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mona-risms · 3 days ago

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whats goodie gang its the mira headcanons anon. i gotta say THANK YOU FOR THE FOODDD. also im back for more bc i fear your writing absolutely blew me away.

anyways may i request nsfw headcanons for mira w/ an afab reader? and kinda random but perchance could you throw a strap in there somewhere? okay bye (lifts up arms floats away into the sky)

◆ MAIN COURSE: sub!Mira x dom!afab!Reader

◆ TYPE: NSFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None I think??

◆ NOTES: First off I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT and second off I love her too bro I gotchu 🫡

OH MY GOD. I LOVE YOU. I love anyone who reqs afab reader actually BUT STILL.

Okay. OKAY. First off other people may say that this woman would prefer the dominant role BUT. This is a sub character blog. And I swear I have justification for Mira okay I swear I do

It's the fact that before she got into HUNTR/X, she's never really fit anywhere. Not with people in society, not with friends, certainly as hell not with her family. Before them, she thought that she'd never have a place where she could just.. belong, and honestly something like that can get ANYONE to feel like they're on some sort of constant survival mode as she refuses to let anyone see any sort of vulnerability that they may use against her

But then there was HUNTR/X, the people she considers the family she doesn't even wanna lose, no matter what. And then there was you. You, who gave her the time, the space, the understanding, instead of dismissing her for her unsavoury bluntness or thinking that she was nothing but a very prickly problem

I think your first time together wouldn't be until like. A bit later in the relationship, I think give or take around 6 months. Being in a relationship w her in the first place already means she trusts you more than most, but getting intimate with each other? First of all, an idol's schedule is BUSYYYYY idk if there'd be any time for that kinda thing, especially not when you're considered the Top 1 K-Pop unit. Second of all?

"We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to."

The words barely register in Mira's brain, the sound and sensation of her own heartbeat overrideing any other senses she had. When it does, however, her head snaps to look at you dead in the eyes, having to look up slightly due to your position—she was sat on the bed, with you having slipped into her lap in the midst of a particularly heated make-out session.

"Huh?"

"Your face," you lifted your hand up to tuck a few strands of pink hair behind her studded ear, "you look scared. We can stop."

She felt her heart squeeze, and a tingling heat in her core. It wasn't because of the way you dragged your hand from her ear.. to ghost her jaw.. before settling on her chin as your thumb lightly traced her bottom lip, though it did help a lot. Rather, it was moreso due to the way you had looked at her—years of living like you were nothing but a problematic inconvenience because your presence was too loud, and yet there was just this person who was willing to wait and listen anyway instead of walking away.

You looked at her like she hung the moon, what the hell was she supposed to do about that?

"No, it's--" The idol cleared her throat before trying again, her voice smaller than both of you had ever expected, "I'm not scared, just.. you're not.. going to think I'm too much to handle after this, right? I've never really done anything with anyone."

"Never let anyone get close enough?"

"Fuck you," there was no anger in her words. "..Yeah."

You just let out a hum, as if the two of you were discussing the weather rather than sex. And then you shook your head as your hand then went from her chin.. down to her the middle of her chest, "I'm not going to think you're 'too much', but we both know you'd rather see it than hear it. So." And you push lightly, "Lie down. Let me demonstrate."

A traitorous blush coated Mira's cheeks, the colour visible within the moon's glow. The light push couldn't ever be enough to knock her down, but she let herself fall back anyway, her hair sprawling behind her like a halo.

She finds herself enclosed within your arms a mere few seconds later when you crawl over to hover above the cool beauty, your lover. And in that very moment, when you duck down to trace kisses down her body while clothes are slowly discarded from both of your bodies, it feels as if the two of you are the only people in the world.

"Instead of 'too much'," you continued when you finally reached the apex of her thighs, wet and glistening, "I'll make sure you feel like you're mine instead.

Mira feels as if she really belonged.

Anyway proceeding to the actual NSFW hcs :3

Start off with Mira's part on this post bc I feel the need to address it again thank you

I think she'd absolutely ADORE soft sex actually. Listen throw away kinks for a second, right. She's gone without care for so long just bc her being a 'problem chold' and being outspoken would def equal to not needing any proper emotional care bc why would she need that? Clearly she can handle it all on her own, right? WRONG she actually needs to be taken care of. Finger her while holding her close so that she can cling to you, even after she cums all over your hand

Apart from that though honestly I feel like she'd be into bondage and acting like a brat. There's something about pretending to struggle and resist—emphasis on the 'pretending' bc be so fr all three girls could snap anyone like a Kit Kat bar thanks to their training—that has her thighs squeezing together. It's like a form of reclaiming I guess? Since everyone else thought she was too much trouble, and yet now she's sprawled on the bed and even the punishment for being a bad girl's sweeter than sin for her

Turnoffs........I don't think she'd enjoy titles much, like 'mommy' and such. Genuinely not for any reason apart from she personally isn't into it, which honestly fair enough girl. Idk if she'd enjoy petplay either, or degredation in general—it has her getting her hackles raised so fucking fast. Light degredation woukd be fine, esp when it's later on in the relationship and she 's more than comfortable with you now. But not too much yk

Creamer and someone who's definitely REALLY into overstim. Anyway

Also? A size queen actually 😄

Whenever Mira jokes by going full deadpan, sometimes you can't tell whether she's being serious or not. And that's perfectly fine, because either way it was usually going to end up entertaining one way or another.

You didn't think it'd apply to a talk about dildos, though.

In the midst of aftercare after a particularly taxing session, the lazy topics between you had somehow migrated to the talk of toys; the type the two of you would like, making fun of toher specific toys, and then...

And then there was the sizes.

You brought up getting your girlfriend the biggest, the most monstrous, the most diabolical strap you'd ever find. And her answer?

"Do it."

You really, really weren't sure if she was joking or not.

..Until today, when in the middle of eating her out, she reached underneath her bed just to reveal a blank box that held.. well, the exact thing that Mira's cunt now tried to hold onto despite you pistoning your hips over and over.

It wasn't the biggest, or the most monstrous, but it was definitely diabolical. You had to open her up slowly with a lot of lube, stretching her out with one finger.. then two.. then three, making sure that she could at LEAST take the start. The rest? The two of you decided to work it out as you went. ..Though it didn't feel like there was much 'figuring out' being done, not as if you were complaining—Mira's nails clawed at the sheets as she let out a series of sultry moans and curses under her breath, all while she moved her hips as if she were on some very enthusiastic autopiloting.

Her speech was jagged at best and utterly incomprehensible at worst, but she clenched on your strap as if it were something real—it couldn't even do so properly, not when it was already stretched out as is.

And you could never forget the stunned face she made when you put it on.. and the way her body shook as she came for god knows how many times now as she buried her head in her pillows in an attempt to shut herself up.

JUST SAYING AFTERCARW IS SO SOSOSOSOSOSO IMPORTANT TO HER!!! She gets so endearingly quiet as the two of you just lay there for who knows how long. And she'll also ask if you wanna get anything to eat/get delivered. AND she'll ask you if you wanted anything before she passed out for a nice nap

It just turns into a cuddle sesh and honestly? What more could anyone ask for?

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19catsncounting · 2 days ago

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I'll show my age a little on this post, because this kind of situation has just come up again, so it's a little fresh.

There are times when someone dies, and their tangible grief is small. It's not really a surprise, maybe it's even expected. The elderly and sick move into hospice centers and those rooms are much smaller than their houses, or they move in with family and those rooms are smaller than their houses. It's easy to divvy up and cherish grief when it's nice and small, a sentimental box of trinkets and a shirt.

And there are times when someone dies, and it's a burden. It is. It's hundreds of pounds of grief and crap and it will crush you like a millstone - not just because it's a lot to deal with and emotionally a lot to deal with - but because it's not your crap, but it is now. It's yours, they're not here and they don't own it and you're reminded that they're not here to own it every time you look at it. You deal with it.

