#i need to write all of them down or else i WILL forget

[angelicscz]

ྀིྀི.˚ jax headcanons

a complication of general & relationship jax headcanons

↳ before you read: lowercase intended, gn reader, written after ep 5 - before ep 6, ooc jax (?), terribly rushed, not proff read.

first of all; this guy is a massive jerk, he knows it, you know it, we all know it and it's a fact. nobody really likes him besides perhaps pomni, everyone else tolerates him; 'cause what can they do about his antics?

let's not forget about the fact that he has keys to everyone's room, he pranked everyone at least once. i'd like to say that he pranked ragatha and gangle the most. kinger is the one whom jax pranks the least.

he secretly cares about everyone, as i said before he has the keys to everyone's room, he has them not only for his stupid pranks but for emergencies as well. he was once too late to help his friend ribbit (the character that we saw on the door in ep5) and couldn't get to open the door. imagine you couldn't help the only person who truly cared for you in this forsaken cirsus. imagine knowing that they're getting abstracted on the other side of the door and you can't do anything about it.

build his walls up high, if you were to break them to see the true him it'd take a while. he hides his insecurities and problems behind his obnoxious personality, yet deep down he wants to be heard. he wants to be comforted but he wouldn't take the comfort well, generally would be really awkward about it.

despises crying in front of anyone, despises voicing his needs, despises talking about his past life in a serious manner, despites being ignored even though everyone is telling each other to just "ignore him".

canonically he's the youngest in the cirsus; he's twenty-two (22) so theoretically he had it the worst as he had the whole life ahead of him just for it to be taken away in the blink of an eye. he could've start his own business, start a family, explore the world and so much more, but again everyone in the cirsus had to experience the shock of the new world, new body, new name and the unfortunate memory loss.

in the real world he'd listen to msi, have black nails and be the type of person to work night shifts. :p

he journals to keep his sanity!! tried to keep track of the days trapped in the cirsus but lost track after a few months. at first he used to journal everyday but he rarely writes anything in it these days, but when it does you bet he'll write out like 3 pages. has a small list of what everyone is startled by and a small list of all of caine's adventures.

he is really expressive, his ears show his emotions really well and he gestures with his hands all the time when he talks, often exaggerating everything. body language can tell you everything!!

him catching feelings for someone in the cirsus would be extremely rare as he really doesn't take the digital world seriously, but it is possible; a really really slow slow burn. now he wouldn't even realize when he caught feelings for you, it just slowly progressed into something more than friends.

I like to think that the moment he realized he had a crush on you is when he was journaling and started writing about you, a lot about you or someone like ragatha or zooble point his obvious different behaviour when it comes to you.

its subtle but it's there: the way his voice slightly softens when talking to you, the way he always soughts to be at your side, the way he's staring at you from across the room, the way his pranks are even more harmless, the way he doesn't actually walk into your room and makes obvious loud noises to signal that he's here; he wouldn't knock though.

jax's love language is quality time and acts of service. he is very observant, he already knows you will need something before you do.

terrible at giving affection, even worse at receiving it. PDA is a no no for him unless he is the one who initiates it. please don't hug him out of the blue in front of the others, poor boy will be so awkward and flushed. HOWEVER he loves giving you suprise kisses, hugging you from behind, silently telling everyone you're his. and he is yours.

A TEASE, talks big but if you tease him back? he might actually explode.

twirling strands of your hair around his fingers, playing with the hem of your clothes, a hand on your waist, on your back is how he expresses his affection and love for you. further into the relationship he'll get more comfortable with bigger acts of affection like hugging and kissing.

actually goes crazy over how you see him, it was the worst in the crushing state. he doesn't want you thinking badly of him, he doesn't want you listening to others how terrible he is. his mood WILL change whenever you're mad at him. he will try to apologize in his own way, acting like its not that big of a deal in front of you knowing damn well he couldn't sleep because of it and sweated his ass off.

wouldn't know how to comfort you if you started crying in front of him or he found you crying in your room or really anywhere in the cirsus. would just look at you first, stare. you'd think that he's judging you but he really doesn't know what to do. after a while he'd just sit next to you and wait for you to open up or tell him to fuck off. he genuinely doesn't want you abstracting, anyone but you.

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[cherrygarcia-07]

Hi Cherry! I just saw that your requests are open, and I was wondering, what are your Spencer headcannons? Like in a relationship but maybe also in general?

aaaah thank you so much for asking I love making up little spencer scenarios in my head !! apologies if these aren’t that interesting they’re just the thoughts off the top of my head but thank you for giving me an opportunity to ramble about him :3

in a relationship

(i’m a firm bisexual spencer believer so these are all gender neutral)

-he’s a big cuddler. i feel like that’s a generally excepted one in the community but like that man hangs on like a koala. there’s times when he’s overwhelmed and needs to be alone, but there’s more times when he just wants to be as physically close to his partner as possible and live in their skin . also he looooves to be the little spoon.

