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velocesainz · 2 months

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Le reali

(CS55)

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summary: Carlos hasn't publicly dated anyone in over 3 years and people get suspicious. He tries to tell his friends that he's dating the heiress of Italy but they don't believe him until a special moment.

Warnings: None, cursing?, fluffy

Pairing: Carlos x Italian!princess!reader

Carlos showed the entire text chain to y/n and as she scrolled through the responses bursted into laughter at lando's response to Carlos.

"Love, I wasn't pissed. I was just annoyed that he was feeding into rumours. Poor Lando must've been scared out of his wits" y/n told Carlos.

Carlos chuckled "Lando deserves to be scared out of his wits from time to time darling. How else would he function effectively and not spill our secret in front of the entire world?" he told y/n

"I guess you're right" y/n laughed.

"Amore?" Carlos called out to y/n

"Si, Corázon?" Y/n replied adjusting in the bed to meet his eye.

"Do you ever want to go public? I mean I'm not forcing you to go public, just asking. We've been together for 3 years now" Carlos asked with a thoughtful and soft expression on his face.

"Of course Corázon, I would love to. Do you want to maybe go public on the day of the Monza GP? I've already gotten an invite and will be giving out the trophies" y/n replied with a soft smile.

"That would be absolutely wonderful amore" Carlos said softly and held her close.

Timeskip:

"Ready to go sis?" y/n's brother asked her as it was time to leave for the GP

She was only going to go for the race day otherwise it would seem suspicious to the public and they wanted to be extra careful.

"Yea yeah let's go" Y/n called out grabbing her brothers hand and getting into the car.

She was more than ready to reveal to the world her relationship with the love of her life

Meanwhile: (Carlos Pov)

"Mate is your girlfriend ever going to come or are you just pranking us all?" Charles asked me while everyone was waiting around in the paddock for y/n to come.

"Yea mate, no shame in saying you haven't been able to get girls for the past 3 years. At least don't live in the delusion that the direct heir to the Italian throne is your girlfriend."

Nobody believed me except Lando since he's met her but everyone thinks me and him are pranking them together.

I would get my sweet sweet revenge.

But deep down I was scared. I was planning to propose to her soon. If I got on the podium today, I would propose and I've never been more scared for a race in my life.

Her entire family would watch me race for their country and would also find out about our relationship because she was very private and didn't share even with her family. Would they approve of me? Would they force me and her to break up?

Just then her family walked into the paddock and everyone immediately stood up and greeted the family but she was not in sight.

"So Prince b/n how do you feel about your sister dating our friend over here?" Fernando asked her brother and dragged me into his view

"Dating? I wasn't aware that my sister was dating anyone. That too with a commoner? Not expected." Her brother replied and my heart slowly sank to my stomach.

The rest of the grid came up to me.

"See Carlos? How would you be dating Prince y/b/n's sister without him knowing? Stop living in your delusion" Max said

"Mate such delusion isn't good for you at all. You should start seeing the team therapist a little more" Charles added.

The rest of the grid exchanged glances of amusement and worry while Lando came over to me.

"Don't worry Carlos, I believe you. Don't listen to them. You and Y/n have a beautiful relationship and she told me that she didn't want to inform her brother of her relationship status since she, frankly, hates him" Lando told me and I felt slightly better.

but her brother didn't approve of me, why would the rest of her family? I was internally panicking when Y/n's father King f/n came up to me and took me aside

"So you're the lad dating my daughter huh?" He asked me

"Si señor, I love Y/n with all my heart" I responded slightly nervous about his response

"She made a good choice, how long have you both been together? She didn't give me many details" He asked

"We've been together for 3 years senor. We met when I was invited to the royal house for my medal" I replied feeling better that at least her father approved of us

"And no proposal?" He said with a smirk on his face

"I was planning on proposing to her if I get on the podium for the race today and also wanted your blessings señor" I answered

"Good good. I've seen that she's been much happier around the palace ever since she started dating you. She truly loves you and you have mine and her mother's blessing. May you both be forever happy together" with that he left as I the race was about to start.

I gave Ricciardo my ring box and gave him all the instructions before getting into the car.

After the race:

I couldn’t believe it.

I had won in Monza.

The crowd was going absolutely wild as I got out of my car and the mechanics lined up outside tapping my helmet congratulating me.

I felt like I was in a dream.

I looked over to the vip box and I saw y/n in all her glory.

The look of admiration she had and her soft smile made me fall for her all over again.

That was when I knew nothing else mattered.

It didn’t matter to me that her brother didn’t approve of our relationship. It didn’t matter to me that my friends didn’t believe my relationship.

I had her and that was all that mattered.

The podium ceremony came quickly and y/n’s brother gave out the p2 and p3 trophies.

Then came my turn and y/n walked into the podium with the most elegant red dress I’ve ever seen.

She looked absolutely ethereal and I couldn’t wait for her to be mine forever.

She handed me the trophy and I raised it over my head after which I leaned in to kiss her.

The crowd went absolutely wild when they saw the scene.

I took the ring box from Ricciardo and got on one knee and I saw tears welling up in her eyes.

“Y/n. You have made me the happiest person these past 3 years and it would mean the world to me if you were with me for the rest of my life. Y/n m/n l/n will you marry me?” I asked her pouring the emotions out.

“Yes Carlos! Of course I’ll marry you” she said and hugged me tight.

I slipped the ring on her finger and we kissed once again.

Timeskip:

“Hey Carlos, sorry about all the comments we passed. We really couldn’t believe that you were actually in a relationship with the princess of Italy. We apologise for our actions” Charles apologised to me on behalf of the rest of the grid

“It’s ok mate, I myself can’t believe that I bagged a literal princess” I laughed

Y/n came back to me and it was time for us to leave.

In the car y/n sat leaning her head against my shoulder

“Our wedding is going to be one of the most celebrated occasions in Italy you know? They’re going to keep it as a national holiday and it will be broadcasted live on tv for everyone to see. Are you sure you’re ok with that?” She asked me in a soft voice

“Of course amore , as long as in the end I get to be with you. I’m ready to do anything.”

A/n: hope you guys enjoyed this fic. Took me a while to come up with it. Would appreciate feedback and suggestions. Also please send me any requests you have! Kissies ✨

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strangersteddierthings · 3 months

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February 1

rating: G cw: none prompt: Love is letting someone take care of you

It wasn't a lesson Eddie learned easily, or all that willingly. No one had cared for him after his Mama had died. Not for a long time after.

He dad likes to pretend he'd tried. When Eddie was feeling generous, he'd even say he agreed. His parents were so in love it was almost sickening. Losing her must have broken the part of his Dad that knew how to love fully. He didn't turn mean, not like some dads did, but he definitely cared more about his next scheme than he did about the kid that looked too much like his Mama.

Wayne taught him that people who care about you take care of you. They take care of you when you're barely nine and have burned yourself on the stove twice this week, even if you think you should have learned after the first time. They take care of you when you've been caught stealing candy from Melvald's, and skipping school, and flunking senior year (and then doing that again), and even when people accuse you of murder.

Wayne has taught him that people that really, really love you are there when you need them, care for you when you need them.

And Eddie's heart aches that no one seems to have taught Steve that.

Eddie's trying. He steps in to help with "babysitting" duties, especially when Steve looks particularly run down. He started inserting himself into the Platonic Soulmate thing Steve and Robin have going because he wants to be an established replacement Temporary Soulmate while Robin's at college. (Being fair, this was Robin's suggestion. She's worried about how he'll be when she's not around to look after him.)

He's started hanging out with Steve without Robin, too. They get along well, it turns out. Eddie loves to talk and Steve loves to listen. But, more importantly, Eddie's good at getting Steve to talk. As a rule in general, Eddie isn't a good listener, but he could listen to Steve read him the phone book and never be bored. He tries to take an interest in Steve's hobbies. He doesn't have the hand/eye coordination for basketball, or the lungs for swimming laps, but he does have the energy to keep going even when he's bad at those things.

Steve seems to appreciate it, if the soft smiles he gives Eddie is any indication.

And it's not all up hill. Steve's got hangups that seem to crop up when he thinks he's failed at something. He's got a quick temper but it's never physical anger. He's only ever yelled at Eddie twice, and being fair, that first was deserved. Eddie's pushed too far, in his desire to help, not knowing the limit yet.

Eddie gets pissy, too, he's no saint, either.

There's been no fight they haven't gotten through, though.

But the lesson, the thing Wayne was really trying to teach him, comes when Steve gets sick.

No one but Robin has ever seen him sick. She's off at college now and it's just Eddie, fumbling to make soup and not dribble water down Steve's front while he holds the glass Steve is too weak to and Eddie forgot to get some straws at the store.

Steve tried to get him to leave only once. It was the third day in a row Eddie was there.

"You don't have to be here, you know," Steve had whispered, throat still feeling like he ate glass.

Eddie just met his eye and gave a small smile, "I do know."

Steve looks surprised, which is ridiculous, because he had to of known the answer Eddie would give. But then that surprise softens to a new look. Sappier, eyes a bit wetter, and Steve must not want him to see because his whole face scrunches with how quickly he shuts his eyes.

Eddie sets the sleeve of saltines down on the night stand and reached for Steve's hand. Just to give it a squeeze.

He finds he can't take his hand back when Steve tangles their fingers together and drags their joined hands to his face, where Steve rests his feverish forehead against Eddie's hand.

Steve teaches him that, yes, love is caring for someone. But sometimes, it's also letting someone else take care of you.

@steddielovemonth @i-less-than-three-you @nburkhardt @afewproblems @skepsiss

#steddie #my fic #steddielovemonth

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spidercomics · 1 year

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 (𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆).

pairing(s): avatar!jake x f!na'vi!reader.

summary: "all the things you want to do, just relax and i'll take care of you" ─ being the olo'eyktan's oldest daughter, you rarely take time to enjoy yourself. luckily, jake knows how to make you loosen up.

contents: established relationship, talks about missing meals, kissing, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, riding, m/f ejaculation, overstimulation (kinda).

wc: 2.59k

a/n: normally i dont like the uh, "neytiris sister" shit but, here we go ig, tried not to mention her too much, felt kinda guilty 😭😭 bear with me on this one, haven't written since april. i cant believe i wrote fucking alien sex

glossary:

"yom wutsot"; eat (your) meal/food.

"rutxe"; please.

all your life, you'd strived to be perfect. you'd be constantly disappointed in yourself if you didn't exceed expectations in every task and skill you tried to master. you were also scared of failure, one of the main issues as to why you got so much stress and anxiety when stuff didn't work out as planned, or things changed last minute. it was a big problem for you, until jake came along.

jake was carefree, one; because he came from an entirely different planet, he didn't know anyone and didn't have anyone to disappoint or impress, and two; he was just a free spirit. he lived now, he did what he wanted, and he didn't look back. jake had the mindset you'd love to have.

all you ever wanted to hear was that someone was proud of you, not how you could improve, not what you could to better next time — no, you wanted to hear that you did well, make you feel like you've accomplished something, not just gotten better at it.

jake had filled that place, reminding you often how proud he is and sometimes playing extra dumb just to somehow boost your confidence. he's cocky, but he doesn't come close to the amount of skills you have, he'll admit that much.

sitting by the fire, jake didn't listen to the conversation neytiri and tsu'tey tried to involve him in. he was grateful of them trying to make him feel included, but he also felt kinda like a burden; since he restricted them from using their native tongue around him — just so he'd understand. it was nice, but unnecessary in this case when he didn't pay attention to them anyway.

he was eyeing the clusters of families and friends around the fire, but he didn't see you. you weren't there.

jake knew there was an annual feast coming up, and knowing you, it had to be perfect. you were probably working your ass of planning it somewhere, and here he was, enjoying a meal and talking to his friends.

selfish.

you heard someone walking into your tent, jake had a certain scent, and along with the way he always dragged his heavy feet around, you had heard him coming. knowing it was jake, you didn't make a move to acknowledge him.

"y/n?"

the sigh you let out before answering almost made him nervous, "ma jake."

he loved how you said his name.

"i brought you dinner."

"i have already ate." he hated how you didn't even turn around to answer him, too occupied with weaving finishing touches to decorative cloths.

"don't lie," walking up to you, jake lazily set down the bowl on a nearby surface, crouching down and resting his hands on your shoulders, "you need to take a break, you've been sitting here since morning."

"it needs to be perfect jake, the feast is tomorrow and mother keeps telling me how this is a big celebration of me completing the passage."