When my wife's mother passed away, she lived in a two story townhouse that was filled to the brim with stuff. Tapestries, posters, pictures - the woman had a habit of tacking posters and tapestries and pictures on the ceiling because she filled up every single spare space on the wall, covering light switches too. She died in that house, and my wife at the time was a teenager, and she came home one night to find that she was now a homeless orphan. My wife could not walk back into that house to take anything because her world was simply destroyed in a way you and I will never fathom - family friends got her clothes and toiletries and some of them packed up totes of things they knew mattered a lot to my wife's mother. Some of those totes were lost over the years, others were placed in sheds or under tarps outside. My wife still grieves the things that she lost, even if we've recovered some of it. We have a record collection of 1000+ vinyls, many of which are warped and damaged and frankly smell like rodent urine. And we will likely have those vinyls forever - hundreds of pounds of grief that are heavier than a human body, but not at all equal to a life.

There's a lot of notes on this post, a lot of tags, and I don't think many of the people writing them have ever been in this kind of situation.

I don't think a lot of folks would realize that the Winchester house was damaged in a fire. And that smoke leaves a smell. And that smell would linger to the point that - canonically, in this episode it is established - John and his sons did not sleep in that house again, and instead stayed with John's boss. Probably because it smelled like the fire for weeks or months afterwards.

And John packed up the kids in the car and left. Probably left the mortgage unpaid until the bank foreclosed on it due to default, which would have taken years to finalize and process, and longer to restore the house to the point that it could sell if the repairs weren't completed before John left - and they most likely weren't. But in the meantime, someone boxed up those photos that were recently taken prior to the fire (and I might have to explain to some younger fans that physical pictures like that don't often go directly into storage - in the late 1900's, when a family took pictures on a dedicated device called a 'film camera' and took those primitive film cartridges to be developed, they would change out the photos in existing frames or hang up new ones), and put them in the basement, where they would be safe from the elements, the gaping hole where the fire burned out the wall and roof. And in the basement, those pictures and the paper and any fabrics would lose the smoke smell.

It could have been a family friend, going inside the house to sort things out, but I imagine that family friend would have taken the box to their own storage as that would be more sensible. And it could have been a firefighter who managed to grab a box, grab a few things, and hand it off to a grieving father with his arms full, before telling him that the carpets and walls will be soaked from the hoses for a few days, and what companies to call to do restoration services.

And it could have been John, walking through the least-touched areas of the house on his own - the living room, the kitchen, but not up the stairs. He could have picked up a few things, put them in a box, put the box in the basement so it'd be safe while the restoration crew worked on the house, it wouldn't take up any room at any place he and his boys are staying at and always running the risk of outstaying their welcome. And John could have put that box in the basement, planning to come back to it.

And then didn't, because he couldn't, just like Dean didn't either. Because John found out the truth about the demon, and had a white whale to catch to avenge his wife instead of being forced to move on as he would have without that.

If John didn't find out the truth, he would have gone back to the house, but he didn't. Even when he left, in the early years, he always planned to go back to the house. But he didn't. Because the house still smelled too much like smoke.

i've always been pretty distraught about how john left behind a box of family phots in the basement when he took the kids out of kansas. to have so little left after the fire and to still leave what little there was behind... i mean we know at least sam has a picture of mary and john and there is a picture of john and the boys in 1.01 but that's from after the fire.

but ALSO i've realized in the same box there's a handmade card that says "DaD" that Dean must have made for john.

that john also left.

i know john was going through a period of immense grief. but there's something very painful about such tangible evidence of the way dean's childhood - and even the memory of it - was left behind.

#John Winchester #I like how OP was like “Hey this is tragic and John was going through Grief and Dean also suffered and here's this neat visual of it”#And the tags are like “if I were John Winchester I would simply live in a Uhaul full of precious family memories and Dean's macaroni art”#“John isn't going to do the emotional labor of-” I don't think you've grieved a goldfish. If you don't like John Winchester that's cool but #-holy shit I hope this isn't how you view people and especially men's sorrow and grief. That's terrifying.#If your dad doesn't want to pack up your deceased mother's belongings he's not rejecting emotional labor he's *Grieving.*#And grief is a Fuckton of avoidance. And anger. And dissociation. Tears and catharsis are typically on a 3 month delay.#👍 Sorry random tumblr post on my dash let me tell you about the ugliness of grief because of a family friend dying yesterday.

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ickbite · 2 days ago

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JUST SAY GOODNIGHT N GO

PAIRING: implied fwb!sunghoon x reader

AUTHORS NOTE: around 700 words yikess small dabble no smut just small little fluff thang for my babe — enha masterlist

You never really expected him to come over tonight. At least, not this late. Especially not after the way your phone conversation ended, with a quick “goodnight” that felt like anything but final.

But here he is. Standing quietly in the dim hallway outside your door, eyes reflecting the soft yellow glow of the streetlamp outside the window.

You watch him, the familiar pull in your chest tightening. Sunghoon’s tall frame leans casually against the wall, like he belongs there as much as you do and at this point, you wouldn’t doubt it. “Hey,” he whispers softly, like he’s afraid to break the peace.

“Hey.” Your voice sounds smaller than you want it to. You mentally scold yourself for not asserting your power and showing the quiet.

He holds out a hoodie, one that’s far too big and smells like him, “you left this in my car.”

You take it, the fabric slipping through your fingers. It’s warm and comforting, like a silent apology or a secret promise. And when you realize it’s his, your face contorts into confusion. “No, I didn’t,” you say, voice low.

He shrugs with a grin, that cheeky sparkle in his eyes. “I know, but it looks better on you than it does me.

You roll your eyes, but you don’t pull away. You want to pull him closer, to ask him why he’s here. But you’re afraid, afraid of what’ll happen if you do. Will he leave if you show how much you care?

“So… are you gonna stay?” you ask, heart beating faster than usual.

Sunghoon hesitates, “I probably shouldn’t. You know I have practice early tomorrow and if I miss another one Jungwon will rip me a new one.”

You nod, pretending it’s not a stab to your chest. “I see,” was all you could mumble out.

“Still,” he adds, “I wanted to see you, I needed it.”

The honesty in his words catches you off guard. You want to say something clever, something that doesn’t sound like a desperate plea for him to stay with you for all of eternity.

Instead, you just whisper, “Why now?”

He shrugs, “I guess… I couldn’t sleep.”

You understand that feeling all too well. The nights when your thoughts spiral, the quiet loneliness that no one else sees.

“Me neither.”

Sunghoon steps a little closer, the warmth of his body seeping through the thin fabric of the hoodie.

“You look tired,” he says, moving his hand to push a strand of hair behind your ear.

You reach up to rub your eyes, the exhaustion pressing on your limbs.“Yeah, well, life’s complicated.”

He chuckles softly, then looks down at you with something tender, “you know, I think about you more than I should.”

You swallow the lump forming in your throat. “Yeah whatever,” you brush it off, eyes slightly rolling at his confidence.

A silence stretches between you, but it’s not awkward, instead, it’s full. Full of all the words you’ve been too scared to say.

“Do you ever wish I’d just stay?” Sunghoon asks, voice barely above a whisper.

You look at him, really look. At the soft curve of his lips, the way his eyes search yours, the way he’s waiting for your answer. “I do.”

He reaches out, fingers trembling slightly, and leaves his hand resting on the side of your face, his thumb rubbing it every once in a while.

“I want to stay,” he confesses. “But I don’t want to mess things up.”

You laugh softly, the sound breaking the tension. “You don’t mess things up, Hoon. You just make them better, I don’t see what’s wrong with that.”

He smiles shyly, then leans in slowly.

His lips brush your forehead first, gentle, like a secret. Then, barely touching, his lips find the corner of your mouth.

It’s a kiss without words. A question and an answer all at once. You close your eyes, letting the moment stretch out between you. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.

“So what now?” he murmurs.

You smile, heart full. “Now… you stay.”

He laughs quietly, the sound full of relief. “Good.”

