelings he was oh-so familiar with flushed his body: except this time he was awake to experience them.

“So, Robert Plant, huh? I would love to hear your impression sometime,” (Y/N) spoke, leaning against the counter, face resting on the palm of her hand. Josh snapped out of his thoughts to see the beautiful being once again, tilting his head up to look at her. Her hopeful face radiated a light that awoke a flame in his body.

“Yea, haha, I can also play a pretty mean tambourine, if that piques your fancy” Josh beamed towards her, enjoying the full attention she gave him. He also very much enjoyed the laughter he was able to elicit out of her. “I’m actually in a band with my brothers and a childhood friend of ours! You should check us out sometime!”

“Y’know, I might just have to.” (Y/N) smirked, relishing in the fact that meeting this interesting, odd man was the best part of her day so far, maybe even week. She couldn’t help but feel an attachment to him despite never meeting him before; his face only vaguely similar. Maybe he had ordered from Susie’s before or maybe he stood behind her in line at the grocery store before. There was no telling why she felt that way but all she knew was that in the moment, she wanted to become closer to him. Staring at his face and the way his curls bounced with every word he spoke, she was captivated with anything and everything he had to say. 

Ding! The sound of a tap of a bell immediately pulled both Josh and (Y/N) out of their trances with one another. As quickly as she went back into the kitchen, she was back out holding a bag, bulging with delicious Chinese food. Josh took the bag from her and thanked her once again.

“I was able to sneak in some extra pot stickers, on the house,” (Y/N) winked, twirling a piece of hair between her fingers. “I also left you something else, written on top of your box of food, Josh.”

It’s almost as if Josh really couldn’t contain his excitement as he flashed her a genuine grin. Giving her a slight wave, he gave his final goodbye before leaving. “I’ll see you later, (Y/N).”

With one last smile and wave towards him, Josh made his way out with the food, hearing the bell tinkle once again. He pulled out his phone with his free hand and shot off a text to their band’s group chat. She’s real! Of course, his text was only met with a bunch of question marks and a snarky where’s my food from his younger brother. Shaking his head, he continued his short trek back to the boys in the recording studio. 

Once he was back, he set the bag down in front of the boys, each promptly reaching for their box, leaving Josh’s at the very bottom. Removing it from the plastic bag, he saw the familiar scrawl written atop the brown box and couldn’t help but smirk and show off to the boys that she was indeed a real person, only to be met with the same laughter as before. It was alright now though because she was in his life and that’s what mattered to him the most.

can’t wait to hear your sick tambourine solo. xxx-xxx-xxxx <3 (y/n)

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Josh’s chest heaved up and down as the closing notes to the song came to an end. From the stage, it seemed like endless waves of people, every single one giving their all to the band’s performance. The lights shone one him and he loved it all, taking in the moment to seal in his memory forever. As the song fizzled out, the roar of the crowd immediately took over, no silence to be found when  moving on to the next song. Josh gave a hearty laugh, to which he could see her in the corner of his eye. Just the sight of her still caught his breath and could bring out the biggest of smiles to etch out on his lips. 

She sat in one of the higher seated areas, right above the stage. Her hair was messy from joining the rest of the fans in rocking out to their music, having the time of her life during the concert. She gave a matching smile back to Josh, his heart taking flight in that moment. 

“Can’t you guys just feel all the love in here! I know I definitely can!” Josh yelled out into the microphone, with various positive responses all intertwined together from the crowd. He reached an arm out towards her direction, fingers curled in a way that was almost asking her to take his hand. “Especially more so today, because about a year ago, my heart was blessed with the most beautiful, spectacular presence.”

Her lips pursed together, trying to hold back any tears. The past year of her and Josh together was a love she hoped every person in the world could experience. Not long after Josh left Susie’s with a bag full of food, (Y/N) received a text from an unknown number, quickly revealing itself to be the impressionable curly-haired man. Texting all the time instantly turned to calling which turned to meeting up as much as they could, which included as many silly tambourine solos dedicated to her whenever she wanted. He eventually did confess his dreams and how he knew in the moment that she was the one in them. All she could ever say was that he was genuinely crazy but so glad those dreams oddly brought him to her.

