#without knowing how to properly care for them

[fruitiesss]

bob reynolds NSFW alphabet !

as requested lol, i listened to the people and the people want bob smut.

MINORS + AGELESS DNI. SMUT.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Bob's very into cuddling and being close in general, he's also a human heater so if you're not cold you're gonna have to push him off until you are (his pouty face ensues). If it was really messy, he'll run a bath and get in with you situated on his lap. He keeps water bottles by the bed and isn't above running quickly to the store to grab some food if you need it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Bob likes his hands. They're almost constantly in use because he likes to fidget and read, so he's more than capable with them, and he loves the way you come apart under them.

He'd like your thighs and hips, it's something to hold onto while he fucks into you or when you ride him. He also loves the squishiness of them, much better than any stress relief toys you buy him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Bob's never been in the place mentally (or physically) to risk having a kid at his age. He's always used condoms or pulled out when he's been in quick hook-ups before (though not many, he's quite inexperienced). You would have to sit him down and discuss kids with him first, but even then he's still hesitant and nervous.

He prefers to cum on your stomach or back if you'd let him. He cleans it up fast though, knowing the stickiness when it dries is less than desirable.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He rarely watches porn - why would he need to, he has you! - but does when you're away on a long mission or a trip. He takes inspiration from it and tries to incorporate a position or kink he'd watched that he thought you might like.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) This boy is inexperienced. As I said before, he's had a few hook-ups here and there but he's never been interested enough to learn. You're gonna have to teach him a few things and he is so eager to please you in any way you want. He's incredibly good at following orders.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) COWGIRL. FUCKING RIDE HIM HE WILL CUM INSTANTLY. Just the way he can see you - all of you - makes him harder than a fucking rock. Ugh, this man will have his hands anywhere, eyes half lidded in pure bliss as he watches you bounce.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Bob's a mix of both. He's serious when he's concentrating, trying to reach the spot that makes your toes curl, but he laughs and jokes with you when he's not. He can't take himself seriously and neither can you, it feels so good but it's also really funny.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He's never taken care of himself properly before. Now that he's clean, he probably trims a little down there so it's not completely unbearable but he won't be smooth or clean shaven. He dyed his hair blonde ONCE and nobody will let him forget it, so YES the carpet matches the drapes thank you. He also doesn't mind if you shave or not. Hair is natural and he understands that, he actually prefers if you don't shave, as long as you're clean.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Sex for him is all about connection. He's done the unfeeling, unromantic stuff before and he hates it. You are his everything and he needs you to know that. He's complimenting you with every other word, letting you know how much he loves you or how good you make him feel. He is all about you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He rarely jacks off because you're right there all the time. Though when you're out of town or on a long mission he will do it a couple of times just to keep himself sated until you can come back. He's needy for you always.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) BOB LIKES HIS HAIR BEING PULLED. Grab it by the roots and pull and he will give you the sweetest sound you've ever heard. He loves praise too, call him a good boy and he's already on his knees for you so he can do anything you want. He's a switch 100%, will do anything you want but likes to be dominated sometimes.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He likes being in bed with you, he's very hesitant to do anything in public because you're his to see and he's yours to see. He will if you really want to, but he won't like it. When he's really needy, he'll corner you wherever you are in the tower until you take him up to one of your rooms, with him following like a dog on a leash.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) You. If you're in the mood, he's in the mood. If he sees you, he's in the mood. Wearing something revealing? He's on you. You opened the floodgates when you first laid with him now lie in the bed you made.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He's not into any kind of bodily fluid (other than cum, obviously) or anything where he hurts you or you hurt him. He refuses to lay a hand on you. Unless it's a soft slap. Impact play is a big no no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He likes to get his dick sucked. He loves it, actually. You look so pretty on your knees with his cock in your mouth. He prefers giving, though! He wasn't so good at it when he started out but he has definitely gotten much better since he started out and he is a MUNCH. This man will spend hours between your legs if he can, his intense eyes staring into yours.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Bob as a person is very soft and sweet despite everything he's been through. He would take it slow and sweet with you, afraid to break you as if you were made of glass. He could take you fast and rough but he wouldn't be able to keep it up.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He doesn't like them. Too fast, it blurs in his head. He needs to know you're satisfied before he can leave you. He will take you for a quickie if you really, really beg him and only if you're in a place where you can't get to your beds.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He likes to experiment with anything you bring to him. He'll do anything (other than his nos) at least once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Thanks to his powers, he has very good stamina. He'll last about 6 rounds with water breaks in between but if you wanted more, he will give you more. Anything for you. He'd last the whole day for you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He's never seen the need for them. His hand did the job just fine when he was low on money (or needed the money for drugs) and even now he doesn't see the need for toys. He doesn't get jealous if you have any toys either, he'll use them on you if you're into that.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He thinks he's a tease but really he gives in whenever you so much as pout at him or whine. He's so smitten for you and wants to provide everything you need.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Bob will be quiet at first, biting into his hand to stifle any of his moans or grunts so he can fully hear the beautiful noises he elicits from you. But that's when he's on top. Get him submissive and that boy is LOUD for you. Pull his hair and he WILL moan. Overstimulate him and he WILL whine.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He likes to bite and suck marks into your skin. Especially in those spots that are hard to cover up. It gives him a sense of pride, knowing that he did that to you. He's also very bitey in general. Very cute.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He's not small at all but he'd not HUGE. I'd say he's 6 inches, nice and thick. Knows how to use it once he gets the hang of sex in general. It curves slightly to the left and has a nice pink tip, cut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) This guy is super needy. He's ready for you at any time, you just need to ask and he's already pouncing on you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He only lets himself fall asleep once he's sure you're comfortable enough to. He is very sleepy after, though. He's falling asleep as he's scrubbing you in the bath, head slumping forward onto your shoulder until you nudge him. Once you're taken care of though, he's out like a light on the bed.

[pagesfromthevoid]

Tagging in here for the Bob discussion. But imagine after a few times together he gets the confidence to be on top but he is a complete service top (still whiny though)

You’re so right, anon. So very right (this got. Very away from me).

The first few times, he’s so awkward. He’s worried he’s not doing it right, or he’s bad at it. He’s so timid and awkward, and he waits for you to make the first move because he knows what he wants but he doesn’t know what you want. What if you don’t want him touching you there? Or what if he does something you don’t like but won’t say anything so you don’t upset him? So he lets you make the choices.

But after —let’s say, the fourth, fifth time (and a few shattered windows because, well, turns out he doesn't know how to control his powers just yet when he's worked up) —he realizes that…you want him just badly as he wants you. Actually, you might be even more desperate than he is, honestly. Because you’re the one being patient with him. You’re taking everything by his pace; stopping when he needs to stop. Only touching him when he’s made it clear he’s okay with it. While he’s the one “in control,” it’s not really control —you’re just you, and you’re willing to take it slow and take care of him over yourself instead.

And now all he wants is to give you everything.

You’re lounging in his bed one night, reading one of the books from the stack he got from the library. Bob isn’t in the room; he’s been with Bucky and Walker most of the evening, doing god knows what (jokes on you, he was getting a terrible pep talk from both of them on how to do this). Bucky was helpful; gave some relatively functional advice. However, Walker kept repeating to use the alphabet, which was…not great and even Bob knows that. They did make him put on a less baggy tee shirt; something about having confidence in his own appearance would translate into the room.

