#i get extremely bothered whenever other people touch me because their skin feels disgusting to the point it infuriates me

[annihilatius]

Ppl be like "cringe culture is dead! Do whatever you want that makes you happy as long as it doesn't hurt anyone!" And then proceed to make fun of autistic people stimming in a way that's not the most stereotypical or common form of stimming simply because "it's weird" even though they could just look away and it wouldn't be a problem anymore

[anime-academix]

Scars

Headcanon

Characters: Midoriya, Todoroki, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Dabi

Midoriya:

You know how hard he trains to become the number one hero and you’re his number one supporter!

But because of that, he usually ends up hurt as a result

You’ve lectured him several times that he needs to be more careful when training

He tries, he truly does, but he gets so into becoming stronger, a lot of the times he slips up

Whenever you’re made aware that he’s injured and in the infirmary, you almost always see a new scar forming on his body

Everytime he sees you, he can’t help but be ashamed of himself for getting himself hurt yet again

He gets kind of insecure of all the scars he’s accumulated over his time at UA already

It happens when you two are hanging out--after a major injury on his arm from the fight at the training camp--that you see the sleeve covering his right arm

You can’t help but trace the sleeve on his arm

He takes notice to where your eyes are and shifts uncomfortably, holding his arm with his opposite hand as he looks down

“Can I see it?” You question and he’s taken aback.

He hesitantly nods and lifts his arms up ever so slightly toward you.

Delicately, you pull off the sleeve only to reveal a huge scar, purple in colour, starting from the top of his shoulder to the bottom of his elbow

He will be on the verge of tears because he thinks his scars are ugly

You’ll put his hand in yours and plant kisses on the huge scar gently and work your way around to kiss the other scars on his arms

This boy will straight up start crying, which may even lead you to tear up a bit

You’ll ask him why he’s crying and attempt to wipe away a few of his tears

“My scars are so hideous...and I j-just have so many of them and--”

“Izu, listen to me. Sure, I don’t like the fact that you have scars because it’s a reminder of how much you get hurt. But that doesn’t mean they're hideous. They’re beautiful. Yeah, it’s a reminder of pain, but it’s an even bigger reminder of your strength and bravery. And I am so proud of how far you’ve come. I know I can’t heal them like Recovery Girl, but I will kiss every single one of them everyday if I have to. I love them and I love you.”

Hugs the life out of you while crying into your chest, repeatedly telling you how much he loves you

Todoroki:

Ever since you and Todoroki started dating, you knew he was insecure about the scar on his face

He’s only insecure about it because of the memory attached to the scar and it brings him great pain

You were the only person he could trust enough to talk about his past and this insecurity

Whenever the two of you are together, you can’t help but occasionally steal glances at it

You don't stare at it in disgust, it reminds you of the stories he’s told you of his past and you can’t help but feel a slight pain in your heart when you think of everything he’s gone through but also awe at how much strength and courage he has

He’s truly brilliant

He catches you staring at him

“What're you thinking about?”

He will immediately catch on that you’re looking at his scar and will subtly look away

“You...Shouto, will you look at me?”

He’s taken aback but hesitantly turns to you, exposing his scar again

“Can I touch it? Your scar?”

Doesn’t know how to respond to this unexpected question but nods his head slightly.

Trusts you with his whole entire heart

Your hand cups the side of his face as your thumb softly caresses the bottom of his scar

Instantly melts into your soft hand, finds comfort in your touch

Eventually you’ll find yourself sitting on his lap with his arms wrapped around you and your hand cupping his face

“You’re beautiful.”

A small smile appears on his lips as he looks up at you

“And your scar is beautiful” You added, pressing a soft kiss on his scar

The kiss will cause his cheeks to heat up which leads him to hug you tightly, his head against your chest.

“Thank you...I love you.”

“I love you too, Shouto.”

Aizawa:

It doesn’t bother him that much that he has an obvious scar under his right eye so he doesn’t think about it too much

He doesn’t think about it until he’s with you

But, it’s not a bad thing at all!

You’re a very affectionate person, especially when the two of you are alone

So when he comes home from doing hero work and/or teaching, he can almost always expect to come back to cuddles and kisses

It happens when the two of you are cuddling that you’re pressing kisses on him but stop when you get to his scar

Aizawa LOVES when you kiss his scar

No matter how many times you do, each time is always so special

You’ll trace his scar with the pads of your fingertips while his arms rest lazily around you

Your soft caresses are honestly enough to make him drowsy as his eyes close

You run your other hand through his long black hair, humming softly

A few soft kisses are placed on his scar

That’ll earn you a small smile from him as he opens his eyes

Will begin peppering soft kisses around your neck which will cause you to move your other hand and place it in his hair

He’ll remove his lips from your neck before passionately pressing them against your own lips

A hum of satisfaction will be heard from the two of you

You both adore these moments with each other. When the two of you are close, intimate, vulnerable but in each other’s arms. The moments where you both give and receive confirmation that you love and adore every single part of each other

Shigaraki:

Extremely shy when it comes to physical intimacy/affection

You're almost always the one to initiate it

Because you’re immune to his quirk, it’s a relief to him that he can touch you without having to worry about you turning into dust in his hands--that is WHEN he decides to be bold enough to touch you

Didn’t really care about his scars until you came into his life and he became self conscious about it

He honestly thought you’d think his scars were ugly so he would try to avoid moments of vulnerability with you

But you though the complete opposite

You can honestly see right through him

Happens when he gets severely injured after a failed mission that you have to patch him up

Kurogiri will bring him to your room where he’s in pretty bad shape

When it’s just the two of you, he’ll remove all of the hands from his body

Despite his injuries, he’s INSANELY nervous to be this vulnerable around you

No matter how many times you’ve seen him without the hands, he still gets anxious

Freaks out a little when you sit beside him to tend to his wounds

Becomes even more self conscious showing the scars on his face, especially the ones on his lips. He will shake his hair slightly to cover his face

At this point, you’re a little fed up with your own boyfriend avoiding you constantly

“Tenko…will you please look at me?”

The use of his real name will catch him COMPLETELY off guard 

Can’t help but turn to look at you, his head slightly tilted down

You’ll cup his face in your hands

“Will you stop hiding from me?”

“I have to...I need to.”

“No you don’t. Why are you saying that?”

“Because...I’m...not...I’m not attractive enough for you.”

“What? That’s bullshit. Why would you think that, my love? You’re beautiful, even more than that.”

Stares up at you, would honestly want to cry right then and there at your words

He was always so used to people calling him horrifying because of his skin and scars, therefore he became disinterested at what others thought of his looks because it was always the same. That is, until he met you

You’ll kiss the scar above and below his lips softly. You’ll brush the hair out of his face and place soft kisses on his cheek and below his eye

He didn’t mean for it to happen, but he’ll actually start crying. He will wrap his arms around your waist softly, moving his head to rest on your shoulder.

You'll wrap your arms around him, running your fingers through his hair softly as he sobs quietly

“Shh...I’m here. You’re safe.”

It was then he would know that no matter how many scars he had, you would love him and all of his imperfections

He would genuinely feel loved by you, a feeling he was not familiar with

Dabi:

I mean, Dabi’s scars are more than quite obvious (due to...A+ parenting, thank Endeavour!)

He honestly tries to act all tough, like his scars don’t bother him and pays no attention to it

Happens when he exits the bathroom from showering, shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants

He won’t say it aloud but you’ve observed that he’s more comfortable showing the entirety of his scars around you

You’ll wrap your arms around him from behind and begin kissing his scarred shoulder

Will genuinely think that you’re just being a little frisky, but that thought will be put to bed when you whisper that you think he’s beautiful

This will catch him entirely off guard

He’s never been called beautiful before

Turns around and looks down at you with soft eyes

“What are you talking about?” Will honestly try to laugh it off and pretend like it doesn’t mean everything to him that you just told him that

But you can read him almost too well so you know that actually has an affect on him

You’ll smile and gently cup the side of his face

You won’t say anything but kiss the scars on his face

He’ll roll his eyes, but you both know that he secretly loves your touches on his scars

[nakunakunomi]

Hey there! I've been waiting for a while for your requests to be open and I just realized I didn't even think of a request for your reopening thing cause I was distracted by your other posts (Some of the best works of art, my friend). Could I request headcanons of Eustass and Zoro trying to help their s/o who's preg with their kid? I feel like these two would be the most confused, meaning the most entertaining to watch them figure things out along the way

Hi anon! Thank you for your kind words!! I definitely agree that these two would be amongst the most chaotic ones to become a dad! I hope you enjoy these!

Reacting to Pregnancy HC - Kid, Zoro 

warning for pregnancy, and things that come along with that. Slight angst sprinkled in, overall happy. 

Kid 

Kid did not see this coming. Well, he’s not stupid, he obviously knows where children come from. But he did not expect for it to happen to him. He’s never even thought about having children, and he still feels way too young for it. 

He doesn’t want a kid. And that’s his very first reaction. It scares you a little, because well, you were terrified to tell him in the first place, and him going from complete silence to a fit of anger of how you (and he) could be so stupid to let that happen, was enough to make you feel downright miserable. 

It's Killer that is there to comfort you first, promising he'll kick some sense into his captain, reassuring you it was just a knee jerk reaction. Kid doesn't know fear and reacts to it with anger. 

It takes him a good few days to come around though. Days that he's locked himself in his workplace, only coming out for food and bark orders. He won't even come sleep in the bed you share. It feels empty and you feel terrible. You spend most of those first days crying. 

When he finally comes around, it's not with an apology, that's not his style. He just kind of barges into the room, where you are lying on the bed, overthinking your whole situation for the umptieth time.

"What do you need me to do?" 

It's blunt, it's short. No hello's, no apologies. But still, a rare vulnerable moment in which he admits he has no idea what to do and asks for guidance. 

You explain that it's gonna be nothing much the first few months, you are lucky enough to not experience any morning sickness, and the other pains and discomforts are things that are nothing compared to what you've already gone through being a pirate.

First weeks are spent teaching Kid what is going to happen with some books you stole from the library the first next island you dock on. Kid is positively grossed out by all the graphs of how your organs are going to have to make way and how your skin is gonna stretch. He is very vocal about it, but not necessarily disrespectful, and he does stick around for it all, many times wondering out loud why the hell people go through that whole ordeal just to have a mini-them. Disgusting. 

As you start showing more, he gets noticeably more protective of you. He was already possessive and protective, but it's reached a whole new level now and he's not even denying it. Actively telling people to back off, having you in his sights 24/7, nearly almost touching you in some way or another. 

When your due date is nearing, he’s completely abandoned plans to set course to an island with good doctors, like hell he’s gonna let you go into labor on the ship. 

He’s insanely nervous. Besides you and Killer, no one has to ask him anything or bother him in any way, he’ll rip their heads off if they even remark something about his current state of mind. 

When it’s happening, he’s not sure whether he wants to run away, be there, punch a wall, murder a civilian, or just hold you close so you could stop screaming because you seem to be in so much pain. (And well, he’s seen the pictures in the books you ‘borrowed’, he’d be in pain too)

When the baby is there, he’s completely silent. A rare sight to have Eustass Kid completely speechless and dumbfounded as he holds the tiniest, most vulnerable creature he’s ever met right there in his arms and makes up his mind. He’ll protect them with his life.  

Zoro 

You know he is completely shocked by the news when he doesn’t say a thing, just walks away and straight up goes to Sanji for advice. 

You’re not really upset by the response, but not really sure what to think either. You give him the time and space necessary to work through it but it is needless to say that within a matter of hours, the whole crew knows about it.

Which is not a bad thing, they’re insanely supportive, and all work together to stomp some sense into your green-haired boyfriend, who was never not a speech waterfall to begin with, but has now been completely silent after the initial confusion and going straight to Sanji about it. 

When the initial shock wears off, panic sets in. He is completely helpless. Wants to spend time with you, all the time, asking you all the questions. What is he supposed to do? How can he help? Can you walk? Are you in pain? Do you need more food? 

He’s a bit of a mess and you need to calm him down a little. You explain whatever you know, and whatever you don’t know, are things that chopper can help explain. 

For some reason, it helps Zoro a lot to just listen to you and Chopper explain what to do, and he does not remember everything, but he will surely do his best. He wasn’t prepared, but he’s not gonna deny responsibility and will definitely do his best up to catch up to all the information as fast as possible.  

He starts to treat you as if you were made from glass. Literally carrying you around everywhere, even if you insist you can perfectly walk by yourself. 

He doesn’t allow you to go out without supervision, preferably his supervision. 

Oh, and he’s bothering Sanji all the time to ensure you have whatever food or drinks you need to ensure you’re happy and healthy. Luckily Sanji is more than happy to provide for you, but there are a couple of arguments about Zoro bossing him around.

Chopper helps you prepare and whenever you are scared about the whole ordeal, the whole crew is there to comfort you. 

The closer you get to the due date, the more nervous Zoro becomes. He misses training sessions, barely leaves your side, and even the slightest groan or grimace from you he asks if it’s gonna happen. 

If you weren’t feeling so uncomfortable, you’d think it is absolutely hilarious. 

You try to distract him thinking about names together, fantasizing about what it would be like to raise a kid, focussing on the positives, but gently preparing him for the negatives too. 

When the moment is finally there, there is absolute chaos, but strangely enough, Zoro himself is extremely calm. As if he’s preparing for the hardest battle of his life. 

He’s incredibly calm and reassuring and it helps everything to go that more smoothly

The moment the baby is there, he has to go for a little walk before reuniting with the two of you - thank god he stays on the Sunny for that so you don’t have to go look for him after said walk - 

His eyes are a little red when he returns, but you’re too tired to even make a remark on it You’re happy he is there.

[cautionworks]

Okay, so I wanted to write some NSFW Headcanons for Hisoka. All of these headcanons I said are purely based on my interpretation. I have read some other Hisoka headcanons before but I forgot about them a while ago. Plus I know nothing about actual sex. So I'll have fun writing this. Here we go lol.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

It depends on who's he with. If it was just a one-night stand he won't attempt to be comforting or try to care about the other party. The most He'll do is clean himself and nothing more. If he had a "significant other" that's a different story. He would cuddle the hell out of you. I imagine him as a clingy person (Which I hate). Once he's finished he just wants to fall asleep with you under his arms. He finds it relaxing to have your back against his chest. Especially when it's soft.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

The back. I do not know why but I have the feeling that he would like a person's back. Especially if the person has slightly defined back muscles. Something about a person's back seems so vulnerable to Hisoka that he leans towards it whenever he’s behind someone he finds attractive. It's part of the reason why he likes to be behind people. Because he feels it's the most vulnerable place and he won't hesitate to take advantage of it when it comes to his enemies. Seriously don’t have this man around women with shirts that expose the backside. Or bikinis. He will not stop staring. Now I think about it I think he’ll like a virgin sweater.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

Hisoka will eat it/swallow it. He's no stranger when it comes to being nude in his abode. So him being in his natural self, he won't hesitate to taste his own or his partner's bodily fluid. (Not pee you weirdos).