Falling for each other was probably the easiest thing both of them had ever done, maybe only staying in love with one another could top it. As much as the band’s PR team was against their front-man being taken, everybody could see that the pair were smitten and couldn’t be taken apart. Not only that but the fans adored her, despite their relationship being a bit more private with some posts about each other every now and again. After leaving Susie’s, (Y/N) became accustomed to the touring life pretty quickly, assimilating easily with the help of her partner and their welcoming band, as well as their respective partners. She was always there for Josh, supporting his work in every way possible and vice versa. 

“To thank her for the light she has brought into my life, our next song is for her,” Josh spoke gently, still staring up at her in the crowd. The fans immediately went crazy, some pointing up towards her and others “aww-ing” at his sweet endearments for her. (Y/N) smiled back, mouthing an “I love you” with a tear or two hanging on her cheek. A countdown played, followed by her favorite sound in the world.

You’ve been waiting for your lover…

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[evansbby]

Poyt Steve and Omega:

(I feel like I know the answer to this already 😅 - it’s a no, but I’ll ask anyway…) Would Poyt Steve use a vibrator or dildo with Omega? I’m wondering would Steve fuck her with a dildo? Just because 😏 (but maybe he’d be too insecure to let Omega fuck anything else but his cock)

What’s their favourite position? To me it seems like it’s doggy for Steve (based on part one) because he’s an ✨alpha✨ but he also REALLY enjoys cowgirl…as does Omega. He’s like to see her tits bounce and fuck into her and she likes being able to control the movements while stroking his face (because really he melts in her hands let’s be honest - I feel he’d love that kind of soft touch but he’ll never admit it).

Kind of soft - I feel Steve would want to be cuddle Omega while they sleep! (But Omega doesn’t like to be touched? Basing this partly because she hasn’t really made her feelings for him clear. I feel like she’s also a bit more independent than he is/less needy than he is.)

I love all your Poyt drabbles and stories! Thank you so much for sharing ⭐️

Oh I love love love these questions!!

Okay so firstly, yes Steve would fuck omega with a dildo! He did it in poyt 3! Well, he made her fuck herself but then got impatient bc she was going too slow so proceeded to do it himself! He’d use a vibrator on her too, or any toy actually. He likes being experimentative in bed as long as he’s in charge hehe.

As for Steve’s favourite position? Well I’ve actually thought this through and know the answer! It’s cowgirl! He really likes having her on top, and he fucked her in this position in poyt 1, 3 and 4 so it’s safe to say it’s his favourite! Steve loves it bc there’s something so hot about his omega so tiny and helpless on top of him, being held in place and controlled completely as he bounces her on his dick 😳😳 he can also reach really deep inside her from this angle and his breeding kink loves that. He also loves cowgirl bc he can order omega to ride him and do all the work and then mock her for inevitably failing or getting tired and then he has to take the control back which he gladly does. Steve also loves missionary with her legs thrown over his shoulders bc again his breeding kink loves that.

Omega’s fav position is harder 🤔🤔 I feel like she would just like whatever Steve likes bc when she’s with him, she sometimes forgets that she’s her own person and adapts to his interests/opinions to appease him or please him. I think she likes missionary bc she can look into Steve’s eyes and hold his hand or wrap her arms around his neck and most important she can kiss him and have an intimate moment.

Steve is definitely more of a cuddler than omega but only bc omega is VERY shy. I think they’re both equally as dependant on each other in different ways and both have moments where they can be super needy but Steve is more vocal about it and omega is more shy.