He missed his sweater.

You only look up when the door opens because there’s a shift in the air; not a bad shift. Just...different suddenly. You put the book aside as he walks in, hands behind his back. He looks a bit rigid; stiff, uncomfortable.

“Where’s your sweater?” You ask, though it’s hard to complain when you can see the veins in his arms properly.

You don’t mind the baggy clothes; he’s comfortable and you find that’s what is most attractive. But it would be a lie to say you’re not pleased to see the lean muscle that he has under this shirt. Outside of being intimate, it wasn't often that you got to see him exposed in any way —even if it was just a t-shirt instead of a sweater.

“Uh, Bucky and Walker took it,” he explains but that sounds bad so he explains further. “Training. We were training and they didn’t want me to train in it. It’s…weird, right? The shirt? I’m not used to wearing things that are so…I don’t know, tight?”

You just hum, tilting your head to the side as you look him over. He looks down some, feeling like he’s being ogled (well, he is. But he's still not used to you staring at him like this).

“I think you look good,” you offer, sitting up properly now. “Not that I don’t like what you usually wear —I like whatever makes you feel good. But I'm not going to pretend that I don't like being able to see more of you whenever I get the chance."

"You do?" He asks, and you can't help but laugh a little. "I'm not much to look at —,"

"Wrong," you quickly interrupt, slowly standing up. "There's a reason why I like to take off your clothes —I like taking my time because I don't get to see all of you often." You pause for a second, taking a moment to consider how much more you could tell him without making him uncomfortable. "It's something that only I get to see. I like to enjoy that."

Bob is staring you down, definitely short-circuiting because neither Bucky nor Walker advised him on how to handle anything you just said. How is it fair that you’re just so…good to him?

But then...he takes a step forward. You don't move; that shift in the air suddenly makes sense and you let Bob decide what he's going to do now. His hands clench into fists a few times, trying to coax himself forward.

You take just barely a step towards him —not even an inch. Something instinctual; something gravitational. Then his hands are on your hips, and his lips are on yours, and he’s pushing you towards the bed. It’s the first time he’s initiated a kiss without outright asking. You melt into the touch, sighing into his mouth as the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress.

Sometimes you forget that Bob is incredibly powerful. He was, after all, created to be stronger than all of the Avengers combined. He doesn't particularly like using his abilities, but when his hands grip your thighs and lift you up, you gasp in surprise.

"I want to make you feel good," he practically breathes into your mouth, and even though he's the one leading, his voice comes out begging. "You always take care of me —let me do that for you."

You nod frantically, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into another kiss, but he only let's you get a quick peck in before he's pulling away. You whine a bit, sitting up on your elbows to complain —but you can't find anything to complain about as Bob is slipping his shirt over his head.

It's not the first time you've seen him shirtless. But it's the first time he's taken his shirt off himself, without prompting. Usually he wants to wait until you ask, or you're the one playing with the hem of the shirt and trying to get it off. But the confidence in his movements is both amazing and distractingly attractive, and you're staring unabashedly with lust blown pupils and kiss swollen lips.

Your eyes trail over his skin —the freckles and scars that letter his collarbones, the flush that's spread from his throat down over his chest. Down to his abs and following the V that leads below the waist of his sweats —which are straining from the hard on that's hidden beneath.

"You're staring," he teases, and it's a shaking sort of tease —like he's unsure of if he should be speaking.

"You're hot," you confess, but it's not really a confession at this point.

You've told him he's hot before —he doesn't believe you usually. But the little grin on his face suggests that maybe today, he does.

"You're too good for me," he counters as his hands slide up your thighs and over your hips. Then he's leaning in closer, pressing his lips to your jaw and peppering kisses over your skin.

You buck slightly at the touch, chasing it, and he immediately gives in and slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your leggings. You suck in a breath, and he pauses, but you lift your hips in response, a silent plea to continue. He doesn't hesitate and pries your clothes off of you, tossing them to the floor, before settling between your legs on his knees. You move to take off your shirt but he stops you, one hand holding you down.

"Don't," he warns, puling away to look down at you. "Let me do this for you."

You watch him for a moment but nod, pulling your hands away from your shirt. Bob's hands are slow —not teasing, not purposely at least —dragging up your hips to your waist, pushing your shirt up as he goes. His fingers trail along your ribs, just grazing the edge of your bra. You briefly wonder if he'll try to take it off or if you'll need to do that yourself —but he settles on pulling your shirt over your head first.

Your skin is warm and soft against his fingers, and he's watching as your chest rises with each breath you take in anticipation. You're still sitting up on your elbows, waiting, watching, when he leans down and pulls you up against his chest. One hand is bracing your lower back as the other fumbles with the clasp of your bra.

Confidence doesn't matter when it comes to bras, because they're evil, he decides as he sighs in frustration. He almost caves into the embarrassment, worried he's ruined the moment. But you reach behind your back with ease and unclip it, and toss it away. He wants to complain, and you can see he does, but you wrap your arms around his neck again and pull him into a messy kiss.

It's all teeth and tongues, deepening each second his hands grip you tighter. Then he's laying you back down, dragging his lips from yours to your jaw. Then down your throat. One of his hands holds your hip, but the other is trembling as it approaches your breast and tentatively squeezes it. You hum in response, and his mouth is on your nipple now, grazing it with his teeth.

Between the biting, the sucking and the pinching, you're aching for more. But the sounds he's making —the moans when you sigh his name or tug at his hair —are almost as satisfying as an orgasm itself.

Though you certainly wouldn't refuse one or two of those.

Perhaps he can read your mind, or maybe he just knows what he wants —it doesn't really matter —because he gives your breasts one final squeeze and nip then trails his mouth down your stomach. The closer he gets to you, the more fidgety you become. You can feel his lips smile against your skin.

"It's okay," he promises, breath fanning over your thighs as he parts them slowly.

His fingers are trembling slightly, pressed into your thighs just enough to leave marks. Like he's scared that if he lets go, you're going to pull away from him. But he shakes those thoughts from his head, shifting down the bed until he's sitting on his knees on the floor. You're about to argue, to ask him what he's doing, but he wraps his arms around your thighs and yanks you down the bed until your legs are over his shoulders. You gasp, and his nose just barely presses above your wet core.

He groans, pressing his forehead into your thigh, fingers tightening around you. "God, you are...you're so wet."

"I told you," you sigh, running a hand through his hair, guiding him to look up at you through his lashes. "You're hot. This is hot. Everything you're doing is just...hot."

He melts into you, taking a moment to ground himself in your touch. "You have no idea how much you do for me," he admits, pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh softly. "But I'm...I'm going to try to show you."

"Oh, Bob, you don't —,"

But you cut yourself off with a gasp, fingers tightening in his hair as he buries his face in between your legs. Your hips move involuntarily, chasing his tongue as it swipes through your folds. He doesn't stop you, only presses his tongue flat against you before he sucks on your clit.