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hisoka is a secretive man. It's literally what his name means. When asked direct questions he'll find a way to dodge them without seeming suspicious. And he's a liar. But when it comes to the bedroom. It's another side of him. He's not so secretive about it. It's just no one asks him about it and so he never felt the need to mention it. But when he did he will say it all. This man has done very risque things in his life. He once fucked a girl in an office building right after he killed her boss. There’s was a huge gathering of people including the girl's boyfriend. And he did it in one of those rooms where there's a glass that's see-through on one side and the other is not. Which the boyfriend happened to be there. You can guess which side he did it on. In the end, that girl was left with the time of life of her life and the loss of her partner and her job.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Extremely experienced. I'm sorry I'm a firm believer that Hisoka got laid many times by various women and men. If he's so strategic and calculated in fighting people then it's no surprise that he has skills in the bedroom. Plus he needs the release. I can't imagine how bored and frustrated he is when he can't kill anyone or there are no strong opponents. So it's understandable that he looks for partners to ease his stress. If there's nobody available at the moment. Then he will do what any man would do. Le master debate.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Again this one depends on who's he with. If he just with one of his late-night booty calls he would do the normal doggy style. If he's with someone he's heavily interested in. He will do all sorts of positions. His favorite position is where he can always see your face. Because one he wants to know if he's doing a good job. Two. He likes to watch your face morph into different facial expressions as he touches you in different ways.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He can be hella silly sometimes. If he's having sex with you for a while he will feel comfortable being playful. Of course, he can be serious if he needs to. But that rarely ever happens. The only times he would get serious if he was actively trying to get you pregnant for whatever reason. Which is not an issue. He uses bungee gum. It contains rubber and gum. Free condoms everyone. (Lol)

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Oh hell yeah the carpet matched the drapes! You were surprised that it was the same hair color as his hair. You were so in disbelief that you considered that he just dyed it. Which was not the case. Let's just say Hisoka likes to keep things short. Normally you would find it to be shaved. Yet, sometimes he'll leave some hair to grow. A little hair never really bothered him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

*sigh* This one depends. Ima skip this one because Hisoka is not romantic. Just kidding. Because I think he would be good in the bedroom, I think he CAN be a romantic partner. Romantic how? I don’t know he can be that’s all there’s to it. (Talk about laziness)

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He does it more often than the average person. Like I said in my (E = Experience) Hisoka would do it if there’s nobody available at the moment. What I didn’t say is where and when he would do it. He’ll do it anywhere. This man has no shame. He will do it in a church, public bathroom, or hospital bed. Inside or out. It did not matter to him. Unless if it was raining. That would be his own little rule but he breaks it all the time. For some reason, many opportunities for sex happened to be on rainy days. When? He’ll do it even when he has a mission to do with Illumi. If he’s in the middle of a job and He's in horni mode. He’ll find a way to release without anyone knowing. He could do it right in front of a person without them knowing. Sometimes he just stands there with an orgasmic face on. The only way he’s able to masturbate in public is because he is using bungee gum. I know for a fact he’s use’s this ability in his sexual encounters with people especially for himself. This man could just stand there and you wouldn’t know if he was just being weird or he’s just doing it again.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

KINK SHAMING IS HIS KINK! I’m just kidding. Without a doubt, Hisoka would have one or two kinks. Bondage. Bondage. Bondage. As boring and well known this kink is. It makes sense at least to me it does. Hisoka bungee gum ability can grab, stick or even trap a person. So he finds pleasure in watching his partner's skin be wrapped in his bungee gum. He has so much control over it. How tight it can be. How rubbery or gummy it can be depending on the situation.Another thing I’d like to say. Hisoka is A SADIST AND MASOCHIST. He likes giving and receiving pain. That’s just how it is.

L = Location (Favorite places to do they do)

Anywhere that has a good spot to fuck you against something. Any surface that he can place you on. But if he were to have a “favorite place” it would be in places that are morally wrong to do or somewhere exciting like a carnival/circus. Hisoka hasn’t set limits to himself so usually, it's his partner that sets the boundaries.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If he sees you in revealing clothing (Especially if your back is completely exposed) his wood is rising. You could just be lying on your stomach on the couch, scrolling on the phone. If you’re wearing a bra or nothing on and Hisoka happens to be there. There’s no doubt he'll find ways to lay his hands on you. It's not just the back that could turn him on. THIGHS AND HAMSTRINGS will have the man going. In particular, he likes it when it's Thicc/meaty. My man likes dem Thicc thighs. (Lol)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

This one is only one of my most important headcanons ever. And I won’t accept anything other than this. Rape/Noncon. Hisoka does not find any joy in forcing himself on his partners. It’s not fun for him if his partner isn’t enjoying it either. The biggest turn-off for him would have to be anything related to bodily wastes like pee or poo.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Oh, he likes receiving it more than giving it. But that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy giving his significant other pleasure too. I would say his skill level is pretty good. Let’s just say when he does it, it's more than enough to please his partner. When he receives it expect lots of hair pulling and heavy groans.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fuck! It depends on his mood. Normally he likes to do it slow and sensual. But on a bad day, he does it rough and fast. A Good example of this was after Chrollo told him he can not use nen. Hisoka kept his emotions to himself. The only face he allowed himself to show was his normal displeased face. But inside he’s pissed. Once he leaves the troupe he heads back to his partner's place and sleeps with them. At least he released his frustration without killing anyone. (Omg Imagine fucking Hisoka was the leading cause of people still alive) Other than that he just aggressively masturbates.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

*Deep inhaling* Hisoka IS THE KING OF QUICKIES. He’s a master at it. While he’s patient for riping fruits he rarely has patience for sexual activities. He's on the go constantly. If he finds someone that catches his eye he’ll go after them. So a nice quickie is great and all but it doesn’t entirely satisfy him. Because it doesn’t satisfy him overall, a proper well spent “shagging” (This will be the first and last time I’ll ever write “Shagging”) He’s happy. Just happy that he can give his all. Which he can not do often.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absolutely! Hisoka has his life on gamble all the time. Whether it may be life-threatening or a simple card game. Risking taking is his character. Even if it's too crazy. He’ll do it anyway. He's an exhibitionist for sure. He’ll let people watch as long no one touches his partner.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

To my knowledge. IRL men need a break after sex. In the show, Hisoka was able to clear the hunter's exam easily. So we know Hisoka has a lot of endurance than the average human. He’s stronger and faster. So that means Hisoka will not get tired after one round of sex. I think he can go at least 10 rounds. Of course, Hisoka would get tired at some point. He’s still human. Hisoka just has a lot of stamina. And that’s a fact.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yall are probably gonna hate me for this but Hisoka doesn’t own toys. If his partner wants it during their time together, he will not hesitate to get it/use it. He doesn’t feel the need to use it since he’s very confident in his ability to please his partner without the use of toys. For himself? if wants something inside him then he’ll just look for a guy that’s decent for his standards. But that doesn’t stop him from using a dildo/vibrator for himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hisoka is a sadistic devil. He can be cruel sometimes. One time he had this girl close to climax and he stopped in the middle of it. Or He would cause arousal to his partner and pretend it was all an accident. He’s a huge teaser. He likes to watch his partner be in ecstasy and switch to fits of anger.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s a fucking whale. (LMAO) He’s the reason why kids know what moans sound like. He’s hella vocal in his private moments. He so loud that almost every troupe member recognizes his moans every time they hear them. But that doesn’t mean he can’t be quiet. Contrary to popular belief, Hisoka can be dead silent when he needs to be. He can be quiet as a mouse. Even quieter than the mouse. Now, what does he sound like? Well, we all heard his moans his fights. But I think it's different. I think his moans in fights are different while masturbating/sex. Just a slight difference. His moans would be more intense and he's a heavy breather. His tone of moans is a bit feminine with a tint of masculinity. He has the best of both worlds.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He likes to have pictures of you. Like a lot. He has a private gallery full of pictures of you on his phone. That’s why this time he actually takes care of his phone. He’s prone to get his phone destroyed in his missions. So he’s much careful with it now. These pictures can range from cute photos of you and him together to butt naked pics of you not looking.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)

Now you horny Hisoka Simps think he has a 12-inch dick but I don’t think that’s the case. (I mean come on) I know there are Chinese HxH fans who took the time to measure his length by looking at manga panels. Based on what I found. Hisoka is 5 inches long (aroused) and 6 inch Inches long (aroused). To make him above “Average”. He is 6 inches long (aroused) and 7 inches Inches long (aroused). Beyond that I don’t know how a female or male have can have a size like that fit in them. Or maybe I’m not educated enough on this topic. I don’t know and I don’t care.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very High. A lot of people who write Hisoka smut fics tend to make him a horny bastard. For me, I think that is the case. But my reasons are different. As I said in my E = Experience. Hisoka would look for partners to ease his stress. His obsession with finding/fighting strong opponents takes a toll on his mental and physical state. So once he can't think of another outlet for his tremendous amounts of energy, he'll use it to please himself with different partners.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

I'm going to say that depends on the person. If he only did 2-3 rounds of sex with an average person he's not going to fall asleep easily. Eventually, he will. Due to being bored and little tiredness. If he were to do it with a skilled nen user like Machi. He would get tired a lot more.

Oh woah that took forever to write! Let me just say it again this is purely my own headcanons. The questions are not mine only my answers. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

[cuinnamonbun]

The brothers being accidentally in love with the Muslim even though they can’t be with them... would they lowkey convince the MC or would they sulk lol

(Say if it goes for both ways, MC is a hopeless romantic lowkey lmao)

OOF. So much angst. This one is a real brain teaser, I had to read SOO many tragedy poetry and fics to get the feeling so excuse the sentimental writing LMAO. A bit of warning though, I feel as though the brothers are OOC in this which is seriously messing me up, but I didn’t want to leave you bare-handed!

I feel like this HC requires a bit of context in order for people to understand why I wrote the brothers’ reactions the way I did. So I’d like to iterate the fact that I, too, am a hopeless romantic and I definitely believe love can change even the most difficult man. I’ve always had this HC in the Obey Me! universe that every creature is fallible and that the brothers, once fallen, are now much more vulnerable to these new emotions than when they were angels since they’re no longer bound to the service of God y’know? 

So with that in mind, onwards to the HC!!

p/s: I’ll post the little brothers’ reactions soon, hope you liked this :)

How the Brothers React to Accidentally Falling in Love with a Devout Muslim MC (Big Brothers)

Lucifer

At first, this man will pursue MC for not-so-wholesome gains (cough corruption kink cough). Lucifer is a very decisive man. He knows what he wants and unashamedly goes after it and he will stop at nothing until it’s rightfully his

But in his pursuit, I could see him actually, really, really falling in love with MC

It’s their pure, kind soul that attracted him initially as with all the other demons, but the more time he spends with them, the more he gets sucked in until all he wants and craves is MC

It’s almost heart-warming if not a bit concerning

However in his chase for MC’s affection, Lucifer would forget one crucial detail: MC is a Muslim, one whom is devout especially now having seen angels, demons and hell right in front of their eyes and when he accidentally witnessed them praying, he will just shut down and instantly remember that they are not meant to be

To put it simply, it’s illogical for them to even be together

When the realisation dawns on him, he immediately turns a full 180 and become a massive dick to MC, even borderline cruel that shocks the brothers

If MC confessed their love to him, Lucifer’s heart would soar in happiness, but his pure, unadulterated love for them would force him to push them away and tell them that he doesn’t reciprocate their feelings

But I could also see his Pride taking factor into this.

A prideful demon such as he, who willingly defied God and fell from Heaven, he would absolutely REFUSE to have his partner so dedicated to God. 

It won’t sit well in him at all and it will absolutely leave a bad taste in his mouth

But this doesn’t change the fact that he’s still in love with them, a fact which he DESPISES and is DISGUSTED by

When they left the Devildom, Lucifer would do what Lucifer does best: repress his feelings. That, or take it out on Mammon lol

But seriously though, he would need an outlet for his anger, heartbreak and yearning and he would most definitely drown himself in work or by punishing his brothers.

He can pretend all he wants that he’s fine, but Lucifer’s cues are pretty easy to read especially since MC has managed to get the demon brothers’ to bond with and understand each other deeper beyond surface level (a miraculous feat, kudos to our MC), the others can definitely tell that there’s some serious repression going on

But Lucifer gets very snippy whenever the brothers try to help him with it, which irritates the HELL out of them and they would be too annoyed with him to even bother helping him now 

Now that his pride has driven away both the very person whom he loves and his brothers, Lucifer will become even more withdrawn and far, far lonelier than he was before MC came into their lives

Sometimes, he curses the circumstances that led them to him, even if they were the best thing that ever happened to his family

Yeah, heartbroken!Lucifer is just ;((( (Alexa play bitches broken hearts by miss billie eilish)

Mammon

This man is a capital S simp.

Mammon gets attracted to anything shiny/pretty REALLY easily (after all, it’s one of the main reasons why his symbolic animal is a crow) so him being attracted to MC at first didn’t really come as a surprise

I think he knows the difference between finding someone attractive and actually being in love with them despite having never even fallen in love before

He’s lived for centuries and plus, his own sister loved a human, he’s certain he has never felt that for anyone before

Him realising that he’s in love with MC would definitely come as a shock to him though. This tsundere can deny it all he wants, but he can’t deny the fact that MC’s mere presence alone gives him serenity and cardiac arrest at the same time

His initial reaction when he comes to terms with it would definitely be to flee and avoid MC like they’re the plague. But this man pines and when he does, his sin will flare up and MC will find themselves with a very clingy Avatar of Greed by their side

To Mammon, being in love is the equivalent of stepping outside of your home for the first time in weeks and feeling the gentle warmth of the Sun caressing your skin

He is gentler, more compassionate, and more attune to MC’s feelings. He definitely places them above Goldie because they are his most prized possession, the keeper of his heart, the rarest jewel and like everything he treasures, he takes extremely good care of them. But he would NEVERRR let MC or his brothers EVER know about that (sike, everyone knows it, he’s so soft for them it’s so obvious. They find it endearing though)

Which is why when he remembers that they’re Muslim and that they worship God, the very deity he curses and rebel daily against, his heart would break

He isn’t stupid (well, not all the time), he’s lived in the Celestial Realm before. He has seen the humans who reside there once they pass their mortal life. They were infinitely exuberant compared to the ones who were condemned to a lifetime of punishment in the Devildom for their sins

And he could never doom them like that, it would hurt him to see his love miserable and depressed down in the Devildom even if he would want nothing more than for them to be together forever

So, he would bottle up his feelings and try his best to live in the present and enjoy what little time he has with them, even though he felt like that entire year passed by in a flash (which, in demon years, is most definitely like the blink of an eye)

If MC reciprocates his feelings, I can picture him being so, so joyful about that fact, but he knew that their romance is a tragedy right from the beginning. He is a fallen angel, he can’t change his nature and he has transgressed against God in the worst possible way; by swearing eternal enmity towards Him.

I can’t picture him getting over them, even after they’ve passed and are thriving in the Celestial Realm

omg I'm gonna sob Alexa play Smile by Juice WRLD

Leviathan

We all know that Levi thinks of MC as his Henry, his number one best friend

And he’s right. There were no instances of their hangouts being anything more than platonic

When he first started falling for MC, he’d deny it like Mammon did

Him? In love with his best friend? Preposterous.

