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mncxbe · 2 months

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First time meeting your parents₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂, 𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂, 𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: some quick headcanons of what I think the bsd men would do when they meet your parents for the first time. it got a bit silly but I tried to keep it as in character as possible. enjoy♡

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𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

he postpones meeting your parents for a looong time because he's scared they won't like him, but he eventually caves in. he knows he can't avoid the visit forever

he prefers meeting them at their place over dinner or brunch, in a more homey atmosphere

if he's anxious (trust me, he is) Dazai doesn't show it. he has no trouble charming your parents with his usual gentlemanly behaviour and jokes, although he has to physically refrain himself from making any comments and jokes about double suicide

Dazai only has good things to say about you so that helps make a good first impression. + he's such a sweet talker

"Dear Y/N is such a wonderful woman. It's clear that you raised her well– no, really, I'm serious. She's the most lovely person I've ever met"

he's quite evasive when it comes to discussing his job and past. he brushes off all questions by saying that his work at the Agency is top secret and his childhood was a✨️dark time✨️ that he doesn't want to talk about

but besides that all convos go super well. Dazai's a very smart person and he just knows how to talk to people

overall he makes a good first impression, but your parents are a bit weary of him since he's so secretive

-1 point cuz he starts lightly squeezing your thighs and touching you under the table just to see you squirm (this man is shameless)

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂

takes your parents to the fanciest restaurant in the city– his treat of course, around half a year after the two of you start dating

he does show he's a bit nervous but it's super cute

Chuuya, just like Dazai, is willing to talk about anything except his occupation and childhood. he may twist some stories from his past and make it sound like he had a normal family growing up but he feels bad about it after

he keeps getting phone calls from his colleagues so he constantly gets up and leaves the table, which spoils the mood a bit but it's nothing major

Chuuya is the definition of a gentleman so your parents love him. he also doesn't refrain from telling them how amazing you are and how happy you make him

after hearing so much about your relationship your parents naturally want to know if you're going to take things a step further and oh he's so flustered

"Well um... we haven't thought that far yet but maybe in the future if things go well... yes I'd be happy to make her my fiancé"

if your parents do give him the blessing in advance his heart melts. and it's so obvious how grateful he is

at the end of the night he drives your parents home. yes, he rents a fancy car just for that purpose– and thanks them for agreeing to meet him

i feel like Chuuya would be very moved by the whole interaction. it's only been the first time meeting your parents and they already welcomed him in your family. he never had that growing up, didn't have the luxury of sitting around a table with his parents and just chatting and eating dinner like that and it truly makes him soft. he wants it again

he can barely sleep that night– just lays awake in bed and watches you sleep, thinking of how lucky he is to have you. he realizes that maybe your parents are right, maybe he should propose to you. after all, he does love you oh so dearly and knows that you're the only one for him

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂

protect this man at all costs he's so anxious when he meets your family for the first time

right off the bat he doesn't make the best first impression– he's too tense and lowkey a bit mean. he's in foreign territory and he gets defensive

considering that he's been on TV before your parents know that he's part of the Port Mafia so they're also a bit awkward

neither of you know what to say or talk about at the beginning so Akutagawa excuses himself to make a phone call just to gather his thoughts. naturally, you go after him to reassure him that everything is fine but it doesn't really help

"I can't just relax, Y/N. They hate me, literally hate me. This was such a bad idea we shouldn't have done this."

"No, no Ryuu it's alright. They don't hate you they're just... weary of you. You knew it'd be like that but you just have to show them who you truly are" you encourage him, giving his hand a light squeeze "I know you can do this."

once you return to the table he composes himself and actually tries to chat with your parents. he's respectuful enough and when your parents warm up to him he fully relaxes

sweet boy rambles on about antiques and mentions Dazai at least once. other than that he doesn't talk much about his private life

overall 7/10 experience. bonus points cuz he helps your mom do the dishes and clean up the table

he needs a few days to process everything. for a while, Akutagawa truly believes that he fucked up the whole meeting and you were going to break up with him. ofc that's not the case but he's still overly anxious

needless to say the next time the four of you hang out he's much more relaxed and plans different conversation topics in advance so he can be prepared for anything

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓

he comes over at your parents' place too. he brings flowers to your mom and some "homemade" cookies (he bought them from a bakery then put them in another box) so you can have a little snack over a cup of tea

he compliments your mom so the first impression is great

"My, my, madam, now I understand how your lovely daughter turned out to be so beautiful. She has your eyes"

man plays mind games with your parents and speaks in riddles so he comes across as a bit of a pompous ass😔 his menacing aura doesn't really help much either but besides that he's super respectful

he really impresses your parents with his knowledge but they still find him a bit shady since he doesn't share anything about his occupation and upbringing

if they really insist with questions Fyodor straight up lies– and it's scary how nonchalant he is about it

after you all drink a cup of tea and eat something he plays cards or chess with your dad so they can have a 'man to man' talk

at the end of the visit your parents like him. Fyodor manages to paint a nice picture for himself and gets their approval– but it's mostly half thruths which naturally upsets you

so once you're back to your place and you confront him he just says it's for the best they don't know the whole truth. ofc that starts a little argument

"Myshka, please understand that I cannot divulge important information about what I do"

"I know and I'm not asking you to. I just don't want you to lie to my parents. You put me in a very uncomfortable position and now I have to keep lying from now on. It's not fair."

"That may be the case... but don't worry your pretty head over it. I'll take care of everything."

"Okay but then how do I know you haven't been lying to me too?"

"No, no, my dear. I would never lie to you"

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meownotgood · 2 years

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married life / hayakawa aki

married life with house-husband aki.

pairing: hayakawa aki x gn!reader

genre: headcanons / fluff, just lots of domestic sweetness

note: this post is sfw, but this account contains nsfw content. please do not follow if you are a minor.

❥ You were the one who proposed first. It started as an off-handed remark: Hey, Aki, have you ever considered getting married? Without fully understanding what you were implying, he replies, I'm not sure, but I wouldn't mind being married to you. Needless to say, you popped the question not long after.