You suck in a breath, begging him to keep going. He nods as if he trying to respond, but he's groaning instead as he slips his tongue into you. Your thighs tighten around his head, hand guiding his head and mouth exactly where you need him to be. The hands holding your hips drift away, one disappearing entirely while the other glides just between your folds, one finger pressing into you slowly.

"Oh-oh," you sigh, involuntarily clenching around his one finger. "Oh, god, more —please —you're doing so good.."

He pulls his mouth away, just slightly, so he can see how you react as he slips a second finger inside you —curling up slightly. His eyes are glossy, face smeared in your juices, and you think this is the hottest thing you've seen in your entire life.

You cry out his name, back arching off the bed as you beg for him to go faster. He pulls out, just briefly, and you swear you hear him groan again. But you're too distracted by his fingers pressing up into you once again to notice any sounds that aren't the sounds of him finger-fucking you and him whining as he sucks on your clit.

You're so close —can feel it teetering on the edge when you manage to open your eyes just enough to watch him suck at your clit as he continues his rhythm. His other hand —the one that had disappeared —is in his lap and you understand his own whimpering now. While he's ruining you —burying his fingers so deep inside you, curling up and into that spongey spot that causes you to cry —he's jerking off at the whole experience.

And that tips you over the edge, pressing your heels into his shoulders as he furiously pumps his fingers in and out as you ride out your orgasm. You're crying out his name, begging him to stop because it's sensitive —fuck, your nerves are on fire —but he knows you don't actually want him to stop. It feels so good —the wave after wave of your orgasm washing over you before you hear him cry out himself, his body jerking against yours as he cums all over his hand.

You've collapsed on the bed, breathing heavy, and he's laying his forehead against your thigh. Both coming down from this, trying to catch your breaths.

When you've finally come to your senses —a solid five minutes later —you pull him up to lay beside you, pushing his hair out of his face. He's smiling at you lazily, hand laying against the base of your throat to feel your heartbeat.

"Have I told you recently how hot you are?" You ask, brushing your nose against his. You can smell yourself on his breath, and you're about to kiss him again when he says,

"I think I might start believing it soon."

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[xjulixred45x]

Wahhhhhh

Your neglected child Yuu was so cute and now I can’t help thinking about the Vices

Trey probably dotes on them a lot. He might even see it as a way to redeem himself for being unable to help Riddle as a kid

Ruggie def has a soft spot for kids and you can fight me on that. Would probably be a great babysitter

Jade… what can I say about Jade. Idk actually

I can’t imagine Jamil would be as gung-ho about brainwashing a child but he’d also definitely want to use Crowley’s favoritism to his advantage

Rook would probably find child Yuu adorable. I can imagine him teaching them how to shoot a tiny little bow (no one knows how he got one)

Ortho and child Yuu bestie supremacy. That’s all I have to say. No it’s not. I imagine Ortho and Yuu would have this whole “discovering the world together dynamic” due to their separate circumstances but they’d also do it together

Lilia would see child Yuu and scoop them up before presenting them to Silver like “new sibling just dropped” especially if he felt they weren’t being properly cared for

Aww, this is so sweet.

Trey goes into dad/big brother mode as soon as he finds out there's a little kid at NRC without parents and, above all, with clear signs of being malnourished. Trey tries to balance giving Yuu lots of sweets and sugary things with healthier options so they doesn't end up with any additional health problems. They've also developed a great habit of cooking together! This way, Trey knows exactly what Yuu likes and dislikes, ensuring he won't have a problem if the kid is picky—we all have our tastes!

Whenever Yuu says something related to the way they was raised or about their parents, Trey can't help but get a strange feeling of nostalgia that makes him feel sick. He tries to keep Yuu from thinking about their parents most of the time, but above all, he tries to be as assertive as possible about the fact that what Yuu's parents did was WRONG, that they're a good kid, that they're not a burden, etc. Basically, he's trying to do what he should have done a long time ago.

Ruggie initially thought Yuu was a lost child, maybe a teacher's kid. He doesn't trust Crowley AT ALL to take care of Yuu, so every time he sees them (be it in the cafeteria or somewhere else), he tries to check on them in a lively way (asking them if they're okay, if they're eaten anything recently, if Crowley is watching them). Yuu likes to be around Ruggie to play; they thinks he's fun, and Ruggie takes it as a compliment.

Ruggie is used to children and can read them well, so he notices something is wrong with Yuu (and at first, he thought Crowley was the culprit). Ruggie tells Yuu that if an adult hurts them, they should go directly to him for help (Leona owes him one, after all). But he calms down and feels bad when Yuu explains about their parents. At least he assures Yuu that they won't have to see them again.

Jade is terrifying to Yuu; whenever he tries to interact with them, Yuu runs away like their life depends on it. Ironically, they're friendlier to Floyd (because he's much friendlier to little kids in general), and they tend to play a few games when Yuu has nothing to do and Floyd is bored (things like racing Yuu on Floyd's shoulders, Floyd grabbing Yuu by the arms and spinning them around, etc.).

Floyd doesn't really realize that Yuu has a troubled past until Jade points it out. When he does, however, he assures Yuu that if their parents (or anyone, really) try to hurt them again, he'll happily squeeze them :)

Jamil has mixed feelings about Yuu. On one hand, they're the sweetest kid around, but on the other, he uses Crowley's favoritism toward them whenever he can. This doesn't mean Jamil doesn't take care of Yuu, of course not. He makes sure they eat at least three times a day, get some exercise, and study. He's like a mother hen, and he worries A LOT when Yuu gets hurt or starts crying for any reason. He has a younger sister, so I like to think he's relatively good at comforting them.

Jamil doesn't really treat Yuu any differently after learning of their past, but he does make a point of not doing certain things that might remind them of their trauma, things like leaving them alone for too long, yelling at them, and raising his hands when angry (along with teaching Yuu that if they feels bad, whether physically or emotionally, to go to him or an adult). Above all, Jamil got used to Yuu feeling SAFE around him and made sure it stays that way.

Rook thinks Yuu is the cutest little thing ever, constantly lifting them up in the air like they're a stuffed animal and hugging them (if they complains to him he'll stop, but if not, he'll carry on as if Yuu were his personal teddy bear). The idea of him trying to teach Yuu how to shoot a tiny bow and arrow is hilarious (everyone is worried about two things: 1- Rook using himself to prop up Yuu's apples for a target shoot, and 2- WHERE THE HELL DID HE GET A BOW FOR SUCH A YOUNG KID?). Vil is going to have a heart attack because of them both.

Rook is a big brother; let's just say he has a sixth sense when Yuu is feeling particularly bad. During these times, Rook tends to act especially theatrical in an attempt to cheer them up, or he even tries to talk to Yuu about how they're feeling to see if he can do anything for them (Rook definitely joins Floyd and Ruggie's "I hate Yuu's biological parents" squad, but he's more silly and discreet about it).

I've already talked about Ortho and the first-years here.

Lilia formally knows Yuu as a friend of Malleus, but he thinks they're the cutest things in life. he's constantly on their tail, appearing out of nowhere (scaring Yuu in the process, though Lilia is good at calming them down with a lullaby), showing up at Ramshackle to make sure they have food and good living conditions, though eventually he just shows up one day, grabs Yuu and Grim like a sack of potatoes, and decides they'd have better living conditions in Diasomnia (partly to spite Crowley. The custody battle will be legendary).