Eventually he’ll come to realise it though because they were probably watching hilarious videos on the Internet (cough Buzzfeed Unsolved cough) and Levi was so distracted because he was just staring at MC laughing suuuper hard at the video in pure awe. Like his lil demon heart just went doki doki

Pure joy is so beautiful on people and seeing it on MC?? They were  pulchritudinous

But even after coming to terms with it though, Levi becomes SUUUUPER shy and embarrassed about that fact that for the first few days, he avoided them because he couldn’t compose himself in their presence

Eventually our beautiful demon of envy will snap out of it by MC cornering him and tearfully telling him that they miss his company 

So now they spend even more time together and Levi will slowly become more confident around MC

This means soft, shy touches turn into ‘accidental’ brushes against them then to full lingering touches until finally, he becomes confident enough to throw his arms around them in a hug

Unfortunately, depending on the gender identity of MC, this may not fly all that well

In Islam, contact between opposite sexes whom you have no familial relation to/are not married to is considered a sin (I can elaborate in another post if anyone is interested in it though) and MC will have to politely turn him down, but this doesn’t mean that they hate him. It’s far, far from that

They have to be gentle in their explanation to Leviathan. This man’s self esteem is so low that if MC were to ever recoil from his touch, it would send him into a shame spiral and self deprecating thoughts that is much, much worse than before

So MC will have to remind him that they are Muslim, that they are bound to the services and will of God.

This reminder will destroy him though and his sin will absolutely consume him

He would become so, so envious of God that someone as amazing and wonderful as his MC is so dedicated to Him, and in his envy, comes wrath.

Though his wrath is not as potent as Satan’s, it is enough for him to act irrationally and ruin his friendship with MC

He just couldn’t stand to be around them because all he wanted to do is to hold them, kiss them and love them and his envy for them will become too much that he will start to breakdown because of it

I do picture him being a yandere though with his being the Avatar of Envy. If MC returns his feelings, it might be best that they keep it to themselves and not make it known because this man WILL latch on to them and never let them go

He would absolutely turn them against God if it meant he gets to be with them for eternity even after they die

[levbug]

𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄— 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤.

#pairing ー akaashi keiji x royal! gender neutral! reader

#warnings ー royalty au! a few curses here and there. also a mentioning of being locked up, not getting fed enough, arranged marriage (its the plot do beware), marriage to men older than 50 to a younger person, death of natural causes

#wc ー 2.2k

you lay on the grass with akaashi, enjoying the view of the stars above you. it had been months since you two have done this, and you could never tell when the next time would be, so you just savoured the rare calmness you only felt when you were with the boy.

as each day passed and your arranged wedding was nearing, you and akaashi found yourselves getting busier and not having enough time to spend with each other. it broke both your hearts' that, soon, you'd be married and it wouldn't be to him.

you desperately wished to be wed to him, but you were from different worlds: you being royalty and akaashi being the prince's, your brother's, most trusted servant. it wasn't acceptable in the eyes of others.

"so what if it isn't? it's not anyone's business on who i fall in love with. let them say whatever." you had responded angrily to akaashi after he brought it up. he shook his head and held your face gently between his calloused hands.

"i know, your highness, but it's not as simple as it sounds." he kissed your forehead. you relaxed as his lips touched your skin, smiling as you heard him address you by your royal title. his silly nickname for you made you forget about your anger. akaashi was the only one who could do that to you.

the consequence of marrying a commoner seemed like nothing, but it was everything. you would lose your royal status and be forbidden to ever see your family again. it was a cruel punishment, but you were tempted to disobey the rules and do it. maybe even start your own family with akaashi and live in the town.

but every time you saw koutarou's infectious grin, or heard your father's booming laugh that couldn't help but make everyone around him chuckle as well, or caught glimpse of your mother's soft (eye colour) eyes that matched yours, you would second-guess yourself. you loved your family, but you also loved akaashi.

akaashi had convinced you to stay with your family, despite wanting nothing but to go to marry and live the rest of his life with you. he had seen how torn you were and and decided to be selfless, saying he'd be happy to just be able to see you everyday surrounded by those you loved.

koutarou knew of your situation, but there was nothing he could do. he wouldn't become king soon enough, definitely not in time for your wedding, so he couldn't change the rules or call off the marriage. he knew how much you loved akaashi, just looking at you he could tell, and it saddened him that he was helpless in this situation.

your betrothed was the king of seijoh. he was a sleazy old guy with a bad temper and horrible manners. he was at least thirty years your senior and you'd be his sixth spouse. he disgusted you to no end. he touched you inappropriately on the first night you met and when you called him out on it, he dismissed it as a good ol' joke.

he had only chosen you to be his spouse because he saw a painting of you and deemed you physically acceptable. you knew if he found out about your courtship with akaashi, he'd have you executed, as he had with his last spouse. he was globally revered and he knew it, using it to his own advantage.

"keiji?" you called to him softly. he looked down at you with his beautiful dark blue eyes, awakening the butterflies in your stomach. 'gosh, keiji, you never fail to make me feel this way.' you thought, staring back up at him, cheeks heating up under his soft yet intense stare.

"yes, love?" he said softly, voice barely above a whisper. your heart rate sped up a bit at the nickname, as it was rare for him to call you anything but your given name or 'your highness'.

"i don't want to get married to that creepy old fucktard." your sudden statement caught akaashi off-guard and he couldn't help but chuckle. he found it amusing how even if you were raised to be 'proper' and speak only the politest words, you would do the exact opposite.

"well, you don't have much of a choice. when the king says he wants you, it's you he's gonna get." akaashi said, sitting up so he could look at you. "no matter how disgusting it sounds, it's our reality."

"i know, i know...it's just surreal how someone can just choose who they want to marry and the other has no choice but to accept, because if they didn't, it would possibly result in war." you sat up as well, glaring at the ground in frustration. akaashi noticed how riled up you were getting and held your hand in his, tracing small circles on the back of it.

"you know i love you, right?" he said, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "if i could, i'd fight that sorry excuse of a king for your hand in marriage."

smiling at his sincerity, you scooted closer to him and leaned you head on his shoulder. you felt tears well up in your eyes as you thought of all those days and sleepless nights you had spent imagining your future with the boy who sat next to you.

"i wish i could stay and keep the life i made with you." you sighed. akaashi closed his eyes and just listened to your soft voice. "it's true, i'll never be over you because i've built a future in my mind with you and now hope is gone. there's nothing left for me to do."

akaashi's eyes opened as he heard this. "that's not true. as much as i hate to think of a life without you, you don't need me. you're wonderful, bright, and young. you don't need my love to continue living. and don't bother arguing, because we both know i'm right."

tears threatened to fall from you eyes and it took everything in you to not cry. "listen, (first name), i hope you know i love you, because i really do and i can't say it enough, but with the king, you'll survive. you'll be safe with him, and i'll be content knowing you are."

the tears you had been trying to stop earlier were now falling freely from your cheeks. akaashi took you into his arms and hugged you tightly, rocking you back and forth in attempts to calm your crying.

when your sobbing had been reduced to small whimpers and sniffles, akaashi held you at arm's length to look you in the eye. "k-keiji, puh-please promise me you'll al-lways love me." you hiccuped, your puffy red eyes staring at him desperately.

"i promise. and you promise to always love me?"

"i suh-swear."

akaashi had been wrong about one thing; you were not safe with the king. it had taken years for you to return to your home because the king had forbade you from ever visiting fukurodani when he found out you and akaashi had been exchanging letters.

the old sleaze had treated you like a prisoner, only letting you out of your room when there was an event or when there were visitors and he needed eye candy.

his son, tooru, had been much kinder to you. he was a year older than you and was extremely attractive. you thought you would've fallen for him if you weren't already head over heels for akaashi.

tooru would sneak up to the tower you were locked in and bring you some food, knowing that they didn't feed you enough. you were eternally grateful for him and constantly let him know.

one day, though, tooru was earlier than he usually came and this time he was accompanied by two guards. you recognized one as iwaizumi, as he had also occasionally given you extra food, but the other one had pink hair and you weren't familiar with him.

"tooru, is everything alright?" you asked the taller male as you heard keys jingling in the cell's lock. you were sure there was no event tonight, since usually a handmaid would be the one at the door, never the prince. "did something happen?”

"i'll explain it to when you get out." his usually cheery voice was devoid of all emotion. the door swung open and you jumped back, startled. the two guards helped you stand up.

you were a bit wobbly on your feet, as you hadn't been let out in a month. the guards noticed though, and held you by your arms gently as you walked down the stairs.

a million thoughts rushed through your head as you descended down the tower. was koutarou alright? was this about your family or fukurodani? were you being sent to execution? tears welled up in your eyes at the last thought, knowing full well that the king was merciless enough to kill you for no reason.

when you had made it down the last flight of stairs, you were sat on a soft, plush couch which contrasted to the cold, hard stone floors in your tower. tooru sat in front of you with a somber expression.

"my father is dead. he died last night of natural causes." he said grimly. as much as you hated the king, he was still tooru's father and you couldn't help but sympathize with the grieving man. the king had taken so much from you, but your humanity was not one of them. "you can go back to your kingdom, now."

"tooru, i...i'm sorry about your father." he nodded, and you knew those weren't the right words to say. you couldn't grasp the idea that the king was dead and you were just stunned at the fact that you were free again. "when will your coronation be?"

"friday." he responded with not an ounce of emotion. his usually bright brown eyes were dull. you pitied the poor man and suddenly embraced him. he was surprised by this but didn't pull away. soon enough, soft sobs could be heard from him.

you had decided to stay until tooru's coronation and then head home. the brunette appreciated your thoughtfulness immensely and promised he would visit you whenever he would have the chance.

when you arrived to fukurodani, you were immediately swarmed by journalists and reporters on the docks. they asked questions about your time at seijoh and what it was like to marry an older guy like the late king. it was nerve-wracking to be surrounded by so many people after being isolated for so long and you felt your anxiety building up within you.

luckily your guards had gotten you out of their reach and now you were on your way to the palace. your home. where your family resided. where akaashi was.

keiji.

everyday for four years you had daydreamed of what your life would have been like if you had married him instead. everyday for four years you wished to see his face and hear his gentle voice. everyday for four years you longed to be in his embrace.

when you had stepped through the palace doors, you had immediately run into your brother's arms. the king had been surprised by your informal greeting, but hugged you back, as he had also missed his sibling.

one you had pulled away from koutarou's embrace, you caught sight of the familiar messy black hair and gun-metal blue eyes you had fallen in love with.

you ignored koutarou's protests as you sprinted into akaashi's arms, making the boyーer, manーgrunt from the force of impact and stumble a bit before catching himself from falling.

as a result of so many years of not getting enough human contact, you had become a touchy person, constantly hugging others or touching their hands or arms as if to remind yourself that they were real. that this wasn't some concocted reality. as if looking for comfort.

when akaashi wrapped his arms around you though, you felt a heat flood through your body. it made you feel human, after years of being treated lesser than a pet. it was like a warm blanket placed on your shoulders after jumping into a cold lake. it felt like the feeling of sipping hot cocoa near the fireplace after playing in the snow for hours.

it was like waking up from a bad dream.

akaashi felt you shaking, hearing you sob breathlessly between his arms and looked at you concernedly. but he noticed that you weren't crying because you were sad or scared, you were crying in relief.

he wondered how awful the king had treated you. it angered him that he could hurt you so much. you noticed akaashi's furrowed eyebrows and the dark look in his expressive eyes, telling him to relax because it was fine now. everything was good. you were okay. you were fine.

you were safe.

[koscheimaryas]

send me a ship yada yada + dexther

send me a ship and i’ll tell you ─ starring esther and declan

where was their first date?: that might still be up to debate, since esther has already lost count of how many casual first encounters she and declan had before starting to actually go out together. the one that is still the most vivid in her mind, however, is the memory of making plans to see him in a party alpha would throw, the one they hadn’t even bothered attending before sneaking off to get to his kombi.

what my muse would do to cheer yours up: declan always has the worst mood downpours when stressful things happen and there’s little he can do about it. over the months, esther learned how to deal with those by forcing him out of his misery state by talking to him, coming up with new things and places for them to visit and absolutely anything where she could actively help by being there for him. but just like herself would say, there’s nothing like sex to lighten up one’s mood.

who wakes the other up with kisses (and where)?: since declan is the early riser, he’s usually the one to wake esther up with neck kisses, all the way up to one shoulder before she’s out of her sleep and perfectly ready to retribute him by doing what she does best. 

who would pour water on the other to wake them up?: esther, probably, since she’s just oh so funny. it would be one of the worst pranks ever since both sleep in the same bed, but her boyfriend’s pissed reaction would be absolutely priceless.

how my muse would wake your’s up: she’d probably spend a good 10 minutes just staring dreamily at declan’s soft, relaxed expressions that prove that he’s far, far away in sleepland. she’d then proceed to pepper kisses all over his face, her fingertips tracing his skin and pretty much anything that she can get her hands on before he wakes up and throws her off her own game.

who would start a food fight while baking or cooking?: esther would playfully smear some flour on his face and end up dirtying one of his ten thousand black t-shirts. he’d do the same. next thing they see, it is food war I and no one’s safe from the mess they made in their kitchen.

who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies?: esther, obviously. she’d bring up the subject once and after any of his slightest agreements she’d put the task into gear. they’d probably end up feeling sleepy as fuck and collapse on top of each other for 12 hours. 

who said i love you first and how (or when) did they say it?: declan gave a hint about it first, back in the camp trip their university had prepared. esther almost ruined everything by trying to do it through texts, but later that night, at the fireworks exposition, declan brought her close and said it first.

who would get into a physical altercation over the other?: esther would, for literally any reason she could find to justify it. it would probably be because of jealousy.

who insists on purchasing a pet together (and what kind of pet?): both really wanted a dog since way before they even moved in together. hannibal, their big, stupid and maddening dog, is the best thing that happened in their lives. he makes a mess out of their loft and eats his fair share of shoes and clothes, but he’s still the most beloved pet.

who is louder (in and out of bed)?: esther is the one who’s extremely loud in bed, bless her heart. it really is all because of declan’s doing, though. out of it, however, they’re both pretty much quiet people, esther’s exceptions happening when she’s got two or three drinks in her system.

who takes more risks (in and out of bed)?: they both like to try out new things whenever the subject is brought up, but esther’s probably the one who does it first. she just knows he will be on board with whatever she suggests, anyway.

who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first?: none of them, since they find that the daddy kink is a very disgusting kink to have. when discussing the subject once, through text, esther innocently asked if declan had a daddy kink, and then proceeded to never think about the idea of it again.

what is their shared, favourite kink?: anything aboard the bdsm train is their go-to choice, mostly bondage and making good use of their dominant/submissive roles. there’s no need to wonder about who’s playing what: esther’s the little sub bitch through and through.

describe their typical kiss: it is usually the maddeningly slow one, the one that’s deepened as each second ticks by, which ends up becoming way more than just a kiss, since they can’t help themselves as soon as they’ve got their hands on each other and the slightest bit of privacy. there’s not even the need for privacy, depending on their situation.

how my muse shows their love for yours: esther is constantly finding new ways to show her love for her boyfriend. she loves searching up for new songs that express how they got to know each other, how they got involved, how life’s been a rollercoaster ever since they got together. one of her favorite ways is sharing poems, lines and beautiful things she finds during her days, always the most romantic ones possible. she wonders if there really is something that could ever fully express how stupidly in love she is. 

their favourite ways to give affection: sharing songs and thoughts with each other, touching each other constantly, confessing how they feel on a daily; how even the slightest things make them remember about their moments together and how blissful it is.

who is more dominate?: this is not even up to debate. declan is.

who sings in the shower?: esther is not much of a singer, so it would probably be something that declan does and that’s absolutely out of his context. his song choices must always be any great 2010 punk-rock hit.

who washes the other’s hair in the shower?: esther does, and she simply loves to do it. one of her favorite things ever is feeling his strands between her fingers, no matter the context of it.

who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush?: that is probably a conjoined idea that they put to the greatest use, no matter how late they end up being. esther will tease him first, try to get away with it and then realize how hopeless that would be as soon as he puts his mind to making her suffer.

who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family?: esther does, and she thinks it’s the funniest thing ever to watch declan squirm as he tries to maintain a conversation with his mother, since they don’t really visit her own family. his mom probably even knows what must be going on in the places her eyes can’t reach.

who has the weirder taste in music?: they’re both avid music consumers, but esther went through more phases during her life, even dipping her toes in the reggaeton pool once. declan likes his alternative rock better, no matter how doubtful his choices are every once in a while.

who would initiate dancing in the rain?: declan would twirl her around the street first and she would take it upon her to get them waltzing until they’re back home, laughing until her cheeks hurt.

who would be the one to suggest marriage?: they both want it so much that it probably was a very conjoined thought. and it might happen soon enough.

what would they name their children?: some nice, simple name for a very sexy child, esther would say. one that would take from something they admire a lot. no, it won’t be ryan ross

who would their children take after more?: declan, probably. their little four-eyed gremlin would be the same as his father, all quiet, brooding and brilliant. he’d get his looks from his mother, though.