The door clicks shut behind you both, but the night is just beginning.

#enhypen jaeyun #enhypen smau #jake smut #jake sim #ni-ki fluff #kpop #sunghoon #sunghoon smau #sunghoon park #park sunghoon #sunghoon fluff #park sunghoon fluff #sunghoon smut #enhypen #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon enhypen #sunghoon enha #kpop idols #kpop bg

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girllblogging777 · 1 day ago

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IN WHICH spencer realises how much you crave physical affection, and is glad to offer it to you

the plot of the movie unravelling on the television screen seemed to be pretty interesting. after all, romcoms were your thing, and you were the one who’d recommended it - no, insisted on watching it tonight.

however, there seemed to be something much more interesting going on right next to you on the couch. and that striking sight happened to have a name. a very pretty one, even.

spencer reid.

oh, and he happened to be your boyfriend, too.

so obviously, as great as the cinematography of that silly romance might’ve been, you couldn’t help but study his profile instead. leaning back against the cushions, spencer’s brows were furrowed in a micro expression that you knew too well. the one he had when he was working a case, or trying to plan his chess moves in advance.

because his eyes were glued to the screen, you took your sweet time to absorb every detail. after all, this was only the beginning of your relationship. that thought alone warmed up your heart, and made you want to catch up on all the moments where you’d wished you could look at him like that.

like you had the right to observe him.

like he was your own piece of art.

like he was yours.

“you’re staring,” he stated, more amused than anything and still not looking away from the movie.

you just huffed, and shrugged “so ? you’re the one who’s staring at the tv like you’re in a relationship with it”

“i thought you wanted me to watch the movie ! didn’t you say it was your favourite ?” oh, he was sweet. the sweetest. so sweet that he was actually willing to watch your favorite romcom, after listening to you rant about it for hours on your first date even though he despised that genre.

“okay, you have a point.” you admitted, nudging him. “but you’re much more interesting… or you would be if you cared, that is”

that caused him to turn around immediately, his beautiful lips frowning in a way that could make you melt within seconds. “hey, of course i care-“ he justified, his hand cupping your cheek, “i just thought… you’d want me to actually watch it and question me about it at the end or something”

that made you giggle, because where did he even get this idea ? “question you about the movie ? spence, just because it’s my favourite doesn’t mean you gotta force yourself to enjoy it.”

“oh, okay… cause i’d much rather stare at you too”

“ i was not staring !” you exclaimed, your hand finding your heart in a dramatic way that he loved so much about you.

spencer just smiled, his thumb now tracing your cheekbone. “liar…”

you weren’t sure what it was exactly. maybe the feel of his hand on you, the heat that emanated from his body, or his sweet puppy eyes boring into yours. either way, you felt like you were in heaven.

“you always do this, did you know that ?”

his voice made you look up. “huh ? do what ?”

“this,” spencer explained, pulling you closer with a hand on your smaller back. “when i touch you, you close your eyes and you kinda… lose all connection with earth or something”

he really did have an eye for noticing things about you.

“i just really like you touching me, i guess… not in a weird way-” you corrected, not wanting him to think that’s what it was about. but he nodded, encouraging you to keep going because he always understood.

“what i mean is, i never really liked being vulnerable like that. and i guess it’s kinda catching up now that i have you…”

you expected him to give you a weird look, or maybe joke about it, because that’s what everyone would’ve done in response to such a vulnerable declaration. instead, he leaned in to press the softest of kisses on your forehead.

“i’m not used to it either.” he said, pulling back and pausing for a moment. “my mom… she was the only one to ever hug me, but there were moments where i could barely approach her. because of her condition.”

you could tell this was complicated to admit, you saw how he bit his lips in between sentences. but he wanted you to know, he really did.

“so i guess that’s why i never really engage physical contact,” he explained. “you never know how the other person might react. and i don’t like unpredictability. it’s not my thing”

you chuckled, the sound vibrating against the palm of his hand and making him smile softly. “no shit, sherlock. i caught that.”

his eyes rolled at your remark, but he didn’t push you away. instead, he pulled you closer.

“you know, hugging releases oxytocin. it’s most commonly known as “the hormone of love” and has a lot of benefits.” he explained as you burrowed your face into his chest, his long arms wrapping around you and securing you into his embrace.

you could only hum in response and he took that as a sign to keep going, knowing you probably wouldn’t mind is usual rambles.

“basically, it has a lot of benefits. studies show that it’s important for couples to cuddle approximately ten minutes a day. but a hug is good too, and the average length would be about a dozen seconds.”

his words faltered when you wrapped your arms around his neck and shifted your entire weight against him. you were practically straddling him at this point, and he didn’t seem to mind at all.

“spence, what’s your point” you mumbled against his shirt, now definitely rumpled from the cuddling.

“my point-,” he replied, taking a deep breath and trying to suppress his urge to trap you against the couch and never let you go, “is that you and i are definitely behind, statistically wise. and i’d like for us both to catch up.”

“so, you’re just saying we have a lot of cuddling to do and you don’t mind me being clingy ?”

“…yes”

you smiled, although he couldn’t see it. “i’m so glad you don’t care about watching the damn movie anymore,”

spencer laughed, throwing his head back and trying to press you impossibly closer to him, as if you two weren’t already practically merging right now.

“darling, the movie was bad. i could pinpoint about twenty inconsistencies and plot errors within the first sequence” he told you as nicely as he could, but you shut him up by tilting your head and pulling him into a kiss.

“one more critic,” you warned against his mouth, lips grazing against his in a way that made him lose his mind, “and i’m never cuddling with you again.”

you bet he stopped talking.

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cherryfcola · 2 days ago

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Operation: Baby Shadow

I saw a video of baby shadow on tiktok and I thought I might write a little something.

Baby!Shadow x reader (not in a weird way shoo shoo)

Pure fluff!

The day started normally enough—if “normal” meant Rouge dragging you out of bed with zero warning and a pair of sunglasses that screamed I’m here to cause problems on purpose.

“You’re coming with me,” she said, heels clicking against your hardwood floor like it was a runway. “Emergency.”

You groaned, shoving your face into the pillow. “What kind of emergency?”

“The kind where Shadow got hit by a Chaos artifact and now he’s…a baby.”

You sat up.

“What.”

Rouge smirked. “Glad I have your attention.”

⸻

You expected a chibi version of Shadow brooding in the corner, arms crossed like a pouty anime character. What you did not expect was a literal toddler-sized Shadow the Hedgehog sitting in the middle of Rouge’s living room, glaring at a juice box like it had offended his entire bloodline.

“Is that…him?” you asked, stepping cautiously into the room.

“Yep.” Rouge popped a bubble of gum, hands on her hips. “Found him in some ancient ruins. He touched a glowing orb—big mistake. Now we’re here.”

Little Shadow glanced up at you. Same red eyes. Same emo scowl. Except…his proportions were tiny. His gloves barely fit, his chest fur was fluffier, and his little feet kicked at the carpet in a way that was almost—dare you say it—adorable.

“He looks like a Build-A-Bear with trauma,” you whispered.

Shadow narrowed his eyes. “I heard that.”

Rouge’s laughter was immediate. “His attitude is still full-sized, thank Chaos.”

You knelt beside him, lips twitching into a smile. “Hey, Shads. You okay in there?”

He looked at you, and for a second, something softened in his gaze. “You smell like home.”

Your heart did a triple backflip into a pile of warm laundry. “Oh my god.”

⸻

Rouge was having way too much fun with the situation. “Alright, baby bat. Let’s try some talking. Say Rouge.”

Shadow blinked up at her. “…Roosh.”

Rouge clutched her heart dramatically. “That’s close enough! He loves me.”

Then she turned to you. “Your turn. Bet he calls you Y/N like a champ.”

You knelt down again, putting on your most encouraging smile. “Okay, Shadow. Can you say Y/N?”

He tilted his head. Thought about it.

“…Babe.”

Rouge dropped her gum.

You blinked. “I—what?”