-speaking of, he’s kind of like a great dane with lap dog syndrome. he kind of forgets how big he is when he wants to lie on top of his partner or cuddle up into them. think how he always tries to curl up on the jet with his big long legs folded all awkwardly lol

-he’s not a huge pet name user, at least not at first. honestly, he loves to just use his partner’s name because it’s theirs and he loves them and how their name feels in his mouth. however the pet names he uses are classic ones, like honey or sweetheart (i’m a big sweetheart spencer enthusiast) and they often come out when his partner is upset/stressed and he’s calming them down. in my opinion he wouldn’t really use baby himself but he would melt when it’s used on him. i think he’d probably also come up with some cute nickname personal to his partner, something unique referencing some kind of inside joke or book they read together.

-if his partner doesn’t speak english as their first language you bet he is learning their native language as soon as possible. he loves the way they light up and speak with more confidence in their native language and he wants them to be able to do that freely. if you walked into his apartment you’d find stacks and stacks of books about their culture and their home country.

-he matches his ties and sometimes his mismatched socks to his partner’s outfit on date night. it’s something silly that makes the two of them happy, and he really just loves making the effort for them. he likes everybody he walks past to know that he’s theirs.

-biiiiig love letter writer/note leaver. literally words are his love language. he thinks it’s magic how they can have so much power, how many ways you can use them to say i love you in a million different ways. the letters he writes are like something out of an old timey romance novel, like they were literally written at his desk in the candlelight with ink and a quill. he also loves leaving little notes around for his partner with quotes from poems and literature. (he also doodles on them a lot)

-in relation to that this man is SO romantic but literally has no idea. he’s not even trying to be. he knows he’s not the type for grand gestures or big public displays like he sees in movies so he thinks he has no game but then he’ll turn around and hand his partner a poem he read and say some shit like “the line about the sunset reminded me of how beautiful you looked in the light of the refrigerator that time we danced in the kitchen.” (or something much more elaborate than that but i have no game myself to think of an example). he’s romantic in the small gestures, in the flowers he picks for them on the walk home because he thought they were pretty, in the way he holds his jacket over their head when it’s raining to protect them, in everything he does.

-he loves parallel play. his brain is always working overtime around other people so with his partner he loves that the two of them are so comfortable enough with one another to just sit and co exist and not worry about anything else. he’s just happy to be near them.

-he lets out his goofy side in his relationships. think his clint eastwood impression or the karaoke scene. his partner is always sitting through impressions of various characters from different things, or listening to him awkwardly singing along to his old records as he cleans or brews his coffee. he’ll tell them all the stupid puns and jokes he can think of even if he laughs at them harder than they do.

in general

-he gets along so well with old ladies. like they love him so much he’s practically an old lady in his heart. i think when not in work he craves something mundane or normal, so he joins a knitting club or a book club or something with a bunch of old ladies and he either joins in all their chatting or just sits back and listens to them gossip.

-speaking of… he is such a gossip. he will deny it til the end of the earth but he is. he can be trusted with secrets and he’ll never tell anything private or sworn to secrecy but sit him and garcia in a room together and everyone’s petty business is getting aired.

-on that note he lowkey loves reality tv. another thing he completely denies. he’ll say it’s boring or not appealing to him but if someone is watching it around him they’ll catch him lingering quietly in the background. if asked he’ll say he’s studying their behaviour or something like that but really he’s just kinda messy.

-loves jim henson. the muppets, labyrinth, everything. it’s just wacky and weird and wonderful which is everything he is but he’s also fascinated by puppetry and everything that goes into the craft and making the shows/movies and it’s something he loves to infodump about.

-on halloween he keeps candy by his front door for trick or treaters in the apartment building and he goes all out for them. he buys a mask or a simple costume for himself and maybe makes a silly monster noise when he opens the door to make them laugh, and of course after that he compliments all their costumes and tells them they look awesome. in my opinion he was never taken trick or treating as a kid and as a lover of halloween he wants to make it special for all the kids that stop by.

-like everything he owns is from vintage/antique stores, especially all his trinkets and oddities. a perfect afternoon for him is just strolling the stores with a cup of coffee in his hand. he always tries to find out the history of the items he’s buying from the owners and he feels especially attached if whatever it is has a little story behind it. they’re also just a great excuse for him to ramble. if someone is in his apartment and compliments something he gets to break out into his ‘it’s made of this kind of ceramic and it was made in this year and comes from this country’ and he just loves doing that so much.

-he has an old old teddy bear that he treasures. it was either his as a young boy or his mums when she was a kid. it’s worn, it’s weathered but that’s what makes it charming. he doesn’t play with it or anything but its comforting to have around. he props it up on his pillows every morning when he makes his bed, or sometimes sits it on the other side of the chess board when he’s playing by himself. he might talk to it a little occasionally, like narrating the chess game or apologising when he wakes up and finds it on the floor.

-he corrects staff at museums or exhibits and stuff if there’s any misinformation and they lowkey find him annoying for it but i think it’s endearing. he’s just passionate about the facts and that’s okay.

-loooooves rainy weather. not necessarily to be in it but just to sit at his window and watch with a book in his hands and a cup of coffee next to him. he finds it cosy and relaxing, like white noise for when his brain is going a thousand miles a minute.

-he keeps notebooks for everything. he has one where he writes about his pet fish, their names and personalities and anything cute or amusing they did that day. he makes up little stories for them, like if two of them are acting odd he’ll write that they’re bickering and speculate why. he also has a notebook full of book reviews and essays that he writes just for fun, because to him reading is only half the fun and the rest of it comes in the analysis.

sorry i went on for SOOOO long but I just love talking about this man so much he’s the love of my life😭 i hope this was enjoyable for you!!!