[ramblingandwritings]

Leon Kennedy NSFT alphabet

18+ for filth

A = Aftercare

Cuddling and maybe a nap. It's a good time for him to rest, he rarely gets a chance to relax anyway

He'll keep your head pressed against his chest and a hand on your back

B = Body Part

He knows his arms are impressive and he's very aware of how you look at them

He's an ass man and that embarrasses him slightly

C = Cum

D = Dirty Secret

He has an oral fixation that goes both ways. If you'll let him cum in your mouth, that's what he prefers. If you're not into that, then he'll do whatever you ask

Loves it if you push his cock back inside when he tries to pull out to cum

E = Experience

F = Favourite Positions

Not as much as you'd figure. He's had a couple partners before, but he's usually been focused on something else. The else being like studying to be a cop or getting completely mentally fucked by trauma

 

Missionary. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. He has a secret thing for the amazon position, even if it scares him a little bit

G = Goofy

He retains his quick wit, even if he's getting fucked into a mattress. His smart mouth just doesn't stop

H = Hair

Leon has a faint blond happy trail leading down. He keeps things trimmed up nicely but doesn't shave

I = Intimacy

He's a sweet talker no matter what

J = Jack-Off

Frequently checks in with you to make sure you're okay

He tends to only masturbate while away from home, if he feels incredibly desperate or if he's commanded to

K = Kink

Rope bondage, edging, play wrestling, begging. He doesn't have anything going for him that could be called extreme

L = Location

As long as it's private then he's fine wherever

One of the few people that enjoys car sex, but it's tricky finding a safe location to park. It's worth searching just to have you bouncing on his lap in the backseat

M = Motivation

Sitting on his lap is a good way to get him going. You can feel him get hard in almost record time

N = No

Nothing that causes serious harm, no guns and no unnecessary bodily fluids

O = Oral

He eats pussy like a man possessed and can hold his breath for a long time. He knows how to curl his fingers just right too

His cock sucking skills leave something to be desired, but he's enthusiastic and willing to learn. Just show him what you want him to do

Likes being deepthroated, his concern over hurting you keeps him from asking for it

P = Pace

Slow. He wants to be able to take his time and enjoy it. And it keeps him from cumming too fast

Q = Quickie

Loves a good, quick fuck especially before going out somewhere. This has the chance of backfiring and resulting in you staying at home, but no one can really complain

R = Risk

Nothing in public and nothing filmed. He doesn't need the government to find out and put him on an even shorter leash

S = Stamina

He's willing to experiment as long as it follows those rules

He managed to fight through an entire village, a castle and an island in one go. He can do whatever you ask of him easily

T = Toy

He'll use whatever you have on hand either on you or himself. He's not gonna be jealous of a toy, that'd just be stupid

Slightly curious about making a silicone dildo of his own dick

U = Unfair

Loves a good tease. He'll repeatedly press his cock against your hole just enough to let you feel the light stretch before pulling back. He'll do it until you either beg him or push him in yourself

V = Volume

He can be a complete bastard if he wants to be. He'll have you begging to cum until your voice is hoarse

W = Wild Card

He finds himself embarrassingly loud, but he's only slightly louder than normal. Leon starts swearing like a sailor the closer he is to cumming

Dominate this man. For all that is holy, dominate him

X = X-Ray

Y = Yearning

Around six inches, pleasantly girthy. His shaft is slightly larger than the tip. The head is extra sensitive

Mid-high. He's ready to go when you are, unless he's too tired from work. Even then he might let you ride him to sleep

Z = ZZZ

He doesn't get to sleep peacefully often, but sex puts him out like a light

[xchxsex]

Kenny Lacos NSFW Alphabet:

In honor of one of my people watching picket fences, i decided to make a nsfw alphabet. (And i found the gif funny)

Aftercare( after sex): He’ll do what you like, but after a day of work, he loves to relax with a nice hot shower with you followed with cuddles and something to eat.

Body part(their favorite part of them and you): i think this man is a leg guy. He loves to caress your legs and part them before he has his way with you. On him, he likes his hands as thats what he works with. He also finds it fun to slightly touch you when you’re not expecting it and fall into his touch.