“Babe,” Shadow repeated, like it was the most obvious word in the world. “Mine.”

Rouge was wheezing. “Oh my god, he’s still simping for you! In toddler form!”

“I do not simp,” Shadow growled.

You were blushing so hard you were about to become a fire hazard.

⸻

The next few days were wild.

Shadow, now stuck in his chibi form, refused to wear anything other than his own gear, which Rouge had to custom-tailor smaller. (There was a tiny leather jacket involved. It was glorious.) He also insisted on sitting in your lap anytime you were within five feet of him.

“Shadow, I need to make dinner.”

“I assist.”

“You can’t reach the stove.”

“I supervise.”

Mostly, he just clung to your shirt and pointed at things like a princely cat demanding tribute. When you handed him a carrot to gnaw on while you cooked, he called it “primitive” and asked for chili dogs.

“Who even taught you that word?”

“Knuckles.”

“Of course.”

⸻

One afternoon, Rouge left you alone with him while she tried to find a Chaos-reversal expert.

“Don’t break him,” she warned, sliding on her shades. “He’s already emotionally unstable.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

After she left, you looked at Shadow curled up on your couch, swaddled in a blanket and watching Looney Tunes like he was studying enemy tactics.

“You doing okay, baby hedgehog?”

He nodded solemnly. “You are warm.”

You chuckled. “You’re clingier like this, you know.”

“Still me,” he said, staring at you with deadly sincerity. “Just smaller. Still want you.”

That sentence would’ve knocked you flat if he hadn’t followed it up with: “Also, I request spaghetti.”

⸻

There were definitely highlights to babysitting Baby Shadow.

• When he tried to fight a Roomba.

• When he climbed into your laundry basket and called it “a tactical pod.”

• When he threw a tantrum because his juice box was “too weak.”

And then, the moment that took the cake:

You were trying to brush his head quills—because he refused to let Rouge do it—and you gently told him to “sit still, babe.”

He turned around and said: “You called me babe. I win.”

Your soul left your body.

⸻

By the fourth day, Rouge returned with a glowing crystal and a look of triumph.

“Alright, hedgie,” she said. “Time to undo the baby curse.”

Shadow crossed his tiny arms. “I like being small.”

Rouge arched a brow. “You like not being able to reach the bathroom sink?”

“…Less so.”

He looked at you, eyes softening. “Will I still be yours when I’m big again?”

You knelt in front of him, brushing a hand through his ridiculous quills. “You were always mine, Shadow.”

With a glow and a whirl of Chaos energy, he transformed back—taller, sleeker, the same broody edge, but now with slightly rumpled quills and a faint blush on his cheeks.

You blinked.

He blinked.

You both said, “Hey.”

Rouge rolled her eyes so hard you could hear it.

⸻

Later that night, the three of you sat on the couch—Rouge sipping wine, you nursing hot chocolate, Shadow leaning with his arm draped behind you like a middle-schooler on a date.

“I remember everything,” he said suddenly.

You glanced at him. “From when you were tiny?”

He nodded. “Every word. Every cuddle. Every time you kissed my forehead.”

You blushed. “Well, you were adorable. I had to.”

“You still do.”

Rouge groaned. “Get a room.”

“You’re the one in my apartment,” you shot back.

Shadow smirked, smug and a little dangerous. “She’s just mad she didn’t get more cuddles.”

Rouge nearly choked on her wine. “Excuse me! I coddled you!”

“You tucked me in once,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “And called me a gremlin.”

“That’s called affection!”

You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your mug.

⸻

That night, curled in bed with the fully-grown Shadow pressed against your back, he murmured something into your shoulder.

“What was that?” you asked sleepily.

“…Still think you smell like home.”

You smiled.

“You too, babe.”

He groaned, but didn’t correct you.

#shadow the hedgehog #shadow x reader #baby shadow

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mpregslover69 · 2 days ago

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comparisons ᵐᵈⁿᶦ ⁻ ⁿˢᶠʷ ᵇˡᵒʷʲᵒᵇ ⁻ ᵐᵃˡᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ⁹⁹⁶ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ

It had just meant to be a joke. You hadn't thought Negan was packing as much as he was. Now, standing in front of Negan, it felt odd seeing how much he was packing. You were by no means small in that department—in fact, you were just a bit above average but still Negan's cock seemed to just dwarf yours.

“You didn't think I was packing this much, did you?” Negan gloated.

“No… not really. I thought you were just exaggerating,” you responded, trying to keep your eyes off of his much girthier dick. Negan was practically swinging his cock around trying to get you to look at it. He was always so arrogant, trying to flex how manly he was, and yet you couldn't deny he seemed to have a reason for his arrogance.

“I told you. I'm packing, that's how I get all the ladies. They take one good look at this thing and suddenly their panties are dropped and ready for me to come, if you know what I mean.” It felt like Negan was trying to lock you into a trance on his cock as he swayed it from side to side.

“Sure, okay, your point is proven.” Turning your head to the side, you tried to avoid the weird eye contact you were having with his dick. It was hard to look away as he continued to move his hips just getting the girthy thing to swing around.

“C’mon, don't be scared of looking! I'll take it as a compliment.” Negan stepped closer while still swinging his dick around, almost enjoying how much you tried to look and avoid eye contact with it.

“No thanks.” Pulling up your own briefs, you didn't want to continue having your own dick just hanging out in the wind. Negan took notice of this, but still let his continue to hang.

“Party’s over already?” Negan looked a bit disappointed as you covered yourself up. “Just let it hang. Sure, you're smaller than me, but that's no reason to be embarrassed.” He continued to smirk while teasing you.

“You proved your point. You win, I owe you.”

“Hell yeah you do. Look at me. I don't even know why you tried to bet on this. I told you I was packing way more than you could take.” Negan continued to gloat. This wasn't out of character for the more vulgar man, and still you had somehow hoped he wouldn't be gloating like this.

“Yeah, yeah.” You were fed up with his gloating by now. Pulling your pants up, you got ready to leave, but before you could, Negan stopped you.

“Hey now, I haven't gotten my reward yet.” Negan took a step forward blocking you from leaving. “You said I could ask you for anything and I'm gonna do that right now.”

“Fine, what is it you want?” You rolled your eyes. You hadn't expected Negan to ask you for his reward now. The both of you hadn't even decided what the reward was.

“Suck it.”

“What?”

“You heard me, give me a blowjob.” Negan was just smirking at you. You couldn't tell if he was joking or not. “Get on your knees.” He stepped closer, towering over you just a bit as he smirked.

“You really want a blowjob?” You couldn't help but question him. You didn't exactly think Negan would want a blowjob from another man.

“I do, pretty boy. Now get to sucking.” Your face flushed as he said this—but still,a deal was a deal. Getting on your knees, you were a bit worried about how long you could actually stay kneeling on the old concrete floor. You couldn't help but just stare at his girthy monster. ‘Deal’s a deal’. Grabbing it with your right hand, you opened your mouth getting ready to try and get it inside. Negan was already starting to get hard just from the sight of seeing you on your knees looking up at him.

Your lips wrapped around it, The girth of it felt like it was pushing your mouth wide open, but you still kept going. Your saliva coated his cock as you moved it deeper in your mouth, gagging while it hit the back of your throat. Negan couldn't help but rest his hand on your head. He knew it was hard enough to take him just a bit. “Good boy. Look at you, can't believe you’ve taken this much already.”

You gagged a bit as the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat. Still, it didn't take too long to get used to his large size. Still choking, your eyes started to tear up as you took his full length. Bobbing back and forth on his length it took a lot of your willpower to not just stop and leave him on edge just to save yourself the pain of choking on him.

Despite it all, you continued on. With each time you went up and down, Negan started to grip your hair. Every time, he grabbed just a bit harder before finally slamming you right against his crotch. Spurts of cum hit the back of your throat.

Finally, you were done.

you looked up at Negan as you pulled back, away and off his cock.

“Swallow.”