[clairewritesfanfics]

imagine being reader when some fucking guy shows up claiming to be your dead brother. at least he brought alfred though? what do you think finding out he was kind of her favorite sibling even though he was literally dead for most of her time with the waynes would do to him?

Reader would be very suspicious because even for all Gotham's wackiness, bringing the dead back to life is a whole new can of worms.

Anyway, I've actually been writing a short scenario for when Jason learns about you from Alfred:

Jason stood inside your room. It was one of the smaller spaces in the manor, but Alfred said you chose it because it was right across from Jason's childhood bedroom.

Bruce and Tim closed it off “to prevent contamination of the crime scene” after you vanished, but after a whole month of examination, Alfred put his foot down and removed the tape, especially now that Jason was here. The elderly butler believed that it would be, if not therapeutic, then fair to tell the boy about his sister. 

He walked over to your bed, he recognized his collector' s edition of A Little Princess. It was a laminated hardback with an illustration of Sara Crewe in a beautiful dress, holding her doll, Emily. Jason remembered saving his allowance to purchase it and was super protective of the book; he never let Bruce touch it because the old man had a bad habit of dog-earing pages. However, the novel was carefully closed with a plain, flexible bookmark to prevent any marks or ripping. Dick, that asshole, would have kept the book open and left it face-down until the spine cracked. 

“She was very fond of children’s literature. She devoured your Diana Wynne Jones collection in two weeks,” Alfred said. “I had to use the master key to get her out of her room. I believe she lost three kilograms because she kept forgetting to eat.”

Jason didn’t know whether he should laugh or get mad at your recklessness. “That’s impressive,” he finally replied. 

Two weeks? Credit where credit was due. He’s been lost in books before but even he needed breaks when he read that collection. 

Alfred chuckled and another silence fell between them. 

Jason looked around and then approached your desk. Your computer was still plugged in, illuminating the ink-filled page of a yellow legal pad. Balls of crumpled paper littered your table and overflowed from the waste basket. 

There was also a notebook, a planner of some kind, along with a calculator. 

“She was considering college,” Alfred explained as Jason picked up the planner full of numbers and computations. “She didn’t speak much of it, but she mentioned wanting to pursue literature or education. I don’t understand why she didn’t approach Master Bruce about it, I’m afraid.”

Jason stared at the numbers. You crossed out most of the expensive and so–called prestigious schools. 

He then put down the notebook. “I do.”

#end#

This is really more of a love letter to Jason than anything else. My boy's been through so much, I just wanted him to have someone to care for and who can potentially care for him more than anybody else in his family.

[odds-group]

Avoided Kiss

Pairing: March 7th, Himeko, Stelle, Kafka, Silver Wolf, Asta, The Herta, Ruan Mei, Serval, Seele, Natasha, Bronya x GN! Reader (all separate)

Genre: Fluff

They try to give you a kiss, and you avoid it??? You caught them off guard.

A/n: no warnings needed, just be cautious, cuz I can promise that most of them are NOT happy. 😓

Astral Express

March 7th

All dramatic about it.

She is NOT happy with you too much.

Especially if you did it to tease her, or as a joke.

Expects a new plushie.

And chocolate, cuddles, finished with a movie in bed.

But seriously you now owe her.

Still playfully pouting.

Himeko

Surprised for sure.

I meannnn.

Have you seen the way she acts?

She prob expects you to be all over her the first move.

But no, you simply dodged it.

Quietly apologizes before going back to her normal self.

Now she expects YOU to kiss her first, you just screwed yourself.

Stelle

YOU DID NOT

NOOO MY BBG STELLE

Our precious raccoon lady feels so bad and guilty.

She deserves a kiss for that.

She's sulking in the corner :(

Apologizes before digging through a trash can to make herself feel better.

Stellaron Hunters

Kafka

Do you hate yourself?

Let's be honest.

You're madly in love with this woman.

You would never reject a kiss from this woman.

If you would

Oh boy, where do I start

Everything she says afterwards is both a threat and her flirting

AT THE SAME TIME

You're doomed

Nothing else for me to say safely

Wishing you luck xoxo

Silver Wolf

Omg 😭

It is such a rare thing to happen

And now you're rejecting it.

I hope you're ready to wait 927383738271 years before she tries again.

Lol all jokes aside,

She's just going back to her games.

Ofc she feels a little offended, but she's not going to make you feel uncomfortable.

She loves you too much for that

She's waiting though, waiting for you to realize it's prob not going to happen again.

Wolfie deserves a kiss for that though :(

Herta's Space Station

Asta

Immediate panic.

She's scared 😭

Please don't report her to HR

Girl kinda needs her job

I meannnn

How is she going to support peppy?

She's probably already spent all her trust fund money.

She feels so bad.

And apologies constantly

She's probably avoiding you for at least a couple days.

Just expect to find little snacks around with apologies written on them.

The Herta

BHAHAHHAHA

Oh you're actually serious

She is actually so offended even I'm scared.

Literally scoffs in your face.