❥ You'll never forget the look on Aki's face when you asked him to marry you: his eyes were wide, and his face was flushed all the way to the tips of his ears. When he tried to speak, all that came out were incoherent stutters, but as he knelt down and hugged you, you heard him whisper, Yes. I'd love to.

❥ You consider yourself fortunate that your job has always allowed you to live comfortably, your salary easily enough for two people to live off of. For the first time in, well, ever, Aki doesn't have to be working himself to the bone all the time. He isn't used to this, and it took some adjusting to, but once he settled in his new peaceful lifestyle, he grew to really take a liking to it.

❥ Aki enjoys dwelling in something simpler, in a quiet sense of home. He finds comfort in the little things, in taking care of day-to-day tasks and the household chores. When you come home, a smile on your face once you see what he made for dinner, the stress leaving your shoulders when he tells you how he took care of everything — Don't worry about anything at all, you can relax now. When he's able to help you, to let his beloved feel at ease, it makes it all worth it.

❥ He's always been a chef at heart, so Aki enjoys making you dinner every single night. He asks you what you'd like to eat tonight before you leave for work, and he gives you a few suggestions if you aren't sure. He makes a mental note of all the ingredients he needs to pick up from the store. Then, he prepares dinner in earnest, expertly chopping vegetables, adding spices and having a taste to make sure it's perfect. He always plans it perfectly so that as soon as you come home, you'll have a delicious hot meal ready for you.

❥ Over the months and years you've spent together, Aki has memorized all of your preferences. He knows what flavors you like, and he remembers what you don't like; he always excludes those things from the recipe.

❥ You're no stranger to breakfast in bed, either; Aki will crawl out of bed as softly as possible, cooking quietly in the kitchen, careful to avoid stepping on the floorboards that creak. He'll brew some hot coffee, waking you up with a kiss to the forehead, a steaming mug and a plate of pancakes in his hands. Good morning. Did you have sweet dreams?

❥ When you arrive home from a long day of work, Aki takes your coat off your shoulders at the door, hanging it on the coat rack. He unites your shoes for you, then wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace, his hand tenderly holding the back of your head. The very first thing he says to you each and every time is, Welcome home, I missed you so much. How was work?

❥ And when he can tell that you've come home stressed and upset, he wastes no time, pulling you into a tight hug the second you've walked in the door. Bad day, huh? C'mere. Let me hold you.

❥ Aki makes you boxed lunches in the morning for you to take to eat at work. He makes sure each one is a balanced meal, with enough nutrients to get you through the day. There's always a hand-written note tucked inside, wishing you a good day at work, and reminding you of how much he loves you. Have a good day today. Hey, there's a festival going on downtown tonight, would you like to go? Let me know later. I love you. :)

❥ If you happen to forget your lunch on the counter, Aki will drive all the way to your work just to hand it to you. He pretends not to overhear when you start bragging to your co-workers about how much of an amazing husband he is, but he's smiling to himself on the entire drive home.

❥ Honestly, he'll never get used to you calling him your husband. It always makes his heart flutter and warmth rise to his cheeks. He still can't believe this is real, that he is married to the love of his life, and gets to spend the rest of his days peacefully beside them. After everything he's been through, he thinks he deserves it.

❥ He frequently admires his wedding ring, turning it over and rubbing his thumb along the smooth surface when he's reminded that it's still attached to his finger. Real, tangible proof of your marriage, proof that you belong to each other. Aki's heart skips a beat just looking at it. Sometimes, whilst you sleep, he'll grasp your hand and admire your own ring, too.

❥ You don't think you've done your own laundry since Aki moved in — He's always done it for you. He quickly learned what goes in all of your drawers, and how you like to organize your closet. When he washes your clothes, he seperates the whites from the darks, and he uses a special fabric softener that leaves them smelling divine. He folds all of your clothes neatly, and if you wish, he'll even pick out outfits for you, arranging everything so that you never have to worry about what you're going to wear in the morning.

❥ Aki makes sure every single chore is handled before you even come home. Dishes? Yep, he's already washed them, dried them, and put them away. Trash? He took it out ages ago. You don't have to stress about any of it.

❥ As he cleans the house, dusting every surface, he admires all of your knick-knacks, all of your belongings that have blended with his since you've moved in. He's extremely careful with your things, setting them back exactly where they were. A soft smile settles on his face when he gazes at the photo frames of you and him, and all of the pictures you've taken together.

❥ There's photos from your honeymoon (his arm is around you, you're kissing his cheek), and your wedding (he's crying like a baby at the altar, his hands clasped in yours). When you took visits to both his hometown and your own, you look lots of pictures of the scenery. And there's even shots from your various vacations, including his favorite picture of you that he's ever taken — You're at the beach, the waves washing over your toes, the sunset illuminating you perfectly. You look amazing, but honestly, Aki thinks you're stunning in every single one. He feels delighted to be reminded of those memories.

❥ Aki's favorite part of housework is tending to the garden. He waters the flower beds with a watering can, and then carefully tends to the soil of the plants. The best part is harvesting everything he's grown — tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, strawberries — and letting you have a taste. He'll chop up the cucumbers into slices for you, he'll make a cake out of the strawberries and feed you a slice. Is it good? Tell me what you want me to grow next year. I was thinking lettuce would be nice, I can make us some salads.

❥ He still has much to learn, but Aki managed to pick up sewing in the time while you're away at work; if you ever rip your clothing, or if the washing machine ever snags a button, he'll sew it back up for you, just the way it was.

❥ Although you tend to be busy, you and Aki have a designated date night where you always spend time with each other. Sometimes you go out to a fancy restaurant. Aki helps you pick out a glamorous outfit, does your hair for you, and stands behind you, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head as he clasps your necklace. Oh, you look so perfect, sweetheart. I can't believe I get to call you mine.

❥ He opens the car door for you when you arrive, and he allows you to hold his arm as you step out. When you sit down, he pushes in your seat for you. And of course, he orders for you, too. If there's something on the menu you said you might want to try but weren't sure if you'd like it, that's what he orders, and he's sure to give you a bite. If you enjoy it more than what you ordered, he'll swap your plates. And if you choose to order something out of your comfort zone, he orders your favorite, so that if you dislike your meal, he can just give you his. Aki spends more time helplessly staring at you than he does eating, anyways.