Cum (anything): he’ll usually use protection, but if you stop him when he goes to grab a condom, he will go feral and have you so rough, he wont ever want to wear one again. I think he’d be a little worried to finish inside you, but when he does, it gives him this adrenaline rush that he craves more of.

Dirty secret(self explanatory): okay okay okay, out of all of Costas’ characters, he is definitely the one i can see being the most submissive. Let’s just say one night you decided to cuff his wrists and push him into the bed and he got a little too excited. (And not to mention when he gets KO’d and them legs go up in slo mo, peggable is all i will say)

Experience (are they experienced?): he’s fairly experienced and definitely knows what he’s doing in the bedroom, but what he’s even better at is getting you built up. He loves to tease and grab onto you until he has you begging for more.

Favorite position (self explanatory): i think he would go for basic missionary a lot but he definitely loves cowgirl and reverse cowgirl when he’s being submissive or if you’re in the back of his car ;)

Goofy(are they serious or goofy): i think he would be serious at first but as you got more comfortable with each other, he would smile and laugh while you were going at it, mostly because he’s still surprised that he has you like this.

Hair(grooming): id say he stays clean shaven with some stubble. He would go with whatever you prefer.

Intimacy(the romance): hes definitely a classic romantic. He’ll take you out to dinner, buy you flowers, open your doors, take you dancing, but what he likes the most is just being able to hold you in his arms after a long day.

Jack off(masturbation head cannon): being a deputy sheriff is a lot of stress and when you’re not around, he has to release it somehow. He’ll usually do it in the shower in the morning if he wakes up hard or right before he goes to bed.

Kink (one or more): LOVES orgasm control and denial for you and him. He loves to work you up over and over and denial you over and over until he finally lets you cum. He gets maniacal at the way you grab onto him and scream his name when you finally have that release. On him, he likes to be edged and beg to cum until his cock is so full and throbbing it hurts. You can get that man to scream.

Location (where they like to do it): he likes to do it at home in his bed but there’s something about fucking in his cop car that he absolutely loves. He’ll pull over to the side of the road, pull your legs up on his shoulders and have his way with you in an instant.

Motivation (what turns them on): well, an obvious choice is lingerie since he said that but i think he really likes it when you wear his clothes with nothing else underneath maybe even more. He likes putting on clothes that you’ve wore or that he’s fucked you in because they smell like you and he can think about how pretty you looked getting fucked in it.

No( turn offs, limits): probably just the basic ‘no’s’ like waste or intense BDSM stuff.

Oral (preference): its a good thing he doesn’t have a beard because it would be orange in the center by now. He likes getting sucked off, but he likes returning the favor even more.

Pace( fast and rough or slow and sweet): i think it would depend on the day and context. If he was stressed, you best bet he’s taking it out on you with his thrusts. If it was just waking up in the morning or after a romantic night out, he’ll be slow and sensual kissing all over your body and lightly caressing over your sensitive spots.

Quickies( do they like them): if he really needed something then he would like it, but other than that he likes to take his time pleasing you and working you up. He also lasts a while and goes multiple rounds until you both can’t breathe.

Risk( do they experiment): he’ll try things for you but other than that he’s pretty set in what he likes and doesn’t.

Stamina (how long can they go): as i said, he last a while and can go multiple rounds. He will go as long as you want him to, if the dynamic is established he’ll go for as long as he wants while you beg him to slow down or stop.

Toys (do they have them or use them): i think he has some cuffs or maybe a paddle for when you misbehave but he also has a vibrator that he pulls out just for you when you need a little extra.

Unfair (how much they like to tease): oh he likes to tease you a lot. He’ll caress your lower back or run his hand around your thighs and waist to work you up when he cant take you yet. He might also just take you to the bathroom and fix that problem.

Volume( how loud, what sounds): i think he’s fairly vocal. He’s more whimpery and whiny when he’s being submissive but you can definitely work a couple of those out of him when he’s in charge. When he’s in charge he definitely grunts and groans.