[daysswithyou]

Fallen Chapter 22: Blissfully wrong

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Characters: DAY6 Young K x OC (Rachel)

Warning!: None

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Everything was like a fairytale and you felt like you were finally living the dream. Now that both of you had clarified your feelings for one another, you no longer felt like a fool for being in this one-sided love and you stopped hesitating around Younghyun, giving your all to the relationship you had with him. Likewise, Younghyun didn’t hold back anymore. All those days of having to hold in all his pent-up feelings and restrain his affection was gone. He loved you openly, wildly and immensely. Touches were limited to hand holding last time, but Younghyun now had you perpetually locked in an embrace. He’ll always have both hands locked around you – around your waist, your arms, your shoulders. His hands always squeezed you into a tight hug that sometimes physically hurt, but never once did you complain because you would much rather have him close than go back to those days where you couldn’t even remember how his skin felt on yours.

Kisses that used to be planned and purposeful, meant to show you off to the world were now gone. In its place, are kisses that are spontaneous and accompanied with soft whispers of “I love you” – ones that were meant to declare his unabashed affection for you. With so much consistent displays of affection, you thought he’ll tone down with many people around – such as during his basketball trainings – but with Kang Younghyun, you’re sorely wrong. He would sit beside you during his training break and suddenly, he would reach for your hand and brought it up against his lips, pressing a feather light kiss to your knuckles. The first time he did it, your head snapped up to look at him in shock, still not used to such casual displays of affection – especially in front of so many people. You can’t fight the blood rushing to your face as you felt your face burn. The rest of your body burned as well, right down to your fingertips of your hands that he currently held onto. But now? It was like second nature. You don’t even bat an eyelash when he took your hand in his to press a kiss against the knuckles, before shifting to press his cheek against the back of your hand. You quite liked it when he does that – his fluffy cheeks form a really comfortable pillow for your hands. You felt his gaze on you, and you merely lifted your eyes to spare him a glance before directing your attention to the open book across your lap.

“Why are you staring so intently at me?”

“You don’t pay attention to me anymore.”

“You do this all the time – I’m used to it already.”

It was meant as a teasing statement but Younghyun took great offence to that statement, dropping your hand from his cheek but still clasping onto them with his own. A smile split across your lips as you chuckled at your boyfriend, stealing a look at him from the side of your eye as a smirk tugged the corners of your lips up. He looked extremely offended so you scooted over to place a soft peck on his cheeks. Your petty boy is still not appeased, so you gave him one more kiss, this time to his lips instead. After you pulled back, you realised he still had his eyes narrowed at you, a scowl on full display on his face.

“Still angry at me?”

“Yes.”

"Petty!"

"Are you trying to get me more riled up on purpose?"

"I don't know... maybe?"

You shrugged your shoulders innocently as you raised your eyebrows, and Younghyun is truly at a loss for words now – where did his innocent, sweet girlfriend disappear to?

"You know, a long time ago, you wouldn't have been so cheeky."

"What can I say, I only learn from the best."

You threw in a flirty wink – the cherry on top – and proceeded to stand to leave to get a sip of water, wanting to leave him hot and bothered before having to go back for training. But Younghyun seemed to have other plans instead, and he pulled you back to sit beside him by locking his arms around your waist.

"Well, in this case love, guess I'll have to teach you more."

"Teach me more about what?"

"About how to shower your boyfriend with love and affection. To ensure that learning is more effective, it's going to be a practical demonstration."

Before you can even got a chance to react, Younghyun is smothering your entire face in kisses. Even as you squealed between kisses due to the ticklish feelings of his lips on your face, and his fingers on your waist, he did not stop. The two of you were forced apart when a towel flew towards the back of Younghyun’s head. Your attention is now on a scowling Sungjin, a look of pure disgust on his face.

“Get your ass back on court Kang, and don’t ever, let me see you two make out in public again. Get a room – I swear to God.”

“Yes captain!”

You quickly detached yourself from Younghyun’s hold as he stood to leave but once Sungjin’s back was turned fully to him, he swooped in for another kiss on your cheek before finally – being willing to leave your side. You continued to stare in adoration as he finished up his training neatly.

That was your life now – your life with Kang Younghyun inside, more specifically. He stole kisses whenever he felt like it, even when he’s all sticky and sweaty after training. He’s always holding onto you – intertwined fingers on the way home, head on your shoulder during the bus rides home, shared glances as he helped you and your aunt out at the café during peak hours. This was your picture-perfect life now – you’ve gotten the man of your dreams, who’s caring, sweet and gorgeous. No more guessing. No more worrying. No more pretending. No more pining. Life is all good now – or at least – that’s what you thought. Yet… you can’t forget the look of discomfort on Dowoon’s face when he’s around the pair of you, but you never knew why. You’ve been meaning to ask him about it but each time, you got distracted or was pulled away by someone, and you kept missing these chances again and again.

Nothing could possibly be wrong… right?

---

Summer rolled around as you spent your time happily with Younghyun and here you were, sitting in a bus full of rambunctious graduating seniors, each engaged in their activities of choice. A group of gamers sat right at the back, hollering over the sound of the engine and wheels each time they made a hit or miss in the game. Others were either talking amongst themselves, or sleeping. You belonged to the latter group, having stayed up till 2am last night to talk to Younghyun over the phone before dragging your tired body out of bed at 6am to reach school on time. You had fallen asleep fairly quickly on Younghyun’s shoulders the moment you chose your seats, his shoulders serving as a comfortable pillow as lofi music played over the shared earpiece. But the hot summer sun was relentless and raised the temperature around you uncomfortably high, causing you to rouse from your sleep. Cracking a bleary eye open, you reached up and fumbled with the small curtain on your right, trying to draw the curtain shut to block out the harsh light. Yet, right at this moment, your ears caught onto much more interesting news and you’re wide awake now, listening intently to the conversation from the 2 classmates behind you.

“Did you hear? Ayeon and Jaebeom broke up!”

“Really? When?”

“About 2 days ago? Someone saw them fighting at the side gate in the afternoon, before both of them stomped away in anger.”

“Ah… so that’s what happened. But in all honesty, I didn’t expect the relationship to last. Can’t say I didn’t see it coming, they merely used each other to show off.”

“Right! Even you felt it too! It was never real, both of them just… wanted a new plaything.”

“Agreed.”

The pair behind you went quiet after their discussion, but the noise in your head was getting infinitely louder. So…now… what about your deal with Younghyun? Is he going to leave you now?

No, don’t be silly Rachel. Your relationship is real. The deal was off a long time ago. He’s going to stay… right?

Sensing your gaze on him, Younghyun cracked an eye open to stare at you, noting the frown on your face as your eyebrows creased together.

“Why, Rachel? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong.”

Younghyun knew that you were lying. He knew you for so long now that he knew that when you were lying. There was something that you’re worried about but he isn’t going to force the answer out of you unless you’re ready to talk about it.

“Whatever it is that’s on your mind, whatever it is that’s bothering you, don’t worry about it ok? I’m here. I’m going to protect you, and help you work through the problems together.”

Lifting his head, he presses a kiss to your forehead before asking you to go back to sleep. You comply, but it was a restless sleep with your heart still pounding wildly in your chest despite the reassurance.

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Bossy Bear  (Dabi x M!reader)

Author’s note: Kill my now. Spicier than I thought it would be... This is an example of how far I’ll go without making smut. (You can find my masterlist here) Also, you can buy me a ko-fi (Link here). 

Words: 1119 (hot damn)

Warning: Lime, sinfull amount of the word ass, implied sex (out of scenario), 17+, body shame (self insert). Groping, ambiguous romance (duh, it’s Dabi). 

{New Hangout, Location: unknown. Status: Near empty. Person present: (Y/N). Quirk: Bear, transforms into a bear whenever he wants, extreme force, enhanced senses. !Do not approach unarmed!} 

The shower was refreshing. And the hangout was empty at the moment, so you hadn't botter bringing a different outfit for after the shower. Your pants from the day were dirty, and your shirt was in pieces. So it was in a towel that you came out. 

 Walking rapidly back to your room (because the hangout can be empty only for so long), you finally close the door, protecting your new environment from the rest of the world. 

''Hey there, Bossy.'' Said a voice behind you. 

Your newly relaxed shoulders straightened so fast as you thought that someone had broken into your room. But the voice was soon registered as Dabi's, and you turned around. 

''I thought you were with the others.'' 

Dabi shrugged. Sprawled on the mattress, you called a bed, laying over the thin covers you had found somehow in the abandoned... thing that was the hangout, Dabi was not looking at your face. 

You clung at the towel in your hips harder than before. Your heart was now beating in your throat, even it that was physically impossible. The room was not cold at all anymore. But that was probably due to the hue of red now covering your entire face. 

''Well -can I help you?'' You asked, but has Dabi belatedly met your gaze, raising an eyebrow like a question mark, you sighed. ''Do you need anything?''

A sly smile made his way upward, your boyfriend’s... friend's… Dabi's lips. 

''Drop the towel, I would need something then, Bossy.'' He purred in a low voice that raised shivers once again all over your body. 

You were a badass, in the street. With people, you were usually a little bit shyer—the kind where you bit people's head off. Not with Dabi. He had been a friend if you could call it that sometimes before he made you enter the League of Villains. Now you were in that weird moment wherein secret he could just start making out with you, and then you would not talk about it at all. 

''Eh... don't tease.'' You growled. Walking over the pile of clothes on the floor, near your bed, you could feel Dabi's eyes on your back the whole time. ''You mind..?'' Gesturing at the cloth, then to the towel, asking him to divert his look. 

''Oh, no, I do actually, I'll just enjoy the show, Bossy.'' He smirked. 

You hated showing your body. Mostly because your quirk kept destroying your clothes, and you just had no other choices but to be naked in public more often than not. Sweet... 

''Dabi, I just want to dress, leave.'' 

''What do you mean, can't I just come to see my favourite Teddy Bear?'' He smiled genuinely now, and your hand fastened around the towel on your hips even more. 

You placed the pants on the ground, no need for underwear if they were to get destroyed all the time. By one hand, you raised the pants to your hips until it covered your nakedness, and the towel was necessary no more.  

As Dabi was still watching you intensely, you dropped your gaze to the floor and sat on the end of the bed. He didn't entirely make you feel like Shigaraki could, that crazy aura that the blue-haired man had was way more creepy than Dabi's. Dabi was the weird mixed aura of 'I-could-fuck-you-but-I-could-also-murder-you'. And at that moment, the emotion shown in his eyes was an in-between of those two. 

''Come on, I wouldn't mind seeing more of you y'know.''

Dabi raised an eyebrow, and you sat down on the bed. 

''Is that red I see on you, Bossy, didn't take you for a prude one.'' You blushed once again. 

''What d'you want?'' Your voice was feeling thick in your throat as if it had been liquid before. Your tongue was feeling like a piece of paper. 

Dabi shuffled on the bed and came closer to you, wrapping an arm around your middle. ''A piece of this ass is what I want, Bossy.''

You rolled your eyes. 

''Sure.'' 

Dabi's arm pulled you into his chest and his otherwise free hand directly went to said ass, you stopped moving, breathing even, your back as rigid as a plank of wood. 

''Don't believe me?'' He squeezed it. 

''You’re disgusting, man.'' 

Dabi stopped, releasing you from his grip, and you raised from the mattress. Body positivity when you transformed as a bear was not something that was coming easy on you. Especially when bear are know for being big and strong, but somewhat short, especially considering you were a grizzly bear, meaning you were weighing the equivalent of a small elephant in human form. 

‘’What?’’ He ask. His tone of disbelif, you decided, was not going to fool you. You crossed your arms on your chest. 

‘’I know that you really want a piece of my ass.’’ You said flatly, as if the matter was not bothering you at all. 

That was false advertising. Your heart had clenched while speaking the words. Because how many times had you heard people mocking the physic you had because of your quirk. Shaming your inssasiable appetite and supposed laziness. Abuse make the worst come out of people, the League of Villains was a good example of it. 

‘’What a gruffy bear you make, Bossy.’’ Dabi sighed, getting up to met you in the corner you exiled yourself. His arms wrapped around you once more. ‘’You think I’m disgusting because I touch you?’’ Warm lips met the skin of your back, sending a wave of shivers down your spine and transforming your brain into a gelatinius mush. ‘’When I kiss you?’’

You shrugged, acting as if your legs were not already on the verge of giving you up. ‘’I think you’re a perv.’’ Lies. Lies lies lies. Not a perv. You were a perv. Wishing he was clearer about your status, if is kisses were real or just a big ego play on his side. Dreaming about him helping you for… other matters. If anything, you were the perv. And you looked nothing like him. 

‘’I think you’re a puss.’’ Dabi responded without missing a beat, one of his hand sliding down your waist slowly, his clothed groin pressed against your ass. ‘’I think’’ he breathed in your ear ‘’that you’re scared of what others think of you.’’ 

One of his hand was on the side of your tigh now, while the other was slowly making its way to your torso. ‘’I’m not, get off.’’ You muttered between clenched teeths. 

‘’Such a bossy bear. Prove it then.’’ 

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I Never Quite Let You Go

For @michaelguerinweek day 3: favorite michael dynamic (yes i stole this from the edit prompt, idk if this fits the fic prompt)

Summary: Everyone is struggling to deal with Michael and Rosa being friends.

ao3

Maria had no idea what she was going to find when she followed Michael’s hysterical directions.

It was all fine whenever he was playing the guitar and then he lost it. Something in him just snapped and he started freaking out, struggling to find his keys through his tears. Maria thought it was insane that he wanted to drive like that, but he insisted he had to go, so she offered to drive. Now, as they drove into the desert, she was regretting the offer.