❥ But, if you're not feeling up to anything crazy, Aki is perfectly fine spending date night staying in. You'll cozy up on the couch, a blanket over your bodies as you watch whatever movie you've been dying to see. Aki pops homemade popcorn for the two of you. When you fall asleep on his shoulder, he turns off the television and carries you to bed in his arms.

❥ Aki wouldn't force you to, but if you wanted to take his last name, he'd be absolutely overjoyed. He would be honored to give you such an important part of himself. A smile tugs at the corners of his cheeks whenever he watches you sign paperwork with Hayakawa, and tears well in his eyes when the two of you visit the graves of his family, reminders that he isn't alone anymore, that you're his family now.

❥ Each night, you have a routine of telling Aki how your day went. Aki recounts everything he managed to get done today, and you tell him about anything exciting that happened, or rant to him about all of your stresses. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat, and Aki rubs slow, soothing circles on your back.

❥ He listens intently to every detail, praising you for your accomplishments: You finished that big project you were telling me about last week, didn't you? You've been working so hard love, why don't we do something special tomorrow to celebrate? Or, comforting you when you've had a shitty day: I'm sorry, baby. I don't understand why your boss has to be such an ass sometimes. If there's anything I can do to help you out tomorrow, just tell me.

❥ And yes, Aki knows that you really need your sleep for the busy day ahead, but sometimes, he just can't help but keep you up. It's not his fault you're so perfect he can't stop staring. You certainly can't blame him for wanting to kiss every inch of your sleepy face over and over again, until there isn't a single place his lips haven't pressed to.

❥ If you can't fall asleep, Aki holds you close and hums you a lullaby. It's some dumb love song he heard on the radio that reminded him if you. He can't remember the lyrics, but he still remembers the melody.

❥ You quickly discovered that when he gets really comfy, drifting into a deep sleep, cuddled up beside you, Aki snores a little. Not very loudly, just a quiet, low hum each time he breathes. You're sure he doesn't know, and you'll never tell him. You find it absolutely adorable, and his gentle snores always help to lull you right to sleep.

❥ Before he met you, Aki would have terrible nightmares every time he slept. It was unavoidable — Nightmares about his family, about devils, reenactments of every memory he's ever tried to forget. But now, as he drifts off in your arms, he has nothing but good, pleasant dreams.

❥ Aki will try his best to make sure you are never late for work, offering his assistance in the morning in any way he can, but if you ever are late, it was probably because he didn't want to let you go. He grumbles in your ear when your alarm goes off, his arms around you pulling you closer to his warm body. You say something about needing to get ready, but he just holds you tighter, sleepily mumbling, Just five more minutes.

❥ Your morning routine has been carefully woven into his. Aki brushes his teeth beside you, so close his shoulder is nearly touching yours. As you brush your hair, he ties up his, and once he's done, he's wrapping his arms around your waist and peppering your shoulder with gentle kisses. When you're showering, he writes cute love messages on the fogged up mirror for you to see when you get out. He never forgets to give you a goodbye kiss before you leave for work.

❥ Aki is always paying careful attention to your health and his own, so it isn't often that either of you fall ill. He always reminds you to take your vitamins in the morning, and he makes sure the meals he prepares are as balanced as possible. But, in the unlikely case that you happen to get sick, Aki takes the best care of you.

❥ He can tell you're not feeling well when you wake up stuffy and exhausted. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead, and when he feels the heat radiating from your skin, he shuffles out of bed to grab the thermometer. You have a terrible fever. Stay home today, sweetheart. I'll call your boss for you.

❥ He makes you easy to digest meals, he brings a wet washcloth and lays it over your forehead. Don't even think about getting out of bed, because Aki will make certain you're getting plenty of rest. If you're bored, he has no problem sitting next to you and reading you a book until you fall into a peaceful slumber. He doesn't care if it's gross, you can sniffle and wipe your nose all over his t-shirt and he won't mind. He'll hold your hair for you and softly stroke your back if you have to throw up, and he'll toss your pile of used tissues while asking you if you need some more.

❥ You tell him to sleep on the couch that night so he won't catch your sickness, but he never listens; he sleeps with his arms around you without fail. You'll be alright, just rest up. I'm here if you need anything.

❥ If you come home from a particularly bad day, Aki will immediately run a warm bubble bath for you. I'll have the bath ready for you soon, darling. Do you need anything else? He lights some nice smelling incense and candles. Then, he helps you strip down and slip into the relaxing hot water. Before he leaves to toss your clothes in the washer, he asks if you want him to bring you anything to drink, or if you'd like a shoulder massage.

❥ It wouldn't be hard to convince him to come in the bath with you. He'll let you lean on his chest while he washes your hair, his fingers gently scrubbing your scalp until you feel like you could fall asleep right then and there. And of course, he dries you off afterwards, wrapping your body up in a warm towel he took straight out of the dryer.

❥ Even if it makes it more difficult, he always keeps an arm linked with yours while he does the dishes, or a hand intertwined with your own when he's preparing dinner. If he absolutely can't, he takes regular breaks just to pepper your face with kisses.

❥ Aki also takes breaks from cooking dinner just to slow dance with you in the kitchen when your favorite song comes on the radio. He doesn't have the best rhythm, and he's still trying to get the hang of it — He apologizes for stepping on your toes, you simply laugh and kiss his lips.

❥ When the weekend comes, you and Aki like to spend the night drinking at home, sitting on the balcony and watching the twinkling stars. Aki always seems to end up getting just a little too drunk, his face flushed out, his words slurred when he babbles every little thing that comes into his mind. You're so perfect, you know that? C'mere, I wanna kiss you.

❥ If you go out to drink instead, Aki is always the designated driver. He watches you carefully, making sure you don't drink too much, keeping his arm around you when the bar starts to get busy. He never has a lot to drink himself so that he can drive the both of you home safely.