You bruised her ego :( (it was funny do it again)

Suddenly decides she has better things to do.

Definitely making a plan to successfully kiss you though.

Ruan Mei

OH LAWRDDD

SHE AIN'T MISSING NEXT TIME

But you will be safe for at least the next month 😌

BUT BEWARE 👹

She will be taking her chances and making you more down bad for her.

So that kiss is even more sweet and wanted <3

All apart of her elaborate plan of making you madly in love with her

Belabog

Serval

More than likely hitting on you afterwards

Idk I can just feel the gayness coming off of her

You two will be making out next you both are alone

There are no exceptions

Teasing as payback

You gonna pay for it somehow.

Seele

Okay she didn't even expect her self to do that

And for you to avoid it too??

Poor girl

Will ask for you to forget it

But poor girl can't forget it herself

She's just constantly thinking about what it meant and how she feels

Please give her a kiss :(

Natasha

Congratulations

You just made the gentle giant feel guilty 😐

I hope you're happy with yourself

Now you have to make the first move

but she genuinely is worried that she made you uncomfortable

She will be apologizing for the next couple times you two see each other.

Bronya

She feels so bad :(

How dare you do that to my overworked bbg

She deserves the world

And you deny her a kiss :(

She'll def write about her feelings in a journal

But that journal will never see the light of day.

She won't try until you do

And when you do she won't avoid.

A/N: dividers are not mine but I forgot who I got them from 😭. If they see this I am so sorry 😭😭

[namelessgoose]

Travel related headcanons for the papas! ✈️🌴

I started these when I had down time traveling a while back and I just remembered I did that so I finished it up and yeah!! This is my first time writing out something like this to post so … be nice 😅

Nihil:

- He throws a bunch of random things in his bag with no sense of organization and then needs someone else to fix it for him and will complain about how they organize it because “he had a system” (there was no system)

- He takes his sweet time in the TSA line, no sense of urgency at all. If his bag gets stopped he immediately starts arguing.

- On the actual trip, he cannot stick to a schedule, he’s the least punctual person in existence.

Primo:

- He’s very preplanned and organized without having to put in much effort. He’s able to pack right before he leaves and packs pretty minimally.

- His bags get through TSA easily, that’s not to say that he doesn’t have anything illegal on him. He has his ways. Don’t worry about it!

- HATES airports. Too many loud people who can’t figure out how to do simple things.

- He doesn’t do anything on the plane. He just sits there. What’s he thinking about? Who knows.

- His trips are generally for business only, he doesn’t enjoy traveling very much. Though, he will stop to see the nature of the area if there’s some.

Secondo:

- Secondo is absolutely an overpacker, but denies it completely. But not in the “i’m bringing 10 pairs of underwear just in case I shit my pants every single day” way, no. Like he’s bringing 5 different kinds of cologne and way too many outfit choices (thinking about that one picture where he’s in that very eccentrically decorated room that was scrapped from Papaganda i believe) And he is able to give serious rationale for everything he brings.

- Hates airports just as much as Primo. His bag gets stopped at TSA every time without fail for absolutely no reason.

- I don’t think he travels much outside of clergy duties BUT if he has to go on a trip for business, he absolutely makes the most out of it… he might get a bit distracted and not fulfill some of the business duties.

Terzo:

- Terzo is packed and planned WELL in advance. He knows exactly what he’s wearing everyday and has alternate outfits depending on the weather. He has all of his essentials and his bag is well organized. He always makes reservations with timed out schedules, but isn’t afraid to deviate from the plan to do what he feels like at that moment.

- Though, he really doesn’t like planes. Not that he’s scared of them, the elevation just gives him a headache. He brings a book to read to try to distract himself, but it usually doesn’t work very well.

- Even if a trip is technically for business, he’s able to make the absolute best of it. I think he’d like to travel for pleasure as well. Honestly, I think he would be the best to travel with.

Copia:

- Unlike Secondo, he is definitely the “packing 10 pairs of underwear just in case i shit my pants every single day” type of packer. Overpacks because you never know what could happen. And even with his overpacking, he definitely forgets something essential and has to get it overpriced at the airport. He also procrastinates packing until the last minute which doesn’t help either.

- Doesn’t like sleeping at hotels. Hell, he has trouble sleeping at home. The cold and unfamiliar hotel room is definitely not going to help him out in that regard.

- He only travels for clergy business, so it’s all planned for him. He tries so hard to adhere to what he’s supposed to do that he stresses himself out. He’s able to get it all done though, despite the chaos.

- His ghouls make sure he lets himself relax and actually enjoy the trip at some point when there’s time so he’s not just overworking himself.

Perpetua:

ngl i don’t have a great grasp on his character yet, i can’t wait until i see him at my ritual!!!

- He seems like the type who comes off very planned and put together, but is totally just going off vibes.

- I have a feeling that those claws aren’t getting though TSA easily

Wow you made it to the end! I’m not really anticipating anyone really reading this lmao BUT if anyone wants any of these ideas developed some more or if you have any of your own travel related hcs for them, feel free to drop something in my ask box :3

[lets-date-everything]

Oh gosh hi!! Would I be able to humbly request (if you're willing/comfortable doing so) ANYTHING involving Freddy? 😭🙏 Maybe something with cuddles, kisses even??? I'll even take angst, there's next to nothing for him and I'm DESPERATE 😭😭😭 Thank you so much!!! I hope you have an amazing day!!!