Wild card (random): not sexual but he likes being babied sometimes like sleeping on you, being the little spoon, he blushes when you call him cute or other little pet names.

X ray( under the clothes): above average, girthy and knows how to use it.

Yearning (how high is their sex drive): his drive is high especially when he’s super comfortable around you. He will find a way out of any situation in order to have you.

Zzzz (how fast they fall asleep): he gets tired after a few rounds and when you’re both finished, he likes to make sure you’re asleep and comfortable first before he goes to sleep.

[nanograms]

Idia and Floyd Poly Selfship

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The room was lit up by blue LED lights. The sound of keyboards clicking and beeping were heard in Idia’s room as his pretty yellow eyes laser focused on the coding in front of him.

The door in his room creaks open but he doesn’t even hear it. Noise canceling headphone over his ears. He grumbles out nonsense and she can hear angry typing noises as one of his codes fails to work.

The tips of his hair turn a bright orange as he curses at the monitors on his desk, completely unaware about your approaching figure. His fingers skillfully typed on the keyboard and his hair eventually turned back into a lovely shade of light and dark blue.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he let out a small squeak. He tensed up and then relaxed himself when he realized it was just her. He mumbles out a few words as the tips of his hair go pink. His cheeks feel warm when she leaned her head against it.

“You gotta stop doing that..” Idia said in a hushed voice.

It was 12:34 am. Way past her and his bedtime. Did she walk from Ramshackle Dorm all the way here to see him? “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

She prodded at him when she got up. Her words laced with playfulness as she poked fun at Idia for being worried about her sleep schedule when he should be worried about his. He’s been like this for 3 days now, and she was kind of worried. Her eyes told him so.

idia sighed. He ran his hands through his messy fiery hair. Fingers getting tangled at the knots that had been building up for the last few days. When was the last time he properly took care of himself?

“I’ll be in bed in ten minutes.. I-If you’re comfortable with it, I’ll cuddle you too.” He turned his head away from the girl who looked like she had stars in her eyes. “O-only if you go to sleep first!”

She nodded excitedly. He turned his head to look at her, face red and hair pink, she leaned down as he kissed her cheek, muttering a ‘goodnight normie’ and a small slap and a kiss back from her.

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“I’ll be in bed in ten minutes”

Fucking liar. It’s been more than 30 minutes now and she was deprived of her cuddles. She heard the noises coming from the other side of the room. This was a trick wasn’t it? A trick to get her to sleep in his bed while he played games for the rest of the night.

She huffed and tossed and turned in the bed. She was never able to properly sleep without holding something, and she was too tired to get up. An idea popped into her mind and she grinned evilly.

Taking one last deep inhale of the blue blankets, she shuffled to her feet with a small groan. Getting up was never easy. Thank god for those noise canceling headphones or else he would’ve heard her get up like a grandma.

Idia felt a chill run down his spine. He paused the game he was playing and turned his chair to face the person behind her. The girl’s tired eyes glared at the screen monitor and at him. Idia starts getting nervous.

“I-I’m sorry.. I promise I’ll be in bed after this match I swear-” he was cut off. He swore he combusted and died the moment she rested herself on his lap. Head on his chest, legs on the side of his stick like waist. Arms around his neck and curled up. What kind of dating sim special cutscene is this? His hair bursts into the most vibrant pink there is and he stutters out words before being promptly shut up by a kiss.

“Go play your games or whatever. I’ll be sleeping here.”

He’s died, ascended, combusted, etc etc. His heart is going doki doki on him. She can hear his heartbeat rapidly accelerating and decides to laugh. He muttered a ‘shut up’ and with shaky hands, he resumed his game.

A ‘You Died’ box appears on the screen. He cussed quietly. A few minutes ago he cussed out loudly and she let out an annoyed whine. It was cute, but he did apologize quickly.