Lilia does the typical things a father should do with his children: read them a bedtime story, tuck them in, pack them lunch for the day (he doesn't cook it, Silver or Sebek does), and is very likely one of the few adults Yuu ends up accidentally calling "dad" (Lilia will have to be restrained from doing an express adoption right there). Overall, the little kid has made its way into the old general's heart.

For this reason, he is very patient when it comes to comforting Yuu about their original "family." He usually soothes them with a lullaby and puts them to bed in Diasomnia, but not before going to "talk" to Crowley about it.

Let's just say Yuu has all of NRC in the palm of their little hand, but it's not something the students complain about.

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(ESPAÑOL)

Awwwww esto es tan dulce

Trey activa el modo papá/hermano mayor en cuanto se entera que hay un niño pequeño en NRC sin padres y sobretodo, con claros signos de estar mal alimentado. Trey trata de equilibrar entre darle muchos dulces y cosas azucaradas a Yuu, y cosas más saludables para que no termine con algún problema de salud adicional. Tambien un gran habito que tomaron es de cocinar juntos! Así Trey sabe con exactitud qué cosas le gustan a Yuu y que cosas no, le asegura que no tiene problemas si el nene es quisquilloso ¡todos tenemos nuestros gustos!

Cada vez que Yuu dice algo relacionado a la forma en la que fue criado o con relación a sus padres, Trey no puede evitar tener un extraño sentimiento de nostalgia que lo deja sintiendo enfermo. Él trata de que Yuu no piense en sus padres la mayoría del tiempo, pero sobretodo, trata de ser lo más asertivo posible en que lo que los padres de Yuu hacían estaba MAL, que él es un buen niño, que no es una carga, etc. Básicamente trata de hacer lo que debió hace mucho tiempo.

Ruggie pensó al principio que Yuu era un niño perdido que talvez era el hijo de algún profesor, él realmente no confía PARA NADA en Crowley para cuidar de Yuu, por lo que cada vez que lo ve (ya sea en la cafetería o algún otro lugar) trata de checar que este bien de forma animada (preguntarle si está bien, si ha comido algo recientemente, si Crowley le esta cuidando). A Yuu le gusta estar cerca de Ruggie para jugar, cree que es divertido y Ruggie lo toma como un cumplido.

Ruggie esta acostumbrado a los niños y sabe leerlos bien, por lo que nota que algo malo pasa con Yuu (y al principio pensó que Crowley era el culpable), digamos que Ruggie le dice a Yuu que si un adulto le hace daño, que vaya directamente a él por ayuda (Leona le debe una después de todo), pero entre que se tranquiliza y se siente mal cuando Yuu le explica lo de sus padres. Al menos le asegura a Yuu que no tendrá que verlos de nuevo.

Jade es aterrador para Yuu, cada vez que el intenta interactuar con ellos, Yuu corre como si su vida dependiera de ello. Irónicamente es mas amigable con Floyd (porque el es mucho mas amigable con los niños pequeños en general), y tienden a jugar algunos juegos cuando Yuu no tiene nada que hacer y Floyd esta aburrido (cosas como carreras con Yuu en los hombros de Floyd, Floyd agarrando a Yuu de sus brazos y haciéndole girar a toda velocidad, etc).

Floyd realmente no se da cuenta de que Yuu tiene un pasado turbulento hasta que Jade se lo señala, cuando lo hace, sin embargo, le asegura a Yuu que si sus padres (o cualquier persona en realidad) intentan lastimarle otra vez, el felizmente los apretara 

Jamil tiene sentimientos encontrados con respecto a Yuu, por una parte, es el niño más dulce que hay, pero por otra parte usa el favoritismo de Crowley hacia ellos cada que puede. Esto no quiere decir que Jamil no cuide de Yuu, claro que no, él se asegura que coman mínimo 3 veces al día, hagan algo de ejercicio, estudien, es como una mamá gallina, y se preocupa MUCHO cuando Yuu se lastima o empieza a llorar por cualquier razón. Él tiene una hermana menor, me gusta pensar que es relativamente bueno en el confort.

Jamil realmente no trata diferente a Yuu tras saber su pasado, pero si tiene en cuenta de no hacer ciertas cosas que puedan recordarle su trauma, cosas como dejarle solo mucho tiempo, gritarle, alzar las manos estando enojado (junto a enseñarle a Yuu que si se siente mal, ya sea física o emocionalmente, vaya con el o algún adulto). Por encima de todo, Jamil se acostumbró a que Yuu se sienta SEGURO cerca de él y se asegurara de que se mantenga así.

Rook piensa que Yuu es la cosita más adorable que puede existir, constantemente lo esta levantando en el aire como si fuera un peluche y abrazándolo (el para si Yuu se queja, pero si no, el seguirá como si Yuu fuera su oso de felpa personal). La idea de que trate de enseñarle a Yuu a disparar un pequeño arco y flecha es súper graciosa (todos están preocupados sobre dos cosas: 1- que Rook se use a sí mismo para apoyar las manzanas de tiro al blanco para Yuu y 2- ¿DE DONDE DIABLOS SACO UN ARCO PARA UN NIÑO TAN JOVEN?). Vil va a tener un ataque cardiaco por culpa de los dos.

Rook es un hermano mayor, digamos que tiene un sexto sentido cuando Yuu se siente especialmente mal. Para esos momentos, Rook suele actuar especialmente teatral en un intento de animarle, o directamente trata de hablar de Yuu sobre cómo se siente para saber si puede hacer algo por ellos (definitivamente Rook se une a Floyd y Ruggie al Squad de “odio a los padres biológicos de Yuu” pero es más silly y discreto al respecto).

Ya hablé de Ortho y los de primer año aquí.

Lilia conoce formalmente a Yuu como un amigo de Malleus, pero cree que son la cosa mas tierna de la vida. Constantemente está detrás de ellos, apareciendo de la nada (asustando a Yuu en el proceso, aunque Lilia es bueno calmándole con una canción de cuna), apareciendo en Ramshackle para ver que tengan comida y buenas condiciones, aunque eventualmente el solo aparece un día, los agarra como un saco de papas a Yuu y Grim, y decide que tendrían mejores condiciones de vida en Diasomnia (y en parte para molestar a Crowley. La batalla por la custodia será legendaria).

Lilia hace las típicas cosas que debería hacer un padre con sus hijos con Yuu, leerles un cuento para dormir, arroparle, aprontarle un almuerzo para el dia (no lo cocina el, lo cocina Silver o Sebek), y es muy probable que sea uno de los pocos adultos que Yuu termina llamando “papá” por accidente (Lilia tendrá que ser contenido de hacer una adopción express ahí mismo). En general el nene ha hecho su camino en el corazón del viejo general.

Por lo mismo, es muy paciente cuando se trata de consolar a Yuu con respecto a su “familia” original. Suele calmarle con una canción de cuna y lo pone en su cama en Diasomnia, no sin antes ir a “hablar” con Crowley al respecto.