(Also I follow your sideblog and I love your writing, I'm so excited to see what you write here!!!)

Yesss, Freddy my beloved! I adore him so much it's unreal. I hope you enjoy!

Freddy Yeti x female MC

Freddy learns there’s more than one way to start the day right

Waking up and putting on the Dateviators had become the best part of her day.

When she slipped them over her eyes, the colours deepened, light sharp as cut glass on chrome. The kitchen brightened at the corners, but none of it mattered, not with Freddy standing by the island, leaning over a mixing bowl, the soft blue of his hair tumbling around his face.

His smile could light a room, and it did, spreading wide when he saw her at the kitchen doorway.

“Morning, Cool Kid,” Freddy called, grinning. “You want breakfast? I’ve got croissants proving, or I can fry up something proper: eggy bread, mushrooms, the works. You need something in you before you start your day.”

She shook her head, a soft laugh caught behind her teeth. “No, thank you. Maybe later.”

Freddy’s brows shot up. “No breakfast? Nah, you’re not getting away with that. Breakfast is important. Skipping it’s basically a crime in this house, you know.”

He stepped towards her, wiping floury hands on a tea towel, that familiar warmth radiating off him in waves. “Come on, sit yourself down. I’ll—”

She reached for him before he could finish, tugging gently at the fluffy neckline of his coat. Freddy froze, mid-ramble, eyes going wide. She pressed up on tiptoe—he was so much taller like this—then kissed him, slow and certain. It was meant to be chaste, a gentle shush, but Freddy made a soft sound, surprise melting into something else entirely.

His hands stilled, but his mouth softened, returning the kiss before he even realised he was doing it. His lips were plush, tasting faintly of coffee and vanilla. The tea towel slipped from his fingers, fluttering to the floor.

“Mm,” Freddy murmured when she drew back, his cheeks tinged an electric blue, just beneath the skin. “That’s… one way to make me forget my argument.”

She smiled, breathing just a little faster. “You were getting a bit bossy.”

Freddy huffed, but there was no heat to it. “That’s because I care. I want you fed, happy—” He caught himself, and something flickered behind his eyes. Vulnerable. “—all right, I’ll shut up, but you do know I’m going to spend all morning thinking about that, now, right? Not fair, coming in here looking like that.”

She only laughed, stepping in close again. “Looking like what?”

“Absolutely beautiful.” Freddy’s voice was lower now, quiet, almost shy. “Even in your pajamas.”

She ran her fingers down his arm, feeling the soft press of muscle beneath, the warmth radiating through his coat. “Maybe you should worry less about me, and more about what you want.”

He blinked, a slow, lazy smile curling his mouth. “Careful. Say something like that and I’ll forget about baking altogether. I’ll be absolutely useless the rest of the morning. You want to be responsible for that?”

She shrugged, helplessly fond. “I’ll risk it.”

For a moment, nothing moved. Then Freddy’s hands slid to her waist, large and careful, as if she were something breakable. He dipped his head, brushing his nose along her jaw, warm breath ghosting her cheek. “All right,” he whispered, “but you’ll let me make you breakfast after, yeah?”

Her laughter was lost against his lips, his tusks bumping against her teeth, all the warmth of home pressed close between them.

[stargainer11]

LATE NIGHT SHIFT

Pairing: Tryst x reader

Tags: porn with plot, gentle sex, piv sex, slight aftercare, slight angst, mild fluff, post canon I GUESS (cause we will never know what happened next), injuries

"The young people today seem to be growing up slowly. I don't know why. Maybe they don't need to grow up before their time. One of my good friends got married and had a child at the age of 18, and was ordained as a Baptist minister. Maybe it's for the best, but they'll have a wild youth."

This was Tryst's opinion about his two new acquaintances, schoolgirls, with whom he engaged in illegal small-time business, if I may say so, even though he was barely older and certainly not more responsible than they were.He tried not to tell you anything, putting too much emphasis on the secrecy of this matter. And other things such as the sale of pills.

"If I tell you, they'll arrest you for counterfeiting if the FBI or some other shit comes after me." He told you. "No, it's better for you not to know, it's safer."

"Who needs you, like they don't have other things to do than catch schoolgirls and their dealers." You replied, laughing.

One night, you were sitting at your computer when you felt a vibration on your desk. It was your phone, and the screen displayed a combination of numbers that you didn't recognize. You stared at the phone for a moment before answering the call. However, you didn't say anything; instead, you remained silent, and there was a deathly silence on the other end of the line for the first two seconds, accompanied by a distinctive crackling sound.

"Hello?" came a hesitant voice.

A little earlier, Tryst was driving down an empty road that was wet from a recent cold rain, aggressively banging on the steering wheel with his cast on his finger, while checking the rear-view mirror to see if anyone was following him. His adrenaline had subsided a bit, and he was feeling sleepy, so he opened the window a little to let the cold night air keep him awake. He turned off the highway and parked on the side of the road. He opened the glove compartment and took out a spare flip phone, almost blindly dialing your phone number as the light from the headlights barely illuminated the interior.