A small fist hit his chest. He looked at the digital clock on his computer. 2:24 am. She mutters to him that he needs to sleep now.

“One more match, please my little Sugar Skull?” a soft kiss was planted on her head. She mustered out a noise that sounded very annoyed. He took that as a no.

“Last match, I promise.”

His voice was so soft. It wasn’t fair. She signed and before she could respond, the door busted open.

“Eeeh..? How come little Shrimpy went to Firefly Squid for cuddles..? He’s not even asleep..” The third member of their little squad has arrived. His hair was a mess and he was in his pjs. Shrimp plushie in hand and a very annoyed look on his face as he held up his phone.

“Little Shrimpy wouldn’t stop pestering me about you not sleeping, Firefly squid. She said if I somehow convinced you to sleep, I get to squeeze her aaaall I want for a week, and I’m not passing up on that!”

Idia scoffed. Of course she did. Floyd was like backup when the first defense (‘Shrimpy’) failed to defeat him.

“Of course she did.. I’ll be in bed when I’m done with this round-”

“Yeah but Firefly Squid said that ages ago~” The tall eel made his way around the boxes and books scattered throughout the floor skillfully and stood in front of the computer screens. A toothy grin was plastered on his face not long after kissing both Idia and the now sleeping girl’s heads. Idia scowled as he shifted to the right to see the screen.

“Move over, I can’t see..”

Floyd’s smile turned into a scowl. How dare he pay more attention to a stupid screen than him. He huffed and flopped himself onto the girl, adding more weight onto Idia.

“F-Floyd! Get off- you’re too heavy!”

“But why does Shrimpy get to sleep on yooou?”

“Because she’s lighter than you Floyd!”

Floyd pouted and huffed out a no, before sandwiching the poor girl between the two tall and lanky men. Idia strained his neck upward to get a good look at the monitors on his desk.

“Your character died a looong time ago… If Firefly Squid doesn’t cuddle and sleep with his partners then I’ll take shrimpy with me back Octavinelle and cuddle her myself.” Floyd says with a huff.

Idia panics for a moment before sputtering out his answer.

“I-I never said I wasn’t going to cuddle with her! I just said-”

“Yeah yeah whatever. Less talking, more sleeping.” Floyd grumbled tiredly. He was getting annoyed himself that his stubborn boyfriend refused to sleep with the two of them.

Both of them combined felt like a weighted blanket to Idia. It was warm and comfortable. He was with the people he loved the most and Ortho was on the other side of the room, recharging.

Tiredness crashed down on him like 50 ton anvils, and his eyes eventually closed. His arms wrapped around the two of them and he drifted off to sleep.

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“Uuuugh this sucks! My back hurts so much!” Floyd whines.

“That’s what you get for making me sleep on my gaming chair.” Idia snickers at both Floyd and his girlfriend. A smug look was plastered all over his face while the two glared at him.

[andthedaysthatnevercame]

Final part of the TenxMartha rewrite, episode 42.

If anyone wants to read the uncensored fic, let me know.

Anyways, let's go.

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Martha had to leave him in order to save the ship. Despite how her absence left him with an overwhelming sense of dread and pain, the Doctor knew she had to dump the fuel, it was the only way they would survive. She would save them all.

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The moment the Doctor felt the molten pain fade away from his chest and head, he knew, he knew Martha had succeeded.

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He could hear footsteps heading his way, and raised his head in direction of the sound just as Martha came running from the hallway.

She jumped into his arms the moment he was up, holding him tight against her. His hearts danced wildly in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, knowing her heart was beating just as strong. Martha was back, safe, and sound and happy.

He leaned back to check on her, on the radiant smile she dedicated to him and just him, on the sparkly dark brown eyes filled with so much joy; and dived for a kiss he thought would never happen again. His lips captured hers and pulled, swallowing her gasp with them. A hand slithered down to her hips while the other held on to her neck, pushing her as close to him as he could.