"everything will look perfect, don't be so harsh on yourself," jake reached over to grab the bowl of food before sitting in front of you, now in your line of sight. you didn't look up tho, not until he handed you the food and it smelled so good your insides started making an embarrassingly loud noise, "yom wutsot."

this made you look up. jake didn't use na'vi more than necessary, but whenever he did, he sure got your attention. you wanted him to speak it more, it would help him learn it better too. you grabbed the bowl, and jake let a small, smug smile grace his face in celebration.

jake let you eat without talking your ear off (as he usually would), and instead letting himself observe the beautiful patterns you've chosen to weave. he didn't understand why you were being so hard on yourself, as if the work wouldn't be appreciated no matter how it looked. maybe not by your parents to a full, but by the people. you were a role model for everyone already, you didn't have to prove yourself anymore.

watching you stand up and moving across the tent to leave the bowl, he had been on his feet not long after — reaching for your empty hands. he engulfed your smaller ones in his own, and using the grip to start swaying with you. you let out a small laugh, before leaning your head in his neck and enjoying the solid warmth he gave you. skin on skin, jake closed his eyes, feeling your hands now laying flat against his upper back, pushing him impossibly closer. one of his hands wrapped around your waist, starting to control your swaying, and the other grabbing the back of your neck, occasionally moving your hair through his fingers.

your breathing fell in rhythm with his own, feeling the slight brush of air against the nape of his neck. your heartbeat had slowed considerably, the complete warmth and comfortable hold of jake calming you down from the stressed out state he found you in. jake's heart, on the other hand, had picked up. your fingers tracing his back sent chills up his spine, in the best way possible, and he would never get enough of how easy you made him melt into a mess.

jake was sure that you could throw a dagger into his chest and his heart would still be whole, beating for you, until his death. you hadn't mated yet, and with the frequent attacks from the rda, jake wanted it over with — to connect before it was too late, wanting to feel your souls connecting like they were meant to, atleast once.

your hands traced around his torso, palms against his chest before straightening yourself, your hands around his shoulders, swaying with him. jake was holding your waist, leaving small kisses on the top of your hair, he leaned his head down to connect his forehead against yours. he felt your tail rubbing his leg slightly, a little shocked when it circled his thigh to pull him closer, forcing your lips to meet in a kiss. jakes hands dropped lower, grabbing your hips in his hold and enjoying the slight purring bouncing around your chest when he rubbed his hands on the seam of your cloth, moving his lips fiercely against your own.

jake would do anything for you to de-stress, and if this is what it took, he wouldn't complain.

one of his hands trailed lower, a simple grip on the back of your thigh. when you playfully swatted his hand with your tail he let out a deep chuckle, seperating your lips with a smirk on his lips.

"lay down for me." it wasn't a question, and you didn't think for a second before detaching yourself from jake, laying down on the rugs and blankets displayed across the tent.

jake watched how you sat up, untying your top piece and tossing it away to the side for later. you leaned down on your forearms, legs bent, feet planted against the ground. jakes ears started immediately twitching, tail swaying excitedly. it was so easy to rile him up.

jake got down on his knees, placing soft kisses along your legs, getting closer and closer to the place you desired him the most. he took his time, if it was for his own pleasure or for the sake of teasing, you didn't know. he nipped at your soft thighs, enjoy the way your mouth dropped open, soft mewls escaping when he left small hickeys on the inside of them, claiming you, even if it was somewhere he wished no one would see them except him.

his hands found themselves untying the second piece covering you, admiring the way your cunt looked so smooth, so wet. so wet, it had him twitching under his own loincloth, he couldn't wait to devour you. it wasn't the first time he'd done this, but he still felt so giddy each time, even if what you were doing was nothing close to innocent. he wanted to be the one undressing you forever, the one to worship your body, the ground you walked on.

jake traced two fingers along your core, experimentally dipping a finger inside and feeling the way you clenched at the intrusion of his finger. he kept pushing it in, coming to a hilt and listening to your small, inaudible mumbles. he pulled it out, toying with your slit as your chest heaved slightly, heartbeat racing significantly.

"ma jake, rutxe," jake pushed a finger in, pulling it out again, and redoing the same motions. his thrusts became steady, and brought you immense pleasure. his thumb traced along your cunt, landing on your clit, rubbing slow circles around it.

it was a sight for sore eyes, your wet cunt, only for him to cherish, twitching and clenching around his fingers, sucking him in for more. you had him absolutely entranced. he would stay in this position forever if he could.

"jake, please, can you just— oh," his tongue replaced his eager thumb, licking a stripe up your slit, collecting your arousal. his thrust had picked up, adding a finger, he watched your back arch up a bit, your eyes closed from the new added pressure against your already slick walls.

jake payed close attention to the soft sighs and mewls you let out, adjusting his fingers to reach even deeper. jake felt his chin covered in your essence, and he wondered if any other man had found themselves lucky enough to be in his position. a man could only dream to find themselves between your thighs like jake is, tasting every piece of you, cherishing your body with more love than his heart could withhold.

his fingers found the spot inside of you that made your hand desperately grasp at his soft hair, the shorter strands getting caught between your fingers, pushing him closer to your heat. he let out a satisfied groan, enjoying the way you pulled on his dark locks, fingers digging into his scalp.

the thrusts of his fingers were calculated and steady. a slowly increasing pace, with a force that made your body shiver, and a hand laying hard on you hip, sure to leave a purple mark in the morning. every prod and drag had a coil tightening in the pit of your stomach, a fire growing inside of you. the soft pleas and sighs, along with the wet squelch from his constant thrusts had his dick twitching. he was so hard, he started considering rubbing himself against the rug for the slightest pleasure.

the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm washed over you. the long-awaited feeling that had you absolutely seeing stars. as cliche as it was. a hand wrapped around your wrist that was in his hair, a soft kiss was placed against your palm and then you felt the man that had spent minutes between your thighs grabbing you, pulling you up and out of your hazy state to sit in his lap.

your mouth dropped open from the overwhelming feeling of his bulge against your bare sex. quickly detaching yourself, sitting up on your knees to calm yourself down before taking it any further. jakes hand rubbed against your head, fingers tracing from the top of your head down to your neck, waiting for your body to relax.

"you good?"

"mhm, felt so good jake, you're so good," jake didn't know if you would even remember this conversation, but it still left him a little flustered. your praise always had that effect on him, his ears falling flat. jake felt your hands reaching behind him to untie the cloth covering him from you, his eyes falling shut when your smaller hand touched the tip of his dick, "so pretty."

your eyes were casted downwards, your words merely a muttering to yourself. regardless of him hearing it or not, it was true, and it left his eyes falling shut from just the smallest pressure on the slit of his tip. leaning against him, you rubbed yourself on his dick, his hands had find solace on your hips, your knees constricting against his own. your head was leaning back, jake's forehead laying on top of your chest, eyes closed in pure pleasure.

his cock bumped against your clit, leaving your mouth open in silent moans, jake striving to keep doing the same movements over and over again. you wondered how something could feel so intimate and wonderful, without even connecting queues. your hands held the sides of his throat, fingers splayed across his jaw. keeping his head bent down between your breasts, a few kisses left on your soft skin.

"can i...?" you looked down at where jake was preparing to line himself up with your slick entrance, an eager nod from you left him pushing inside slowly, a groan leaving him when your tight walls sucked him in more and more, deeper and deeper, "so tight, so good for me... oh fuck— such a good girl, taking me so well."

you barely heard the last part, his voice breaking into small pants when you moved yourself up and down on him, the back of your thighs slamming down on his with every drop of your body.

"don't hold back on me baby, i wanna hear you," with his encouragement, you let yourself be a little louder, still aware of the people around the camp, outside of the tent. jake didn't seem embarrassed at all, rather proud of having you instead, glad to let as many people as possible know that he's the only one who can have you this way. you were his. with or without the bond.

beginning to set an alright pace for yourself, you let yourself relax further into his hold, feeling every shift of him against you — inside you. the way he grabbed your hips, ragged breaths fanning across your bare chest, small kisses being placed across your breasts and nipples, rough from the night air nipping away at your damp bodies.

jakes hand found its way back between your legs, his thumb rubbing slowly against your clit, bringing the pleasure to new heights. your mewls got louder, your tail wagging behind you in sharp twists, ears flat. he knew you were close, he'd seen the sweet sight before him too many times. he glanced up at your pretty face, forehead glistening from the overhead lights, sweaty from the long session of pleasures. jake hadn't even noticed his own orgasm coming, too distracted by the way your eyes closed shut, mouth open in the sweetest form of intimacy. he wanted to hold you in his arms forever.

"ma jake," your hand drifted to grab the back of his head, soft hair back between your fingers, bringing him back to the scene, the image of his dreams playing out in front of him. you were so close, desperately wanting the man who was all around you, in you, to be with you at the finishing line, "come with me jake, please, need you jake," how could he possibly resist you? resist your pleas?

"i got you, let go for me." he held you close, thumb circling your clit with more pressure as you writhed on his lap, body falling limp against him, face tucked into his neck. the way you clenched around him had him coming seconds after yourself. hand petting your hair, words of affection all around you as his other hand traced along your spine.

he couldn't wait to have you like this forever. officially.

#avatar #avatar: the way of water #atwow #jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully smut #jake x reader #avatar smut #avatar the way of water #avatar the way of water smut #jake sully x reader smut #(➹) ─── my work.

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luwritesomething · 1 year

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HOW DIFFERENT SCREAM CHARACTERS WOULD CUDDLE WITH READER.

hi !!! since i haven't gotten any requests out this weekend due to schoolwork, i decided to make these short headcanons for the main friend group in scream 1 + mickey altieri. i'll soon start writing all your requests !!!

Sidney Prescott

listen i have the feeling that she's great at cuddles for some reason.

we know for a fact that after her mother she started rejecting sexual touches or advances, but she most definetely loves cuddles.

it would be so natural for her to start cuddling if you two are together.

and she truly does enjoy physical touch, especially as a form of intimacy.

i think physical touch might just be her love language.

so she's always touching you lightly, stroking your hair, idk she's always physically there.

sid also leans a lot into you, like she does with billy at the fountain when they're talking about casey and steve

it's just natural for her.

chilling in bed with her arm around you might just be her favorite activity.

Tatum Riley

LISTEN,,, she loves cuddling you !!

she's really cuddle

tatum is very keen to physical contact with everyone, even people she doesn't know that well

so people she loves or is close too??? they're so spoiled with her touch.

probably likes bring the big spoon but doesn't mind to be the center of attention from time to time.

please cuddle her during her vulnerable to moments, all queens break </3

teases you a lot about liking her cuddles, especially if you've told her you do like them.

but in like,,, a loving and fun way.

she always has the widest smile in her face when you two are together, especially if you're alone and cuddling. this girl loves you so much <3

she also looks like someone comfortable to cuddle with

like, the kind of person that is soft and it all feels cozy and right.

Randy Meeks

i love him so much i have to write more for him.

i feel like randy in scream 1 was a bit more shy than he was in scream 2

so like,,, he will not initiate physical contact with you under no circumstances, you're gonna have to be the one

especially if you're in a relationship with him, he's gonna take everything so painfully slow

but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to cuddle you

heck, he's dying to cuddle you, he's just kind of waiting for the perfect moment to introduce it more and more. he's so silly i love him

once you do start cuddling he gets ADDICTED

please don't cuddle him while you guys are watching movies because he'll JUMP --- his body is in tension while watching movies, especially horror ones, so just... don't

but please come cuddle him while you're resting at the fountain with the others

and please come cuddle him when you stay for the night at his place

WILL get flustered if his little sister walks in on you two cuddling bc he just looks like the type

awkward moments are real with him. like, getting too hot because of the proximity and not bearing the heat, accidentally touching what's not to touch, all that stuff no one talks about when cuddling.

"randy, that's my butt."

"SORRY!"

"y/n, my arm is falling asleep, move"

Billy Loomis

he's touch starved, that's the starter

but also he's very picky about who he touches, when and how

assholy claims he doesn't cuddle like he's gonna get a fucking price or something

but he's actually a sucker for cuddles

the thing is he only ever cuddles with people he's known for a very very very very very very very long time

so there's that

please don't touch his hair while you guys cuddle, you'll get oil all over your hands

he's that motherfucker that will reject your touch and the next minute have his arm around your waist

because the fact is,,, billy is actually touchy

especially if he wants to get something

but anyways,,,

he'll cuddle you while you two watch movies, but eventually will stop since he'll rather put his whole attention in the movie

fortunately, billy is hyper aware while cuddling. no awkward moments will ever happen because he avoids touching what's not to touch every single time, and he'll do it so subtly too

he fell asleep in ten minutes the first time you guys cuddled.

that's a compliment since he almost never has his guard down, especially not during first times

please rub his back while cuddling !!!