He saw that you had answered the call and put the phone to his ear.

– Hello – He said.

– Who is this?

– This is Tryst, listen I don’t have much time. I’m in trouble, I’m in a huge trouble.

– What happened to you again?

– Wait don’t interrupt. One person, let’s say, wants to kill me. – He glanced at the bag filled with pills next to him.

But I won’t tell you anything else, in case we’re being listened to.

"We're not being tapped, Tryst, you're calling me from another phone.

– In general, being a good guy who won't disappear without an explanation, I'll tell you everything, but only in person, so write down the address and come.

Tryst dictated the address and was the first to hang up, saying finally, "only you will leave later." After that, he sat in place for about a minute, and then released the clutch and drove back onto the freeway.

He drove to a crossroads and turned north toward the edge of another state. At the edge he stopped in front of an agricultural cooperative. He went inside and bought a couple of veterinary supplies because he was sure he would need them. Cotton,

adhesive tape, gauze, a bottle of peroxide, paid and left.

Got back in the car, started the engine, sat for a while looking at the mirror

rear view of the pharmacy. As if thinking, not forgetting anything, although

it was not so, and he did not need much. He put his fingers under the seat of the car and for some reason again touched the bag with money, then with pills, all in place. Then he drove out of the parking lot and headed towards the city, trying not to exceed the speed. Not far from the bay with a sharp rocky shore stood a small motel, where as he knew it was possible to pay in cash as in the good old days.

When he saw a parking lot near a large hypermarket, he drove into the back, where the yellowish lights of the giant signs couldn't reach, so that his car wouldn't be visible.

He got out of the car and assessed the distance he would have to walk on foot. The small, dark motel building was within his sight, which was a good sign.

Tryst looked around, leaning against the car door. He then lowered his head to his chest and stood in that position for a minute. Finally straightened up, slammed the door and moved down the street.

You weren't particularly worried about him, you were sure that Tryst was in a little trouble and it was a waste of time to be so worried, probably now you were just shaking your head condescendingly, feeling a feeling similar to that of a parent who gets a call about his child's behavior from school, but not in any way worried. He told you about his plans in case some town officer took him on, he said you shouldn't go home under any circumstances, someone might be waiting for you there, or they might catch you when you leave through the back door. He told you all this with a touch of humor, as if he couldn't believe that he might have crossed someone important. So you halfheartedly threw your house keys and wallet into your bag, took your car keys and went outside, thinking that you should have insisted that the meeting take place at your house, and not in the hell knows where.

Tryst paid for the room, put the key in his pocket, went up the stairs and walked along the corridor of the old hotel. Dead silence. The darkness. He found his room, inserted the key in the lock, entered and locked the door behind him. Streetlights leaked light through the tulle curtains. He put his bag on the bed, went back to the door, and turned on the light above it. An old-fashioned switch with a button in the middle. Early 20th-century oak furniture. Brown walls. A standard, cheap bedspread.

Tryst stood at the sink, washing his face with water that drained into the sink with a pale pink tint.

When the car's headlights cut through the darkness, he looked through the gap between the curtains and tried to see who had arrived.

You closed the car door and walked calmly towards the motel. After the long drive, your curiosity had faded, and you were no longer particularly interested in finding out who had arrived.

You headed towards the reception desk.

The receptionist, an elderly and frail man who was reading a magazine, stood up from his chair when he saw you.

–Good evening, ma'am.

–There's one guy is waiting for me, so please tell me what room the man who checked in about an hour ago, maybe a little less, is staying in. He has dyed blond hair.

You weren't sure what kind of ID Tryst had shown.

–I'm sorry, but I can't disclose information about our guests.

–Yes, you can.

–Ma'am, I've already told you...

Before the man could say anything else, you saw Tryst standing at the top of the stairs, waving at you. Without saying a word, you rushed towards him, but he turned around and walked towards his room without waiting for you, forcing you to follow him. Only in the dark hallway did he stop and turn towards you, opening his arms for a hug.

–What the hell is going on here?

You didn’t hug him back, and he simply stepped back and took the key out of his pocket. He turned the key and opened the door.

–Come in. – He turned on the light and waved you inside.

– I would conclude that you're on the run, but you haven't gone that far. What's the matter, who are you crossing? I swear, if it's about your friends again, then...– You didn't finish when he turned to you.

–You look even worse than usual, did someone punch you?

–You're very quick on the uptake. You're probably interested in the details, right?

– No, I'm not interested, I was just passing by, so I decided to drop by to say hi.

He smiled.

–Sit down.– You sat on the bed.

–I've decided to go into hiding until things are settled.

–What needs to be settled?

– Well, I pissed off a guy because he thinks I cheated on him, but I didn't. – He raised his voice, as if he was convinced that you didn't believe him enough. – And now he wants to kill me. Or maybe he doesn't, but I don't want to take any chances. By the way, were you followed?

– No, Tryst, I wasn't followed, and I'm starting to get nervous about what's going on.

–That's why I take care of you and don't get you into trouble. And by the way, it's my friends, and it's all because of one of them. Well, I'm blaming him.

– I wouldn't have agreed to anything shady if you'd suggested it.

–That's what I thought once.

–You're not me.

–That's true.