❥ Aki has no problem driving you anywhere, really. He's probably the best driver you know, and he always asks you if your seatbelt is on before he even shifts the car out of park.

❥ If you ever bring up the idea of starting a family together, Aki immediately turns into a blushing mess. He isn't opposed, not at all, in fact. The idea makes him feel warm inside — Settling down with you, raising a family of his own, growing old together with the one he loves. He'd be there by your side for the whole thing, helping you paint the walls of your spare bedroom, or taking care of the kids while you're away at work. He'll finally quit smoking for good, like he's been meaning to do for a long while. You're both still a little too young to think about it now, he figures, but sometime in the future, he'd love to have that kind of life with you.

❥ Your parents love Aki, that's just a given. He's so polite, kind and sweet, and so willing to help at every turn. He feels truly elated whenever he gets the chance to impress them with his cooking. He'll always participate in your family traditions, no matter how odd or unfamiliar. Honestly, your parents are happy for you, and it makes his heart feel full to know they're glad to call him their son-in-law.

❥ Aki will kill all the bugs in the house if you're too scared of them. You don't have to fear spiders ever again when he's around, just call for him to come take care of it and he'll come running with the bug swatter.

❥ He never, ever forgets an important date. Aki already has the most lovely day planned out for the two of you on your anniversary months in advance, and he's up until 12 in the morning baking you a delicious cake the day before your birthday.

❥ If you prefer, Aki will be the one to schedule all of your doctor's appointments for you, and he has no problem always being the one to call if you're ordering take-out.

❥ He tries his hardest to understand all of your interests, and he diligently remembers even the smallest of details about yourself. Oh, when you were in grade school, you went on a trip to the aquarium that you never forgot? Aki takes you there on your days off, and he always recalls which exhibits are your absolute favorite. He asks you questions about your hobbies, and enjoys watching you partake in them. He'll even try to learn them if he can, so he can enjoy the things you love together alongside you.

❥ Aki tells you he loves you at every opportunity. I love you is the first thing you hear when you wake, and the last thing you hear before you fall asleep. At the altar, he said it as a promise, a declaration to be in love with you for the rest of his life. And he says it now, breathlessly, in between every kiss he places on your lips. I love you, more than anything. You're the one I want to be with for the rest of my life, I'm sure of it. I couldn't imagine living without you, my angel.

❥ Aki is forever grateful to wake up every morning by your side, your face being the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes. In many ways, he doesn't understand how he got so lucky, fortunate enough to live such a perfect life. If anything, he promises to never take it for granted, to love you and care for you until it's all over. You changed his life, and he wants to make sure every single day, you know you mean more to him than all of the stars in the glittering night sky. He's glad to call himself your husband, and he's even happier to be able to call you his.

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader #aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa fluff #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader

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wriothesleybear · 8 months

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Some more headcanons about Wrio:

● He's a hopeless romantic. He wants it all: wife, kids, house, but because of his job he doesn't believe he will have them which leads to believe that he is doomed in that department.

● He's not picky about who he's dating/ what you look like but if you're good w kids, he considers this a plus.

● He 100% believes everyone is scared of him which leads him to be somewhat reluctant to go talk to you but he will muster the courage to nevertheless. Expect him to stutter a bit (and he will be blushing A LOT).

● During the courting period, he will go ALL the way. He wants to impress you but he doesn't know what you like and dislike so expect extravagant dates. He's a Duke after all.

● If you tell him you don't like all the expensive stuff, expect more lowkey dates from now on.

● When he realized he's actually in love in you...oh boy. He's a complete mess. He doesn't know how to act anymore. Will fall in 💞 with you so hard that it feels like a tsunami just randomly crashed into him. NO, it feels like Cupid just dropped an atomic bomb on him instead of firing an arrow. He never felt like this before. Seeing how weird their boss is acting, his boys will ask him if he's okay XD.

● When he finally says the three magic words, his face will be a complete red tomato.

Some NSFW hcs 🤭:

○ He usually gets very horny at night.

○ His mind is sooo filled with you. It's driving him insane. Will masturbate while imagining you sitting on his desk naked with your legs open.

○ His "ice cream" is very long and thick with a beautiful rosy tip and veins all over. He's proud of it.

○ He has two mode in bed: one where he acts as your gentle lover and the other one where he acts like the most vile horny person you've ever met...as if a wild wolf possesses him. He becomes a horny whore with his tongue leaking 😏.

○ He plays it safe. He wears a condom but if you tell him to ditch it, he'll do it in a heartbeat.

○ LOVES raw sex but he loves anal sex more.

○ Has a lot of fetishes.

○ He DEFINITELY has a pregnancy kink. He wants to stuff your pretty pussy like a stuffy bunny.

○ He can go multiple rounds. That man has the stamina of a beast.

○ Will f*ck you anywhere and everywhere: in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in a public bathroom, at a restaurant, in a closet, on his desk, in the bushes, at your parent's house...you name it.

○ At the end of your sessions, he always gives you a tender kiss on the lips.

-girlie anon

AHHHHH GIRLIE ANON YOU'RE SPOILING US !!🥹🥰❤️i love these ! they're so cute and wholesome but also spicy and hot 🔥😉😈

i'd let him raw dog it every night. i'm also not much for having kids but for wolf daddy, i don't mind👀 i am yours wrio my love🥺

i completely agree with the idea that he can get embarrassed and blushy. ugh i love me some 'big, scary looking but is actually really sweet and kind' characters.

i feel so fed. thank you girlie anon! ily and i hope you have a wonderful day/night🥹🥰❤️

#wriothesley #wriothesley headcanons #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley smut #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut

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archie-sunshine · 3 months

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Mb if youve already answered this before, but what are your thoughts on Ratchma? (Not just the sexy bits but also just the. Mess that is their relationship lol)

ooohhh girl....

Ok so this sat in my askbox for a bit, not because I don't have ideas, but because I have... far too many. I FINALLY got my shit together though. Ok first of all I'd like to say this post is a little bit pharma heavy, i feel like I would write my ratchet prettyyyyy close to canon?? I think i take a few big steps away from canonicity with my pharma

SECOND. here's what I think ratchma's vibe was as simply as possible

I think it began pretty normal all things considered!! I think he was a little bit clingy, a bit possessive, but like... it becomes odd when he's feeling like this about someone he's not even dating.