Stu Macher

stu is probably the best one to cuddle

he's a very physical person and he loves cuddles

will beg for them if needed

but truth is, in your relationship cuddles came early and with the intention to stick around.

he just loves dropping anything he's doing to go cuddle you

will get bored soon, though, so shifting positions is a constant, and doing something else is a must.

please let him be the little spoon from time to time

he just wants to be held

please touch his hair while cuddling him !!!!!

whatever it is you're doing, come cuddle him !!!!!

"there's nothing a good cuddling session can't fix, babe"

will smile so brightly, too, because you just look so beautiful in his arms and all relaxed <3

Mickey Altieri

he's so smooth about every single move he makes in your relationship duwhdooqiw

will introduce cuddles slowly, but truth is, he has always been touching you

like,,, reassurance touches during classes, or when you guys are out with the others

somehow, he was always touching you

which gives away the fact that he loves physical contact

will cuddle you while watching movies with you, and will end up forgetting about them to instead focus on you

he always feels so calm when he has his arms around you, pulling you closer to him

mickey closes his eyes and smells your scent softly

and the first time he did so he blushed because he had never realized how much he liked you until then

will play with your hands

i don't know how to explain it but fidgeting with each other's hands and fingers is the best feelings ever

especially when cuddling

he laughs a lot when he cuddles you. he's very happy that he gets to do that with you

GOD, HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

marry the damn killer already

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I humbly ask for more ranpo and poe, nsfw or not; whatever is fine, have a great day <33

gods, I love these two :((

sfw

dressing up in Poe's gothic/victorian style and slow dancing around his extensive library (it's not a want, it's a need) <3

having dessert dates with Ranpo where you travel to different sweet shops outside of Yokohama to see what they have and taste test the things you've never tried before <3

Poe getting all giddy when he catches you reading one of his books/short stories in your free time <3

And Poe feeling his heart melt when he sees you caring for Karl <3

Ranpo falling in love all over again when he watches you snap at someone who was undermining him <3

and Ranpo getting all softly smug whenever you go around happily parading 'the great detective, love of my life' as your boyfriend <3

falling into habit with Ranpoe, before the three of you even start dating, and waking up one day to realize you're all in love with one another so three shy confessions end up happening in the early morning as you collectively prepare breakfast in your shared apartment <3

spring/fall cleaning with Ranpoe, except it's highly chaotic and sometimes you can't remember what you've gotten done yet because Ran is slipping around on the floor and knocking into Poe- who was actively trying to help- which sends them both to the floor, leaving you to come over and give them 'feel better' kisses where they fell and 'hurt' themselves <3

going on outings with Ranpoe (and Karl, of course) and generally having a normal, peaceful time, butttt sometimes you just end up sprawled out on the pavement as the three of you try to untangle yourselves while laughing so hard you can't see through the tears (don't ask how, but it happened once...you're pretty sure it was Ranpo's fault, but who knows?) <3

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putting pretty butterfly clips in Poe's hair, pinning it away from his pretty eyes, and then riding him in his office chair; he's so embarrassed that he can't cover his eyes with his hair anymore, which makes his moans and whimpers all the more louder (especially when you tell him how pretty he is) <3

trying on Ranpo's coat and hat on a whim, but he thinks you're just the cutest thing ever, so he immediately bends you over his desk right there in the agency and shoves his fingers in your mouth to keep you from being too loud <3

letting Poe buy you whatever he wants cause he begs so nicely to spend his money on you. He never asks for a single thing in return, but he also won't refuse when you drop to your knees and wrap your mouth around his cock- whatever you want is what you'll get and he's more than happy to give you his cum <3

talking to Ranpo about his snarky behavior after a few complaints are made and getting a bit miffed when your boyfriend doesn't want to listen— curling your fingers around his clothed cock seems to do the trick, but you barely give him any friction until he's whining and begging and promising to keep his attitude in check <3

being sandwiched between Ranpoe, dizzily pleasured by Poe's soft words and touch contrasted by Ran's more rougher touch and teasing words; you've got nowhere to go when you're suspended in the air by both of them- and taking both their cocks at the same time- so you simply grip onto each of them and take turns swapping spit, content to fall limp and get fucked out <3

settling between Ranpoe, hunched over on your knees while they're laid out on their backs, giving slow kisses to each of them one at a time, hearing the other whine when they think they're being left out. Poe lays quietly, only softly tugging your shirt when you haven't been focusing on him in a while; he gives you the prettiest sounds of pleasure when you come back to him and shyly begs to be fucked first. Ranpo, meanwhile, whines and complains loudly when he feels left out, tugging at your hand and guiding it to his aching bulge when you don't respond; he hears Poe's plea, and it makes him finally snap his mouth closed when he realizes you're going to fuck Poe first because Ran's been a brat the whole time- and that makes him whimper pitfully <3

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #ranpo x reader #ranpo edogawa x reader #poe x reader #ranpoe x reader #edgar allan poe x reader

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okay so for those of you who haven't met me (most of you) I really like thinking about the way people talk (tone, inflection, accent, speech patterns, et cetera) and I'm tired so I'm extending this to the batfamily here we go here's my thoughts, unrequested and only slightly edited:

dick: sounds a bit like a male pop singer (think brendan urie but without the whining or busting his voice with drugs and bad technique). dude has a killer falsetto and can hit some of the highest notes in the house, beat out only by steph. saw a headcanon somewhere about him growing up speaking romani because of his parents and having an accent as a child that comes back when he's hurt or tired and honestly 100/10 it's part of this headcanon (and if you know where this post is please tell me! it's not mine and I'd love to give credit). you can also hear it in the way he says a couple less common words but his accent otherwise sounds exactly like bruce's.

jason: doesn't have the deepest voice of the batfamily; he's third deepest after bruce and duke. his tessitura (comfortable vocal range) is big though and his voice pitch changes a ton with his mood. he's got a soft r that the other bats don't have (think ny or boston) that he learned from his mom. his falsetto is trash but he is one of the better singers in the family. all low notes. you should hear him do the song the dwarves sing in the beginning of the hobbit.

tim: his voice is a little scratchy but it's not too noticeable. damian is the only batboy with a higher voice; tim and cass are at about the same pitch. he's a tad self-conscious about how he sounds in general and heavily mimics so he's got bruce's crisp ts and a softer r like jason's. he says "ahm" instead of "um" and that's not really common in gotham so nobody really knows where he's gotten that from. he's definitely more monotone, for a lot of reasons, and tends to emphasize his words by changing in volume rather than pitch.

damian: he's like twelve so his voice hasn't dropped yet but he wants it to be lower like his brothers. he's got just a touch of an arabic accent so his speech is a little more melodic and much like tim he's a mimic so he has bruce's ts and a few sporadic romani and aave quirks from dick and duke respectively.

duke: second lowest voice of the batfamily. the kid's quiet and his speech is usually peppered with aave although he's often a little self-conscious about it around the primarily white batfamily and especially white upper-class bruce. doesn't sing in public but he's good at it (he refuses to acknowledge this)

cass: okay she hardly ever talks but when she does it's slightly lower in pitch than what people expect. she typically speaks in broken english (well that's canon not headcanon) and it's always the same way as someone else in the batfamily speaks, usually babs, steph, duke, or jason since she spends the most time with them. she's barely ever louder than a kitten sneeze.

stephanie: holy shit the girl talks fast. she's got the highest speaking voice too by a few steps. gorgeous soprano but only about fifty percent of the time. loses her voice completely when she gets sick and turns into a raspy old lady. has an absolute knack for impersonations, not necessarily in terms of pitch but in speech patterns/rhythms.

barbara: right in between tim/cass and steph in terms of pitch. she uses very precise language and there's often random hacker lingo in there. she's also surprisingly loud and can out-shout any of them except for alfred.

and finally, bruce: deepest voice by a step or two. his batman growl is actually slightly higher in pitch if you listen closely enough which jason finds hilarious. he's got very crisp ts as a result of being raised primarily by the very british alfred and he often takes his time speaking especially in meetings.

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So I wanted to talk about some of my thoughts on some of the signs Tallulah gave to Pomme as advice/comfort her about the bad situation. For context, in yesterday's stream, Pomme informs Tallulah about the last time she saw her dad, he was "so sick, the worst he has ever been." That he wrote some letters, bought her a plushie and told her to sleep, that she needed to remind him to tell her something for tomorrow. Even mentioning that she's "still waiting to see him."

Pomme even regrets listening to Bad because now she says "At what cost? Because now, we have no idea where he is. We thought of the worse....I have no idea what happened."

Pomme even mentions what she and Dapper did to try to get clues for Bad's disappearance. However, their attempts haven't worked and they haven't gotten information. Leading Pomme saying that the situation is "just confusing, and... I don't know what to do"

After listening to Pomme explain the situation she's in about Bad, the first thing Tallulah says is, "Not lose hope."

Those choice of words are both interesting and sad to me. Pomme has been trying to not lose hope, she's been so desperately trying is the thing. Her own dad (Bad) has told her to not lose hope before on situations. So, Pomme tries her best in not losing it. But, during the moment she realized that Bad's sickness to death was inevitable when he spoke to her and Tallulah that one night, of course, she was going to lose hope. Of course, when he's gone "missing", she's gonna wonder whether or not her efforts ever really worked in helping him or if he was just lying to her to make her feel better. "I tried to help in any way, I used to prepare medicine for him, health potions, in hopes it could help, he told me it did.... did it really..."

She made a whole backpack for him, in case it did help him. She used to hope it did. She's done a ritual with Dapper in hopes to try to bring Bad back or some kind of clue to where he is and it didn't work. She has tried so bad to have hope.

Tallulah telling Pomme to have hope just reminds me of the times that Bad would tell Tallulah to have hope about her papi. Have hope that he's going to come back one day, that it's going to be "soon." "Soon" is a word that Tallulah despises because it's something she's constantly been told and Tallulah has tried to have hope before for her papi. While their situations are so very different, since her papi hasn't come back for months and Bad's been dead for like around seven days. The situations are also similar too in that these are kids that are wanting their parents. These are kids that are still waiting for their parents. How a kid feels about time can feel so different to how has time actually been in reality. (Btw, this is under my assumption that time works realistically in this minecraft game. Rather then it being like cartoon logic in that "Oh, Bad's been death for a month because Bad said it was" when in reality, it's been around 7 days). For example, a kid waiting for school to end can feel like forever, when in reality it's only two minutes left in class. A kid that's lost in a store can feel like forever when it's only been like thirty seconds before they're found by their parent. Richarlyson yesterday, has even commented, "KKKKKKK get back here already tio, it's been already too long."

Bad being gone around 7 days and it feels long to Richarlyson. If it feels long to him, then you can only wonder how Pomme and Dapper feel when they constantly try to look for him. How it must feel even longer for Dapper considering that he's almost always has had his dad with him. I'm getting side-tracked because my point is about Tallulah's signs to Pomme.

Tallulah also mentions to Pomme, "You can wait thousand years for the right person, as long as you keep them in your memory and your heart that way, you can feel them close to you."

Now this, I feel like comes from a place of heart from Tallulah considering her situation with her papi. But, I also felt like that advice reminded me of something. (you read these signs to right to left btw)

So, I decided to go and look back into Bad's vod, "QSMP - The Eggs Might Die, Create is a Nightmare." Bad: "That's the thing Tallulah, unlike photos, you get to keep your memories forever. So you don't have to worry, you carry those with you ever and ever." (8:24:19 is the start - 8:24:32 is the end of it) He said that to Tallulah after Tallulah was upset she lost the photos she had with her papi before. She was jumping up and down happily in response. Her signs feel like she listened to her Tio's words about keeping her memories with her papi forever and carrying them around. In that same vod, Tallulah says "I don't want to lose another person close to me." So keep in mind that she still considers Bad to be close to her, so the idea of her listening to his advice does not feel far-fetched to me.

She has also listened his advice before in the past when he took care of her. She's even mentioned once during a Tallulah time that he "siempre tiene los mejores consejo." (always has the best advice)

You can argue that she said that about him months ago so she might not feel that way anymore. However, I still think she does feel this way about him. A month before, in January, during a Tallulah time, she said she was feeling depressed, maybe she can talk to her Tio Bad about it.