–And your nose is broken.

You reached out to touch his face, but you didn't.

–Are you serious? I didn't noticed.

You didn't say anything,

–I'm fucking with you, I noticed that.

– Thank you, Tryst, I understand. Can I help you?

– I don't know, can you?

– Probably.

Now he was sitting on the toilet. looking at you. The whites of his eyes turned red, and under the bright white light reflected from the tiles on the bathroom walls, bags under his eyes were visible well.

– Come on, take a risk. You looked at him in silence, pinched his bridge of the nose between your palms, and pressed hard on the uneven area. Tryst cried out and groaned, doubling over.

– Fuck. Fuck that was...

– It hurts, I know, well done. You soaked a piece of cotton with peroxide, tilted his head back, and pushed the cotton inside to stop the bleeding.

Tryst looked at you from under half-closed eyelids. You noticed his gaze and kissed his forehead. Then you paused for a moment and kissed him on the lips, lightly, not hard.

– Is that all? – He smiled and leaned closer to you, standing up slightly. You put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him back down, and pressed your lips against his.

His kiss was insistent, as if he had been waiting for a long time. His arms wrapped around you, and you responded to the kiss by bending over, barely able to stand, until you gave in and landed on his lap. His lips moved down your jawline, then to your neck, and he still held your forearms tightly, as if afraid that you would leave.

–You want more than just a kiss, don't you?

–And you?

–Not in the bathroom.

You both stood up almost at the same time and awkwardly made your way to the room, still randomly touching each other with your lips. You helped him take off his shirt and threw it somewhere. You pushed him slightly, but it was enough for him to fall onto the bed, pull himself up, and lean back against the headboard. You leaned down from above and continued the kiss, hovering over him like you were about to fall, resting one hand on the bed and the other on his torso, and when you shifted most of your weight onto his rib, he coughed and tensed.

–Easy, I've been hit there too

–Battle scars, huh?

–More like intentional harm to health. – He said. And you gently ran your fingertips over the place that stood out as a faint yellowish-purple bruise on his skin, which stretched over his ribs. Returning to his neck, you bit down on the spot just above his collarbone, leaving a mark. He leaned forward, breathing in slightly. You continued your trail of kisses down to his chest, reaching his nipple and biting it lightly, while your other hand reached down to unbutton his pants. Tryst made a small sound, almost like a quiet gasp.

—Maybe you will...– he sighed when he felt your hands wrap around his cock. – will you move faster?

–Why would I? – You smiled, a little teasingly.

He arched slightly and you heard a sound like a whimper.

–Please. – He said on an exhale. It didn't sound so much desperate as just polite, as if he didn't want to ruin an intimate moment, but he didn't know for sure how long you were going to delay. You raised your eyebrows and smiled at that.

–My God.– you said, your breath warm on his neck.

The room was dimly lit, and the shadows on the wall formed strange shapes. It was very quiet, with no sound coming from outside, and the only sound in the room was the sound of his ragged breathing.

You wrapped your hands around his cock and quickened your movements. He threw his head back and moaned softly. The symphony of soft, chaotic sounds and body movements created an intimate atmosphere, and you were already soaked through.

– Did you bring a condom?

–Look in my jacket.

You wiped your hand on the blanket, stood up, and walked over to the jacket lying on the floor. The outer pockets were empty. Tryst stared at you, frowning.

–There’s one in the inside pocket.

You dug around a little more and eventually found what you were looking for. You climbed back onto the bed and kissed him on the lips again.

–Missed me? – He smiled.

You slowly hooked your fingers under the edges of your underwear and pulled them down, leaving you in just your t-shirt. You swung your leg over and leaned over Tryst, resting your elbows on either side of his head, your eyes met, and you looked at his red lips, swollen from kissing, as he ran his tongue over them. The moment seemed very long, and he was already taking air into his lungs when you finally sank down onto his cock. He made a hissing sound and leaned forward, gently placing his hands on your hips to support you.

You set a steady pace, sinking down onto him again and again. He wanted to say something, but he didn't have enough air or strength. There was nothing to say.

Usually, Tryst was more talkative and active, but he was probably tired from the events of the previous evening. You ran your nails across his stomach, causing him to tense up and let out a shaky moan. His body was writhing beneath you, his hips thrusting up in a chaotic motion, stimulating all the nerve endings you needed. You pressed your nails into his skin, and the pleasure intensified as you picked up the pace. Tryst's legs tensed even more as you maintained the rhythm.

–Good, good, that’s good. – he whispered quickly, trying his best not to make any noise. You threw your head back and closed your eyes.

–Yes, that’s good.

You placed your hand on the side of his neck, stroking and running your palm over his torso. With one hand, you pinched his nipple. Tryst let out a whimper. You resumed kissing and nibbling on his neck and torso, taking every ounce of pleasure you could. His body reacted quickly, actively giving in to your caresses, and his breath was taken away by the tenderness of the moment. His lips were filled with sighs and soft moans, interspersed with incoherent, unintelligible words spoken lazily and without much desire to be heard.

When you lowered yourself particularly sharply, he squeezed your hand that was resting on the bed.