Digamos que Yuu tiene todo NRC en la palma de su pequeña mano, pero no es algo de lo que los estudiantes se quejen.

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[bratbby333]

was just thinkin about gojo if he played college baseball and it kinda spiraled from there…

baseballplayer!satoru who never misses the chance to show off—especially if you’re watching.

he is most definitely the starting pitcher. are you kidding? the aura? the charisma? the energy? he’s cocky and a total diva because he’s the team’s ace. their defensive lineup is nothing without his skills.

baseballplayer!satoru who has your initials stitched on his glove.

he is so superstitious and ritualistic that he will only wear his lucky batting gloves if you hand them to him. he’ll even throw a fit if you don’t give him a good luck kiss before the game because he’s absolutely certain that you’re the reason he’s preforming so well.

he’s not obnoxious about PDA (anymore), but he does always have a hand on your waist or around your shoulders. physical contact of some kind is a must or he’ll get pouty.

baseballplayer!satoru who loves all the snacks you pack for him. he claims he plays better when they come from you and he refuses to get anything store-bought because they don’t ‘taste the same’.

baseballplayer!satoru who gets mildly offended when you cheer too loudly for his teammates or even mention an opposing team.

he pouts and starts to sulk, his eyes narrowing in mock-suspicion. “i’m literally the best player on the field. you wouldn’t betray me like that…right…?” you just giggle and roll your eyes in response, squishing his cheeks fondly. he’s definitely still pouting, but it’s all facade. he’s actively trying not to smile and is hiding the fact that he’s melting on the inside at the sound of your laugh.

baseballplayer!satoru who always pushes himself to the limit and is absolutely exhausted after practice.

he’ll flop himself onto the bed, curling up against you with a huff. “babyyy…my body hurts. please love on me. it’s the only thing that’ll make me feel better.” and after about two minutes of head scratches he's out cold, head firmly planted on your chest as his fingers curl around your shirt. so big and bad on the field but turns to putty in your arms.

he’ll take you on long drives with no destination in mind, especially after a tiring day. the windows are down as the wind whistles through the car. the music is low, the melody soft and peaceful. his hand rests on your thigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin.

he talks about his dreams of going pro, but always ending with, “as long as you’re there, i don’t care where i end up. and when i make it big, im taking you with me. first-class. forever.”

baseballplayer!satoru who sometimes sneaks you onto the field after-hours.

he teaches you how to hold a bat, how to throw a pitch, and would most definitely make terrible innuendos the entire time. “Gotta get a firm grip, sweetheart. Can’t swing properly if you don’t wrap your hands around it just right.” you almost laugh. almost. “Don’t be shy. Give it everything you’ve got. Full body movement. Trust me—hips make all the difference.” this one earns him a soft slap to his bicep as you roll your eyes, but the smile on your face and warmth in your cheeks tells him everything he needs to know.

you show up for him every single day, on and off the field. but don’t think he doesn’t also support you 100%. in fact, his reciprocity always goes above and beyond. when you do something amazing—ace a test, get a promotion, anything—he leaves a gift box on your pillow or takes you somewhere nice. sometimes, he wears your name written on tape over the back of his jersey just to make a point.

“gotta let ‘em know who i play for.”

baseballplayer!satoru who takes you to all the college ragers and keg parties with him.

if someone starts flirting with you, he keeps his cool. however, he will slide in behind you, his arms snaking around your waist as he presses a few kisses to your neck. he’ll cast a sly glance at the person before looking down at you, “sorry, this one’s taken. isn’t that right, sweetheart?” he’d say, his smirk never wavering.

baseballplayer!satoru when he wears his backwards baseball cap and smirks down at you? dangerous. at first, he didn’t understand the effects—fidgeting with his hats is a compulsion at this point. but once he figured it out? he does it on purpose. he loves that it drives you crazy.

sometimes, during a heated makeout session, he’ll take it off and put it on you. he pauses, giving himself a moment to drink in the sight of you—lips swollen and eyes low. you gaze up at him with the cutest little smile while his thumbs trace your cheeks. he can’t help but bite his lip and mutter, “shit. you’re gonna be the death of me.”

and after a big win, he’s so hyped up and absolutely buzzing with adrenaline that he almost doesn’t make it all the way home. he pins you against the wall the second the door closes, growling in your ear, “i need you. now.”

his calloused hands run along your body as he roughly tugs on your clothes, lips sucking on your soft flesh while he nips at your skin.

baseballplayer!satoru who has an undeniable praise kink. i guess that's why he's such good team player...

he runs his mouth like it’s second nature—on the field, in the locker room, and especially when you’re beneath him. he's downright filthy. this man is obnoxiously confident, downright obsessed with you, and dangerously good with his words… he whispers praise and filth in the same breath, telling you how good you feel, how pretty you sound, and especially how lucky he is to have you like this. all his. “you like watching me on the field, baby? bet you like this more, huh?” he’s driven by his deep rooted desire for you to always know how badly he wants you. every moan, every arch of your back, every flutter of your lashes drives him crazy, and he’s not shy about saying it. “you hear that? that’s allll you. sounding so damn pretty for me.” “look at you—fuck, i don’t deserve this…my pretty girl—i don’t deserve you.” he gets especially talkative when you’re being quiet. if you try to bite back your sounds, he’ll go feral trying to break you open with his voice alone. “cmon, baby. don’t hide it. let me hear how good i make you feel.” you already know he’s got so much stamina, and if you don’t answer him the way he likes, he’ll thrust even harder, burying himself even deeper, trying to get those sweet sounds to fall from your lips once more. “say it, pretty girl. say who’s making you feel this good.”

and, when it’s just the two of you, the rest world fading into background noise, he’s soft in ways that only you get to see.

in his mind, he'd happily trade teasing smirks for sleepy smiles, his constant sexual innuendos for whispered “i love you’s,” and baseball caps for hoodie-covered cuddles. he still talks a big game, of course. that will never change. but now it’s about the future he wants with you, the tiny apartment he wants to share, the warm meals after practice, the wins you’ll celebrate together.

because to satoru, success means nothing if you're not by his side. you were always the real home run. his most valuable win.

author note! i know this has probably been done before but i have personally never read/seen any gojo x baseball before and the urge to write my own headcannons was too intense to ignore. i hope y'all enjoyed!

dividers from @/cafekitsune

[universefcb]

hiii! could you write something angsty/fluff with pau cubarsi 😔🤧? where he comforts reader, who has some toxic friends who only look for her when they need something and even if they hurt her, she can't get away from them. thank uuu ♡

I NEVER FELT SO ALONE, PAU CUBARSÍ.

→ Summary: You have toxic friendships, and you cry in his arms.

→ Warning: Mention of Reader. Fluff/angsty. Romance.

→ Author's note: I'll try my best to write everything I need to write without overburdening myself🤡

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

She arrived silently, as she always did when the world weighed too much on her shoulders. Her sweatshirt hid the marks of her bad day, and her lost gaze revealed that something, once again, had broken inside.

Pau opened the door before she could even knock. It was as if he sensed, from afar, that she needed him. Without asking anything, he pulled her inside and wrapped her in a tight hug, like a shield against everything that hurt.