In a more recent vod, "QSMP - The Eggs Might Die, Create is a Nightmare." She talks to Bad about how she hasn't seen her papi in months, how she is upset she no longer has his letters or his pictures. She feels safe enough to talk to him about her issues and still trusts him for his comfort/advice to her. But, I didn't only want to bring up Bad's advice to Tallulah and Tallulah listening to it. I also just wanted to mention it was a bit ironic that she said that advice regarding memories to Pomme. An egg that has suffered memory issues before because of a brick hitting her head from the ending of purgatory. While Pomme isn't suffering memory issues anymore since she had regained them, I just thought it was a bit ironic. Second thing I wanted to mention is that while she says that to Pomme about Bad, we don't know if that's going to be the same case with Bad to Pomme. Or Bad to Dapper either. We don't know if Bad is going to come back from the dead with his memories in tact about his kids. If he'll have his memories of them while Pomme keeps him in her memories as she waits for him. And then, these are Tallulah's other signs to Pomme, "I don't think he would leave you two alone on purpose, it does not sound like him at all. I'm pretty sure he will come back :)" (The signs are meant to be read from right to left btw)

While Tallulah's right in that it doesn't sound in character for Bad to abandon his kids. Bad used to be Tallulah's main babysitter in the past. He used to take care of her and he would listen to her issues. Which again, also includes her feelings about her papi and how much she misses him. Tallulah has faith in her Tio Bad from him knowing how she has felt when her papi was gone. That he will not cause those same feelings she felt about her papi onto his kids, Pomme and Dapper. That her Tio Bad will know better then to do that. (To be clear, while Tallulah was not abandoned by her papi - he left her in Philza's care while he was gone. She's mentioned before about how she feels like that. It does not mean that it's true nor does it mean that her papi loves her any less.)

I would apologize for comparing Tallulah's situation to Pomme's situation but Tallulah has also compared it herself in this sign from her own experience. "I know what waiting looks like after all". She understands the pain that Pomme is going through. I hope this post makes sense💀

#qsmp #qsmp tallulah #qsmp pomme #badboyhalo

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JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

summary (loosely based on jealousy, jealousy by olivia rodrigo.) rooster and you have never liked each other. or rather—you haven't admitted it you like each other. one night at the hard deck is enough to change the dynamic between you.

cw ANGSTY ANGST, unrequited love, reader comparing herself, mention of reader almost losing control of her plane, rooster being kind of an asshole to reader when they were younger. enemies to lovers (and everything that comes with it; angst, fluff, etc.) NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

a/n reader's callsign is swift. i dont know if im going to put it on the next part (if i make a next part hehe) so i'm explaining her callsign here. she listens to a lot of taylor swift but shes also really swift/quick in the air. ALSO, this is my first time writing for tg:m, fingers crossed people read and interact with it!

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Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw was annoying, and you hated him. Yeah, you despised him. All you two have ever done is argue and (passive-aggressively) insult each other.

So, why were you red from jealousy watching him flirt with one of Nix's friends?

Okay, maybe you lied. Maybe, you have had this massive crush on Rooster since you joined the Naval Academy. He was charming, funny and intelligent, not to mention hard-working and efficient. He was four years older than you and usually hung out with the older students.

All you could do was admire him from afar. Admiration turned into liking, which later developed into something more than a crush. But you never told anyone—you'd be crazy to do so. You've never even spoken to each other.

Until one night changed everything.

You don't remember much from the night. One of your acquaintances was throwing a party, and after a particularly hard day, you'd decided to join your friends.

You were having fun until you weren't. You hated dividing people into stereotypical categories like people did in high school, but bullies exist wherever you go. In that case, even in the Naval Academy.

The guy was drunk, and so was half of his friend group. You don't even remember what he was making fun of you because all you could focus on was him. Bradley Bradshaw was part of that friend group, and—it might've been the alcohol talking—but he was checking you out.

He'd finally noticed you.

After that party, he paid more attention to you. But not the kind of attention you wanted. It started with small jokes about your ability to fly a plane. Sometimes you'd chuckle at them, for his jokes were creative and funny.

But he didn't stop there. You quickly realised he wasn't laughing with you but at you. It hurt you, but your crush towards him didn't disappear as you'd like. It grew stronger.

So, you stopped entertaining him and his friends. You couldn't understand why he kept making jokes that turned into insults when he knew you wouldn't react to them.

It was a stressful day for you when you finally burst. You were training in the air, and you'd gotten paired against Rooster. He was throwing passive-aggressive jabs throughout the exercise, resulting in you nearly losing control of the plane. You'd gotten off your seat so fast, yelling at him for almost getting you killed.

From that point on and forward, all you two did was argue. Argue over the smallest of things. Were you at the top of the class? Rooster beat you when the next test came around. Were you planning on going to a bar? Rooster was there to ruin your night.

It was so much worse now that you were in Top Gun. You felt the obligation to look and be better than good, not only in front of him but to the rest of the men. Women in the Navy were rare, and you'd fuck Rooster up if he'd try to ruin the reputation you fought so hard to gain.

Despite your dislike of his behaviour towards you, you could never shake off the butterflies you got when he walked into a room or the blush coating your cheek every time he addressed you by your callsign.

You just wished—just for a minute—that he could look at you differently. You didn't want his glaring or snarky comments, but the charming smile he gave everyone when he entered the Hard Deck and the attention he paid to Nix's friend—what was her name again? Maria?

"If you keep glaring at them like that, people might start getting ideas," Phoenix whispered in your ear, and you could hear the smirk in her voice.

"Just lost in thought, Nix. I'm not looking at them."

Co-comparison is killing me slowly.

Her hair was smoother and silkier than yours. You could see how healthy and shiny it looked, even across the room, whereas yours was tired from being on a tight bun all day.

Her clothes fit her amazingly. Tight shorts and a white crop top highlighted her cleavage and perfect tan. You, on the other hand, had opted for a baggier pair of shorts and a Hawaiian button shirt that Rooster had teased you for having. I know you want to be like me, baby, but this is going too far. God, you wished he would comment on it now.

I'm so sick of myself.

I'd rather be, rather be,

anyone, anyone else.

Jealousy, Jealousy.

You'd rather be anyone else at this moment. You couldn't bear to watch the pair laugh, talk and for Rooster to completely ignore your presence. You were so used to having him around you, throwing insults, commenting on your appearance and getting red when you threw snarky comments back.

I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you.

You wanted to be her. Listen to the enchanting way he spoke and watch as he moved his hands around while explaining or narrating a story. You wanted to be the centre of his attention, the reason he was smiling. The urge to punch him was still there, but the fucking fluttering in your stomach was overpowering it.

She was so beautiful—you don't even think she was trying. Her smile and her posture. The way she held her beer, how she leaned on Bradley when she laughed, or how she lightly hit his shoulder when he teased her. Everything was perfect. This Maria girl was flawless—and you hated it.

All I see is what I should be.

Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy!

All I see is what I should be.

I'm losing it. All I get's; jealousy, jealousy!

I have to stop, you think. You have to look away. The staring is getting creepy, and your self-esteem drops significantly each second that passes. Jealousy courses through your veins along with the remnants of your beer.

You decide that's enough sulking. You came to the Hard Deck to drink and have fun with your friends. Rooster can go fuck himself. Or better yet, fuck the pretty blonde currently hanging off his arm.

"Where've you been all night, Swift?" You hear Coyote call you, as you approach the pool table.

"Here and there!" You shout over the loud chatter.

You watched as Hangman tried to get the pool ball in the socket but missed terribly, and suddenly the lightbulb above your head turned on. You had a terrible idea. The alcohol, combined with the jealous feeling running through you, gave you the push you needed to execute it.

"Hey, Hangman. Let me show you how to win this thing." You said as Fanboy shot the ball right into the socket.

You approached him, grabbing the pool stick and calling him behind you, and you set your hips at the right angle, your hands finding the right spot on the stick before calling him to come behind you. He placed his hands on yours, his body flush against yours.

Right before you hit the ball, you look in the direction of Rooster. Maria is talking excitedly, but he's not paying attention to her. His eyes are fixated on you, and you find yourself smirking. Why are you smirking? He could have been glancing around, and you just accidentally caught his eye. That might've been the case, but the way he's glaring at the man leaning above you says otherwise.

Is Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw...jealous?

That'll teach him for flirting with another girl.

With precise movements, the ball is inside the socket, and you both cheer, high-fiving. "Yeah! That's how you do it, baby!"

You turn to his direction again, wanting to savour his reaction but what you see is more than enough to break your heart into tiny pieces. Bradley is kissing Maria. And it's not just a peck on the lips but a full-blown make-out session in the middle of the bar. And your heart breaks, just like when you realised he was laughing at you with his friends.

Your eyes tear, and you look down to avoid anyone spotting them. You look at your watch—23:17. You blink rapidly and look up, your eyes meeting Nix's worried ones.

Nix knew. She had caught you staring at him once too many times with that disgusting lovesick look in your eyes—her words, not yours. She'd pressured you until you finally caved in and told her about your infatuation with Rooster.

She looked concerned and apologetic, but it wasn't her fault. Maria wasn't at fault either. The woman was here to have fun—your stupid feelings had nothing to do with her. It wasn't her fault she happened to be extremely attractive and flirting with the pilot you hated but also wanted to fuck. Wow—that's a discussion for another time.

"I-I'll be going now. Good luck on your game, Hangman." You smiled at Jake, but it didn't reach your ears.

You grabbed your bag from the chair next to the pool table, responding to anyone who said goodbye to you. You were halfway to the door when Nix caught up to you.

"Are you okay?" She asks, touching your shoulder gently.

You just nod, wanting nothing more than for your bed to swallow you. But of course, you can't have that.

"Yo, Swift! Where are you going?!" Coyote's voice is loud enough to attract unwanted attention.

You open your slightly quivering lips, smiling as much as you can. "I'm tired from beating your ass all day in training today! I'm heading home."

"You didn't look tired to me a few minutes ago."

"Are you disrespecting a woman's choice, Coyote? While inside the Hard Deck?" Phoenix calls out, and the people who've gone quiet oh at her comeback.

Your eyes unintentionally shift towards Rooster, but you immediately regret it and turn your gaze elsewhere. His arm is around Maria's waist, but he's looking your way with—is that a worried look he shoots your way? Nah, it can't be. But what if it is? I'm not looking back again.

"Hey, Penny! Coyote just disrespected a woman! Ring the bell, please!" Nix's voice brings you out of your thoughts.

The bell rings, and she nods at you. This is your perfect chance to slip out unnoticed. The crowd cheers at Coyote, and he's defeated yet smiling expression. You're out of the bar in seconds.

But your quick getaway is the reason you missed how Rooster's expression fell when you left his eyesight. Or how Maria's waist felt too cold to hold—so he let her go—and how his face twists into regret as soon as he finds Phoenix's glare fixating on him.

You missed the mumble that escaped his lips; "What have I done?"

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royboyfanpage · 29 days

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Hi, I love your page! What are your thoughts on Roy and Connor's relationship?

Hi! Thank you so much, I'm glad you like my posts :) and thank you sososo much for this ask, I love Roy and Connor's relationship and I'm glad I have an opportunity to talk about them. Sorry it's taken me all day to answer, but here you go :)

Short answer? That's his little brother.

Long answer?

I know that "fanon Batfam is canon Arrowfam" is tired and overused, but I really do think that, especially with Roy and Connor, there is some truth to it. While they haven't had too many interactions in canon, there's still a clear arc their relationship takes which I really like.

I don't like Chuck Dixon's Green Arrow run, obviously he's a shitty person but also his writing just isn't for me, but one of the few parts of it I did enjoy was Connor's first meeting with Roy in Green Arrow (1988) #97, prior to Ollie's death. It first establishes one of the most present themes in their relationship, which is the differences in relation to Ollie, and the contrasting experiences of being their father's sons. Roy's the son who grew up with Ollie, he knows him personally, the good and the bad, but his status as Ollie's son is still constantly in question, you can see it back in Longbow Hunters, Ollie calls Roy his son but still denies that that word has meaning ("Roy's a hell of a kid, but he's not mine. Not really.") Whereas Connor, there's never been any doubt that he's Ollie's son, he's his flesh and blood, but he never knew Ollie until he was already in adulthood. He knows Oliver Queen through magazines, but not personally. That's why when Ollie storms off after finding out he's Connor's dad Connor's shocked, but Roy isn't surprised when he hears that from Connor. He knows Ollie, and he knows how his fears of commitment would make him act. While this is only a minor theme of those specific issues where they first met, Roy helping Connor understand what it means to be Oliver Queen's son is one of my favourite parts of their later interaction.