She regretted it even more when he made her skid to a stop in a random place and jumped out while the car was still moving. She put the truck in park and ran after him, hoping to make sure he didn’t do anything too stupid.

A cave came into sight that he was barrelling towards and was able to catch up just as they stumbled inside. Maria froze as she saw a giant purple-blue glow with none other than Max Evans inside. What the hell?

“Papi?” The voice was unmistakable and Maria was again thrust into shock as she turned towards it. Rosa stood alive and breathing with a blanket in lieu of clothing. Before she could make a move, Michael ran to her. Rosa seemed to have no caution for modesty as she wrapped him in her arms, pulling him down to tuck his head under her chin. “You’re so old and scruffy, what the fuck.”

“How are you alive?” Maria whispered and Rosa just smiled, opening an arm for her. Maria easily molded into the hug, not even bothering that Michael was just a blubbering mess as he clutched onto her. She gave him an arm around him as well.

None of the made any sense but she was willing to accept it if it meant Rosa was here and hugging her.

-

“I can’t believe you.”

“Excuse me?”

Isobel shook her head as she watched Michael sip his coffee, going back and forth between giving her full attention and texting Rosa. It was so strange seeing him actually having a normal friendship with someone. They’d both insisted they were close in high school, but just no one noticed. Isobel feels like she would’ve noticed and that now they were just being more open about it rather than sneaking around.

“For a decade, you thought I killed your friend and you never said anything,” Isobel scoffed, shaking her head. She tried not to focus on how bad it hurt that he never mentioned it and was never allowed to grieve properly because of it.

Michael shrugged as if it didn’t matter. It mattered. “Look, there was nothing I could do. I knew you weren’t in your right mind and since she was dead, you and Max were all I had left. I needed to protect you, I couldn’t put my own feelings first.”

Her chest felt a sharp pang and she looked down at her own coffee. She hated that she never noticed. God, how had she never noticed?

-

“Rosa, seriously?”

Liz couldn’t help but be confused as Rosa watched Michael bend over the hood of the old car he’d found for her.

“What?” she laughed, “He got hot.”

“I can’t believe I never knew you two were even friends, much less close enough that you let a white boy call you 'Mami’,” Liz scoffed, shaking her head. Rosa shrugged and tilted her head as if it would give her a better view of his ass in his faded jeans.

“I keep good company,” she said and a smile broke out on her face, “Besides, it’s really funny when he says it.”

“Mami!” Michael called as if on cue, coming closer with sweat dripping down his bare chest. Liz couldn’t help but cringe as she heard Rosa sigh happily. “I forgot to tell you, I heard some old lady talkin’ about you.”

The two women raised their eyebrows in intrigue. “Do tell.”

“Apparently, the similarity between Elena Valenti and Rosa Ortecho has not gone unnoticed,” he grinned, leaning over her chair. Liz scrunched up her nose as they got close without a thought. She hated when they did that. She felt like she was intruding even though they insisted it was nothing more than friendship. “Heard that there’s a big theory that there’s some affair in the Valenti bloodline. No one even thinks it’s fishy.”

“Then it looks like Alex’s idea is working,” Rosa mused. Michael smiled wider at the name.

“Are we surprised?” he asked before dropping a kiss to her head which caused a smile. “Gonna go shower.”

“Are you sure it’s platonic? You know you can tell me,” Liz said seriously once he disappeared into the airstream. Rosa groaned, rolling her eyes.

“Yes, Liz, it’s nothing,” she insisted, “Michael is extremely into Alex and I have my eye on someone a little shorter and a little more woman. I think it’s bullshit that two people can’t be affectionate without it having to be something other than friendship.”

“I guess,” Liz said, though she still had her suspicions. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of the weird relationship between them. Still, Rosa shook her head.

“It’s not really a guess situation, Liz. That’s how it was when he was 16 and had never had anyone touch him that wasn’t violent. He deserves someone who doesn’t have ulterior motives and I don’t,” Rosa insisted, “Besides, I don’t have to defend my friendship.” Liz nodded despite remaining skeptical.

“Okay, you’re right.”

-

“Get out!”

“I am too fucking old to be thrown out of a girl’s bed by her dad, Valenti! Fuck off!”

Kyle was fuming as he watched Rosa laugh and Guerin hold a pillow over his head. All he was doing was trying to do his brotherly duties and wake her up so she wouldn’t be late for work, but he instead found her in bed with Guerin which was absolutely not okay. Rosa had no pants on and Guerin had no shirt or pants on and he did not approve.

“She is too young for you! She is 19! Get out!” Kyle yelled again, snatching the pillow away from him. Guerin made a face, rolling over.

“He literally stays over all the time, Kyle, calm down,” Rosa laughed. That did not calm him down.

“She is nineteen, Guerin!”

“We’re not fucking, holy shit.”

“You’re half-naked in her bed!”

“It’s 102 degrees outside!”

“I don’t care! Doesn’t give you the right to be in bed with a teenage girl!”

“I didn’t do anything! And if I did, multiple people, including my boyfriend, would probably skin me alive so leave me alone!” Guerin shouted, crossing his arms over his head. “And, by the way, no one said anything when she was 18 and I was barely 16 and sleeping half-naked in her bed, so I feel like there’s some double standards here!” Rosa pouted in adoration, reaching out to rub his back.

“You alright, Papi? Bad wake up call?” she cooed. Guerin simply whined in response. Kyle was about to lose it. “Also I’m technically 30, so…” Rosa said, giving him a wild smile. Kyle huffed and turned to storm out.

He was going to tell Alex about this.

-

“They’re friends, Kyle.”

“I’m annoyed by how calm you are.”

Alex chuckled, closing his laptop and sliding it into his backpack. He and Michael were going very slow and working their way to being solid friends before they did anything too crazy. They had had a long in-depth talk about how they wanted to go about things after Rosa and Maria had pressured Michael into making them actually talk. After that, it was super easy for Alex to stop feeling like either of them were a threat. Not that he liked that he felt that way in the first place, but he will admit that he did.

“They’re both consenting adults on top of it. Even without her literally dying, she’s almost 20 and she’s been through a lot. I think they’re good for each other,” Alex decided. At first, their relationship was a little uncomfortable, but Alex was probably the first one to realize that they related on a level Michael was lacking. It was good for him.

“I don’t like it, she’s my sister and he’s… Guerin,” Kyle said, looking disgusted. Alex smiled, shaking his head.

“He’s not that bad.”

“I don’t trust your judgment when it comes to him,” Kyle said. Alex shook his head, but let him continue to ramble. “He called you his boyfriend by the way.”

“Yeah?” Alex asked, a small smile pulling at his lips. They hadn’t really given anything a title, but they had agreed not to see anyone else while they tried to work with each other. The fact that he was considering a boyfriend made him feel a bit better.

“See, this is why I don’t trust your judgment!”

When Alex got home that night, he found both Michael and Rosa on his couch which had become pretty common these days. Alex had missed Rosa a lot, she was the first person to make him feel like he could be himself and say fuck it to whatever other people thought. He found it funny that while she was being that person for him, she was also that person for Michael. They could’ve so very easily been together earlier if Rosa’s two worlds had collided for a moment.

“I heard Kyle tried to throw you out this morning,” Alex chuckled, easily falling onto the couch between them.

“Which is why we’re on your couch and not his,” Michael noted. Alex smiled, shaking his head as Rosa tucked herself into his side.

“You’re just in time, though, ‘cause Papi made popcorn and it’s spooky movie season,” Rosa stated. Alex relaxed deeper into the couch with a nod, hearing his front door lock itself with the assistance of Michael’s brain. When Alex looked to him, his eyes went from Alex’s shoulder and back to his eyes. Alex threw his arm around the back of the couch and Michael took it as a go-ahead.

Alex ended up smashed in between the two of them, feeling each of them jump when lame scares would come on the screen. It was oddly comforting and he decided that this could become his normal and he didn’t think he’d mind.

Actually, he believed he loved it.

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ramen! mine! | ksj

∷ Your weekly visit to the local convenience store was getting ruined by an entitled ramen thief.

Seokjin x Reader

Words: 3,700

∵ fluff

∵ e2l au

23:04:37 » Friday 20th April 2018

Sweatpants + a huge jumper + messed up hair + Cheeto dust on your face= only acceptable when at home or on a late night trek to the convenience store.

You were doing the latter.

The walk to your local 24hr convenience store every Friday was the highlight of your week. Normal people would be terrified to walk alone at night, but you loved it. Everything was on mute; no one was around; just you. The stars couldn’t be seen through the layers of thick clouds, but it was reassuring to know they were still there. You could do anything you wanted, no one would see. You could fling off your jumper, run around stark naked and no one would bat an eye, there wouldn’t be anyone there in the first place. You were alone.

You remembered the walk to the store like the back of your hand. Take a sharp left after leaving your apartment. Along the thin path that was decorated with daisies; ivy cloaking and embracing the brick wall like camouflage for the old graffiti that painted the walls. Under the not-so-safe bridge with the not-so-clean river flowing past it. Past the snowy white cat that always rested on that wall; you never forget to give her a small chin scratch. Then up the typically busy street, but that was the best thing about being here when the city was asleep. No one was in the way of you scoring that weekly beef ramen.

That’s what you always did every Friday. It was also what another certain someone started doing every Friday since the 20th April.

It was like clockwork at this point. You enter the store, greet Dave; the half-asleep employee who you were on a first name basis with, walk to the back of the store; it was where the refrigerators and your favourite drinks were, then skip happily to the third row; your beef ramen was always the only one left on the shelf at this time of night.

Something was stopping you from your normal routine; the something being a tall handsome man at the other side of the aisle, eye-fucking your ramen. He looked just as abominable as you do this evening. Same jumper, same Cheeto dust.

But his face was near perfect; not one spot in sight. Soft to touch, smooth. The features seemed to be carved with utmost delicacy and care, maybe a few slip-ups, but it was near perfection to you.

He radiated so much character to you with just one look, the one small ring hanging from his ear told you he was up for anything but has a limit, as there is only one piercing. Deshelved hair, but had the messy look everyone wanted, showed you how careless he is about his hair- he has his face so you wouldn’t worry about hair either.

His chocolate eyes looked distressed and determined as he looked at your ramen- Your ramen.

It clicked for you that he was staring up your beef ramen; you felt disgusted on behalf of your ramen. You glanced back up at your competitor; he had the same stare on his face; both of you had slits for eyes and you knew only one of you could walk out of the store a champion.

You could’ve sworn you saw a tumbleweed fly past his long legs. The stare down was intense; you weren’t nervous at all, he can give you his best.

You darted towards the ramen with a lengthened arm stretched out. It was so close; your finger grazed the ramen and danced along the packet, but it was taken from your grip.

You weren’t one to brag but, your reaction time was pretty outstanding so that ramen was back in your hands in no time. The soft contact of his skin you thought about touching, grazed your thumb; you only took into perspective how close you and this ramen stealer were. He towered over you with a glare pointed at your hands on his supposed ramen.

“Hands off, I was here first,” he pulled the ramen towards his chest, ultimately pulling you with it.

“RAMEN. MINE,” you couldn’t form proper sentences under pressure; so you let broken words fall from your mouth and pulled the ramen back with the same amount of force- a little more hostile than him.

“What? Sorry, no crazy lady, this is mine,” He pulled it back; his attitude ticked you off more than it should this evening and you and ‘crazy ramen thief’ had a tug-of-war in the middle of a convenience store aisle.

It got out of hand quickly. Somehow you ended up pulling too hard; he fell into you, and the shelf behind you. Products fell and were spread all over the floor. “Y/N?”, the sound of crashing awoke Dave and he advanced towards the aisle; he will kill you if he sees this mess.

“Well, see you later Y/N,” the ‘crazy ramen thief’ shoved the ramen into your chest with a stupid grin- it made you want to punch him.

But what made you want to punch him, even more, was when he dashed out of the store, leaving you to blame for the mess.

You decided right then; you have a new enemy. At least you got the ramen.

23:04:01 » Friday 27th April 2018

It was the same for today as well, leave your apartment to go buy your evening meal. You took the same route, looked at the same things. You took a sharp left after leaving. Went along the thin path with the daisies and the ivy graffiti wall. Under the not-so-safe bridge with the not-so-clean river flowing past it. Past the snowy white cat. Then up the typically busy street. But then something happened that never happens on your route. You saw someone else. He had the same pace as you, slow steps that were leading him towards the convenience store that illuminated lime green in the distance.

The thought popped into your mind; you know that messy, dishevelled hair. It was 'crazy ramen stealer’. You didn’t stop to think for a moment when you bolted past him, leaving the thief in your dust. The wind was sweeping your hair over your shoulders and untangling messy knots. You felt the satisfaction of buying the last pot of ramen flow through your veins already; it pumped the adrenaline through you faster. Your legs stretched out further with each stride.

That, unfortunately, was your downfall. Legs. He had them; you didn’t.

You made a trivial mistake running past him- he recognised you instantly. He laughed at how pathetic you were; you couldn’t beat him. He lifted his feet and picked up the pace, breaking out into a sprint.

Panting resounded in your left ear as you saw the thief matching your movements with less amount of effort. This guy got your blood pumping- but in the wrong kind of way.

He smirked and you could’ve done it; you could’ve reached out and slammed your fist into his face. He was already gone, but not before snarky words dripped out of his foul mouth:

“Good evening. It’s Y/N, right? Well, sorry to make this greeting short, but I’ve got to go buy some ramen.”

You walked, clutching your stomach, puffing and panting, through the automatic doors of the store to be greeted, not with Dave, but with Dave selling the last pot of beef ramen to a grinning bastard. He walked past you with the smug look on his face you should be wearing and spoke.

“I’m Jin by the way. I have a feeling we will be meeting up more often.”

23:01:12 » Friday 4th May  2018

Today you planned to leave earlier- it’s only a few minutes but that could make the difference between losing and winning with Jin.

Jin.

The name haunted you for all of last week; his name and face stuck in the back of your mind, he was the source of the burning feeling you were experiencing; the reason you were getting so competitive over just ramen.

You didn’t take a moment to appreciate the reasons why you come out here so late. Your steps were hasty; flying straight past the snowy cat, not stopping to scratch her. You made it onto the typically busy streets; the air at night-time was definitely different. It felt bitter but when you breathed it in you felt warm. You couldn’t describe the feeling in words- like you were at home while standing outside.

Lime green lights flickered into your vision and the sign that had imprinted itself into your mind came into view. Your stroll became a skip as you entered the store.

Jin was nowhere in sight- brilliant. Joyfully, you skipped to the back aisle and grabbed your favourite drink and took a U-turn to the third.

It was sitting there perfectly on the shelf. Untouched. It felt strange just being able to grab it like this- you missed the competition a little.

You slammed the ramen and drink on the counter triumphantly and handed your money over to Dave. You had a smirk on your face, but he wasn’t here to see it, making it feel pointless.

Stepping out of the store and inhaling the night air once again you thought about waiting for him; just for gloating purposes obviously. It was a silly thought and you brushed it off. You didn’t want it to seem like you care. You plodded down the few steps and looked up to see the one and only; you hid the ramen behind your back.