This SHOULD have been mitigated when they started dating. it was not. because Pharma is decent at hiding his weird side, and Ratchet was too busy to notice really, because he had a job and he cared a lot about it.

TW: UNDER THE CUT CONTAINS MENTIONS OF PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE, CODEPENDENCY, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS, INSANITY/MENTAL BREAKS, BAD MENTAL HEALTH, AND TRAUMA THOUGH THESE DESCRIPTIONS ARE NOT INCREDIBLY IN DEPTH PLEASE BE SAFE!

During this time I do think pharma's BIG issue was that heeeee can imagine his way through anything. I think he was more in love with the idea of ratchet than he was with how ratchet actually was. I feel like pharma based a lot of his desire for ratchet less on him as a person, and more on his skill as a medic, and the rank he perceived him to have. It wasn't really out of manipulation or power grabbing so much as it was like... an obsession with an idealized version of Ratchet that doesn't really exist.

I feel like obviously that would kind of lead to some mild gaslighting on pharma's part. where if ratchet did something that didn't fit with his worldview, he would act like it didn't happen, talk about it like ratchet did what he wanted. Again, I think he got away with this because Ratchet was genuinely just too fucking busy to deal with it.

I think as well, his downfall was also his possessiveness, I don't think it's too much of a leap to say pharma would have been at best cold to those he saw as a threat to their relationship, and at worst, outwardly combative. I think he'd take a swing either socially or figuratively at whoever was 'in his way' if he thought he could get away with it though.

I think on ratchet's part, it's really difficult to be in a relationship with someone who puts you on a pedestal like that. To know everything you say has a 50/50 chance of going in one ear and out the other if they don't think it 'makes sense' for you to think that

Again, I don't think ratchet was really helpless, but judging by the way he ended his relationship with pharma by canonically GHOSTING HIM, I like making sense of that for ratchet by saying I think he had a few pretty good reasons not to end things properly, namely that pharma probably wouldn't believe him.

SIDE NOTE- PHARMA'S SANITY

Okay so I've seen some discourse about people who think pharma was always totally crazy, so i'd like to start by saying I don't think pharma was as cutthroat and murderous as he was at the end of the delphi arc, I think he's always been a liiiiittle bit off. I think pharma is a tragic character doomed by the narrative, I do think he had a hand in that narrative.

I've put together a helpful little chart here to illustrate!!

I fully believe that pharma was pushed to the brink by the situation with the djd, I think he would never be the person he is now without that situation. I feel like it's kind of stupid and naive to say that pharma was always gonna end up like that bc he was a little toxic and weird and bad for ratchet, I think having to betray your oath and butcher your patients for an insane t-cog addict is enough to really drive someone insane.

I feel like pharma dives off the deep end with wild abandon when he realizes Ratchet has met him again at his absolute worst, bringing around someone he seems to really adore(drift), now knowing that ratchet will never trust him again and that he sees him as a murderer and monster and there's know way he can delude himself out of that. I think he sort of goes 'MAY AS WELL!!! NOTHING MATTERS!! AHAHAHA'

NOW AS FOR. *AHEM* EVERYTHING ELSE.

I think pharma brings all of that possessiveness and insanity directly to bed with him. I think he would do anything for ratchet, i think he wants him so bad it makes him think terrible thoughts. I think he'd dissect that man if he got the chance, I think he's the type of guy to be like 'i gotta crawl into his ribcage or I'm not close enough to him' you know??

basically I think pharma is a simp and wants to rip Ratchet apart with his teeth. I think he would say 'oh yeah ratchet whatever you want to do is fine!' and he would mean 'i would do anything to feel your warmth against me for even one fucking second, youre mine, you are mine forever i will die without you'

on a more lighthearted note, Pharma is the type of guy to be like 'PAH! I WOULD NEVER STOOP SO LOW AS TO HAVE A MEDICAL KINK!!' while having the worlds most massive medical kink. I think if he got to do Ratchet's physical he would cum so hard he died. I think pharma has a thing for control, but he can spin literally any situation in his head so that he's in control, and so no matter what position he's in with Ratchet, he's pretty happy.

With anyone else though, he tops or power bottoms, no question, no room for switching.

OUGHHH GOD THIS WAS WAY WAY LONGER THAN I EXPECTED IT TO BE!!!!! AND GOT SO FUCKIN HEAVY I GUESS!! ANYWAYS!! THANKS FOR TUNING IN!!

#long post #my art #archie answers #transformers #my requests #mtmte #valveplug #/nsfw #but only a little #pharma #ratchet #tw: abuse #tw: trauma #tw: psychological abuse #tw: abusive relationship #ratchma

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factual-fantasy · 1 month

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22 ASKS!! :DD THANK YOU!! :} 🎉🎂🎉

GASPPP!! :DDD I'D LOVE TO!! :}} 💖💖

I've actually been thinking a lot about Louis and his story lately! Though, since drawing is rather taxing on me atm I haven't gotten around to making him a character study post.. Like I did for Cuttlefish.. BUT!! I have still made some story bits for him anyways! :DD 👇👇

I had this idea that he used to be an ordinary flavored cookie of some kind. And he used to live on land as this washed up fisherman that was really down on his luck.. he had lost his job, his home, his arm.. he had no friends.. no family.. nothing. He was really lost and alone..

Its around that time he was somehow welcomed aboard Seafoam's ship. It was just Seafoam, Octo and Ellie at the time. Louis found great comfort and security with this crew. He had never felt more welcome and wanted in his life.. This environment started to break down Louis' anxieties and depression overtime. Slowly turning him into the more jolly and boisterous Louis the crew knows him as today.