After Ollie's death, there is some tension between Roy and Connor, particularly around Connor joining the JLA in Ollie's place and becoming the new Green Arrow, first mentioned in Teen Titans (1996) #12-

-which is later expanded on in Arsenal #2.

This is really the first time we see Roy and Connor have a heart to heart, and it shows Roy's inferiority complex. Due to tumblr photo limit I can't show more pages for this, but I think the one I chose is the most poignant because, at least in my eyes, it shows the insecurities both of them have in terms of their relation to Ollie, and how each of them address that. Roy's loud, he'll openly speak his mind and say what he feels, and that's why it's primarily about him (that and that it's his mini and Connor's a guest). Roy openly admits feeling inferior to Connor in his position as Ollie's son, even after Ollie's death. Connor, he's quieter about it, and gets spoken over by Roy before he can actually talk about his feelings (which is a pretty consistent problem Connor faces where people expect him to listen but not talk). But you can still see it in his body language, the shadow over his face looking downwards, and while he isn't allowed to finish his sentence you can still tell what he's about to say, that Roy's more of Ollie's son than he is. They both know that the other hasn't actually done anything, but they're not to blame for each feeling their own individual emotions.

They also address the topic of legacy in relation to Ollie in #3, and how there's this unspoken standard to live up to that neither of them ever really can. Roy's Ollie's mentee, his protege, he should be Ollie's legacy, and yet he's not Green Arrow, he's not in the JLA, and he's still coming in second place. Whereas Connor, he is Green Arrow, he's Ollie's legacy, he's in the JLA, but he's a better martial artist than archer.

I wish they'd gotten more opportunities to interact while Ollie was dead because there was SO much potential for them during that period, but alas.

And now, I get to talk about one of my top five comics ever: Boys' Night Out, Green Arrow (2001) #32. Yeah, sure, the whole issue only happened because Ollie wanted Connor out of the house, but it's also the first comic to really explore the brotherly relationship between them, particularly in terms of Roy being older. Roy takes Connor bookshopping despite his own boredom-

-And then takes him to a strip club, where they have another heart to heart.

This page specifically is so important to me, because it's one of the few instances where Connor's actually being heard. Particularly in the 2000s but also in the 90s, a lot of Connor's character was defined by him being the voice of reason, the one who'll talk people down and listen to their problems, which ignores the fact that he's actually a pretty young guy, usually younger than the people he's helping (I suck with ages, I'm pretty sure he was 18 when he was first introduced which, by rough estimate using the Lian Method, would make him around 20-22 in the 2000s). I'm not saying that diminishes his emotional intelligence, he's clearly very emotionally intelligent, but it is a lot of pressure to put on someone that young to constantly be the one holding his family together. That's why I think this whole issue is so important for Connor, it's his chance to actually just be, and Roy's the best person for that. Despite what some fanon and canon characterisations suggest, Roy is absolutely not emotionally immature. Hell, you could make a pretty solid argument that part of the reason he took Connor to a strip club in the first place was to bring up the issue of Connor's sexuality. While asexuality wasn't as popularised as a term back then as it is today, the idea of Connor being queer was very present during Green Arrow (2001), albeit often used as a punchline, and while they're there Connor even gets referred to as a "friend of Madonna" by one of the workers. And while in Roy's head Connor was either gay or just had a low libido at that time, his "you're you and Ollie loves you" speech could very easily be interpreted as acceptance of his sexuality, even before Connor himself had figured it out. It acknowledges that, while Connor's good at helping other people work through their own problems, he's still a young person struggling with his identity, not understanding why he's so different to those around him, even his father. And Roy picks up on that, and tells him that it doesn't matter who or what he is, that what matters most is he's Connor, and him being Connor is enough to warrant love and support.

But Roy also doesn't treat Connor any differently to how he'd treat anyone else. When Connor says something Roy disagrees with, he calls him out

And I think Roy's treatment of Connor as an equal is very important. He doesn't depend on him or treat him like he's this pinnacle of wisdom, but he also doesn't coddle him and treat him like a baby. He calls his ass out, when he needs to! Roy's still a very loud and outspoken person, and he's not gonna change that because he and Connor had a heart to heart. I feel like a big problem with a lot of characters who enter into a family dynamic is that sometimes their writers change who they are at their core in order to have them fit into a specific role in the nuclear family, and while yeah, Roy's absolutely playing the role of an older brother in this issue, he's still Roy Harper, which I think is crucial. And conversely, Connor also calls Roy out when he does something he doesn't like!

I'm running low on the photo limit so apologies for the quality of this collage, and I couldn't fit it in frame but for context Roy just knocked out a robber who Connor was trying to talk down. Connor explains to Roy his reasonings, and Roy apologises! I think this also highlights the differences in terms of their characters. They're both very protective of their families, but Roy tends to act first whereas Connor thinks things through. Roy saw Connor with a gun pointed at him and immediately took action, which contrasts Connor's reaction when Roy gets shot in Outsiders #6

Connor's more of a rational thinker in times of crisis, and he tends to try and think things through and avoid rash decisions, whereas Roy's very much an immediate responder if his family's at stake.

And then it ends with them actually acknowledging each other as brothers!

The ending of Boys' Night Out is so important to me, honestly, and it demonstrates one of the most important features of their relationship- trying to figure out what brotherhood means. There's not a big hug at the end, there doesn't need to be. Just an acknowledgement that they're in each others lives, that they're brothers, and it doesn't matter what that means. It's cool. I adore this issue so much, I had to make like half the post about it because it's so good and it's such a good example of why filler issues are needed. Sure, Williamson's run has it's sweet moments, but an issue like this where two characters just get to interact in a low stake scenario will always be so much more impactful than one hug in a big event.

So, yeah, I think my short answer sums it up pretty well. They're the brothers ever.

#sorry this took me all day to answer i had a lil bit too much to drink last night and had a hangover until like 5pm #pro tip don't have your first shot at midnight #roy harper #speedy #arsenal #red arrow #connor hawke #green arrow

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pairing: George Russel x Toto Wolffs daughter warnings: age gap, sexual themes, fingering, pain kink, forbidden trope. prompt: Cami Wolff is the daughter of the mercedes team principle. She goes out of her way to not meet George Russel just because she finds him so attractive. One night she goes to a party and it turns out that the party on the yacht is hosted by none other than George Russel.

I had noticed him from the day I first saw him. It wasn't a crush or some infatuation. Instead it was some kind of admiring from a far type of thing. Dad tried to introduce me a couple of times but I refused.

The young driver was the only driver I had not talked to out of all the mercedes drivers I had ever met. Which weren't a lot but still. I didn't know back then why I refused to talk to him but I know now. Like I said it wasn't some kind of crush or infatuation. No, it was an attraction that I did not want to feed into with being introduced to him.

I just knew he must be good in bed and every time I caught his eyes I thought about that fact. Which is why I decided it was for the better to just not meet him.

xxx

In Monaco, after Lewis had won the race, everyone decided to go celebrate on someones yacht. I didn't know who's yacht nor did I care. If there is a party I will be there. So I got ready with my friend, Chelsea, and as soon as we were done we left.

From what I had gathered it would mostly just consist of only workers for mercedes, with some exceptions. My dad, thank god, wasn't going to be there. He'd honestly kill me if he knew that I even attended.

We walked on to the yacht and went to the bar immediately. "What you getting?" I ask Chelsea. Whilst thinking about my own order.

"Something that I can get hammered on, this week has been rough", Chelsea works as a PR manager for McLaren so her statement makes sense.

"Let's just get eight shots, divid them by two and then down them all, one after the other", I tell her. She couldn't have agreed faster. What the hell are those McLaren drivers doing to my poor friend? I laugh whilst she orders the drinks.

Whilst our drinks are getting prepared Lewis walks up to us and says hey. "Didn't think you'd show up", he comments.

"Why do you say that?" I laugh confused.

He looks around. "Well this is Georges yacht after all, didn't think you'd show up with how you are clearly going out of your way to not talk to George", I stopped smiling, shocked.

I knew that George was going to be here but not that this was his yacht.

"I'm not! Just haven't got to talk to him yet", I tell him, lying through my teeth.

"So you could just walk over to him and talk to him right now, right?" he asks me smirking.

I laugh nervously. "Of course I could", I say to him. "Don't be silly Lewis".

"If that's so, go talk to him right now", he challenges. "Or even better come play a game with us in like an hour or two, bring Chelsea with you".

What have I gotten myself into. "Alright, we'll be there", with that he says goodbye for now and leaves. I had 1-2 hours to get as wasted as possible.

I turn back to Chelsea. "Order another eight shots", I tell her as I start to down shot after shot.

"Slow down Cami", she laughs.

I chose to not listen to her and drank the remaining four from the second round. At first I din't feel anything but after 30 minutes I knew it was over. So was Chelsea but not nearly as much as me. She was perfectly drunk. Enough to think clearly but also enough to have fun.

Me on the other hand was more than ready to start playing. If it was going to be truth or dare I was going to be up for anything.

Chelsea and I danced away on the dance floor. She turned to some guy, dancing with him, and I decided to do the same. Not thinking about who it was. The guy put one of his hands on my hips as I was swaying them against him.

Maneater playing in the back ground whilst my eyes were closed. I turn around just to be face to face with George. Out of all people, George. Thankfully I was so drunk that I didn't care and just put my hands around his neck.

I doubted that he at that moment knew that I was the daughter of his team principal or he simply did not care. He took a hold of my hand and spun me around. Dancing with me until my friend dragged me to the toilet.

Chelsea has always had a fear of bathrooms. She was scared that someone might hide in them. So whenever we had a night out it was not uncommon for me or someone else to go with her.

By the time she was done. George was gone from the dance floor and Chelsea and I just continued to dance with one another.

After the two hours had passed the party had died down. It was more or less a gathering now. Which was the whole point. A few other drivers arrived and we were maybe 15 or 20 people sitting on the four couches. That's probably why Lewis said one to two hours, so there'd be a little peace and quiet for us to play.

I was still drunk off my ass and was going to be for another few hours. The others were pretty much sober. I'm ashamed to be even saying that I even kept on drinking just a lot less.

"Let's play then, everyone know how it goes?" Lewis asked. We were going to play truth or dare. A very simple yet exciting game. No one said anything so Hamilton bent over to the table to spin the bottle. "Oh and if you decide to not do it or answer it you have to take a piece of your clothing off", by the time he said that the bottle landed on me.

The only problem: I have a dress and underwear on. Nothing else. "Truth", with that information in the back of my mind I chose to play it safe. I could feel a pair of eyes staring at me. George. Which made me push my thighs together. It was like he was undressing me with his eyes even though he sat two meters away from me.

"What's your body count", Lewis asks, genuinely interested.

"Don't have one, virgin", I answer which was the truth. Sure I had had boyfriends and situation-ships but never had I ever gone the whole way. Only close to it. Somehow I just never felt the desperation for it, so until I found someone I couldn't keep my hands off I wasn't going to do it.

Everyone looked at me in disbelief. Georges eyes turned a darker shade of blue, looking at me even more intensely. "She's telling the truth and I have known her for a couple of years", Chelsea confirms. She leans into me whispering something in my ear. "George is practically staring at you", she tells me which I ignore. I spin the bottle and so we continued to play.

As time went on more and more people left only the six of us remaining. Lewis, Chelsea, George, Alex, Lily and me. Three guys against three girls. All of us still had cloths on. But at this point I probably was so drunk I wouldn't have cared if I did.

The bottle lands on Lily. Chelsea had spun it so she had to choose. "Dare, of course because I'm not boring", she laughs.

Lily just smirks to that. "Remove a piece of clothing of off the guy closest to you but without using you hands", she giggles knowing it was Lewis and how she is going to enjoy this show.

"Okay easy", she sits down beside Lewis and starts to take off Lewis's shirt but he helps her a little because he saw that she was finding it difficult. The rest of us were chanting her name.

When she was done we all started clapping, to which she just turns red and returns to her seat. She spins the bottle and it lands on me. After seeing how tame her dare was I felt like I could choose dare as well. "Dare, why not?" I say unknowing of what was about to come.

"Show us one of your kinks with another player", well fuck Lewis is taken by Chelsea right now and Alex and Lily are both in a relationship with one another. That only leaves Chelsea as an option. As I was about to say her name, she adds on something. "The player has to be male", she smirks.