“Them again…?” he whispered, his voice deep and soft at the same time.

She just nodded, her face hidden against his chest. The scent of fabric softener on his shirt and the warmth of his arms were the only place she felt safe. Hot tears soaked the fabric, but Pau didn't care. He just held her tighter.

“They only look for me when they need something. When it’s time to go out, they forget about me. When I need them… no one comes.” Her voice cracked, almost like an apology for being hurt.

“That’s not friendship,” he said firmly. “That’s convenience. And you don’t deserve it.”

She wanted to respond, to say that she knew, that she was aware of everything. But even though she knew, she couldn't pull away. It was like being caught in an invisible chain, made of memories good enough to keep hope alive—hope that they would change, that one day they would treat her the way she deserved.

Pau pulled away just enough to look into her eyes. His fingers lightly touched her face, wiping away a tear.

“I get angry for you. For seeing how much you give, how much you try… and no one gives back. You give your all and they give you crumbs. It’s not fair.” His voice shook slightly, and she saw in his eyes a mix of pain and deep care. “You deserve people who will stay even when it’s not convenient. Who will show up just to see you smile.”

She closed her eyes, letting his words seep into the cracks in her chest.

“What if I don’t know how to get out of this?”

Pau took a deep breath and took her hand carefully, slowly intertwining their fingers.

“So I’ll stay by your side. Until you make it. Until these bonds stop hurting. Until you realize you deserve more. I show you, every day, that you don’t have to beg for attention. Just let me stay.”

There was silence. The house was quiet, only the hearts of the two seemed to speak in exchanged rhythms.

She rested her forehead against his, letting a tear slowly run down her face.

“Thank you for seeing me when no one else does.”

He smiled lightly, kissing the top of her head tenderly.

“I will always see you. Even on the days when you can’t even see yourself properly.”

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[songbirdseung]

𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑳𝑬  𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻  𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹  𝑾𝑨𝑺 It’s a very nice thing to have... love, that is.

The idea of spending the rest of your life with one person, someone you cherish, someone you vow to love, care for, and all that. It sounds poetic. Sweet. Like the kind of thing you read about in novels or see in movies where everything wraps up perfectly before the credits roll.

But for you, that wasn’t going to happen.

Now, as you stand in the backroom of a church, surrounded by people who love you, dressed in white and still holding a bouquet like you're waiting for a cue that will never come, you’re being told that your groom isn't going to marry you.

And suddenly, love feels like a cruel joke.

Because what do you mean... he just left? Just walked out without a word? After all the years together, the memories, the plans? The late nights dreaming about your shared future? What do you mean you won't be walking down the aisle, led by your father to the man who once promised to love you for the rest of his life?

It doesn’t compute. It doesn’t feel real.

You couldn’t even cry. You were too stunned to feel anything properly, just a cold, numbing kind of denial sinking deeper and deeper into your skin.

He called you last night. Said he loved you. Told you he couldn’t wait to see you in your dress, to grow old with you, to bicker over what to name your third cat when you were both in your eighties. He told you he was ready. So why now? Why this morning? Why wait until the violins were tuned, until the guests had taken their seats, until you were already in the damn dress?

Was he just nervous? Did he get cold feet? Did something happen? Or was it all a lie? every word, every kiss, every “forever” he whispered into your neck when you couldn’t sleep?

You don’t remember how you ended up in the park. Still in your wedding dress. Heels off, bouquet discarded somewhere behind you on a bench.

People walk by, confused or sympathetic. Some offer awkward one-liners “Hang in there,” or “You’re too beautiful for him anyway” and then they keep moving, like their words could fix something shattered.

But you barely hear them. All you can hear are the voices in your head, his voice, your own thoughts, the echo of your name being called in a ceremony that never happened.

And then someone sits beside you.

Jake. One of the groomsmen. His jacket is wrinkled, his tie loosened, hair slightly disheveled like he ran here.

He opens his mouth, starts to speak, then immediately stops and winces. “Are you o—wait, of course you’re not, Jake. Are you dumb?” he mutters to himself.

It almost makes you laugh. Almost.

You glance at him. He looks at you like he’s holding your pain for you. Like he’s trying to shoulder some part of it even though it’s too heavy for anyone.

“I don’t know why he did it, Y/N,” he says softly. “I wish I knew.”

You stare ahead, at nothing in particular. “Did you see him? When he left?”

Jake hesitates, then nods. “Yeah. He was... quiet. Like really quiet. Pale, almost shaking. He didn’t say much. Just looked at me and said, ‘Tell her I’m sorry.’ Then he got in a car. I didn’t even know what was happening until it was too late.”

Your throat tightens, but you force yourself to keep your voice steady. “He couldn’t even say it to my face.”

Jake doesn’t reply. There’s nothing to say.

The breeze picks up slightly, rustling the layers of your dress. It feels ridiculous now. Like a costume.

You laugh, finally. Not a happy one. Not even angry. Just empty. “I think I hate him.”

Jake lets out a breath. “You’re allowed to.”

You nod, eyes stinging again. “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”

Jake reaches out, resting his hand gently over yours. “You sit here. You breathe. And when you’re ready… we figure it out together.”

You look down at your hand under his, then up at him. There's no romance in his touch, no hidden motive. Just warmth. Just presence. The thing you needed most.

And for the first time all day, you let yourself lean into someone, just a little.

You didn’t go home that night.

Not to the apartment that still had his toothbrush in the cup beside yours. Not to the fridge filled with champagne for a celebration that never happened. Instead, you let Jake drive you somewhere quiet. A friend’s spare room. Blank walls, neutral colors. Safe.

He stayed with you. Sat on the floor while you sat on the bed, saying nothing. He didn’t try to fill the silence with empty words. He just stayed—until you finally lay down and stared at the ceiling in your wedding dress, too drained to undress, too hollow to cry.

The days after were a blur. Texts poured in. Friends, family, people you hadn’t heard from in months. Most of them said the same things: He’s an idiot. You didn’t deserve that. You’re strong. Time heals.

Jake texted too. But differently.

"Eaten anything yet?" "Want me to drive you somewhere just to scream into the wind?" "You don’t have to answer. Just here when you’re ready."

You didn’t know what he was doing, or why he even cared this much. He wasn’t your closest friend before all this. Just a groomsman. One of his college buddies who became part of your orbit. But now, with the groom gone, Jake stayed. Everyone else eventually backed off. He didn’t.

And maybe it was the stillness he brought. Or the way he never made you feel like you were a burden.

Two weeks passed before you finally said yes to a walk.

“I feel like a ghost,” you muttered as you passed the playground you once joked about taking your future kids to.

Jake looked at you, hands deep in his coat pockets. “You’re not a ghost.”

You shrugged. “I feel like one. Like I died that day, and this version of me just doesn’t know where to go.”

He didn’t argue. Just said, “Then maybe you’re haunting the wrong places.”

That made you stop walking.

You looked at him. Really looked.

“What?”

Jake glanced back at you, stepping closer. “You keep walking the same mental roads that lead back to him. The church. The memories. The what-ifs. Maybe you’re stuck because you think you’re supposed to mourn the life you didn’t get.”