But things would take a seemingly bad turn when a curse befell Louis. Turning him into this half cookie, half crab beast. Louis' body had changed significantly, the biggest change being his huge crab arm. Now, most cookies would consider this ghastly new form to be what its intended to be. A curse.. But Louis.. actually didn't mind the changes. In fact, he liked his new body. Quite a lot! And though his new crab arm did cause him quite a bit of aches and pains.. and also took away his ability to swim.. he honestly considered it an upgrade!

Where before he had a missing arm and was completely useless in combat.. now he had this huge intimidating claw in its place! With his new found strength and power, he was a force to be reckoned with! Not only that, but he didn't see his new body as ugly, he thought he looked AWESOME! So he also got a major confidence boost too!

In present day, Louis is a confident, sociable, and all around happy person. And he gives all the credit to Seafoam and his crew for his new found zest for life! :}} ✨🦀💖✨

Anyways-- thank you for taking interest in Louis! :DD rn drawing is rather challenging for me, but I hope to draw him again someday soon! Maybe I can go back and make him his own character study post like I wanted to! 👀👀

I KNOWWW WAAAAAAA 😭😭😭💖💖💖💔💔💖

@pink088

XD Bibi would probably use it to make a cold glass or water for me🥺💖

And hey, thanks for the cake! :DD No doubt Cici will devour it XDD (Bibi allows it)

I suppose if I really wanted to I could learn how. But I don't want to turn my hobby into a job..

I made my first post on December 19th, 2018!! :00 That's roughly 4-5 years or so!

I use FireAlpaca! And I use a xp-pen 13.3 pro tablet ✨✨

As for that Undyne and Papyrus post.. The story behind it is, that Papyrus is from a different timeline. And in his original timeline.. Undyne is dead.. Now, this other Undyne knows that her Papyrus, the "real" Papyrus, is somewhere else in the underground. So this Papyrus is an imposter. She questions this imposter. "Who are you, and why do you look like Papyrus?" She waits for this imposter to answer.. But Papyrus has no words.. since his Undyne died, he hasn't heard her voice in a very long time... he's too shocked to speak..

I DO have a YouTube channel, and I was intending to make animations for it... but I lost my drive. Animations get stolen A LOT. And Animations take a ton of time to make. I was discouraged.. why would I spend so much time on something, if its more likely to be stolen?

Though I have been thinking about making sketch animatic memes... maybe once my health improves I could try to make one-

And hey! Don't worry about my arms, I can make several whether I'm feeling good or bad! :D

AND AAA THANK YOU!! :DD I'm glad you like him and noticed his eye details!! :}}}

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XDD Jangles is chaotic enough to sleep hanging upside down tho lets be real-

@yourstrulylightstar283 (In response to this post)

:DD Bibi gives his thanks!

@cudlycorncornsworthcoberson (In response to this post)

XDD I know right?? Another year has already come and gone, its crazy to think about! :00

And don't worry, I've been focusing all my energy on taking care of myself and drinking lots of water! 👍👍

Awe! Thank you so much!! :DD Right now the main thing I'm battling is my poor mental and physical health.. but I have high hopes that things will improve soon! :)))

@the-woomyverse (Post in question)

:DD Thank you! I'm glad you liked them!! :}}

As for Ludwig and Morton, unfortunately they don't have a lot of story built yet.. but I'm working on it! <:D

Ludwig is intended to be the eldest sibling, and heir to the throne. He's the "Prince of the Koopas". That post shows Ludwig seeming nervous.. and unsure. I'm experimenting with Ludwig taking his role as heir very seriously.. but its stressful. He feels like he's under a lot of pressure and has a loooot of responsibility to look forward to..

Though I'm kind'a going back on that a bit. The canon Ludwig seems pompous and a bit arrogant. Maybe I should keep some of that but in a positive way? I imagine that Bowser wouldn't force Ludwig to do this if he didn't want to. And I imagine that Kamek would have done very well to prepare Ludwig for his future kingly-hood.

What I mean by this is. I think a more.. confident, and level headed version of Ludwig would be appropriate. Rather than a pompous snob or a nervous wreck. He could be a young prince with a lot of wit and discipline. A price that is bound to make a fine king. 👑

For Morton I'm afraid there's even less story built for him 😭💔💔 Right now the main thing I'm experimenting with is Morton having some form of melanism. (Its a mutation where animals are born with excess pigment in their skin. Making their fur/hair/skin very dark/black when it otherwise would not have been.)

I could experiment with Morton not liking this aspect of himself..? Maybe it makes him feel out of place or insecure..? Though I doubt any of the individuals around him would have judged him or treated him differently at all for it.. even his siblings.

Idk, I just need some more time to think about him I suppose! <XDD Sorry!! 😭😭

Thank you!! :DD

@untitled-7613 (Post in question)

Thank you! :DD I'm glad you like them!! :}}

And Jimmy was a lovely gift, though I didn't create him! The factual fam is mostly intended to be made of characters that I can take credit for-

(Note- Jimmy was a nice gift, but please! I stand by only wanting comments <:} 💖💖)

@tallchest13-blog

Dawww, as far as I'm concerned, you've followed me twice! At least in spirit! XD

@couchwow

Hergn... but that takes efforttt... how about you tell me what you like about it first? :0

@neo-metalscottic

No problem!! :D And I wonder that about K Rool. I didn't actually realize that he would be very similar to Bowser.. hmm. Well, I'm thinking that even if he is close to Bowser in size, Bowser's got him beat by his fire breathing ability XDD And King/Big Koopa's overall could just be a tougher species-

As for the Super Stars, they have about the same status as the 1-Up Mushrooms. They are this extremely rare Power up that seems to only show up when its needed.

I've been experimenting with the toad people worshiping 1-Ups and the Delfino people worshiping Super Stars. These bizarre and wonderous powerups that are strongly tied to the prophecy and what not. They're also related to how Peach and Daisy became royalty..

Its a lot of complicated word spaghetti atm but the point I'm getting at- is that there is definitely more than one! And they are so powerful and so.. seemingly sentient, that they are seen as almost.. like.. these holy beings that bring about future events.