A new type of heat came to life in his chest, running up and down his body, causing groans to leave his mouth without him being able to stop it.

Martha couldn't keep herself from gasping whenever his lips pulled hers, licking them before softly bitting the lower one. She was melting from the inside out.

One of her legs came up to wrap around his hips just as he stumbled in his need, making the Doctor rush to press her against the wall so she wouldn't fall. The result was his hips thrusting into hers when they hit the wall, making them both break the kiss to let a moan out.

He needed her, she needed him, it was clear in her eyes. But, as he was about to dive in for another kiss, Scannell and Riley interrupted them with a fake cough.

Feeling strangely possessive, the Doctor tried to shield Martha with his body, thus making his hips press against her again, while he talked them into leaving for a few seconds.

Seeing Martha out of breath stroked his pride and hunger. Before parting, he gave her one soft but promising kiss.

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The Tardis was barely leaving the ship when the Doctor pounced on Martha, kissing her slowly while his hands reached for hers. He was calmer, gently stiring up the fire instead of letting it consume her.

His lips licked and pulled hers until she gave in and let his tongue invade her mouth, letting sighs escape her over and over. His hands traveled down again, holding onto her hips, aware of how Martha was starting to grind against him. But before he would let anything else happen, he had to be sure she was ready.

Are you okay?- He asked after breaking the kiss, looking deep into her eyes.

She nodded, breathless and needy.

Are you sure you want to?- His response came in the form of a deep-throat kiss that made his two hearts go ballistic- Got it.

With that, he gripped her tighs, pushing her up against him as he hurried to reach his room, her room, just any room he could find.

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When they're both spent, she's laying on top of his chest as the Doctor lays his head against the arm-rest, covered by his coat. She's still heaving and shivering, but he's cuddling her and whispering soft words into her ear until she's calm enough to breath properly.

He can't promise her anything. He can't promise this will continue forever, but as Martha falls asleep, he makes himself vow to let her know how much he has grown to love her, because he knows saying the words will just doom them in the end.

I LOVE YOU THE DOCTOR BEING POSSESSIVE OVER MARTHA.

like i get that the doctor’s always going to save his companion like it would be so fucked up if one of his companions was dying or something and he was just like whatever about it. but him yelling “i’ll save you” to martha makes me FERAL

42 hug, my beloved. ur so right they SHOULD have made out afterwards

[melto]

Ive been following you for years and I love seeing your hc/long posts even when I dont super know what they are about I just think you have such a fun/smart way of thinking about things. I miss it you should start doing it again…So uh what are your favorite hcs about this ENGR crew?

ough this is such a sweet ask thank u i love u im glad u enjoy them wwhjkhsglrkjgfdl

hmm.....favorites for them....i have so many i think about them like 24/7. let me say this first: korn is a trans man to me and chang uses any pronouns (hot girl at a bar hitting on him really changed him i see it clearly). also mo is 5'6 and korn is just barely taller and never lets mo forget. just for some little things i feel very strong abt<3 but anywayss

pat mindlessly plays with his friend's hair mindlessly. like specifically braids it. he used to do it all the time for pa and he doesnt even notice at first that he's doing it until like one time he's ranting to korn and he tugs a little too hard and korn shouts but never tells pat to stop or anything. just does it all the time and they looovveee it and if they all have pat gifted braids in their hair at the same time they r so annoying about it. they just go around with matching hair and pat gets sooo embarrassed bc they wont shut up about how their bestie did it for them literally if you even glance in their direction they will tell you