You hated how that made sense. Hated how it sat right in your chest like it belonged there.

“So what, I just move on?” you asked. “Pretend it didn’t happen?”

“No,” he said gently. “You remember. You hurt. But you also remind yourself that he didn’t take the best version of you with him.”

You didn’t respond. You didn’t need to. Your silence was answer enough.

The healing wasn’t instant. There were days you texted Jake just to cry into the phone. Nights you lay awake wondering if he’d call. Mornings where the weight didn’t crush you quite as hard.

And somewhere in all that space between the ache and the quiet, Jake’s presence became something more than comfort.

It started with laughter. Then long talks in parked cars. Then moments where your hands brushed and neither of you pulled away.

But he never rushed you.

And you never rushed to name it.

Because this, whatever it was wasn’t built on the ruins of something broken.

[joshujihan23]

Tired, but still here

☆ pairing: seungkwan x reader

☆ genre: angst, lots of angst

☆ synopsis: everything was too overwhelming, and seungkwan, out of everyone was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

☆ word count: 1218

☆ author’s note: this happened to me. everything. and i just hope that no one else goes through this. if you want to talk, remember that there’s a community that will listen out for you.

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tough.

it has been so tough.

work was wrecking your head. balancing your studies along with it isn’t making things easier.

and the best part? seungkwan isn’t being very accepting of it either.

every, single time you tried to talk to him about how you were feeling, how you were struggling, you were always hit with his usual constructive criticism, and asking you “why?” and “how?” and what you should have done instead.

and you weren’t able to comprehend why he wad behaving this way. you appreciated the feedback, but all you really needed was some comfort, a shoulder you can cry on, and someone that pats your back reassuringly, telling you that everything is fine.

and today, you were at your limits.

you got your finals back today. all your friends got an A, while you, got a C. a pass is a pass, but you prepared so, so much for it. late night studies, after school tutoring sessions with your friends, and the concerning amount of coffee you drank over the span of these past few weeks just so you could stay awake for just a few more hours.

in the midst of celebration, your heart only wrench, making you go home way earlier than everyone else, since the rest of your friends went for a celebratory dinner.

well, to say you hated your friends that day was an understatement.

and the thing to make it worst was that, seungkwan was home today.

and seeming that he couldn’t sense your bad mood, he started rambling about the things you did this morning, the things that didn’t put him in the best mood.

“love, how many times did i tell you? you need to dry the dishes properly, if not the water droplets will stain the counter! and the laundry, i told you to start the washing before you leave, right? so that i can dry them. but you didn’t! you left without doing it, i had to-”

“kwan, can we talk about this later?” you asked, as politely as you could.

that only put seungkwan off, as he walked closer to you.

“talk about it later? no, we need to settle this now! if not you’re going to do it again. remember you need to-”

“please, i’m not in the correct mood to do this.” you pleaded, your shoulders slumped.

that seemed to push seungkwan off.

“god y/n, you can’t always push these matters aside! every time i talk to you about something, you push me away. and you always give me that pessimistic look and attitude. can’t you understand how frustrating it is?” he snapped, which seemed to be the final straw for you.

“you’re talking about me? can’t you just care for once? god, when the times i just need your company, your comfort, you would constantly find things to nag about! i’m tired. i’m so tired, seungkwan-ah.” you replied, raising your voice slightly.

that’s when he noticed your puffy eyes, the same eyes he always see after you had a long day. the dried tears on your cheeks. the hands, that he loves so much, trembling. and the frown on your face, both in anger, and defeat.

“i don’t understand, i do care, i care-”

“by telling me what i should and shouldn’t do. by pointing out what i did wrong again and again. basically by making me feel like i’m the most terrible person on this planet. well, maybe i am! maybe i’m just that horrible.” you snapped, the tears, that you tried so hard to keep, finally bursting out of your eyes.

seungkwan was speechless. he didn’t know what to say. all this time, he thought he was doing the right thing. advising you, helping you out by telling you what you should do in future situations. but in fact, it was all hurting you?

there was a still silence, suffocating and filled with tension. seungkwan stayed still, unsure of what to do. he wanted to embrace you tightly, tel you he’s sorry and comfort you. but he was afraid. he was so afraid that one screw up could potentially ruin everything.

he took the chance. now or never.

he walked one step forward, while your head hung low, your fist clenching tightly to control yourself. he could almost read your mind. your body language, the soft sniffles, it was as if you’re trying to convince yourself to stop crying.

and he isn’t having any of it.

before you could say or do anything, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, so tightly that you couldn’t find a way to escape him. you tried to wiggle out, but you were just so exhausted, that you just stood there, your face buried into his shoulder, the tear drops falling onto his navy shirt.

he remained silence, trying to find the correct words, the correct actions for you, so that you won’t be provoked even more. he let out a shaky breath.

“you’re not horrible. you’re never horrible.” he began, his hand caressing the small of your back.

you opened your mouth to say something, but a soft sob escaped instead, silencing your thoughts.

“i know i’m not in the correct position to comfort you, after everything i did. but i got so worked up with my own thoughts, i’ve neglected you. i’ve neglected the person that means the most to me. and i didn’t even realised. until this moment.”

he let out a soft, yet sad chuckle. he pulled away gently, cupping your cheeks with both his hands, making your pearly eyes gaze at his.

“the horrible one should be me, shouldn’t it?” he whispered, which made the cracks in your heart break even more.

he placed his forehead against yours, swaying your body gently, while trying to compose himself.

“i know sorry won’t do much now, but i just want you to know, i know it is too late for me to amend everything that i have done. but i can assure you, i’ll improve from here. i’ve been so neglectful of your feelings and thoughts, and haven’t given you a break. but i promise that i will do better. i’ll listen out more. i promise. i really do.” he assured, his eyes both determined and desperate.

his hands held onto your cheeks tightly, you could feel his body shaking from desperation, and his eyes? it speaks a thousand words.

he isn’t doing this because he needed to. he is doing this to reassure you. to convince you. and that was what you needed.

when you caught your breath, you spoke in a shaky voice. “i need to see it, kwan-ah. words won’t cut it out.”

he nodded understandingly, his hands moving around you again, pulling you against him.

“i will show it. i will show the world how much you mean to me, and the length i’ll go to make you happy.” he announced, gazing at you with a hopeful expression.

you nodded, and for the first time, the corners of your lips curled up slightly.

“that’s all i needed to hear.” you replied, your hands wrapping around his torso.

seungkwan cheered silently, joyous and grateful that he had this moment, this chance, this opportunity to prove everything to you.

and that is, to put you first above everything else.