I haven't rambled about all that biz yet becuase I cant find proper words to figure out what I'm even thinking <XD Gonna need some more time on that one!--

And yes yes yes! The Commander is still around, and AWWW!! Is he really?? :DD That's so sweet! Thank you so much!! :}} I haven't thought much about what role he's played in raising the Koopalings, though I really should. While he isn't there to actually help raise them, he's always been around as they've grown up. Whether it be following Kamek around or doing some kind of work around the palace.

When it comes to Bowser returning injured.. I wonder. part of me thinks that he wouldn't return right away, so maybe his injury wasn't seen by the Commander. But the news of his defeat would certainly be bone chilling. Commander would be more tense around the palace. And probably extends his night watches a bit longer in an attempt to better protect the Koopalings..

On the last note, Yes! I do plan to redesign him once again XD or at least update him a little- Though drawing is very challenging for me atm.. so that'll have to wait a while!.. <XDD

@littlelightfish

WAAAA THIS ASK GAVE ME LIFFFEEEE!!😭😭💖💖💖 NO ITS NOT TOO INTENSE THE ONLY THING THAT IS INTENSE IS MY PURE JOY AT READING THIS OVER AND OVER WAAAHG THANK YOU SO MUVHCHH!!!💖💖💖💖😭😭💖💖

As for your questions! <XD --I've been thinking more about Tuna's character over the past few days and this got me thinking even more! :D

I imagined that when Tuna started out he was a real brat. Not super great to be around. He had some bottled up stuff for sure and was real rebellious and resistant to authority figures. Nobody was really willing to deal with his crap and always pushed back, which just made him more bratty.. for a while Seafoam wasn't sure what he was gonna do with this kid..

But then he reached some kind of middle ground with Ellie.

I have several ideas in mind for how this could go.. but I'll ramble about this one first- XDD

Ellie has thick skin and could tolerate the snarky remarks he made. She also didn't push back, even through she very easily could have. She knows that this kid has some serious inner battles and he doesn't need her snapping back at him.

And like some of the things you mentioned, it started out with Tuna just bumming around in the kitchen. Since Ellie could tolerate him she never kicked him out. Making the kitchen kind'a like a space where he could.. "get away" from the rest of the crew, in a sense..

Ellie was the first person to crack that outer shell of his. Providing him a consistent source of comfort, with her food and the quiet kitchen.

After some time the snarky remarks or comments would slow down.. over time he just resorts to standing around and watching her cook. Getting closer and closer.. eventually asking questions. "What are ye makin..?" "..what's that do..?" She would always reply genuinely. And as gently as she could considering her usual monotone voice <XD

Eventually it turns into "..where'd you learn to cook?" "..how long have you known Octo..?" "..do you trust Cuttlefish.?"

She could say kind things about the crew which gets Tuna to lighten up around them. "Octo seems mean but actually he's just blah blah blah..." Next time he interacts with Octo he's less tense. "Seafoam is genuinely as kind as he seems. If ye can trust anyone, its him." He starts listening to Seafoam more..

These interactions would continue to develop more and more. I don't know if he'd ever be able to help her cook anything- considering how strict she is about it <XDD But although I have several more ideas for this, I like this idea of Ellie really softening him up over time..

WAAHDH WALL OF TEXT--- Thank you again so much!!! :DD It makes my heart very happy to hear that you love Tuna and Ellie so much!! 🥰🥰

(Sorry for not being able to transfer your cookie gifs to this post! <:0)

Hmm.. that makes me wonder if the cookie run characters have.. cookies. Like, small cookies that THEY eat.

Something tells me they don't.. Which makes me think that seeing someone eat a normal cookie would still be horrifying! <XDD

@mrslilysnow

Awe! Thank you so much! :DD Such a pleasant and wholesome message to read, truly. :}}

I'm working out my feelings with the fandom.. tbh I think I'm just in a place where my emotions are all outa whack. And I'm just avoiding anything and everything that upsets me. 💔

I'm sure in a few weeks when I get my health back on track I'll feel better about the Octonauts fandom. Perhaps I'll even return with more updated designs! XD

@radicalrainbow

:DDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so glad to hear that!! :}}}

And huh.. its been a while since I've drawn the FNAF string beans hasn't it? Once I can get my health back on track I should draw them again! <XDD

@lampylamperson

Blue!💙💙 :DD Specifically shades similar to what ever this one is XDD 👇👇

:000....... FISH! :DD

@canonickero

SLJFKSJF THAT DISCRIPTION OF THE PIC XDDD JHASKDEJHV

And thank you! This makes me feel a lot better XDD

@beryl-shade

I think the cookie run games have cake/dog things..? I'm assuming the crews pet would be one of those :00

As for the names you've suggested, I love Patty, Pretzel, Muffin and Cornbread XDD such great names! :DD

#my response #factual fam #bibi #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #super mario bros

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Hi Mr Starbuck! Some friends and I are moving in a few months and we're eyeing various places all over the US. Chicago came up as a relatively affordable big city (compared to LA and NYC) and I have to ask the resident Tumblr Chicagoan his opinion. As a resident who lives and works in the windy city, what's your big pros and cons of residing there (especially things you might not encounter as a tourist)? (also, how accurate is your "guide to chicago" still, since its been a few years!)

Well, I definitely have opinions!

The guide to Chicago is no longer accurate -- too many places have closed or moved, and the pandemic altered a lot (for example the Money Museum still exists but I'm not sure if it has regular hours even now). I should do a new one but like, I really don't get out much anymore so I can't talk about restaurants outside of a VERY local area, and I never could talk much about hotels, which just leaves points of interest mostly already covered by Atlas Obscura. :D At this point it'd just be kind of moot, others are doing it better than I am.

Chicago is inexpensive compared to New York or Los Angeles, but like, that's everywhere in America. Chicago is still a quite pricey city to live in, mainly because the taxes are so high -- 10.25% sales tax, for example, and my property taxes are also pretty steep. People joke about Taxachusetts, but I'm pretty sure Chicago at least has it beat (and 2/3 of the state's population lives in Chicago or the outlying suburbs). Housing is not at a premium in the way it is in NY and LA but depending on where you want to live and how far you want to commute it can still be very expensive. My housing was never less than half of my monthly income until I bought this place, and then ONLY because the job I'm in now came with a $10K/yr raise from my last one.