“Hello there, Y/N,” he said your name differently, it was dragged out longer; it was said with a little more power. You couldn’t admit to yourself that you got excited whenever he said it. Maybe because it was him was saying it.

“Don’t even bother hiding it, I already saw you skip in there and buy it.”

“So you stalked me,” he turned while scoffing at your assumption.

“I wasn’t stalking you, I just happened to see you through the window,” you nodded at him while pushing past his shoulder- you wanted to be petty.

“Well, this is a goodbye, Jin, I’m going to enjoy my ramen,” you wiggled the pot in his face and turned on your heel to walk a confident stride home. Even though he didn’t want to, Jin couldn’t help but watch you walk away from him.

23:05:02 » Friday 11th May 2018

You couldn’t believe it- you were late. It may have been by a few seconds, but you were still late.

Sprinting seemed pointless now as you saw him standing outside the store, plastic bag in hand. But when you saw him, you felt yourself start to run faster.

You approached him and he jolted at your presence, looking extremely panicked you were actually here. You smirked and thought it was cute for like one second. Just one small second.

“So you were waiting for me?”

“For ages. You really need to start working out,” his retaliation struck a chord with you.

“You need to clean out that dirty mouth of yours.” A hearty chuckle/squeak was heard from behind you as you decided to just walk away from him; you didn’t win this week.

“Where are you going?”, you have never twisted around so fast. Why was he asking?

“I didn’t win, so I’m leaving,” you corrected him, and he began slowly nodding looking every but your gaze. You set off walking away again when Jin finally said what he was dodging around and groaned before saying it.

“Wait! There was two this time,” he was telling the truth as he pulled out two beef ramens from the plastic bag, “do you want it or not.” The question sent a small flame to your chest, the chilled night cooled it down again. Your first instinct was to say yes to this 'crazy ramen thief’. You noticed your favourite drink laying in the bottom of the bag- it made your heart soft.

You were hesitant at first; there would be lots of bickering if you sat and ate with him. You didn’t want to start hating him; he didn’t even seem that bad of a guy, but he stole your ramen. “Fine.”

01:45:08 » Saturday 12th May 2018

“Jin! Stop it,”

“Y/N, come on, you can’t hate a classic.”

“I don’t, but it’s coming out of your mouth,” you flicked his forehead again; you can’t remember how many times you have done that tonight.

You were right when you thought there would be bickering for the better half of the night; at the moment Jin thought it was hilarious to hum the Batman theme tune in your ear, you, on the other hand, did not. Your eardrum was beginning to ache and you felt the need to blame it entirely on Jin.

What you didn’t expect, was to learn so much about him. You found out you were right about his earring, hair, and the confidence he has with his face (a little too confident), and learnt much more about this intriguing character.

“Okay, I concede, I’ll stop,” you didn’t mean to let out a heavy sigh, but the relief of not hearing 'dunununun batman’ again was an amazing feeling.

Taking a moment to breathe and relax in the silence was a rare moment with Jin, but now that you’re experiencing being with him for more than 3 minutes, it’s wasn’t so awful. A raw gust of air drifted through you and Jin, biting at you on your nose and ears; you snuggled further into your jumpers collar, you waited for the harsh wind to pass before emerging again.

“Do you know your nose and ears turn red when your cold,” Jin was speaking in a softer tone than before, it sounded much better than the annoying hums.

You reached and covered your nose- you did not know that. He laughed at your sudden shyness; it was a nice contrast from your normally confident personality.

“Don’t worry. It’s cute,” he grabbed his drink and began sipping. You hadn’t said a word and dropped your hand, shocked. It was obvious you weren’t answering any time soon; he started panicking, chugging the drink so he didn’t have to speak to you.

“Jin uhm” your voice was out of the blue and it made Jin start choking on the drink.

“Are you okay,” you started hitting his back in hopes it will help- it didn’t.

He swatted at you and stood up and away from your surprisingly strong smack. “I’m good,” his reply was short and combined with strained coughs, “I should go.”

He grabbed his plastic bag and started running away from you quicker than he was last week.

“Bye!”, he lifted his hand as he ran away and left you alone; you could still hear his small coughs from far away.

“What a strange man.”

23:03:59 » Friday 25th May 2018

Today felt a little different. There was only one pot of ramen there. Last week ended the same as before; there were two pots there so you ate together. But…

It was weird because you thought you would be eating with Jin again- no matter how much you two bickered, you didn’t mind the company.

But now you weren’t spending this Friday night with him, and it bugged you more than you thought it would.

“Y/N, hey,” Jin glided through the doors and past the aisles, “you grab the ramen and I’ll get the drinks.”

He had become so casual with you- it was freaking you out. You had only known this man for six weeks; you had sworn him off as your enemy; you only talked to him a little. Now he was acting like a friend and you realised you didn’t want that at all. You wanted more which was even scarier.

He happily stepped up next to you and followed your gaze to the one pot of beef ramen.

“Oh, there’s only one. We could share it.”

“No,” you answered almost immediately and stepped away, “I don’t want to eat with you.”

“No?”, he claimed in a hurt tone and just looked at you, “We’ve been eating together for the past two weeks.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to eat with you anymore,” you started walking out towards the door and away from this emotional mess you were feeling; if you were around him it got worse, and it terrified you as you haven’t even known him that long.

Your hand was taken from your side and you were pulled to face Jin, “why not? You know I’m actually starting to like you… just a little.”

“Me too.”

“Good, so can we just buy-”, you forced your hand from his grip and stepped back in surrender- the weird clenching feeling in your heart was becoming overwhelming.

“No Jin, I like you, it’s not like how you see me,” you stated as you slowly stepped back, “it’s weird, we’ve only known each other for six weeks. I should just go,” you spun and dashed out the door before his hand could catch you again and didn’t stop running till you made it to the familiar snowy white cat.

She called out to your distressed form and you promptly answered with the usual chin scratch. You sighed and rested your head in your spare hand as you continued scratching the stray cat.

You really couldn’t see Jin again after you said that.

00:02:42 » Saturday 2nd June 2018

The streets were dead.

Jin sat at the table outside of the lime green convenience store, two pots of ramen laid out neatly with chopsticks next to each one. It had been an hour; he knew you weren’t coming, but he waited there in the darkness still.

He played with the lid on one of the pots, entertaining himself as the Batman theme song left his lips in a hum.

Jin really needed to see you after he heard what you said.

23:20:57 » Friday 15th June 2018

He wasn’t going to wait two hours for you again. He chucked the untouched ramen into the trashcan with hostility. It had been two weeks- you still wouldn’t show up at your place. Your place?

He knew you were right when you said it was strange and scary to feel this way about someone you only just met; he understood as he was experiencing it himself.

23:00:00 » Friday 22nd June 2018

You dragged your feet along the thin path; you barely noticed the daisies and ivy anymore.

You took your time under the not-so-safe bridge.

Past the snowy white cat that always rested on that wall; not ignoring her on purpose and forgot her usual small chin scratch.

Then up the typically busy street.

You missed the noise, specifically Jin’s noise. You hadn’t seen him for three weeks and it frightened you that you were still grieving over him. You hadn’t noticed how much he had an impact on your weekly schedule.

You lugged yourself through the door and neglected Dave, leaving him in an awkward position of being halfway through a hello. It was straight to the third aisle; you haven’t been in a great mood because of Jin, you needed some ramen.

You looked the same as you did those ten weeks ago: sweatpants, stained jumper, Cheeto dust everywhere, and messed up hair. Before, when you were seeing Jin every week, you didn’t realise you dressed up a little more. It all felt stupid now.

Once again, the ramen was nearly in your grasp, so close before it was snatched away and you were pulled towards your thief. The crazy ramen thief.

“You know if you would’ve just listened to me I wouldn’t have had to wait for you here every Friday.”

“Jin-”

“No, don’t say my name,” he loosened his grip on the pot and let it drop between you two, “You left me for three weeks… I missed you.”

You were dismayed and the three words threw you off track- he didn’t let you get a word in.

“I missed the strange ramen competition we had, it was ours- it was fun to see how determined you were to win against me,” he brought the cup back up to chest level, “your such an idiot, I liked you too. I know how scary it is for you to go from hate to love so suddenly.”

“Liked?”, you questioned him with caution, still unsure of what he was saying. He scoffed and tugged the ramen pot so you were in position.

“I have feelings for you too,” he spoke softly and his breath fanned on your lips before he leaned in and embraced you in a warm kiss.

Somehow the ramen pot stayed in between you two; figuratively and literally.

23:10:34 » Friday 15th February 2020

“Grab the ramen, I’ll get the drinks,” Jin shouted as he ran to the end aisle.

“There’s only one,” you shouted across the store as you frantically examined the shelf, but there was nothing in sight. You and Jin were unable to celebrate valentines yesterday so today’s plan was unplanned and spontaneous, but the familiar feeling of being here again was nostalgic as you looked back on how you and Jin met.

You chuckled to yourself at how stupid you two were.

“What are you laughing at, freak,” a bottle was placed on your head and Jin stood tall behind your petite size; you turned and grabbed the bottle and giggled again.

“Nothing,” you left him in the third aisle and arrived at the counter.

Dave, sadly, no longer worked at the convenience store and you were greeted with an unfamiliar and foreign face, “just these then?”

You and Jin walked, hand in hand, out of the store unto the typically busy street.

Past the snowy white cat.

Under the now fixed bridge and clean river.

Up to the thin path that no longer had daisies but the ivy was still standing strong.

And arrived at your now shared apartment to enjoy your beef ramen together.

[heartofsnark]

NSFW Alphabet: Ota

Note: It is here, the final one for the bidders. (Or at least until I manage to play Luke, Shuichi, and Hikaru’s routes/ also figure out how to write Rhion). Ota is the only one who didn’t get a sex injury for his dirty secret, so good for him. As I said before, Ota along with Eisuke are the two I feel the least confident about in terms of writing. But, everyone who commented on my Eisuke said it felt in character. So, fingers crossed I did okay here too. If not, sorry...

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s domming most of the time, though not always, so he pretty much just goes right into taking care of MC after sex, its’ borderline instinctual. Cleaning them up a bit, looking over any marks he left, etc. He doesn’t even asks just jumps to it, “It’s a master’s job to take care of his pet,” he’ll tease. Truth is he likes tending to his MC and it makes him feel just as good as it does them. Once he’s done, he’ll want some serious cuddles. He’s a pretty soft cuddle bug post orgasm, though if you point it out he’ll pout.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands are his favorite on him, mostly because as an artist they’re very important to him. He’s kind of protective of them at times, sometimes he uses it as a cop out to get out of doing things, but he does generally worry about damaging them. Plus, he uses them to give his Koro pets and love, also extremely important.

On his partner, their ass. Don’t get him wrong, his MC is adorable all over, but his hands tend to gravitate towards her  ass the most. It’s also easier to touch and tease his partner’s ass in public without being noticed. He likes rubbing and giving small grabs to their backside to tease them throughout the day, each time acting like he’s not doing anything.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

During blowjobs he likes pulling out right as he’s about to cum and shooting his load into their open mouth, it’s messier but he loves it. He likes seeing his MC swallow, but he wants to see his cum landing on their tongue and lips. It’s not quite a facial, he’s aiming for the mouth, though he’s not opposed to giving facials either. He likes calling his dick and cum a treat, seeing his MC eagerly swallowing it down in front of him. He also likes cumming on MC, it feels more claiming to him, like he’s leaving them ruined for him. Watching them swallow and cumming on their ass is his favorites.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

During the period of time between Doi stealing his art and joining the auctions; he had a brief worry about income. He was discredited from the world of fine art and had yet to rebuild himself as the “Angelic Artist” or start getting money from the auctions. So, he created an online account that couldn’t be linked to him and started doing commissions. He’s done a lot of furry and fetish art for people. It meant he could keep making art and supplement his income if needed. There is someone out there with a picture of their fursona jerking off and they have no idea it was done by the Angelic Artist.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s never had a serious long term relationship, but he has had a fair amount of one night stands. Before he gets with MC, he tended to be get bored really easy and never really bothered with anything more than having some fun with people. So, he has a fair amount of experience in terms of sex, he knows how to tease and play with partner.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He likes doggy style, c’mon, you knew this was coming. It might be memey or predictable, cause of his Koro stuff. But, he legitimately likes doggy style positions. He struggles with vulnerability even when he’s with MC and usually tries to hide his face when he’s particularly overwhelmed with feelings, so he likes she can’t really see his face and see how much he’s enjoying himself. He likes being in charge most of the time and he likes his MC’s ass. He’ll also likes draping himself over his partner’s back in that position when he wants more skin on skin contact.

Doggy (duh): http://sexpositions.club/positions/140.html

Plain: http://sexpositions.club/positions/131.html  

Concubine: http://sexpositions.club/positions/236.html

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He likes playful teasing of his partner, but his focus is to make them blush; not to make them laugh. He wants sex to be fun but not funny, if that makes sense. He wants to make his partner feel good and loved, he also tends to be more insecure than he likes to let on. If he feels like he’s being laughed at or mocked, he’ll probably get upset. Though once his partner apologizes and explains they weren’t being cruel, which to some extent he already knew, he’ll just use it as an excuse to “punish” his dear Koro

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I personally like the headcanon of him bleaching his hair, I think maidofstars was the person I saw who came up with it. Both of his parents have darker brown hair and he does have that brassy strawberry blonde you get when you bleach dark hair and don’t use any toner. I also, don’t think he has a lot of body hair. Voltage generally tends to make all the men look like they have no body hair in their cgs (which doesn’t always suit the character), but I honestly don’t think Ota grows much body hair. A fact he’s fine with. So, his pubic hair is a small slightly thin patch of darker brown hair. It doesn’t require much upkeep.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Unless something has happened to make Ota feel like him or his partner really need that during sex, he prefers for it to be more dirty and fun. He’d rather show his romantic love through subtle actions in day to day life, he likes sex to be more about just enjoying themselves and the fact he loves them should just be known.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t masturbate much, before he got with his partner, he had casual sex whenever he really needed to get off. Now that he’s with them, he still doesn’t masturbate much. Once in a while, but nothing major. Usually when they’re apart, it’s because he’s working on some artwork. He gets very into his work, so he’s not too concerned about his dick when he’s caught up in his art. If his partner is at work and he starts to feel turned on is, he’d rather go tease them or see if he can get them to take a break than jerk off. He has a few videos bookmarked in a hidden folder on his computer.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Petplay is going to be a big one for Ota and everyone knew this was coming. He likes treating his significant other like a puppy. He’d be completely into them wearing a collar, ears, and a buttplug tail. If they do it without prompting, like he just comes home to them running around as a puppy, it will make him a little weak in the knees. 

Grooming/Taking Care of his partner’s appearance, this might be a little to do with his petplay kink, but he loves grooming his partner. Brushing and blow-drying their hair or cleaning them in the bathtub. He’ll never admit it, but he likes when they return the favor too, remember when he played pet for an epilogue. In the same fine, he finds something very weirdly arousing/intimate about doing MC makeup and hair, he just loves it. 