I knew what she was doing and she knew too because that only leaves George as an option. It was noticeable how he was waiting me to pick anyone but him.

So when I walked drunkenly over to him and tried to sit beside him, it came to him as a shock. He even had to help me sit down because of how drunk I was. Throughout the game we hadn't talked and now I was supposed to show him one of my kinks.

"So, what's your kink?", he says putting a hair behind my ear.

I bite my lip which he sees. "Wait if I take off a piece of clothing I can skip this dare, right?" I turn around and ask.

"Sure but then you wouldn't have anything on you, would you now? So what's worse?", George says looking me up and down.

"Come on Cami, we've all done worse than whatever your kinks are", Chelsea says to which everyone laughs.

I turn back to George and get closer to him. So close that if I whisper only he could hear. "I have a pain kink. So if you chock me and than slap me hard I will get turned on immediately, especially if it's from you", I whisper.

"Little Virgin Mary not so pure in actuality, huh?", he laughs. Everyone was confused about what I could have said.

His eyes didn't leave mine as he put one hand on my thigh and the other one started going up from my chest. He just had to take full advantage of this situation didn't he. His hand finally comes to my neck and he starts applying pressure.

The pressure felt so fucking good and it made me close my eyes. His hand leaves my neck and I open my eyes again just to look him in the eyes. That's when his hand slapped me, hard enough for a little moan to escape my lips that only he could hear.

I return to my seat, drunk and now horney as well. "Fuck me that was hot", Chelsea was the first to say anything and everyone else just started giggling. George on the other hand didn't leave my eyes.

"Didn't think you had that in you, Cami", Lewis says shocked. I just ignore the fact that I just showed everyone here that I like pain.

As I spin the bottle I reach for the vodka bottle and take two more shots. George shakes his head in disbelief.

The bottle landed on George and he chose truth. "What sexual acts arouse you most?" I asked him downing another shot. Not expecting anything interesting.

"Chocking and slapping", everyone was in disbelief. He had not just said that. "Giving not receiving, of course".

My mouth hung a gap not able to utter a single word. "You two should get a room", Alex laughed.

The round kept on going and the alcohol was starting to hit again. I had taken off my shoes and left just to go to the speaker and sync my phone to it. I put some music on and started dancing a little. George looked over to what I was doing too which I gestured for him to come to me.

"What is it?" he asks with a smile on his lips.

I had gone over my drinking limit a while ago. "Dance with me", I tell him. He smiles and looks away.

"How much have you had to drink?" he asked concerned.

"Only like half a bottle of vodka", I say oblivious to how much that actually was.

"Fuck Cami, this is going to hit you hard when you wake up", he tells me.

"Why don't you hit me hard instead?" I said to him. Looking into his blue eyes.

He clears his voice. "Let's get back to the game", he leads me to the couch and sits beside me. There was no way I was walking to the couch on my own.

I rested my head on Georges shoulder as Lewis spun the bottle and of course the bottle had to have landed on me. "Truth", honestly I couldn't move even if I wanted to so it was the obvious choice.

"I can't come up with a good question, can someone take over for me?" Lewis said to which George takes over.

"Have you ever fantasised about an F1 driver?" he asks.

"That's a good one", Lewis said and everyone agrees.

I don't even have to think about it. "Of course", by the looks of it they weren't expecting me to answer it.

"Who?" George asked.

There was no way I was admitting to who I fantasised about. "That's another question and there is no way I'm saying it", I laugh and go to spin the bottle.

It lands on Alex and he chooses dare. To which I told him to seduce Lily. "I am going to find out eventually who it is", George whispers into my ear. As I was about to respond everyone starts to clap and shout.

George and I joined in. Alex than spun the bottle and it landed on George. "Truth".

"How long was your longest session, if you know what I mean?" if you know what I mean.

He thinks about it for a little. "I think it was an hour long", he laughs embarrassed.

George spins the bottle. "You lasted for an hour? No fucking way", Lewis laughs.

The bottle yet again lands on me and before I can even think I chose truth immediately regretting it. "Who Cami?", he said seductively.

"Well I guess I will have to strip then", I stand up looking him directly in the eyes a teasing smile on my lips. My hands go to my straps and pull one after the other off.

It was almost as if he didn't believe I would do it. Only when I was about to pull my dress off he stood up and stopped me. Pulling my straps up for me. "I think that's enough for tonight, let's get you sobered up, wouldn't want Toto to get mad at me now would we", he says as he starts leading me inside the yacht. "I'm going to let her sleep here and call Toto probably, is that alright with you Chelsea?", he asks.

"Yeah that's fine by me, with how much she has consumed I don't think I would be able to get her home anyway", she says.

"Perfect than, Cami stays here and I'll take Chelsea home", Lewis says.

They start to pick all their stuff up and George carefully holds me leading me inside the yacht.

He brings me to the bed and lays me down. He takes a shirt out of his closet and when he turns to give it to me he looks away just as quick. Because he saw how I was starting to take my dress off.

"George?" I said.

"Yeah what's up?" he still didn't look at me.

I struggled with my bra and couldn't get it off. "I need you to help me take my bra off", I tell him.

"Fuck", he said very quietly as he turned around.

I still had my dress on but only from the waist down. So my chest was very much on display. He went to my back and slowly unclasped my bra and immediately looked away.

"Thanks", I said and put the shirt on, shimmying the dress of and fold it with my bra on the bed side table.

George disappears into the kitchen probably getting some water. He returns with some water. Which I downed in a matter of minutes. He just stood across the bed with his arms crossed looking at me.

"You just going to stare at me from over there?" I ask him slightly sobering up.

He smiled at that comment. "Yes", he said. "Well, until you tell me who you fantasis about at least", he smirked.

"Come here and I'll tell you", I said to which he walked to the bed and sat beside me whilst I was sitting on my knees.

"So tell me", he was so eager to know.

I thought about it for a second. Should I tell the truth or lie? "Let's talk about something else", I giggle.

"Like I said earlier I will get the answer sooner or later but fine let me ask something else than", he starts saying. "What's the reason behind you going out of your way just to not meet me?".

My smile vanished a little. "Its the same reason I don't want to tell you who I fantasise about", I boldly say.

He looks me in the eye leaning one hand on the mattress whilst being a bit turned to me. "So you are attracted to me and fantasise about me?" he said almost cocky and not even a bit shocked.

"Can't fall for one of my dads workers now can I?" I said.

"I guess not", his other hand is on my naked thigh, caressing it. "What do you think your dad would say about how you danced with me at the beginning of the party?" his hand traveled further up.

"Not much. What do you think my dad would say about you chocking and slapping me earlier?" I asked him teasingly, acting as though his hand didn't do things to me.

"Don't think he'd be so happy with me. What do you think he would say about me fingering his pure virgin daughter?" My heart was in my feet. Did he just really say that.

I gulped slightly. "Well he'd definitely not be too happy about that, but that hasn't happened so we don't need to think about that", his hand traveled even further.

"Yet".

With that our lips met. He put me down on the bed and I put my thighs around his waist. My crotch meeting his, a moan escaping from my lips. One of his hands held my thigh whilst the other one was aggressively traveling over my body until it got to my neck and chocked me.

I didn't think it was possible for me to become even wetter. His crotch was hard against me and I could feel how he started getting hard. He was actively pushing against me hard. Only making me more horny.

His hand travled to my sex painfully slow. "Your so fucking wet, so fucking perfect", he pushed my underwear to the side going straight inside me with two fingers.

"George", I moan overwhelmed by the feeling I was experiencing. His thumb went over my clit.

"Your taking my fingers so well, like a good virgin", he tells me.

George started going faster bringing me close to finishing. "George I'm going to cum", I told him.

All the built up tension from all the weeks I had been refusing to meet him were finally going to be released.

"Go on than", he tells me. "Be a good girl for me and cum", he says which takes me over the edge and I hit my climax . He gets a towel and cleans me up a bit.

I have never been fingered better. Even though I didn't do anything I still was more than exhausted. I didn't want to leave him hanging but he assured me that he was happier over having made me cum than anything else. "Come here", he said to me making room for me to snuggle into him.

We than fell asleep and sometime around six AM we woke up again and continued on talking until we fell asleep again.

This was going to be the beginning of something good.

#george russell #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #toto wolff #mercedes #smut #daughter #george russell smut #age g4p #toto wolff daughter

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softxsuki · 10 months

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i wanted to know for the urgent request if it could be for the obey me! boys, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, and barbatos when reader has been really down and depressed and even told them they thought about committing so they comfort them for it? i haven't gotten any comforting recently and i love your writing so i was hoping you could do this :( <3

Obey Me Boys Comforting Reader With Depression

TW: PLEASE DON'T READ IF MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SELF-HARM, AND THOUGHTS OF SUC*DE WILL MAKE YOU FEEL WORSE RATHER THAN COMFORT YOU. THANKS

Pairing: Mammon x Gn!Reader, Levi(OM) x Gn!reader, Satan x Gn!reader, Asmo x Gn!Reader, Barbatos x Gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of self-harming and old/new scars, depression, and mentions of reader wanting/thinking of taking their own life

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: In which the boys find out that MC is feeling depressed and thought of taking their own life, and that they also self-harm, so they provide MC with comfort in their own way :)

[A/N: Kya!!! Thank you so much for trusting me with your urgent request! I hope I did an okay job with it. It's been a little while since I last played Obey me, so I cam very much behind with it (and I'm stuck on the regular game bc I can't level up mu cards fast enough. rip) but I really hope this brings you some kind of comfort. I'm here if you ever need anyone to talk to if if you just need someone to listen to you. Feel better soon <333]

Mammon:

Mammon notices the sudden change in your mood straight away since he’s always around you

He does his best to try and cheer you up without directly confronting you about it

So he’d invite you out with him and might even spoil you with pretty things in hopes that using his money on you helps distract you from whatever you’re feeling

But that all changes when he sees your self-harm scars

Fear fills him and he knows he can’t just avoid the topic anymore, he doesn’t want to see you in pain or have you harm yourself anymore

So one day when you’re out with him in town, he softly takes your hand and leads you to a bench away from the hustle and bustle of the town

He’s a little cautious, he’s not really good with being direct about his feelings, especially not with you because he gets so nervous and this was serious…he was scared to mess up

“Y’know MC…I may not be the best person to go to about troubling things in your life, but I want ya to know that I’m here for you. I…don’t want to lose you. Actually, I can’t lose you–never. So maybe things are hard for ya right now, but you’re one of the most important people in my life. Your problems are The Great Mammon’s problems as well, so let me in, won’t ya?”

He’s awkwardly rubbing his neck now as he feels his face heating up, but at least he got everything he wanted to say out

So when you do open up to him about your depression, self-harm, and thoughts of taking your own life, he feels relieved that you are finally speaking about it with someone, but he’s also scared that you’ve been feeling that way and he had been trying to ignore it for so long

He’s scared to let you out of his sight after that, so if he shows up to your room at 3am with a spare pillow, you know why

Mammon’s always inviting you to his room as well so you can watch stuff together until you fall asleep

Extra clingy Mammon who’ll probably bug you about how you’re feelings every few minutes, but at least you know someone cares

You’d find all your issues slowly dissolving as he covers you with love and attention, just don’t block him out

Leviathan:

Oh boy, Levi is very overdramatic when he finds out what’s been going on with you

He’s beyond scared to lose you–you’re his only best friend after all, the one who truly understands him and cares for him unconditionally

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t realize MC. I’m such a good-for-nothing. I can’t even tell when the person I care about the most is going through a tough time. Y-you’re amazing MC! You’re one of the best people I know, unlike all these other normies out there. You’re always so kind to me and I just hate that I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me…”

Yeah, he’s definitely beating himself up about it because how could he not realize???