You listened to his words. Most of his cum was already sliding down your throat, but you could still taste a bit of it on your tongue.

As you swallowed it all down he smirked, happy with how you listened. “Good. We should do this again.”

“I think I'll pass.” Coughing a bit, your throat was gaping after having to deepthroat his cock. Your knees were red just from kneeling down in front of him. If you were going to do this again, you hoped it wasn't going to be on another concrete floor.

“We will see about that.” Negan ruffled your hair before dressing himself, finally hiding his monster behind his pants again.

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#negan smith #negan twd #negan smith twd #the walking dead #twd #negan x reader #negan smith x reader #negan smut #negan smith smut #twd x reader #x reader #male reader #x male reader

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ifwebefriends · 2 days ago

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Just got back from seeing Elio and AAAAAH IT WAS SO SWEET AND CUTE PLEASE GO SEE IT so I’m just gonna write down all the thoughts I can think of the movie with gradually decreasing coherence (spoilers below)

Honestly it’s so real that Elio in his time of grief got so deeply attached to something that brought him comfort in his darkest times, can relate

I was kinda expecting/dreading Glordon to turn on Elio due to a perceived betrayal due to the whole bargaining chip thing like “was I really your friend at all?” but I was really pleasantly surprised when they didn’t do that! They stayed friends the whole movie!

This is more of a me thing but despite the movie literally being in outer space, the scope of the movie felt smaller than I anticipated? I guess I kinda expected Elio and Glordon to like go on the run hopping from planet to planet and I would have liked to see that, but I’m not faulting the movie itself for it since the marketing wasn’t very good and the movie was really good for what it was

The horror bits! Oh my god. They were so weirdly good and just the right amount of scary for me. The scene where Olga follows clone Elio’s hair down the hall and into Elio’s room had my jaw ON THE FLOOR

LORD GRIGON!!!! - he is the one dad ever who went to therapy he was such a good character it took me COMPLETELY off guard when he ripped his armor off to hold his dying son like MY GASTS WERE FLABBBBEREDDDDDDD it felt the same as that one part in Bluey’s The Sign where Bandit ripped the sign out of the ground IT WAS SO SWEET IM DEAD

I LOVE how Olga wanted to be an astronaut and she did end up going to space in the end I love that for her

The movie kinda like gave me this weird existential feeling of like “are we alone in the universe” but like not in a bad way. I haven’t really thought much about like aliens before but I don’t know, I think this movie might have changed that for me

THE PART WHERE THE ALIENS MESSAGE WAS ON ALL THE SCREENS AAAAAAH I LOVED IT I DONT KNOW WHY BUT I LOVED IT SO MUCH

I really like the whole thing about like “needing” to go into the carapace to become bigger, stronger, scarier so you can participate in the adult’s world but in doing so you lose true connections with people because you can never show your vulnerable soft side again like it feels like an allegory for masking/unmasking it was kinda cool

ELIO AND GLORDON WERE FUCKING ADORABLE AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND I JUST WANT TO LIKE GIVE THEM HOT CHOCOLATE AND BLANKETS IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO THEM I WOULD BLOW UP THE WHOLE COMMUNIVERSE AND THEN MYSELF

Speaking of the communiverse the ambassadors were cool but like damn when it really came down to it they were kinda useless fr 🤣 (this isn’t a complaint I’m just taking the piss lmao I’m tired)

Oh yeah the universal manual was SO ANNOYED that no one wanted to know the meaning of life and he like sighed every time OMG THIS DIVA I SEE YOU

THE CLONE BODY HORROR WAS ACTUALLY INSANE like clone Elio CUTTING HIS FINGER OFF AND PUTTING IT BACK ON and clone Glordon GETTING FUCKING SHOT and then clone Elio MELTING IN THE ARMS OF THE GUARD IT WAS CRAZY I KINDA LOVED IT

Also it was kinda cool how chill the clones were about everything like clone Glordon was just like “yeah I’m getting put in a murder machine idgaf :)” and clone Elio was like “chat this has been fire but I’m gonna turn into plant fertilizer now byeee 👋”

Oh lord grigon finally snapping during the negotiation bc Elio was insulting him as a parent AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’M LIKE THAT WAS A COOL DETAIL IN RETROSPECT

Also mad respect to Olga for going off on the Academy ppl like “naw it’s fucked that you let this shit happen to my nephew” YES QUEEN SLAY

I like how Elio like Legend of Zelda’d his way out of the prison cell idk that was just cool to me

“Ok, bye, I love you” AAAAAAAAAH RIJRFNRNRFRB I CANT WITH THAT

Yeah so like, overall, while not Pixar’s best movie, Elio was still a really damn good movie that was just fun and sweet and cute and warmed my cold little heart if you’re like autistic or queer or just like space or like Pixar movies you should really go see it in theaters if you can, we need more original movies like this oh my god

The visuals were also REALLY GOOD it was so pretty to look at

So yeah Elio good movie I saw it and you should too okay bye I love you

#losing my mind rn #Elio #pixar elio #elio 2025 #Pixar #my ramblings #my rambles

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in1-nutshell · 1 day ago

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…tfa!Optimus Prime x Vespa?

Okay?!

Did not expect this to be a ship, but also I can see the vision!!!

Hope you enjoy!

3 times Vespa saw Optimus as a friend and the 1 time she saw him as something more

SFW, Platonic, Slight Angst, Romance, Cybertronian reader

TFA

Number 1. Pond watching

Optimus had been feeling the effects of burnout for a good couple of days.

He could relax, but he had a team to take care of and Cons to worry about.

Relaxing could wait.

An idea that didn’t sit well with Vespa.

She had been taking carefully observing the Prime’s activities and found it a bit alarming the limited amount of rest he was getting.

The smaller bot knew that if something didn’t happen soon, he would collapse.

So, an idea was made.

Vespa walks straight up to the Prime. Vespa: “You come with Vespa.” Optimus blinked. Optimus: “What?” Vespa just grabbed his servo and started leading him out. Vespa: “Come with Vespa.” Optimus, confused as ever, just follows.

He was a bit annoyed when they arrived at the ponds.

The only reason Optimus had left the Plant was because he thought Vespa needed him for something important.

Apparently pond watch was on that list.

He did try to go back to the Plant but was surprised when Vespa stopped him.

And by stopping him, Vespa had jumped onto his back and covered his optics, refusing to let go until he continued the pond watch with her.

She was going to make sure her friend relaxed!

Eventually Optimus decided to humor her for a bit and watch the ducks.

The planned 10 minutes turned into 3 hours of duck watching, petting and having long talks about life on Earth.

Mission Relax Prime was a success!

Number 2. Paint job

Vespa’s old color scheme had become faded and dull.

The last mission involving all that dust and dirt didn’t do any favors.

She had been going through every color pallet Sari had offered and had finally managed to land on one she liked.

Now the only question was who she could trust to get those hard-to-reach places.

Most of the team was out doing their own things… except Optimus.

Perfect!

One minute Optimus was planning on re-organizing some of his old datapads, the next, he was sitting down and carefully applying the first coat of paint on Vespa’s back.

Optimus: “Hey Vespa, why me?” Vespa hummed a bit confused. Optimus: “Why did you choose me to do this? I’m sure Bumblebee or Bulkhead could have done this for you. Not to mention they have a better knowledge of Earth paints than I do.” Vespa paused for a bit before speaking. Vespa: “Prime already here.” Optimus: “Ah…” But Vespa continues. Vespa: “And Vespa trust Prime with paint. Bumble bot can’t paint. Bulky servo too shaky. Prime servo steady. No mistakes.” Optimus just smiled at the compliment and the confession of trust. Trust that did not come easy for a bot like Vespa.

Number 3. Thunderstorms

A nasty thunderstorm had rolled in a couple of weeks since Vespa joined the team.

She didn’t even know that this planet could produce these kinds of things!?

It was the middle of the night when the first claps of thunder and lightning rang out.

The poor bot was petrified feeling how close they were.