Assplay, I don’t why I just headcanon him as really liking his MC’s ass. If they’re into it, he wants to finger, eat out, and use toys on their ass. Ota eats ass and no one can tell me otherwise. I don’t know why this is stuck in my brainbox, it just is. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bathroom is a favorite, he really likes bathing with his MC and cleaning each other. So, once they’re both naked and wet, it’s fun to play. His other favorite would be in his art studio, where he and MC first had sex.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing his partner embarrassed and flustered, he thinks it’s so cute and endears them to him. He likes teasing them and their reactions just make him want to keep going. 

Cuddling, he almost has a kink for cuddling, there’s just something so nice about his partner wanting to snuggle into him. Then he feels their body nice and close, so his hands start to wander. 

When he sketches and paints his partner, it almost happens naturally sometimes when his mind wanders while doing art. It catches him off guard that he just unconsciously creates images of them, it makes him want to go find them and get closer to the real thing.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Super dangerous and/or painful kinks are out as well as the grosser ones, He might act and talk like he’s a sadist, but he doesn’t like seeing his partner in pain. He’s not into the really heavy forms of petplay, likes once you start getting into the rubber muzzles or fursuits, he’s out.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves getting his dick sucked. He likes giving head too, but watching MC suck him off is irresistible. He does like playing up the pet and the master thing. So, sloppy face fucks are a favorite of his. He likes telling his Koro to come get their treat; his diiiiick. I’m sorry.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Unpredictable. He likes keeping his partner on their toes and driving them crazy, so he doesn’t keep his pace too consistent. Slow and sensual, then suddenly he’s pounding brutally just to slow down before they can hit their climax. Maybe he’ll let them cum next time, maybe not. Such a tease.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s always teasing and working up his partner when they’re going about their day. So, it’s not uncommon for them to have to get to his suite because he drove them crazy. He loves when he can get his partner’s mind off work and have a quickie. If his partner wants to come by his studio and give him some “inspiration” real quick, he’s not going to turn them down.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves playing with his partner in public, he doesn’t really want to deal with any repercussions if they get caught, but his Koro’s reactions are too cute for him to resist. Remember, in the butler café substory he basically tried to shove his hand down MC’s underwear in the middle of the café. He gives very few fucks. In terms of experimenting, he likes bringing different things up to try. He likes finding out what his partner might like. If they mention something, he’ll probably tease them and act disinterested, but they’re definitely trying it unless it’s a hard no for him.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Despite having a fair amount of experience, Ota is still pretty young. So, I imagine he’s a case of not lasting particularly long but having next to no refractory time. He’s probably about average give or take on how long it takes him to cum, but he can easily cum four times before he needs a real break. Even then his break won’t be long. Benefits of being young.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He starts to amass a small collection of toys once he’s with his MC. He likes teasing his partner with vibes, toys for assplay are also pretty common. Even if they’re not doing the pet play, he likes them having a princess plug or something in. He likes making them feel completely full when they have sex.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Biggest tease to ever tease. He loves finding them during work and just feeling them up in whatever way he can, then walking away like he didn’t do anything. Making them find him once they get desperate enough. He also likes edging them and slight orgasm denial.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s slightly embarrassed about making noises during sex, but he’s definitely a bit noisy. He usually tries to dirty talk to cover it, but he makes a lot of soft gasping type noise, says ‘fuck’ a lot. And sometimes, when it’s more romantic and intimate, he can make noises that sound almost like soft little whines and whimpers. He’ll deny it though.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He’s definitely into remote control vibrators in his partner that he randomly plays with. He likes having as much of his partner’s attention as possible. So, if he can from a distance still be able to steal their attention and tease them, it turns him on. He also likes doing it while they’re in the penthouse lounge and watching them try to work, seeing them frustrated is just too entertaining.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His cock is kind of pretty, if a dick can in fact be pretty. It’s not super long or thick. Around 6-6.5 inches, straight with just a very slight upward tilt. The girth is proportional with the length, not overly thick, but not thin. No super noticeable veins and a rounded head.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High sex drive, he's young and constantly ready to have sex. The only times hes not really into he’s really not into sex is if him and his partner are fighting, he’ hyperfocused on an art piece, or in the mornings. He’s not a morning guy and tends to feel grumpy when he first wakes up.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually gives some form of after care, so he stays awake for that. But, once he’s officially done for the night, he only stays up for a while longer for conscious cuddling. Though they cuddle in their sleep too, but he likes to be awake for a bit to fully enjoy it, then he drifts off.

[squiddybeifong]

Lies

Day Four of the Azula Ship Challenge

Pairing: Tophzula

Notes (on chronology) in tags

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Toph had felt her ages ago. Those confident, unflinchingly steady strides had been present long before Katara had stopped by and at this point they had already made nearly ten circuits around the neighborhood. From within her home the newly appointed chief of police could easily feel her eventual visitor’s nervous heartbeat. With a lazy sigh she flicked her attention back in front of her. A smile bloomed over her face as she felt Bumi’s languid attempts at staying awake for a moment, before she smirked and easily bent the ground beneath her nephew’s feet, hearing his tired squeaks of protest.

“Alright, you little troublemaker. Time for bed!” Ignoring the pout pressed against her shoulder Toph easily carried him into the spare bedroom. Casually tucking him underneath the covers, Toph leaned over and pressed a kiss to the tip of her thumb and poked it against his cheek, spurring him to giggle, albeit sleepily. Hearing as his breathing slowed, the blind woman stood and stretched, feeling the relieving pop! between her shoulder blades as she gathered pillows to block the edges of the bed with.

Closing the door behind her, Toph made her way to the front of the house, leaning against the door frame as her guest’s steps noticed her, subtly faltered in an uncharacteristic moment of hesitation, then marched their way up to her, seemingly as confident as ever.

The earthbender smirked, unable to keep the chuckle out of her voice, “I don’t know why you’re so nervous. It’s not like this is the first time, y’know.”

Azula snorted at that, strolling past the smug bender and into the kitchen. She crossed her arms, her manicured nails tapping against her arm as she looked around the area. Eyes the color of pollen settled on a bottle of fire wine and easily swiped it from its place. The princess casually popped the cork off as she made her way to the living room, her eyes roaming over Toph’s form.

The earthbender had made herself comfortable on the couch, her hair freely flowing out of its bun and her bare toes flexing against the floor. She spread her legs to make room and Azula immediately settled down in between them, laying her head against the earth bender’s shoulder as she took a swig of the liquor.

The blind woman lazily wrapped her arms around her lover, pressing a soft kiss against her cheek as calloused fingers began to trace at the hem of the royal’s shirt. Azula sighed as her muscles slowly started to relax, the tenseness in her shoulders and the throb in between her ears diminishing with every kiss that Toph covered her with.

She turned her head, smiling a bit as her nose was smushed up against Toph’s cheek, and placed the head of the bottle to the blind woman’s lips, watching the smooth movements of Toph’s throat as she drank.

The firebender licked her lips and stood, pulling the shorter woman up with her, “Enough of this, Let’s head to your room.”

Toph smirked as she began to lead her girlfriend to the back, “I’m babysitting Bumi, so you’ll have to be quiet.” She chuckled at that, her teasing voice floating in the quiet of the hallway, “Although, we both know that probably won’t happen.”

Azula snapped a quick pinch to her butt as she passed, pulling her own shirt up and over her head in one quick movement. She pressed a kiss to Toph’s lips, trilling as the earthbender’s fingers rubbed up and down her sides. Toph grinned and kicked the door shut, the click! of the lock going unheard as she kissed her firebender again.

Hours later, the two lay against each other, enjoying the warmth of skin touching and the companionable silence that midnight provided. Despite the calm evening, Azula felt restless. Her leg twitched and her hands refused to stop fiddling with the ends of the earthbender’s hair.  

She gnawed at the inside of her cheek for a moment, watching as the moon futilely attempted to escape from the clouds, its luminescent body being engulfed by the night sky. Something in the sight forced her to speak. Maybe it was the hopelessness of the gesture, the dullness of the night outside, or maybe it was her own imagination.

She curled against her lover until their cheeks were touching, “You know, Agni says that all firebenders are to rise with the sun. That's what makes us so powerful.”

As is sensing her companion’s trepidation, Toph settled in deeper, part of her voice hidden by the covers, “I don’t see how that matters when you’re all alone. The sun does no good if you're in a cave or stuck underground or lost at night. Sometimes the dark is better.”

“But I can't see in the dark.”

Toph grinned and brushed her lips against Azula's, “Neither can I.”

The former royal sighed into the kiss, chuckling into the embrace. A thought came to her and she didn’t hesitate to speak it, “You know, useless as she was, Mother did have good stories.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me one.”

“I often heard her tell Zuzu about Hoan Zi, the woman who lived with a dragon.”

Toph hummed a bit as she leaned back against the pillows, lazily tugging the firebender down next to her. Azula allowed herself a hint of a smile and a moment to get comfortable, resting her head atop her lover's chest and wrapping her arms around her muscular waist.

“You don't seem the fairy tale-loving type.”

“I'm not. But Mother's voice carried whenever she told Zuzu stories and sometimes I couldn't help but listen. Besides, your bad impression of Uncle did remind me of a sorry that Mother was fond of telling often.”

Toph was silent at that, although a small smile settled on her lips as her fingertips began trailing little indiscernible patterns into the princess's side. Azula's brows furrowed for a moment as she thought back to the less intense moments of her childhood; her mother's quiet words floating down the hall, the servants nearly silent steps -- she had made certain that Mother never told any of her silly stories directly in the princess's room, although that didn't stop her from kicking out anyone bothering her as soon as she heard any commotion in her brother's room.

Without even thinking about it, Azula began the story, surprised at how easily the beginning words slipped off her tongue. “Once, shortly after the first Avatar defeated Vaatu, there was an old woman named Hoan Zi. She was a mighty firebender, one blessed by the lion turtles in both power and beauty. However, as was common in the time, neither she nor the other firebenders bent except for rare and practical occasions.”

The princess failed to keep the disgust out of her voice and felt as Toph lightly shook under her, poorly attempting to conceal her amused snorts.

“One day, after delivering her second grandchild, the fifth child of the family that hadn't been blessed with the ability to create fire, she made her way to the underbelly of the lion turtle; where there was no light and the smoke was constant and all consuming. Hoan Zi panicked and kept trying to light a flame, but every time she tried the air seemed to get worse. Eventually, she stoppes fighting and laid down, accepting the end of her life.

“Suddenly, she heard a voice calling her name. 'Hoan Zi!’ the voice whispered, 'Come to me!’ Confused, Hoan Zi crawled until she was sure she would collapse. Then a claw, with each finger as long as her shoulders, grabbed her and covered her face with a cloak. It was Xi, the youngest, boldest, and most merciful of the dragons. Xi crouched down but still stood at over three times Hoan Zi’s height. ‘Do you accept the dark?’ the dragon questioned. ‘Do you accept that firebending is not always the answer?’ Coughing, Hoan Zi answered yes and closed her eyes as he took her to his cave, a monumental burrow made entirely of compressed ash and absolutely devoid of light. Hoan Zi asked for a candle and Xi commanded that she never create light while in this domain. 'Why?’ she asked. The dragon's voice was all she could hear as he boomed, 'Although we are firebenders, you must accept that the light is not always the best. In this life, the light is the enemy. The need for light led to you almost being consumed in smoke. Up above, that need leads to people being burned and feuds being started.’

“Rubbing at her eyes, she asked, 'Is firebending bad then?’ Xi the dragon snorted at her question, 'Of course not. To bend fire is to be the most powerful of beings. But the truth is that the most powerful know when to create fire. Because to have fire is to have light, and the light can be dangerous.’ Hoan Zi was confused and spoke into the darkness: 'How can the light be dangerous? It allows us to see.’

“‘But do you truly need to see? Here in the dark, you are safe and haven't had any trouble surviving. In dangerous situations, the light is extremely evil. It obscures things yet reveals too much and therefore incites panic.’ Xi the dragon paused for a moment and asked, 'Tell me, Hoan Zi, have you noticed the smoke yet?’

“Hoan Zi sniffed the air and noticed the smoke. 'How long has the smoke been here?’ she asked. 'Since the dawn of time,’ answered the dragon. ‘You didn’t notice because there was no light to see it.’

“Hoan Zi turned her face up and implored, 'Tell me, Great Dragon, aren't firebenders supposed to have fire wherever they go, just as the dragons do? We all thrive in the presence of the Sun, yet you insist that light is not always the best and live where light is not allowed to exist. What is the true answer?’

'Xi was quiet for a moment before he spoke, 'Hoan Zi, you have not seen the birth of a firebender in over a generation. But you should remember that a firebender is granted their power at the first breath. Dragons have more abilities than humans, so our power comes as a spark, fanned by our breath and then our wings to create a blaze.’ The dragon's voice hushed to a whisper as he growled out, 'On the underbelly of the lion turtle, we banish the light to prevent the ancient secrets of being revealed. Light cannot exist without dark, but both are good and both are evil. Tell me, Hoan Zi, if there was always light how would the world's secrets be kept? How could one avoid having all their mysteries and all their mistakes broadcasted into everyone's attention? How could one conceal their motives, good or bad?’

“Hoan Zi shook in the darkness, her eyes adjusting to the dark and beginning to see the faint shapes that made up ferocious form of the dragon. Her voice was small as she countered, 'But if all were in darkness no one could ever enjoy the sights that life offers. They could never confess their feelings or see the emotions on another’s face.’

Beneath her, Azula felt as Toph softly shifted against her, tucking her face in the crook of her neck. The firebender took a moment to adjust as her lover wrapped her arms around her torso, then continued, her voice soft.

“Xi the dragon snorted at that, proclaiming, ‘That is why we need both dark and light, Hoan Zi. That is the power that lies within all who can create fire; we can obscure and we can reveal.’ Suddenly, a loud boom! shook the cave and Hoan Zi let out a cry and fell to her feet. Xi stood and flew outside, calling out to her that another human, another firebender, has entered the underbelly. ‘Hoan Zi,’ the dragon called out, ‘I shall return in a few days. I must see if this human accepts the dark. Do you wish to stay?’ Hoan Zi nodded, clasping her hands in thanks and bowing in the direction of the dragon’s voice, ‘I do wish to stay here, Great Dragon. I shall stay until you return.’

Azula furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember the finer details of the tale, but failing to do so. She blamed it on the earthbender’s fingertips slowly running up and down her back. The princess pressed a quick kiss to the side of Toph’s neck, the edges of her mouth quirking up at the little hum she received, and resumed her story.

“Hoan Zi did not know how long she spent waiting in the dark. After what seemed to be an endless amount of hours, she lost her sense of direction and ran into a wall, stubbing her toe against the calcified ash. She cried out and fire flew from her mouth. Hoan Zi stumbled back and fell to the floor, feeling the smoke in her nostrils and the heat in her lungs. ‘Oh Agni!’ she screamed, ‘I have just bent as the dragons do.’ Pressing her fists to her eyes, Hoan Zi began to panic, worrying about what the dragon would say.

“She fretted for hours, trying to think of an explanation. She jumped as she heard the dragon enter, the bones of the firebender rattling in his bag. Xi the dragon growled and rumbled out, ‘Hoan Zi! You dare create fire in my domain!?’ Falling to the floor, Hoan Zi cowered, her pleas for forgiveness drowned out by the dragon’s growls, ‘After you’ve accepted darkness, after I shielded you from injury, let you into my domain, and gave you an opportunity to leave, you firebend and prepare to conceal it from me?’ He roared and fire spurted from his breath. Hoan Zi gasped as she witnessed his form: his massive scales and jagged teeth, his flowing whiskers and slimy eyes.