[andorerso]

just wanted to let you know how grateful I am that I found your blog because you (and a bunch of anons!) articulated what I was feeling about this season of Andor so well. I've been watching it weekly with my Dad because we've always watched everything Star Wars together but so much of this season is annoying me that I kinda just want to throw in the towel but my dad would be like wtf so I'm stuck here for the final week i guess. I think the root of my issue is, obviously, what they've done to Cassian's character but also Bix and then the impact that has had on Cassian. Like honestly I really liked Bix in season 1 I thought she was interesting and I (naively i guess) was curious to see how they would have her work through some of the most intense torture scenes we've had in the SW universe but instead we got this.... They've literally used her as a punching bag this season and i'm honestly so upset by it. Having to sit through what happened to her in episode 3 and then everything that followed without like any of it even really being acknowledged. Then how they used all of this to have Cassian flip flop every other episode about being in or out of the rebellion. I'm sorry you want me to believe that Cassian Andor would witness a literal genocide by the Empire then be like "um actually I'm out I'm going to live a nice life with my girlfriend but good luck to you all" omg i hate it here free me from the shackles of this show fr

yeah, I think we brushed over the attempted assault too quickly. like sure, I'm glad they actually used the word rape, and I'm glad she got to kill the guy herself, but since they did nothing with it in the next arc, there wasn't a follow-up or even a mention, it just feels like something they used to traumatize her further. Gilroy talked about how they couldn't not include it or whatever, but I disagree - this isn't something you just check off your list because you think you have to, and it felt like that's what he saw it as. if you want to deal with something like that, you better be prepared to actually deal with it. I find it in poor taste that the show is being praised for daring to show such a scene, because that's all they did. they just showed a scene. and then they dropped it.

even her drug addiction seemed to be related solely to Gorst, and nothing else. it was like the attempted rape didn't even happen, and it may as well have not, because it changed nothing for Bix. and same thing with her drug addiction, actually. that was also dropped in arc 3 with no explanation. I suppose we're meant to assume she magically got better because she got to kill Gorst, and that just feels lazy. they're writing in all these things that ultimately amount to nothing. I know the time jumps don't make this easy, but I wish they'd be more careful of what they choose to include if they know they won't have the time to properly deal with these serious issues.

and they have absolutely no excuses for how she was basically written to be a stay-at-home housewife in arc 3 whose apparent greatest contribution to the rebellion is leaving so a man can fully commit. so basically. her greatest contribution is not even hers, it's Cassian's. it reeks of misogyny, to be honest, and it's so insulting to both of their characters. I can't believe this is being celebrated as this great, amazing sacrifice.

the Cassian thing I talked about extensively so I feel like I'd just be repeating myself, but yeah, I fully agree. they dropped the ball with both of them.

anyway! as always, I'm glad to provide a little comfort for everyone who feels the same. it's not just you, there's quite a few of us, more than I even expected. let's see what they do with this last arc, I guess.

[radioiaci]

"I tend to give compliments to those who deserve them," Alastor responds, snippy. But he is no stranger to charming someone, even though Irene does not seem to be the ideal target when it comes to his patience.

"Fine. An earnest compliment you want, then one you shall receive."

And he levels his gaze down at her properly, still having not released her from his grasp (with intent to see if he can, perhaps, leverage this into a proper bite at some point without being smacked again). His head tilts one way and then the other, as if properly assessing her for the first time without the veneer of his earlier outrage. If she will give him a few seconds to do so.

One hand reaches up then, the other still placed upon her hips, as he takes her chin in a surprisingly gentle hold to lift her head back up towards him, ensuring that their gazes meet. Steely and cold though his eyes often are, there is some depth to them. If one knows where and how to properly look.

"Frustrating though you may be - you have a fiery persistence about you. There are not many who can stoke the ire of overlords-" because he is sure that he must not be the only one she has needled at recently, "-and still remain whole."

Decreasing the distance between them incrementally, Alastor continues, the subtle sound of music - stemming from his staff which remains tucked away in the unseen ether until needed - begins to churn from it a soft, appropriate instrumental.

"You scar and you scrape and you whittle away one's carefully crafted defense and I've no doubt that with the right encouragement, those nails; those teeth can bleed fair flesh just as easily as any finely sharpened blade. Your tongue is just as capable of the same."

Ever closer, he drifts. Bold. Knowing that he may just as quickly earn a whap for his brazen behavior and not quite caring, in the moment, his voice low and purposeful.

"I count the days until that capability and arresting ferocity earns you a place among Hell's most powerful."

“And you’re being dramatic.”

Irene could sense that her game was coming to a rather swift end but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a few more cards she could play. He needed his punishment for being distracted from her lessons, and then a reward if he managed to do what she had planned to ask him next. Oh how she wondered how he’d react to his reward…she might lose a bit of flesh but that was mere foreplay in the face of her schemes.

“Well, since you’re clearly in such a hurry to go forth and practice your flirting on I can only imagine be the poor unsuspecting masses, I better finish up. Lesson three is all about speaking.” She begins, smoothing his lapel as she speaks. Gotta keep him dapper!

“Make them laugh…and make them smile. The best way to do this is with compliments. The more the merrier, but not too much. You mustn’t seem desperate.” She muses. “A few compliments here and there scattered amongst regular conversation will do you well. You…do know how to give a compliment don’t you?”

She tilts her head the other way, hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders. “I think you’re in need of practice. Give me one true compliment. No sarcasm. I’ll know if you fake it and you’ll have to contend with my fan again~”

[themoonking]

there is no such thing as a “low maintenance pet”, only different maintenance.

dogs, cats, fish, reptiles, birds, small mammals, et cetera all have different needs, and your individual lifestyle may be better suited to meeting the needs of one more than another. you may be able to properly care for a cat but not a fish, or a fish but not a rabbit, or a rabbit but not a bird, and so on, but that doesn’t make any pet “easier” to care for than another. it doesn’t make any pet need less care and attention than another.

promoting any pet as “low maintenance” leads to neglect at best and abuse at worst.

[aloonaram]

I desperately need fics of post s2 jayvik or even an au with s2 jayce and s1 viktor where we explore the change in dynamic after jayce suffers his own leg injury in the anomaly. Im sure people have already seen all the parallels and analyses of jayce and viktor’s injuries, but it’s just a concept really special to me,,,,there’s nothing more beautiful than connecting with someone experiencing a similar struggle—it’s just so much stronger because of your ability to truly empathize with the other. And obviously that’s ignoring allll of jayvik’s history. I just think there’s so much potential there to expand on the possibilities of their relationship.

[theladyfae]

i think human nature/family of blood is a really good two parter in how it manages to show how full of shit ten is 🫶

[dracimexidae]

Watched the first 2 episodes and the only conclusion i got so far is that Sophie Okonedo is the real true QUEEN and i would gladly submit to her, she doesn't even have to ask ❤️‍🔥👑🧎

[nintendont2502]

being transmasc + pre t + visibly neurodivergent is such a great fuckin combo because everyone that so much as looks at you thinks that you're far younger than you actually are and treats you as such and even when you're talking to people who *know* how old you are you can tell. you can fucking tell they're doing the same thing even if they don't realise they're doing it

[yappacadaver]

and it's like despite all the awful shit he's done and continues to do, like, i get it. he's employed like 24/7/365. he never got to live a life, despite spending a childhood clinging to the hope of having one someday. He knew companionship and love but lost it and can't ever get it back. His circumstances are so anomalous and gruesome that it completely isolates him from pretty much every other human being on the planet. he knows hell is real and he is basically guaranteed to go there if he can't break this demon curse thing.

like it doesn't make the kidnapping and spreading the curse around any better, but i do get it.

[rupertholmes]

i think if you grew up in my household you would have put a gun to my mom and dad's heads already