“You’re always here for me, that’s why you’re the only one I felt comfortable telling this to. Please don’t blame yourself…I kinda didn’t want anyone to know at first; I thought I could deal with it on my own…” You’d explain to him

He’s a little relieved to hear it, but it still won’t make him feel any better

Levi is always throwing himself in the ground, so not being there for you at a time when you really needed him AND when he could have potentially lost you, scares him to death

Like Mammon, he keeps you by his side, but in your room since he sleeps in his tub and that’s not very comfortable for you LOL

He’d move all his games and game stations into your room and make a little base there to stay by your side until you’re feeling better

He probably goes to one of his older brothers who are more responsible like Lucifer or Satan and asks for their advice (without giving you away ofc. He’d make it sound like one of his online friends are dealing with this issue since you only trusted him with this info)

He’s very awkward and shy at times, but he’s glad that you trusted him to let him in on the pain you were feeling internally. He makes it his mission (literally, like he’s playing a game, but knowing that it’s far more serious) to get you back on your feet and in a better mental state

And we all know Levi is good at games, so this is one he won’t fail either :)

Satan:

Satan reads a lot, books of all genres, so he picked up on your sudden change in behavior very quickly and he’s actually the one who goes to you first to talk about it

“What’s going on?” He bluntly asks one day when you’re in his room reading with him in a peaceful silence

That catches you off guard…did he know? You could see the serious look on his face so you decide to just open up to him about everything; the depression, the self-harm, and even the thoughts that flash through your mind of taking your own life

Satan listens silently as you speak, taking in all your words and you see his eyes soften the more you reveal to him

“I see…” he’s lost in thought for a moment, but then stands up and walks over to you, taking your hands in his as he leaves a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. “I knew something was up, but I wanted to hear it from you before I assumed too much. I’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way. I’m here though, and now that I know what’s going on, I’ll do anything and everything I can to ensure you feel better.”

And he really will

Whenever you come over to his room to do your daily reading together in each others presence, he spends his time reading books on mental health that give him plenty of advice on how to best help you

He isn’t overbearing though, he gives you your space and allows you to reach out to him whenever you need him, only checking up on you when it seems appropriate so you don’t feel suffocated, but deep down he is worried and scared to lose you

So he offers you his own help, but also asks if you’d like to go to the human world to see or speak to a professional who might be more helpful to you than he could be

He even volunteers to go along with you if you don’t want to go alone–he just wants you to be happy again to not feel so claustrophobic in your own skin

Whatever you decide to do, just know that you have his 10000000% support

Asmodeus:

This man is very dramatic as well, but in a different way than Levi…

He throws tons of compliments your way in hopes that they help lift you up, but really, he’s better at giving physical acts of care

SO, your self-harm scars? He goes out of his way to wash them up and lotion them up, pressing small kisses the the older scars and newer ones as well

“Even with these marks, your skin is still as soft and beautiful as ever, darling. My lovely MC, I’ll do everything I can to take care of you from now on. I’ll pamper you everyday and remind you how much you mean to me, so please don’t harm yourself any longer…”

Asmo isn’t one to be very serious at times, but he knows now isn’t the time to joke around with you, so he’s uncharacteristically very serious, yet still as charming as ever

He’ll treat you to extra tight hugs and kisses, a little scared to let go in fear that he’d never be able to hold you again, so bear with him a little…he can be a bit suffocating

He isn’t the best listener or remarkably great at giving advice that doesn’t have anything to do with fashion or beauty, so he’d probably go to Lucifer for help, or maybe even Solomon, who’s more familiar with human emotions like depression

Anything you need or want, Asmo will get it for you

Get ready to feel more loved than you’ve ever felt before in your life

Barbatos:

He knows…of course he knows, Barbatos knows everything 😀

The first time you attempted to self-harm, he was there to stop you, so you never even got the chance

What he didn’t know about though was your thoughts of attempting to take your life, since you never actually made the move to do it, you only really thought about it

So when he sits down with you to hear you out about attempting to self-harm and you open up about your other darker secrets as well, he’s shocked

Momentarily, it’ll show on his face, but he’ll catch himself and gently smile to you as you continue to speak your mind

He doesn't want you to feel embarrassed by any of this or to beat yourself up for getting caught or for feeling what you feel–you were human and humans experienced moments of intense emotions that they can’t control sometimes, he understood this very well

“Oh dear MC, I am relieved that I was able to stop you this time. Though, I must admit I do feel particularly regretful that I am not able to read minds so I could put your own mind to rest from your dark thoughts. Now that I am aware of everything, I shall do my best to assist you in recovering mentally”

He’s not the most emotional guy out there, but you know he cares for you and when Barbatos dedicates his time and attention to something, he WILL get it done

Barbatos takes your hand in his and presses a delicate kiss onto each of your fingers, and leans his head onto the back of your hand, in almost a way that he’s ready and willing to serve you (not that he didn’t already, but it’s more of like his own way of physically showing his dedication to you??? Does that make sense? KINDA like when a knight is knighted and vows to protect whoever he’s assigned to??? Am I making sense? hopefully…)

He doesn’t need to keep an eye on you because he��d be able to stop you anyway if you ever decided to do anything drastic, but he does free up time in his busy schedule to be with you, he’s dedicated to serving Diavolo, but you very quickly become his number one priority (you already were, but he was never aware of it himself lol)

I don’t know, but I just feel like Barbatos is such a soothing person to be with, his voice is like silk, it wraps you up like a warm blanket and feels like a big tight hug when you need it the most

SO I imagine you’d feel better pretty quickly with all the attention he’s giving you, and the warm tea he makes you????! You’re set for life, get ready to feel brand new

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 7/11/2023

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starboy000 · 3 months

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>>𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗻 𝗠𝗰𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝘅 𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Finn dating a shy and quiet s/o

𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑚𝑙𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑠

I WOULD like to think Finn doesn't necessarily have a preference in someone's personality and genuinely likes who he likes. So, when a gorgeous man came into his life (or a new recruit in the camp), you catch his eye.

Only then he will notice in a few weeks or so you haven't really gotten close with anybody. Finn understands new change and having to adapt is a struggle.

But it shouldn't take another 3 months💀

The first thought comes to mind in his little crackhead brain right now was one solution: you didn't like him...and he wasn't afraid to confront you about it. He may not be the brightest but he is not dense, such as catching you looking at him a few times.

When the day finally came to have a talk with you, it took an unexpected turn...

In your own words-"I'm sorry, I was just nervous and you were really cool, I didn't know how to approach you." My man had to process everything and in beyond. Once that was settled, he understood and happily took the compliments, glad you weren't a total jerk like he thought you would be.

Finn was so happy when you began to finally make friends, and get out of your comfort zone. ESPECIALLY around him. It makes him feel all giddy.

Your behavior doesn't seem to change all that much even after you stayed at the camp for a while.

Being out in public, he senses you get nervous in public, even if it were crowded, he makes sure to distract you, focus on him. If you ever need Finn to order your food, he will do it with no questions ask.

His feelings towards you will slowly change. You two were just friends, however...it turns out Finn slowly catches feelings, what can he say? You were really attractive, and I mean to the point where he wanted to be sex buddies.

(Only if you wanted to, ofc)

This will lead Finn to flirt with you, being touchy, calling you nicknames like "Sweetheart" or "Hot Stuff" that Cassidy, hell, Daniel too who noticed the change in his behavior and yet, you were so oblivious.

You just thought it was normal as Finn would act the same towards anyone else...right?

Oh how wrong you were.

Cassidy had to bonk you in the head, making you realize Finn didn't want to be "just friends" and that was it, a light bulb flickering above your head. All the touching coming from Finn really did say something.

After figuring it out, you didn't know how to act. The only thing you could do was pretend everything was normal when you felt like you were gonna have a heart attack.

Sooner or later, Finn eventually confessed first because he couldn't take the tension anymore and let it all out, expecting you to not feel the same.

Plot twist! You two...kissed🧍‍♂️

Finn: 'cool, cool, cool, cool, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot.'

You: 'ohmygosh, ohmygosh, I kissed him, what will happen now? Will everything change? What will people think? Did my breath smell?'

Boyfriends.

Now the others don't have to see the obvious eye contact and hear Finn's everyday flirting anymore. Except, too bad for them it was ten times worse after you two were officially a couple.

(Sean and Cassidy both made a bet who would confess first).

Finn loves to show you off, even if you whine at him for it, he can't help it! He just wants to let the world know how deeply in love he is with you.

Speaking of affection.

He doesn't care if you shy away, he just loves the way you get embbarassed easily once he gives you kisses or show any type of love and when Daniel is around catching you two being lovey dovey, he will be dramatic about it.

Finn doesn't mind you being quiet, he actually likes it! That way he can blabber on while you listen to him. It also gives you an advantage to hear his cute accent ;)

Tries so hard to hold back from making out with you-cough! I mean...what?

If anyone makes fun of your quietness, saying mean things or try to be homophobic in any way, Finn will square up and Daniel can use his powers🤷🏻

Will listen to you when you ask for something, he will go on a side quest to do it. No matter how difficult the task is.

You: "Finn? You think you can hand me those-"

Finn: *Pops up in front of you with scissors*

Finn: "Here ya go, Sweetheart."

Sean: "How did you-"

He just loves the quiet types.

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seananmcguire · 11 months

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Hi Seanan! I recently threw some more of your creatures into the my DnD5e-ish game I'm running- I homebrewed a Cait Sidhe race, and let my players rescue a colony of Aeslin Mice (redubbed "loremice," so I don't have to figure out what "Aeslin" means when my players ask.) The mice have so far named a God of Smokey Rescue, a God of Deceptive Size, and a God of Ominous Declaration. :)

I realize I could make up whatever rules I want for their specifics, since it's my game and I haven't gotten my players to read your work yet, so they wouldn't notice any inaccuracies. But I think it'd be cool to portray them as accurately as possible to the way you see them.

So! If you're willing, I have a couple questions!

1. Do you know what the rough ratio of Shadow Roads distance to not-Shadow-Roads distance is? I'm homebrewing a spell for the Cait Sidhe Shadow Roads thing, and I'd like to give my Cait Sidhe player some hard numbers to work with when they wanna push the limits of their range.

2. For the same player, can you share what the Shadow Roads look like to a Cait Sidhe? We can assume Tybalt isn't as blind as October is in there, but I can't remember her ever asking him precisely how he navigates.

3. I was gonna remove the Aeslin "God/Priestess" gender distinction for my loremice, because the women at my table would have questions and I wouldn't know how to justify it. I don't expect you'd mind much, but it feels mildly disrespectful to the source material anyway (like, what if I'm just using this as an excuse to remove it, because I dislike this Aeslin habit myself?). So I'm torn. Do you know an explanation I could give my players to make sure they don't mistake the mice as sexist?

3.5. I was also considering a compromise solution to this. I'm considering making all the player characters "Gods" to the mice initially, then having the mice switch to using "Priest(ess)" to refer to PCs who converse most directly with the mice, who make the most effort to force their way past the HAILs and be treated as equals. I'd have them act slightly more casual and less reverent to the Priests and Priestesses, make it easier for them to hold productive conversations with the mice than it is for Gods. I felt this could pay enough homage to your work to alleviate my baseless guilt, while beating the potential sexism allegations. And since I have you here on Tumblr, I wanted to get your input on it- is that uncomfortably far from your vision of Aeslin Worship?

If you can't answer any of these, either because they feel spoilery or because you haven't canonized answers to them in your own head, that's fine! I can figure it out. But you've found time for my Tumblr asks before, so I figure I may as well run it by you.

Maybe I'll add Cu Sidhe as a playable race next... if my players are mature enough to handle how I believe it's pronounced, haha.

This is all very neat, but I started my numbered list before I said that, and can't get out of it!

About 1:10.

The Shadow Roads are absolute blackness even to the Cait Sidhe. They're just a little warmer/it's possible to breathe there, if not comfortably. They navigate by feel, and generally "know" when it's time to exit to the "real world" again.

It's not disrespectful to the source material, honest. The mice who live with the Price family, whether Portland or Penton Hall, are still operating under a foundational commandment that Beth Evans didn't know she was giving, when she told them they couldn't set her above her husband, who they had already declared a god. So the mice aren't sexist, because they barely comprehend human sexual dimorphism: they're just following the orders they were given when they were first adopted by this particular liturgical tradition. A colony that hadn't received that commandment could pick any other set of titles. As a rule, you will have two: one for people who are worshiped but not listened to, and one the other way around.

That works!

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phoebe-delia · 2 years

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Hey, Draco

I got this idea today while listening to "Hey There Delilah" by the Plain White T's because I am nothing if not a fan of 2000s music. Enjoy! (also this is exactly 1k!)

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"Hey, Draco—you wanted me to call when I landed. And, er, I landed. I also wanted to say... I know you said that our randomly reconnecting and—what did you call it? 'sharing a night of passion?'—while I was in New York for a holiday is not enough reason to pack up and move over there with you immediately. But I'm just so bloody excited. I've never turned a week's vacation into a month before. I've never gotten off a plane only to want to turn around and buy a one-way ticket. But it's okay. You didn't say no. You just want to take it slow. I can wait. I know I can. As long as it takes."