She hated it.

It brought up to many memories of the stockades…

Vespa didn’t want to wake anyone up so she decided that maybe walking around the Plant would do her good.

It would at least take her mind off things.

And it worked for the first few softer thunderclaps.

Then a rather loud one startled her and immediately ran into the nearest room and hid under the closest thing she could find.

Vespa couldn’t stop shaking, keeping her servos over her helm and screwed her optics shut.

She nearly screamed when a much larger servo held her’s.

But the bot could recognize that soft hold anywhere.

Vespa slowly opened her optics to meet Optimus concerned ones. Optimus: “Vespa? What are you doing here? Is there something wrong?” Vespa was about to answer when another loud claps of thunder shook the ground. She made herself smaller under the berth, gripping the Prime’s servo tightly. He didn’t scream or say much. The larger bot just sat down near her and continued to let his servo be used as a stress ball. Optimus: “You’re safe Vespa. You’re safe here.” It took a bit for her to come out from under the berth and sit down next to him. There was no judgement or disgusting stares. Just silence. Vespa: “…sounds like in stockades… too loud…too much…” Optimus wordlessly allows the smaller bot to scoot closer to him as more claps came around. She was still shaking but lessened when he placed his arm around her. Vespa: “Vespa sorry for waking Prime bot up…” Optimus shook his helm. Optimus: “You have nothing to apologize for. We’re here for you, I’m here for you. And if you ever want to talk about what you went through or maybe about the ducks again, I’d be honored to be the shoulder you come for.” Vespa just looks at him in shock and looks back down at their now intertwined servos. The Prime notices her tighten grip on his arm. Vespa: “…Thank you… Optimus…”

Number 1. Con attack

The entire team was called out to the city.

The Cons were trying to attack a steel warehouse when they got there.

As much as the Cons scared the paint off Vespa, she managed to not run for the hills.

Besides, her job was to make sure all the humans had evacuated in time.

Soon enough it was just Sari and the Professor that needed to go.

Before she could shoo them away, the smaller bot was suddenly caught by the back of her neckcables and held up.

Vespa desperately clawed at the larger servo and tried to get out his grip.

Apparently Starscream thought it was a good idea to take this smaller bot hostage.

Keeping her in the base for a few days would surely give him enough time to think of the best exchange!

Vespa’s wide optics stared directly into Starscream’s. Starscream just smirked. Starscream: “Oh don’t give me that look. You’ll have a lovely cage once we leave for the Decepticon base.” The thrashing only increased after the word ‘cage’. Starscream just laughed at the smaller bots pitiful attempts to free herself. Starscream: “Look at you squirming! Do you really believe you can hit me?” Optimus spots Vespa dangling from Starscream’s hold. He doesn’t even register the yell before his pede came in contact with the back of the Con’s neck. The Seeker let out a loud squawk, releasing Vespa in the process. Vespa flipped onto her back and groggily sat up. Optimus was throwing punch after punch with a type of anger she had never seen before. Optimus: “Don’t! You! Ever! Touch! Her!” Vespa felt her frame grow warmer. Soon her vision of Prime was replaced with one of a concerned Bumblebee and Sari. Sari: “Vespa! Come on we gotta go!” Vespa just tried to look past them. Vespa: “But Optimus—” Bumblebee helped her up, hoisting her on his back piggy back style. Bumblebee: “Boss bot’s got this. But we need to go!” The warm feeling in her chassis didn’t go away, not even after the fight. A strange yet inviting feeling the smaller bot welcomed the second she saw the Prime’s relived face.

#maccadam #transformers x reader #bot buddy #tfa x reader #tfa x platonic reader #vespa

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everettes-requiem · 2 days ago

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"Why are you so angry?

You speak really formally, you know? A lot of people here speak really formally. It makes it scarier for the smaller blokes when you start lashing out like that. You think no one can hear the arguments you have with others? It's always like listening to a stage play with the way you lot talk to each other.

Why do you do that, why do you act so hostile all the time? Is there any point or are you just doing it to feel a step above everyone else? We're stranded here together, you know, you're not going to benefit isolating yourself like that.

You don't have to be formal with me. We're on equal footing, in the same situation, aren't we? I could be your friend."

- ☀️ ( @finscadetkids )

“you’re nicholas. you’re friends with johnny” he spoke before the other could even get a word in. he let out his words cautiously, a bit more careful than he usually was. he looked at nicholas in the eye only slightly, before turning his attention to the weapon strapped to him. that was the real cause for concern.

“why are you here?” his eyes narrowed. surely johnny had told him about their little quarrel. though everette was sure nicholas was harmless, and that he himself was far from a rabid animal, so it was unlikely that he would shoot him point blank. but, there was still a possibility— and that possibility was most likely higher now considering how recently he made enemies with his best friend

but despite this and his efforts at the start to stay wary, his inherent nature betrayed his deteriorating want to live— to survive that is. his accursed tongue was no stranger to verbalizing his inner unbridled detestation, and thus, he did. there was no longer much regard for the other's feelings, nor his own life at this point so early in time

“did he send you my direction to send a bullet through my head? i already have enough to deal with after what abel did to me, you know. but of course you probably know. everybody does at this point. word spreads fast amongst you loathsome lot. as fast as 'he fire that happened on this island when we first got here. or maybe—“

everette’s words, just as they were starting to return to their rhythmic bouts of bitterness, ended as quick as they began. his words caught in his throat, the other boy's question hanging in the hair, until it fell into everette's hands. his grey eyes slowly met nicholas’ brown eyes. a glare riddled with building aggravation, met with a look of straightforward sincerity.

heat started to prickle beneath everette's skin. it slowly began to simmer to the surface, no doubt it was going to boil and overflow sooner or later. “what kind of question is that? you know, your little blue eyed friend came up to me with a stupid question just like yours not too long ago. didn't think i've ever cross a question more foolish than his, but 'hen here you are, presenting me with one 'hat might as well serve to be a testament to how daft you can really be. that's one thing about you nicholas, you just have to keep proving me wrong, don't you?"

"i've constantly overheard people say you two are opposites, but maybe i'm the first to actually find a solid similarity. how you two are complete idiots and sorry excuses for people. is that why johnny said you like the smarter folk? is 'hat to make up for your wits being non-existent, or am I mistaken? oh, of course not, i never actually am"

"you do know the saying that goes two heads are better than one, do you not, nicholas? though, how much better are they really if they're both as hollow as some seashell, hm? just like that useless conch that ralph still keeps around, 'hinking it'll do him any good anymore"

“it’s not like i was expecting anything more out of you, wasn’t expecting much at all, really. you could even say that they were in the ground, six feet below or what not— especially with the kind of people you associate with. but, perhaps even then my expectations were apparently too high, which I never thought to be possible"

"i thought you were going to shoot me dead. make me bleed from my head rather than from my nose. but now? quite honestly, i think i’d rather 'ake that over having a conversation with you” but, through all of this, the initial question still remained unanswered. purposeful ignorance, avoidance even. nicholas moved on after all, no reason for everette to dwell on it, no matter how much it provoked him. but, why did it provoke him so? was it because he truly thought it wasn't worth his time? or was it because for once, he couldn't properly answer him because he didn't know how to.

everette opted to focus on other things instead, he had no choice but to do so. he strained to listen to nicholas, a faint pain beginning to nag at him, his head aching. "if you want to talk about speaking formally, you should refer to reeves. 'hat boy speaks in riddles or something, such nonsense coming out of that self righteous mouth of his"

"what's the point in trying to get a message across when no one can understand you? no point at all 'hat's for sure. if you say anything about it though he'll probably retort back by saying how a simpleton such as yourself couldn't even begin to understand words of such superiority and grace. he makes me want to vomit." he let out a shaky breath, wiping off the excess blood that had now dried from his bruised and battered nose. his expression remained unbothered, although tension played at some of his features

"reeves thinks he'll make such a big impact in society. i just think reality has yet to hit him in the face, to knock him down a few pegs from 'hat pedestal he puts himself on. when that happens he's going to fall right into the loony bin, into 'he mental asylum where he belongs"

"there's something wrong with him, im sure of it. not just his ugly face, but internally as well. isn't it ironic? he's so closely affiliated with damon, who's the medic of the island, and yet no matter what, i bet that he could never fix reeves even if he tried!" if this were anyone else, perhaps there would be a little humor woven into that otherwise crude statement to lighten the connotations. but, everette was not just anyone else, of course he wasn't. the boy only grimaced, looking off to the side. he meant what he said.