“Hoan Zi shut her eyes and begged for forgiveness, ‘Please, Great Dragon, I did not firebend as humans do. It came from my breath, I swear!’ At that Xi roared again, the sparks in his mouth revealing the secrets etched on the cave’s walls. ‘Hoan Zi, do you realize what you’ve done? Not only have you dishonored the lion turtle and his blessing, you’ve used the sacred bending techniques of the dragons!’ He snorted to quelch the embers from his face, his eyes narrowing in the darkness. ‘We must ensure that you get away from the underbelly; if any were to find out of your actions, we both shall be destroyed.’

“Hoan Zi thought for a moment, then spoke into the darkness, ‘Tell me, Great Dragon, does the moon’s light ever reach the underbelly of our lion turtle?’ Xi grunted out, ‘Unfortunately, the light does reach the boundary of the underbelly and the shell’s edge. We will have to wait until the moon is black and the clouds work with the smoke to conceal you.’ Hoan Zi frowned and rubbed at her hands, ‘How long shall that take?’

“The dragon sighed out, ‘It will take many, many moons until circumstances are right. You probably shall not return until your grandchildren are having children of their own.’ Hoan Zi accepted her fate and so the two waited at the edge of the underbelly, breathing in the smoke and watching for the clouds. They sat there and days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, months turned to seasons, and seasons turned to years.

“Finally, after waiting for over two decades, the new moon came, black in the sky, and the clouds mixed with the smoke to conceal the path. Hoan Zi bowed in the dragon’s direction and ran off, promising to never reveal her bending, lest they both be destroyed. A few hours later Hoan Zi reached her village and was welcomed back; her grandchildren had children now and all were firebenders. Crying, Hoan Zi told her family of her tale. Her children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren were ecstatic. ‘Dance with us, great-grandmother!’ The children cried out. Hoan Zi danced and enjoyed the feeling of the sun. She tossed her head back and firebent, the flames escaping from her mouth, and in that instant the lion turtle ripped out her bending. Her children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren screamed as she turned to ash, scattering in the wind.”

The air was quiet as Azula’s voice abruptly died out, and in the newfound silence the princess felt acutely ashamed. What of, she didn’t know. Before she could ruminate on the feeling any further Toph moved, sliding down until their temples touched. Her arms tightened against the earthbender’s biceps, but the royal didn’t dare speak first.

“Do you believe that?”

Toph’s voice was soft, pensive in the shadows that cloaked her room.

“Do I believe in the story?” Azula clicked her tongue, her nose scrunching up as she shook her head. “I doubt that a lion turtle could just turn someone into ash. It’s just a silly story that Mother told to Zuko and some of the servants’ children.”

Toph snuggled down closer, enjoying the slick feel of skin against skin. “I meant the stuff about light. That the dark is safe since its private and that the light is cruel.”

“The light is definitely cruel. The day Father was defeated is enough evidence for that.”

“What about in more intimate situations?” Toph chuckled a bit, pressing her lips against Azula’s shoulder, “I’m biased since I don’t know what the light is. I love the privacy of caverns, the assurance that the earth will never blab about my secrets.” She leaned her cheek against her girlfriend’s collar and continued, “I know that the dark is safe, but can the light really be that horrible?”

The princess breathed in deeply as she thought. One of her hands rested atop the blankets and she watched as a flame lit up the tip of her finger, balancing on her nail. “Xi’s words have some merit,” Azula said, “I suppose the light has a habit of keeping its attention on what the light wants, rather than what the world needs.”

She leaned back until she was staring at the ceiling, her pupils growing in the darkness. The sensation annoyed her and she squeezed her eyes shut. “The light is cruel, Toph. It’s selfish and likes to put everything out in the open.” She bit her bottom lip for a moment, adding, “The light’s selfishness is also good, though. I wouldn’t have been able to trust you and get better if not for light. Father wouldn’t have been defeated if not for the light making him overconfident.”

Golden eyes opened to see a sliver of moonlight had snuck in, illuminating their intertwined bodies. Her lips stretched into a sad smile, murmuring against Toph’s collar, “If not for the light, I wouldn’t have been able to fall in love with you.”

The blind woman turned her face, feeling the covers drop down, “I love you too.”

Swallowing thickly, pink lips parted, hopefully, “Forever?”

Toph grinned, the pale glow catching her eyes and the smoothness of her jaw, “Always.” The earthbender snuggled down against her lover’s chest, acutely aware of the soft heat of the moonlight against their bodies, “Will you be here when I wake up?”

Azula bit her bottom lip as she watched the shadows of the night being driven out, shooed away by Yue’s illumination. She nodded slowly, wrapping her arms around Toph’s torso, softly tracing a scar that curved over her shoulder blades. Toph hummed in response, pressing a languid kiss to the valley in between her breasts. Her blind eyes closed and Azula’s nervous, fluttering heartbeat lulled her to sleep.

The earthbender woke to the painfully warm glare of sunlight on her face and grumbled as she flung her arm over her eyes. She breathed in, held it for a few seconds, then released the air, feeling the stillness in her room. The blind woman didn’t need to feel the sheets beside her to know that they were empty and had been cold for a while.

Her lips curved upwards and a bubble of laughter rose up in her chest. She allowed herself a few moments of mirth, accepting the tears collecting in the corners of her eyes and blaming them on the hilarity of the moment.

The covers on the bed ruffled as she laughed, running her calloused hands over the cool sheets. She smiled, her whole body humming in warmth as it soaked up the sun’s rays.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Fic, An Anxious Touch, 3

Hey everybody. Y’all like it when I write Anxiety angst, don’t you? Anyways, I started a thing from a prompt I got where Anxiety can transfer negative emotions and injuries through skin to skin contact and people wanted a third part. Well, @pretty-mr-sanders made a post about Roman having scars from fighting. Combine that with my obsession with angst and weird fascination with the idea of a living breathing person shattering like porcelain, and you’ve got the inspiration for a part 3. This takes place after the first two I wrote, so I’ll put the links right under this.

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Warnings: Injuries. Blood. Long term injuries. Self hatred. Panic attack. Body horror? 1,908 words.

Abstract: Roman knows something is up. The question is, does he say something about it?

Roman stumbled into his royal bedroom. He put pressure on his shoulder where red was slowly seeping into his shirt. It had been a hard day.

Sometimes… well, sometimes the wounds from daydreams don’t go away. Most days it’s just fun. He pretends to get a few injuries to make it more exciting and then they just go away when he’s done. Other days though, it represents something. He’s working through something, or maybe one of the others said something hurtful. Perhaps he finally accepted that a dream Thomas has is impossible. On those days, he tends to lose his battles. Even in the lofty world of his fairy-tale kingdom he can’t fight off an entire army, or the mythical beast is allowed a lucky hit.

It was Anxiety that had caused this one, though he would never know it. Anxiety had just been going on and on about how magic doesn’t exist in the real world, and then Logic had joined in. Patton didn’t seem bothered by this. He had tried to console Roman with talk about how amazing the real world is and how some things are better than magic, but it hadn’t helped.

Frustrated beyond words, Roman had conjured up an army of orcs. Horrible, nasty things straight out of the world of Tolkien. He had worked himself up into a frenzy, decapitating and impaling the nasty creatures left and right, yelling and screaming, letting black blood stain his precious white shirt. Then one of them had embedded his axe in the prince’s shoulder. Now there was red mixing in with the black and brown.

He angrily threw off his shirt and undershirt and pulled a medical kit out of a box he kept under his vanity.

He looked in the mirror and winced. All of his past scars were visible now. Some days they disappeared, or at least appeared faint. However, whenever he got a new one or Thomas was having a particularly bad day they became extremely visible. Painfully so. There was a reason he wore long sleeves. You never know when a bad mood will strike.

He gingerly cleaned the wound and began sewing it up. It was done quickly. He had experience with this kind of thing.

Roman looked in the vanity mirror again in disgust. Scars did not look good on Thomas, he decided. Other people could definitely look fine with injuries, but…

Wait. That was a very anxiety type thing to be thinking about. Why was he thinking like that? Only Anxiety used the “nobody except Thomas is ugly” line.

Roman looked at his reflection closer. There weren’t as many scars. A burn he had on his side from a fight lost with a highly symbolic dragon witch was gone. A few crack shaped scars from when he had shattered were missing. The bite marks on the back of his neck from fighting a wolf were gone.

Why did this trigger something? What was he trying to remember?

Anxiety felt sore. He didn’t know why. He hadn’t exactly been hurt lately. If anything, he had been the one inflicting damage. He hadn’t hurt himself in years. Why was he feeling so sore?

He thought back to a few weeks ago when he had taken Prince’s injuries. Could this be something left over from that? Had Logan been slightly hurt when he gave him his fear the other day after the Tumblr post incident?

Anxiety took a deep breath and decided to check his body. He usually didn’t do that because he still had some problems with Thomas’ body, but he could suck it up for just long enough to see what was wrong.

Anxiety took off his hoodie and faced the mirror in his side bathroom. He took a breath and then pulled the black t-shirt off.

Scars. A large old burn had appeared on his side. There were traces of repaired cracks going up his right arm. A new bite mark on his neck that looked like it had come from a canine of some sort.

Well, that was new.

Roman wracked his brain. Something was fuzzy. Something wasn’t right. This had something to do with Anxiety. He knew it. Something, something to do with Anxiety. How did he know that though? How, how did he know that?

A few days ago. The Tumblr post. Anxiety had stopped Thomas from going to a party. What had happened? Okay Roman you’re not the best at reasoning. That’s Logan’s job, but you can figure this out. You’re smart. You can do this. What does this have to do with Anxiety? Why did he know this has something to do with what happened the other day?

Roman. Oh, Roman. You idiot.

Anxiety knew exactly what this was. Roman had been lying when he said he never kept his scars. Patton was open about how many scars he had. Roman claimed he had none. No. Anxiety saw now. He had scars that only appeared during times of extreme stress. This must have been from a few weeks ago when he had taken Roman’s bruises and bad memories. Some of the scars had transferred over.

These were pretty significant scars. What if Roman realized they were gone? Oh, lord. What if he remembered what Anxiety can do?

Roman gripped at his hair, trying to remember. Come on man, think. Think. How is this related to Anxiety?

A flash. Limping in Morality’s suburbs. When had that happened? Another flash. Valentine’s day. Doubt. A hand touch. The small ghost of a bruise teased at him from his back. Another flash. A tiny child dressed in a rude t-shirt, chasing him. The little boy grabbed him by the arm and tacked him and Prince felt his fear building.

“No, take it back! Take it back! I’m scared!”

“So am I, Prince! Take it! Take it!”

Prince sucked in air like he had just been underwater. He gasped and sputtered for air. Anxiety had been able to do that this entire time. His skin. His feelings. That idiotic, villainous bitch.

Anxiety held his hoodie closer. That idiot Prince was going to find out. He was going to figure it out and tell the others. After all the work he had done to hide it from them. After all the years of distancing himself and quietly stealing bad memories from them in their sleep. It would all be for nothing.

He waited there for the inevitable. Pain built up in his chest. Panic slowly built. He let it. It might prove to be useful later.

Prince couldn’t teleport directly into Anxiety’s room. Something was blocking him. He found the door and began throwing the weight of the side of him that wasn’t injured against it.

Anxiety heard the wood of his door begin to crack and splinter. He was here. He was enraged beyond words. Anxiety could smell it. The sickly odor of fear and anger. He knew it too well. Let him come. See if it helps him any. He’s only hurting himself.

Prince bust the door down. He walked in, eyes glowing red. Anxiety wasn’t phased by this one bit. He hid his oncoming panic attack well behind an evil smile.

“You lying witch!” Prince yelled. “All these years. All these years you could take or leave bad things and you just… I don’t even know what!”

Anxiety growled a little in his throat, his own fear and anger starting to show through. “Oh, like you never kept anything from us?” he pulled off the right side of his hoodie and showed Prince the crack like scars on his arm. “Do you want these back? I’ll give ‘em to you,” he said coldly.

Prince took a moment to cool off. “No, I cannot say that I do, but why did you keep this from us? Does Thomas know?”

“Obviously he does, moron. It’s how he visualizes me getting him to suddenly worry about things,”

“Why do you inflict things on us?” Roman demanded

“Well, first of all, I help you sometimes. You just don’t remember it. As for why I sometimes give you my problems, well, I’ve never given you the full package. Would you like to try?”

Roman took a step back as the room grew darker. He didn’t know what to think. He started running. Anxiety followed, but this was his turf. It didn’t take long for his walls to catch the foolish prince.

Anxiety cornered Roman and took hold of his wrists. Anxiety was incredibly strong, and Roman couldn’t break free.

Panic grew in his chest. It felt like he was dying. His mind only became fixated on just how frightened he was, but he didn’t even know what he was afraid of. Time lost meaning. It was like he always had been and forever would be this panicked and lost, struggling to breathe.

Then suddenly, it faded away. He looked up and realized he was sitting on the ground. At some point Anxiety had taken his hoodie off and tied it around his waist. Prince’s top shirt with the red sash was tucked into his belt. Anxiety’s arms were holding his. There was a wet spot slowly growing on Anxiety’s shoulder.

Prince swallowed and reached for his injured shoulder. Anxiety let him. The injury was gone.

“If you don’t want it back, I’d suggest you keep this between us,” Anxiety said throwing Prince’s shirt at him.

Roman paused for a moment but then got up quickly.

“Halt!” he said.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Anxiety said, calmly walking away.

“At least let me patch it up. It needs stitches,” Roman said.

Anxiety paused and turned around. “You’re… offering to help me?”

“Must I pretend I was not shocked when I discovered you helped me? I’ll take part of the attack for now, though I don’t see how you possibly act normal when you’re feeling like that. I do not like you, but I cannot let you bleed for longer than necessary,”

Anxiety thought for a moment. He thought about the hoodie tied around his waist. He didn’t want to stain it…

“That involves more touching,” Anxiety said.

“I do not mind. Just don’t make it that intense again. Please,”

Anxiety sighed and walked over to Roman who put a hand over the t-shirt sleeve on Anxiety’s undamaged shoulder and then snapped his fingers.

Anxiety sat on Roman’s bed as the other personality trait carefully disinfected and sewed up his wound. Anxiety let some of the last bits of the attack flow into Roman, but only the feelings that wouldn’t distract him. He didn’t want his makeshift surgeon to have a hard time moving, after all.

After the wound was closed and bandaged, both were extremely tired. Anxiety put his hoodie on and Roman replaced his regal outer shirt. Roman carefully helped Anxiety up without touching his hands.

Anxiety sighed. “If you’re thinking about letting me sleep here that’s probably not a good idea. I tend to cause problems when I don’t sleep in my own area,”

Prince nodded and Anxiety let Roman carry him bridal style back to his room and place him on the bed. Roman snapped his fingers and a new door appeared in place of the one he had broke. As he turned to leave, Anxiety spoke.

“Hey Princey,”

“What is it, Anxiety?”

“None of this ever happened, got it?”

“Understood,”

And with that, Roman quietly shut the door.