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"Hey, Draco—I just got off work. I'm so bloody tired. Sorry I couldn't call until now. Well, I guess I'm not that sorry, since you're clearly occupied anyway. Because I'm talking to myself. Well, to myself and to some future you who's listening to this. I wonder what future me is doing while you hear this. Probably waiting for you to call me back. What are you waiting for? Call me back already, you git!"

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"Hey, Draco—Merlin, I'm tired. It was a long fucking day. It wasn't even the good kind of tired. You know how sometimes after a long day you feel, like, satisfied? I don't think I've felt that way in...I don't remember. My brain is scrambled eggs. I need to go to bed. But I wanted to call you and say hello to your voicemail because I don't have the energy for a normal human conversation. But let's please talk tomorrow. I miss the sound of your voice, and your outgoing message is only so comforting."

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"Hey, Draco—last night was so fun. I haven't laughed like that in ages. I'm just glad you couldn't see me cry-laugh like that through the phone. I miss you already. I'm about to make dinner, but I'll call you when I'm eating."

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"Hey, Draco—sorry I couldn't talk last night. Ron and Hermione dragged me to the pub and basically interrogated me about why I seem to smile randomly at nothing during the day. I tried to remind them how completely, obnoxiously gone for each other they were at the beginning of their relationship, but then they started pestering me over if I was seeing anyone and who it was and it just—it just came out, okay? I know we said we wouldn't tell people yet but I just. I couldn't help it. My friends said they'd never seen me so happy, and I have a hard time hiding things from them. I hope that's okay. Call me when you get this. Please."

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"Hey, Draco—I hope you're asleep right now. I know you had a long day. I just wanted to leave you a message for when you wake up. To tell you I've been thinking about you for—well. Ever since we bumped into each other in line at that coffee shop after not seeing each other for years and you said 'This can't be fucking happening to me,' and I just laughed. So I haven't stopped thinking about you in weeks. Which is a blessing and a curse, really, because thoughts of you distract me from the utterly boring parts of my work day, but when I'm done daydreaming I have to remember that I'm at work and not with you, wiping up spilled coffee and wondering if it's too late to change my flight. I'd much rather think about you all day than do work for even a second."

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"Hey, Draco—I thought more about what you said last night. I'm sorry I got...well. I think you'd call it my 'defensive and Gryffindor ego' but I like to think of it as my endearing stubbornness, thanks ever so. Still—I'm sorry. And I thought about it and I think you're right. I'm tired all the time and I'm not having a fun enough time at work to make it worth it. Can you talk? Call me when you can."

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"Hey, Draco—I'm doing it tomorrow. Wish me luck."

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"Hey, Draco—I did it. I did it, I finally fucking did it. Merlin, you should've seen the look on Robards's face! I'll have to pensive it for you later. God, I have so much adrenaline! I've got the rest of my life to do whatever I want and all the inheritance money I could ever ask for—why on earth did I ever become an Auror? Anyway, call me!"

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"Hey, Draco—y'know the thing about being unemployed is that you have a lot of free time on your hands. What am I even supposed to do with my days now? I'm so bored, but at least I can do something about it now. Even though I'd rather do something about it with you."

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"Hey, Draco—I don't want to pressure you at all, but it's been six months and I can only handle so many plane rides and portkeys before I start to go a bit mad. Can we please talk about this? I'll still give you time, if that's what you need. But just—let's check in again, okay? I still—my feelings haven't changed."

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"Hey, Draco—I really hope you were serious last night. Because I'm buying a ticket right now. I'll see you in a week—thank Merlin for packing spells."

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"Hey, Draco—I landed. I'm walking off the plane. I'm in the tunnel thing—the thing you walk through to get on and off, y'know? I'll get a cab and meet you at your flat. I hope the traffic isn't too bad, because I really can't wait to see you and I—oh. Wait, is that—you're here? You're here! You're here at the airport and waving at me. And—and I'm going to hang up now."

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ninebluehearts · 1 year

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What about Joel and reader settling into life in Jackson? Bonus if you add in Joel’s sheep farm dream. -🥰

Aww, omg I love this!! Definitely adding Joel's sheep farm dream-

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You sat in an old wooden rocking chair in front of your living room window, multitasking between knitting hats for the other citizens and watching the neighborhood children play in the snow outside of you and Joel's little one-story home in the commune. Tommy and Maria had gifted it to you not long after your arrival, hoping it would help bring back some form of normality to your lives.

It had only been six weeks since you, Joel, and Ellie returned from Utah without a vaccine, and things were still a bit rocky. Though you didn't want to lie to Ellie about why they "couldn't" make the vaccine, Joel had been able to convince you to go along with his lie at the time.

There was an obvious strain on the relationships between the three of you that stemmed from the guilt you and Joel shared, but also Ellie's disappointment and obliviousness. She needed a reason to be special and you and Joel took that reason away just because you couldn't live with yourselves if you let her die.

But now she has friends, a family, her very own tiny house; hell, it's everything she's ever wanted. And that's what made things easy enough for you to live with. At least she's happy; for the most part.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the loud clomp, clomp, clomp, of Joel's snow boots thundering throughout the small one-story home Tommy and Maria had gifted the two of you. He had been out all morning and afternoon scanning the surrounding area of the commune for infected with Tommy and a couple of other guys.

"How did it go?" You asked as you started packing up your knitting supplies, your back aching from behind hunched over for the past few hours.

"Fine. Scanned every inch of them woods and found nothin' but snow and leaves." Joel replied, hanging up his coat and taking off his boots before making his way over to your chair, gently resting his forearm on the corner of the head piece. "What've you been busying yourself with today?"

"Hats." You stood up from your chair, stretching your arms above your head as muffled popping sounds emitted from your back. You sighed with relief, the dull ache that had slowly gotten worse as you worked finally started to subside. "By the way, have you seen Ellie today? I haven't seen her since dinner yesterday." You picked up your box of supplies with a huff, walking across the room to set it on the dining room table.

"No, but I'm going over there tonight to help her practice some more. I'm sure she wouldn't mind you taggin' along." Joel walked over to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as his chin rested on your shoulder. "She's gettin' real good. Don't tell her I said that though."

You both let out a chuckle at that, your head resting against his. "Secret's safe with me." You mumbled before pressing a kiss to his cheek, your hand cradling the other against your palm. "I have a surprise for you."

"Oh yeah?" Joel began to gently kiss your neck, his hands slowly moving down to hold your hips.

"I've been talking to Tommy. He's talking about expanding the town; making more room for the gardens and such.

"Mhm.." Joel was only half listening, beginning to gently bite at your neck.

You let out a soft gasp, trying to focus on what you were saying. "He also said they found some sheep in a field nearby." You forced yourself to pull away from his embrace, turning to look him in the eyes. "He said he was looking for someone to look after them.."

Joel thought for a moment, his eyes lighting up once he figured out what you were hinting at. "Really? Why didn't he say anything before?"

"Because we were talking about it, and I said you had always wanted to have your very own sheep farm, so he asked me to ask you about it." You wrapped your arms around his neck, a huge smile on both of your lips. "So, what do you think?"

"I think you're the greatest woman I've ever met." Joel pressed his lips against yours, surging with excitement. "Damnit, I'm so in love with you, darlin'."

You giggled at how excited he was- how happy he is. "I love you too, baby."

Joel suddenly picked you up. "I think I need to show you just how thankful I am."

You kissed his cheek, leaning your forehead against his. "I think you do too."

Joel hurried towards the bedroom, both of you giggling like children on the way. Even though it was the end of the world, somehow you and Joel found a way to make things work like you always did.

#joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel's sheep farm #joel the last of us #hbo the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #thanks for the ask!!#💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙thoughts

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hinamie · 13 days

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some notes/hcs from th jjk band!au ! read at your leisure i have written a novel 🫠

tl;dr guitarist brothers suku/ita bassist megu drummer nobara band name BL4CK FL4SH

i imagine them slightly aged up in this au, i'm thinking yuuji n them are around 17 and sukuna is 2 years older ( i would make the age gap wider to account for canon but i feel like any older and sukuna wouldn't be caught dead playing in his little brother's band)

it /is/ technically yuuji's band, he /was/ the one who started it even though sukuna would argue that he's the one funding the whole thing and nobara would argue that she's the one organizing and promoting every one of their gigs and megumi would argue that he constantly loses sleep writing mixing and producing their songs,, they all love yuuji tho so they go along and let him put his name on it

don't think too hard about how sukuna, 19, makes enough to fund a band . wholesome legal stuff, promise

yuuji's current guitar is a hand me down from sukuna after he had saved up enough to splurge on the double necked monstrosity he has currently. because they were strapped for cash growing up, for years yuuji played on a beginner kid's size electric guitar that sukuna (serial music snob) couldn't stand the sound of and may or may not have violently smashed before tsundere-ly shoving his old guitar into yuuji's hands.

that being the case, sukuna thinks what yuuji has done to his old guitar is atrocious bc he's the type to take /meticulous/ care of his instruments. we're talking regular tune ups, wax, mods, the works. man carries spare strings and a microfibre cloth on him at all times just in case and Will Not let yuuji near his gear because yuuji is a hurricane of a boy and has dropped and broken his equipment more times than any of them care to count . they do however make a game out of placing bets as to what he'll knock over during practice

yuuji usually does lead vocals because his energy is quite frankly contagious and he's a natural at working a crowd . Sukuna sings backup vocal but there are a handful of songs where they switch and he sings lead and those songs are . hm . a very different vibe ! and some of their most successful releases much to his brother's chagrin

megumi had always noticed and admired sukuna's voice and thought it would be a waste not to give him a lead vocal part so he was originally the one to offer to collaborate with sukuna to write a few songs more tailored to his style ,, yuuji felt a bit snuffed but couldn't deny that megumi had a point so he agreed to take a back seat

once sukuna had gotten a taste for the spotlight and saw the stream count on the songs he led he and yuuji started bickering a lot more over who gets to take over lead vocals. they've tried duets before and it's simply out of the question so instead they fight over megumi to get him to write for one of them. it still usually ends up being yuuji which irks sukuna but he's placated by how explosive the reaction is when he /does/ get a song to himself

megumi can also sing !!! he's really good !!!!except he's shy and stubborn and won't do it in front of others. he once drunkenly admitted that he has a secret folder on his laptop full of audio files of himself singing unreleased songs and they (mostly nobara) haven't let him forget it and pester him relentlessly to let them listen. he will not because his songs are emo and sappy and pining and definitely not about yuuji

this is MY brainrot so this au is not immune to pining megumi x oblivious yuuji. one time yuuji kept inviting a girl he liked to their rehearsals and megumi's mood would get so sour that most days they had to call practice early and the ensuing show was one of their worst performances ever because their practices had been so unproductive. nobara is 95% sure she knows what was up but in the interest of keeping megumi in the band she kept her mouth shut ((she did admonish yuuji afterwards that no more outside spectators were allowed at practice no matter how hot he thinks they are))

in the days leading up to their first ever show yuuji was an anxious wreck to the point where the rest of them were legitimately concerned for his health but completely at a loss as to what they could do to help. megumi's love language is Not words of affirmation so instead he got yuuji a new set of audio cables accompanied by a note that read "good luck -M" to help ease his nerves. yuuji keeps the note taped to his guitar

megumi and nobara can both play piano and alternate covering the keyboard parts if a song requires it. (((megumi is a lot better at it which annoys nobara but she attributes the skill difference to his "freakishly long fingers and perfect pitch, which is basically cheating anyway")))

nobara gives the boys hell for making her play manager most of the time but she honestly thrives when a gig is coming up and she gets to order them around and use sukuna's credit card to book photoshoots and print promotional materials and buy them new outfits to match the concept

everyone but sukuna dreads the aforementioned shopping days. yuuji is a chronic protag who just wants to sing with his friends and megumi thinks coordinated outfits are frivolous and a waste of time . sukuna however /loves/ the visual aspect of performing because he's a dramatic bitch and wants to make sure they leave an impression. he and nobara are a force to be reckoned with and megumi and yuuji fight for their lives when they bust out the eyeliner

gojo is in this au because i guess he has to be smh i am never free -_- he was megumi's old music teacher and he runs the studio they rent out ("friends and family discount for my favourite student! aren't i kind, megumi-chan?") and they're pretty sure he's famous overseas or a retired star or something because whenever he comes to their shows there's a flood of paparazzi and tabloids that he miraculously manages to avoid??? they have no idea how he does it but they're happy to leech off the publicity

#jjk band!au #i have more don't tempt me take this away from me #hina.txt

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