"or take ripley for instance. he tends to articulate his 'houghts in such poetic verses. he did tell me he got full marks in writing back in school before we ended up here, so maybe that has something to do with it. every word of his is akin to the bindings of a book. strung together for one reason or another, it’s beyond me, really. can barely tell what’s going on in that head of his, i’d think it would be rather difficult to think with constant buzzing going on. if he even does think for himself anymore”

“there were days i wished he would just go quiet. no matter how lyrical and appealing his words may seem, when they are constantly following you around like some never ending allegory, 'hen it would end up driving you to your wits end sooner or later. but, i will say with indifference that my past desire has partly come true now. he speaks less than he used to, he mutters more than he actually talks. however, it’s all still very flowery. it’s much like 'he flowers he used to gift me. though, i'm sure flowers wilt in his path nowadays. the byproduct of his chosen lineage, i suppose"

his voice evened out at the last words, falling into silence. the waves fell high and low, and the wind blew past, it all served as white noise that then only emphasized how uncharacteristically still everette stood. he even looked, uncomfortable for a moment. the boy shook his head, crossing his arms.

"either way, i do not know their reasons, and I don’t care to give you mine in full. all you need to know is that if my father bids me to speak this way, then I will listen. he said that the way you speak is indicative of the boy you are, if not the man you will find yourself growing to be in the future. if you have a proper grasp on your words, then you may as well have the world in the palm of your hand. at the very least, that is what i remember him saying. I cannot recall his exact words anymore. i used to be able to. but, it has been a while since I last spoke to him, even before we got here"

everette's expression only faltered into more discomfort, his shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. whether they were meant to compose himself, or they were from losing his composure, it was unclear. he gripped onto the skin of his arms, almost absentmindedly like he didn't mean to do so. they looked quite different from before. the flesh was once so pristine, free of impurity. but now? they were covered in shallow scars. nicks, scratches, cuts alike.

he eyed nicholas again, the dirty look just barely offsetting the evident ache that was painted over the rest of him "but tell me, nicholas. when we got here, what did you 'hink was going to happen after a while? of course arguments were bound to stir up, of course disagreements and disputes were going to happen. and they will continue to do so. sure, perhaps for a little while at the start this place was some garden of eden to some of you. trees full of fruit, pristine waters, no adults to sully a good time"

"but then you take into account the selection of people here, and you realize something. 'hings were going to fall apart one way or another. whether that be between people our age, those who are older than us who should really know better, or even the littluns as 'hey kick sand into each other's eyes” his nails dug into his skin, but he continued to look nicholas dead in the eye. it was almost like he didn't notice the way it hurt, like he didn't mean to, he just did. and god knows why he did.

“we are in the middle of a war. we are stranded on a damned island with perhaps our only chance of salvation having already slipped from our fingers. do you think it matters to me who sees anymore? do you think i care about how it affects the others around when they overhear? I could care less about what they think! I don't— I don't care about how they perceive me, if that's what you think! I know i'm better 'han all of you, everyone else just has yet to get it through their numb skulls. i'll be revered as I was meant to be. I will"

"if they were truly scared, how about they just pry their eyes away and run off to some place where they don’t have to come across such sights? but no! you all still watch, don’t you?” as he spoke, his nails only dug deeper, threatening to draw blood. it was as if he was trying to claw and reach the sacrilegious nature of his soul. as if he was trying to pull out the hatred that ran deep in his veins, even if that meant hurting his body that was only so human.

“at least something comes out of it 'hough, right? according to you, all these quarrels and fights, they all piece together to craft a very original stage play for your very own personal viewing. entertainment, is that what you saw in it? find it pretty funny seeing me get my face beaten, didn't you, nicholas?"

"go off and find some more of it then if you find it so amusing. there’s plenty to go around here. maybe you can catch that god-awful merridew and ralph bickering with one another again. or here's some food for 'hought. perhaps you can even star in some little drama of your own. though, you aren't exactly star material. but, 'here are some exceptions. you would fit perfectly in a tragedy, you know? i would just adore seeing you die at the end. i'd go so far as to say that would be a picture perfect film" he scoffed, his gaze finally settling beyond the distant shore. he slowly uncrossed his arms, rubbing at them a bit. it was as if he thought he could wipe off the blemishes. how silly. don't you agree?

"now sod off, leave me alone. will you at the very least give me that much peace?" his voice cracked at the end. the tone of it still held an undeniable harshness, but if one were to listen closely, exhaustion had begun to lace itself at the ends. he brushed the tangles of his hair out at the bottoms, the curls at the edges barely maintained. he sighed, lowering himself down, sitting on the sand. the ocean waters came up, the seafoam nearly grazing him.

he thought that would be it, that nicholas would leave him alone. he would walk away, either being nice enough to give everette the loneliness that he wanted, or simply just being deterred enough from anything further. perhaps everette would even overhear a word or two dripping with newfound contempt slipping from the other's mouth as he did so. it was inevitable, it's what should have happened. but, that's not what the outcome ended up being.

the shadow that once loomed over him had gone away, only to be replaced with the very same presence, only now sitting beside him. patience is a heavenly virtue, and everette was far from the angel he claimed to be. the little patience he had was being held together by a singular thin thread, hung over his head. that thread had been cut clean as soon as nicholas began to speak once more, everette's restraint burning up more and more at each question that only acted as fuel to the flames in his lungs.

he turned to nicholas sharply, flinching backwards and away from him. his temper had come to a boil, his nerves ill at ease. the water that now washed up to his palms did nothing to cool the heat on his skin. he should have just got up and left, he didn't owe nicholas an answer. but, it was as if the words got ripped out from his throat, the defensive vices spilling from his lips like uncontrollable bile.

“why is it so hard to understand that i don't want you near me? keep me out of your filthy mouth, will you? i'm not hostile, nor do i lash out, but if you're making me out to be 'hat way then perhaps you are deserving to be on the receiving end of it! i’m just being honest, and it is not my fault that other people cannot handle the truth. if 'hey are going to take it so horribly, then so be it! i would gladly take isolation and have that familiar forsaken loneliness to plague me, over constantly surrounding myself with people who don't deserve to breathe the same air as me!"

"it is not my fault either 'hat i am simply just a cut above the rest of you. i have no need to make myself feel that way, what purpose would that serve? it would be absolutely redundant when i know i already am a step above all of you. and— and i am! i'm like this because— because" suddenly, his voice that had once been so loud and aggressive, fell into a hush. his eyes once so full of blatant frustration, went blank.

everette struggled to find his words, and for once, he stumbled over them. he stuttered and mumbled underneath his breath, incoherent muddled phrases leaving his lips, barely audible over the tides crashing into one another. he tried to form an explanation, even fabricate one if he had to. but, he couldn't. at least, none that he could admit to the other boy that he now looked away from, and more less himself.

he looked down at the sand, hugging his knees close to his chest. he felt awfully small, he was feeling like that a lot lately. his words came out worn and uneasy, quieter and more unsure than he had ever been before. “i don’t— I don't know, okay? why are you prying? are you trying to get something out of me so you can use it against me? spread it around to everyone else here who hates me? i've given them good reason to, you know”

everette was always faced with questions, and if not, then general interactions were constantly being offered instead. in turn, they were always met with varying, long winding responses. however, there was always one continuity. everette always insulted, berated, mocked or scorned. no one was excused from it because to him, everyone had something he could tear apart before stepping on the remains that resided beneath his shoe. in that awful sense, perhaps he did treat everyone with some form of equality.

the way he acted was a means to bring him safety, it acted as his security, even if it ended up warping his fate. so, what was he to do when it came to this? when someone did not approach him with curious naivety or the same vile scrutiny that he was so familiar with, but instead— genuine humanity? he was so confused, disorientated even. how was he supposed to act?