engr besties cuddling...they are so obviously just an overly touchy group they've always got an arm around shoulders or hand on the back, half sitting in laps and all the like. no concept of personal space in that friend group!!! they like to be close to each other!! and they get fake jealous if they get left out of the affection which is how 50% of the time they find themselves in a cuddle pile, the other half is intentional/just kinda happens bc they drift together. korn is 100% someone who likes to hold people he's always wrapped around one or multiple of them. mo likes to spread out and it works well bc he's the smallest. chang likes to nestle up. like curl into people's laps or lay his head there or on a shoulder. pat's pretty fine with any arrangement he just likes being able to touch everyone in some way like korn wrapped around him, mo's legs in his lap, and a hand stretched all the way over so he can touch chang's arm. he does start to like get all >:( if anyone tries to like spoon him after he and pran start dating bc it simply never feels as nice so it makes him irritated. korn and pat are kinda chronic overheaters, korn gets whiney about it but pat doesnt notice its just everyone else's problem. chang runs super cold and mo is just normal. he's fine and normal in this department. they dont usually use blankets though bc they will fucking die then. esp if they are squeezed tight. they are convinced they can all fit anywhere until it blows up in their faces. pat lovveess playing with his friends' hair and hands and they all love when he does. mo falls asleep super easy when he gets cozy. korn thinks its funny to just randomly shake them around sometimes or just full on start trying to get everyone to wrestle with him with only works like 40% of the time. chang, surprisingly, is the one who talks the most like sometimes its just a normal hangout session so they are all just having normal conversations but on the days where its like more sleepy/quiet chang just kinda fills up the space by like monologuing about something he found interesting recently or whatever. they also have like a very specific way of holding each other when one of them needs some Serious comfort. it varies per person, like after the (fake) break up, korn and chang would glue to pat's sides and mo would lay across their laps and hold one of pat's hands and they'd usually watch something or pat would feel safe enough to vent. but yeah they all have a special comfort cuddle setup...they love each other soooooo much that it's embarrassing. and oh my god? pran is not safe? they walk in and see him and pat cuddling and they just fucking leap onto that couch and snuggle in best they can everyone wants to be close to pran bc he's their special guy! and he gives very good rubs and sometimes gives their heads a little kiss (which they all do to each other but its different bc again! its pran!) and pran feels so nice and loved but he cannot last very long bc it gets so hot so fast and he does not enjoy being sweat on by multiple people for more than maybe 45 minutes. sometimes inkpa join. pa's a lot more used to it and has a higher tolerance but both would much rather just be cuddling each other. with them it is just like a prolonged group hug basically, korn once got a black eye trying to keep ink in longer and she hit him in the struggle. they love each other (:

pa gets sooo many brothers. like she has pat and pran but she also get korn mo and chang and they all love her soooo much (society if i finish my fic abt this>)

ive talked about it before (mostly in reference to korn and pat's relationship) but i think the engr crew has an interesting relationship with violence and anger. pran being the catalyst in the change in it since it allows pat to become further removed from those things which leads to the other 3 to do so as well. i have a lot to say.

chang breaks him arm and the next day mo shows up with his broken too so korn and pat are like dude what the fuck happened and mo is just like oh i didnt want chang to feel weird being the only one ): the only reason korn and pat dont do the same is bc pran stops them. korn mo and chang were having a really hard time when pat got shot bc they could not easily recreate it for themselves to share his pain

korn mo and chang love pran so fucking much not an ounce of this is just out bestie's bf in them pran is THEIR special guy!

silly little group of bisexuals<3

months after the (fake) breakup starts to die down pat’s out at a bar with his buddies and chang just is like “this was pran’s favorite appetizer here” and then both he and mo just start drunkenly bawling about how much they miss pran leaving pat and korn to comfort them

korn mo and chang take that fake break up SOO hard. korn at least knows its fake but he still doesnt get to see his guy as much as he wants now but mo and chang? Devastated. oh i have so much to say i have many visions that make me so ]: (society if i finished this fic lol>)

they have secret handshakes

they like to tease pat for how down bad he is and force him to share his bf. pat's out there acting like a chauffeur bc they make pran squeeze in the back with them. shouldnt have gotten such an epic bf if he didnt want to deal with the consequences

Simply they love each other so much and are so supportive and learn to navigate newfound vulnerability with each other which allows them to just continue to grow closer and into the people they actually want to be<3