– M'close, M'close – he repeated it a few more times before you felt him come, biting his hand to keep from making a sound, and now he was really moaning. You kept it a little quieter, your orgasm coming on a little more slowly, more languidly, definitely not like the "wave" feeling, it was something else. You were warm and you were there, kissing him and holding his hand, the mix of physical and emotional sensations creating a giant volcano simmering somewhere in your chest. You felt his cum filling the condom, and in an attempt to catch up with your own pleasure, you speeded up, sinking down on him again and again. You missed the moment when his grip on your hips tightened, his body tensed, and he began to writhe more intensely. He tried to say something like "hey, hey, wait, slow down" in a voice that trembled with tension, but he couldn't form the words. He tried to say something else, but he couldn't.

That sound made your orgasm hit you more abruptly than you expected. You stayed there, throbbing like a pump and breathing heavily. He was breathing even harder. You slowly got up and were surprised to see that he was still hard.

– You're something else. – You said.

- No, you're something else, my dear, and you haven't stopped for a second.

–I'll help you.– You said and took off the condom, throwing it aside. It slapped against the carpeting of the floor.

Tryst winced at the temperature contrast.

–And what are you...

–Like I said, I'm going to finish what I started.

You spread his legs and ran your tongue from the base to the tip. He threw his head back, hitting the headboard. You took his cock into your mouth and quickened your pace. He moaned, his eyes fixed on you with a look of intense focus. You increased the speed and heard something that sounded like "I'm already..." You pulled away and replaced your mouth with your hand, pumping him as hard as you could. Soon he was practically doubled over, his abdominal muscles contracting and white streaks of cum splattered his stomach. You lay down next to him and ran your hand through his hair. He closed his eyes and finally relaxed. Your hearts were still racing, and you could feel the sweat on your forehead, making you feel hot. He raised himself up on weak elbows, leaning over you and holding your head with both hands. He touched his forehead to yours and kissed you on the lips.

–Thank you for coming, I appreciate it. I know I don't talk much and all that, but you know, business and all that stuff.

– I love you too. Now get up.

– What? Why?

– We're all sweaty, and I don't want to sleep like this.

You pushed him away, stood up on slightly shaky legs, and was about to walk away, but then you turned around and held out your hand.

– You're coming too.

He looked at you for a few seconds, his expression showing no emotion, and you felt like he was daydreaming, looking at you but not seeing you. His blue eyes stood out against the redness of his sleep-deprived eyes. Then he shrugged his shoulders, as if he were shivering.

–Okay.

You were lying in complete darkness, the only light coming from the vape that Tryst was still smoking. You were lying in silence, and the light from the car headlights in the distance illuminated the room for a fraction of a second, revealing the intricate cracks in the ceiling.

He turned towards you, and the scent of sex faded from the room, replaced by a subtle aroma of hotel soap mixed with the usual body odor. You were almost asleep when you heard him calling your name.

– What are you thinking about?

– Nothing.

– That doesn’t happen.

– You better tell me what you’re thinking about.

– I don’t know, I don’t want to think about anything right now, everything’s been bad lately.

You turned to him and your faces were an inch apart.

– You know it’s going to get better.

– This doesn’t usually get better.

You ran your hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face.

– You’ll figure something out. You can count on me.

– I know I can.

You ran your hand over his cheek and left a light kiss on his lips. He moved closer to you, placing his hand on your waist and resting his forehead against yours.

– I also know that I love you.

– I love you too.

You felt something wet under your hand, but you didn't say anything. Instead, you tightened your grip on his waist and buried your fingers in his hair, continuing your lazy movements until you fell asleep, feeling his body gradually relax.

[spacemothes]

hnnnngggg i have.. to finish secret santa drawings

i have to stay focused.. but

hnrbfhjiewjk

I want to write isafrin mermaid au

or write a fic where sif is obsessed with photography

or mayhaps

write a sif as spiderman fic

hnnnnnnnggggggg

torture

this is

hell

[milolunde]

We all know Timmy is Wanda’s mama’s boy but we need to keep in mind he’s still Cosmo’s kid too and that Cosmo would love him just as vehemently as Wanda

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

mcdonald goodsir talking scene but its like an hour bc i just would like to see them talk more

[sfsolstice]

exurb1a, from "Mum" in Poems for the Lost Because I'm Lost Too

[millionsknives]

i want to do a 3rd trigun cowboy piece for yeehawgust this year but i can't decide who 2 draw........... too many to choose from.....

[the-one-who-lambs]

oy vey i am cooking a massive character arc that MIGHT necessitate a couple extra chapters for risen/fallen

[theorentayuun]

Real photo of me my WoL upon receiving a copy of Encyclopedia Eorzea vol.1

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Had an ADHD assessment a few years ago and the fuckwit that assessed me said, as a direct quote, "You're too smart to have ADHD." Like that's not any type of paraphrasing, that stupid fucking statement is burned in my brain forever and has been since I heard it.

I talked to my psychiatrist about getting a referral to a different psychologist for assessment, and she agreed and sent it in.

Today I got a call that said they don't agree that I need reassessment, and I'm welcome to pursue it elsewhere, but they won't provide reassessment. Which is just.

I don't even know where to start with that one. I just needed to get it out. I'm so tired.

[violet-jessop]

insane that once a month i lose my mind alongside my uterus' lining