"I don't know— I don't. what do you want me to do? what can i do? i'm not like you, nicholas. i was born to be better, I was raised to be better, i'm supposed to be better. and thus i know that at the end of the day, the niceties that you preach will all be futile. this situation will either end with us dead, or alive long enough to make it off of here. and when that day comes, you all won't have to see me ever again. it’s going to end someday, one way or another. I don’t care about the means, as long as I get to the end. as long as I get to see her again"

"or maybe, do you want me to change? I can't, nicholas. i will always be my father’s son. bound by blood and yet not by heart nor soul" everette felt droplets of water hit the scraped skin of his knees. tear droplets. the tears trickled down his eyes in steady streams, warm against his skin, though the warmth brought no comfort. he hadn't even noticed, he couldn't even gauge when he first started to cry. but, there was no use in wiping them away anymore.

"I don't know why i'm saying all of this. against my better judgement i'm admitting all of this. 'hough, what I do know is that it's not to make you feel bad for me, if that's what you're assuming. i'm above that. i've above the pity you give out as some form of benevolent charity. I don't want nor need it, i'm not here to garner sympathy."

"i just— i think a part of me believes that if i don't take your little folly attempt to understand as my opportunity to, for once be vulnerable. then, perhaps one day, one of you would come across my bleeding body. all of the sins of human kind i’ve swallowed bleeding right out of my deceased being, instead of the confessions i am making right now as i sit here, still alive. telling them to you out of all people. i never would have thought. god, what do I make of myself anymore? what am I doing?"

he let a shaky breath in and out, tilting his head to look at nicholas— and for once, he didn't look like some amalgamation of corrupted verses from the testaments. everette looked like a child. a child who only knew how to hate for he never was loved enough. “truthfully, i just miss someone, nicholas. and, im sure you got a family who misses you. so does johnny, i assume. in that way, perhaps we are vaguely connected"

"but with how you are, and with who i am, i doubt friendship could ever come to fruition. I don't want to be friends. we're strangers, not equals, nor friends, who are only tied together by our situation as you mentioned yourself. but, if you mean it. we can talk here by the beach more. skip rocks, or what not? it'll be boring, but i think i would take boring over everything else that's going on right about now” his words were awkward, his voice foreign to even himself, but he was trying.

“that's my offer, since i turned down yours” and for once, something seemed to shift. not the tides, nor the wind, nor the boys' and their circumstance. but maybe, for once, something within everette did.

— everette ainsworth 🪽 nicholas @conchcorner

& johnny @conchcorner mentioned

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#lotf oc #lotf #everette ainsworth #nicholas lotf #i need to edit this more later

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❝I'm sure she'd appreciate it.❞

Maybe even make her less on edge when the puppy comes into view. Even if he wasn't staying there and would only be there for a little bit, anything to help ease that tension. Or maybe there wouldn't be any tension, she was a trained dog after all, maybe she would be calm about his presence. Either way.

Watching as they enter for the puppy to be put on the floor before they started moving throughout, this was- again- his time. Oh, but maybe they should look at supplies first. Yeah that made more sense, moving out of the way so he could grab a cart before returning.

❝We should probably look at an actual collar and a harness for him, I feel bad just having the lead wrapped around him, probably not very comfortable.❞

Even if they had been holding him the entire time essentially. Making his way over to the right aisle, mentally thanking the shop for having the important things before the fun things for once, scanning for a little combo. Had to be very little. It didn't have to be cute or anything, he was gonna end up looking online anyway for more horror or gothic themed ones, these just had to fit 'til then. Picking up a little black harness and holding it up, looking at the puppy, then back at the harness- that'd probably fit just fine. Can't get much smaller than extra small anyway. Looking at a chain collar, that'd be cute, but ultimately looking away as it probably wouldn't be too comfortable either.

❝Oh, priiiddeee.❞

Pointing out the little rainbow accented collar. Not what he'd be getting, but it was kinda cute. No, just a plain black collar for now, shuffling the ones on the rack for a second before finding one in the size they needed. Tossing it and the harness into the cart as he tries to think of what else he needed. Bowls and food obviously, probably a brush too looking at him, puppy pads, then the fun stuff. Maybe flea medicine?

❝At what age can you start putting flea medicine on puppies? 'Cause if he's gonna be running around in the backyard he's gonna need something.❞

Especially now that it was summer. Questioning as he pushes the cart to find the aisle with other supplies, stopping to grab a larger bag of puppy pads before continuing onward to the bowl aisle. It shouldn't be a hard choice to choose bowls, he was a little guy he didn't need big ones, but the designs... That was what got you, always had to look through the designs. Tapping his fingers on the cart's handle as he looks through the aisle, settling on black "marble" bowls. It was his dog, he was going to get black things for him, it was only to be expected.

❝Do you think...❞ Trailing off as he thinks just to shake his head slightly. ❝Nevermind, it's probably a case of "if you have to ask then the answer is yes". Where's the food storage?❞

“ Tha's good. I – think I never really thought about stuff that ya'd… grow with. ”

Maybe a part of him hadn't really thought much about what was further beyond where things were. At least, not until they started dating. He'd thought it would be him and his father for – well as long as they had together. Not that he'd minded that thought, but felt a bit odd now. Thinking about the future and what ifs that involved somebody else in his life. Someone he wanted to be there with him.

Someone to stand by his side when things got a bit harder.

That's what a sort of relationship like this had you thinking about, he supposed. That you wanted to think about what came next. Where would they go from here? What would they do and what kind of adventures were waiting for them.

It was exciting and a bit scary, actually.

“ Right, things that seem small but they really aren't. I mean – I get ya, there's more t' think about since things are changin' even a li'l bit. Really there's… a lot of things I didn't even give a thought t' until we met and started goin' out. Like – how Agape would react t' other people or… if Daddy would like th' person I chose. Sometimes things jus' kinda… crop up, I guess. ”

Growing included a lot of things, he supposed. Saying goodbye to old things and hello to newer ones. New environments and new people. Finding out new things about yourself and the way that the world worked and where you fit into it. Maybe he was getting a bit too introspective about it, but all the same.

A soft laugh escaped the smaller as he turned the vent away from him.

“ ‘m sure you’ll remember it at some point. ”

When the other comes to open the door, he gets out with the little puppy in his arms. Waiting a moment to see if Mason wants him back or not before they're heading inside. It's his time! The sweet little guy, he gets to pick all sorts of fun things!

“ Gosh, I feel like I haven't been in here in forever… we brought Agape f'er her birthday last year and she was goin' nuts over all th' new toys and treats they had on display. She even grabbed one of those chew bones from out of th' box like it was jus' hers immediately. Daddy had to pry the tag out so he could scan it and not take it from her! Maybe I should grab her somethin' while we're here, too… I don't want her t' feel left out. ”

Maybe it was odd to be worried about your dog like that, but whatever. She was getting older and it was important to make your older dogs feel just as loved and treasured as the puppies! Even if said puppy wasn't coming home with them, it was good to make sure she knew and understood that. Right? Right! That's what he'd done when the triplets came home too and those four were thick as thieves nowadays.

Maybe one day she'd get an actual little sibling – she'd deserve to have a nice few years of being retired and just playing, after all. Even if there were times where she'd still do her job even when she wasn't really ‘on the clock’ as it were.

Like randomly bringing him things she thought she needed. Though, that was a pretty cute habit and he did end up needing those things more often than not.

“ Well – either way, 'm pretty excited. ”

#lovesfolly #🩸 / gay do u think 🤔 ? specifically about how mason considers eros family

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