Chicago does have great culture, great museums, great food, and it's a liberal island in a pretty conservative region. It is however quite segregated, so if you are any race other than white, living here can get a little more complicated than I've portrayed it as a white dude. There is significant crime and particularly gun crime, but it's generally confined to specific regions of the city. That said, even if you discount crime, the Chicago PD are corrupt as fuck and uninterested in being helpful, so if you are from a demographic the cops enjoy harassing, it will not be different here.

I do love the city, warts and all. I like the water, I like the people, I like the midwestern vibe. I'd find it very hard to leave, especially because I have a network of friends here, but also because I just plain like it and I know it really well. There is a very short list of cities I'd consider leaving Chicago for, and most of those would have to have a well-paying job waiting for me. But it did take me time to fall in love with it -- it took a few years before it felt like home.

It's a little difficult to get more specific without knowing more about your situation -- what you do for work, what your budget is like, what your goals are in leaving where you are. Do you prefer to drive most places? (Parking and traffic can both get dicey.) Can you tolerate taking public transit if driving is inconvenient? Is the industry in which you work something that has a lot of openings here? Do you want to live in an urban environment, and if so are you prepared to live in a likely somewhat shitty apartment to do so? If you prefer to live in a house, are you prepared for a long commute? What do you like to do for fun and is there a thriving culture for that here? What is it important to have access to -- museums, concerts, theater, sport? Where do you need to travel to regularly (ie, I go to Austin several times a year) and how do you prefer to travel there?

Anyway, yeah -- like, I love it but I have few illusions about it. If you want to chat further feel free to hit me up by email, happy to answer more specific questions!

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jackles010378 · 6 months

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The Boy Next Door.

(No warnings needed, just mention of Dean's body 😜)

You had just moved into your new apartment. After living with your brother and sister in law for the past 2 years after a fire had broken out at your old place, you had finally found the perfect place. It was only a couple of blocks from where you worked as a PA for a law firm.

As much as you loved living at your brother's place, you loved having your own space back. It had been a rough day at work and all you wanted to do was to get home, have a nice long bath and binge watch whatever series you had got hooked into lately.

Grabbing takeout and a couple bottles of wine on your way home, you were mentally planning out your night on the drive back. You grab your purse, takeout and the wine you had brought and made your way up to your apartment. Fishing your keys out your bag, you put the key in and to top off a shitty day your key snaps in the lock. "You gotta be fucking kidding me" you shouted kicking your door. You grabbed your phone out of your pocket and rang for the maintenance man that looks after your building.

After a few rings he finally picks up. You tell him what happened and he reassures you that he will get to you as quickly as he can, but he will have to go to the hardware store to pick up another lock. He said it could be an hour, two at the most because he was on another job. You hung up and slid down your door. You could smell your take out and seriously considered just shoveling in your mouth with your hands. But you resisted and opened the wine instead "thank god for screw tops" you said laughing to yourself.

You weren't aware that your neighbour had come out and saw your tantrum against your door. He coughed to get your attention " hi you look like you need some help". Your head snapped up and you were met with the most gorgeous looking man you had ever seen. You were lost for words, I mean he was standing there half naked with just a towel hanging off his hips. Showing off his muscular physique, and those broad shoulders. "Do you need help or are just gonna sit there gawking" he said with a smirk.

You shook off all the thoughts that were swirling through your mind about what you wanted to do that body. You got up off the floor and noticed how tall he was. Damn he was tall. "Hi, erm yeah, my key snapped off in the lock so I'm just waiting for maintenance, sorry if I interrupted your evening" you were babbling, you never babble. But this guy, wow did he get you flustered, his wet hair sending drips down his torso, he had the most gorgeous green eyes you had ever seen.

"oh so your my new neighbor then, hi my name's Dean Winchester" he held out his hand, you placed your tiny hand in his, his whole hand engulfed yours. "Hi, yes I am, I'm y/n l/n, thanks for checking on me but I'll be fine, he said he'd only be an hour or two" Dean not letting go of your hand asked you "would you like to come and wait in my apartment, you can text him, let him know where you are. I promise I'm not a serial killer or psycho or anything like that" you gave him a weary look "that's exactly what a serial killer would say" you both started to laugh.

After Dean had put some clothes on, much to your disappointment, you both sat on the couch eating the take out. Dean gave you a glass for your wine whilst he grabbed a beer from his fridge. As you finished your food you got a message from the maintenance guy saying he would be at your apartment soon. You told Dean you were happy to wait outside "thanks for letting me take refuge in your home, it was sweet of you" you said to him "well I couldn't exactly leave you out there and let that food get cold could I". You both laughed and Dean walked you to the door. "thanks again Dean, ill be seeing you" Dean grabbed your hand "I'd like to see you again sweetheart, that's if you want to". you smiled shyly " well considering we live next door to each other I'd say wed be seeing quite a lot of each other, don't you?" Dean laughed "we sure will, would like to get to know you better" he said with a wink. Before you left you exchanged numbers with Dean "I'll call you" he said as you walked out of the door, the maintenance man walking by, "you could do that, or you could just come knock on my door" you said with a playful smile, a smirk tugging at Dean's lips as he responded "oh I will, you can count on it"

I saw that gif of him in the towel (I know it's not dean, I think it's from dark angel??) and this load of babble just came to me lol 🤣 hope you guys enjoyed it 😊

@kaleldobrev @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @janineb86 @deans-daydream @alternativeprincess94

#jensen ackles #dean winchester #jackles #supernatural #jensen ross ackles #spn cast #soldier boy #deanwinchtser #jensen ackles gifs #beau arlen #dean winchester fan fiction #dean x y/n #dean winchester fanfic

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I don't mean to talk out of my ass, and am saying nothing about how alcoholism works in the real world, but when it comes to the fictional world of the show I really don't think they ever meant to imply Dean has a dependency issue when it comes to alcohol. I think what the show is actually doing is using short hand for either "Dean is in a bad mental state and self medicating" or, separately and not related to that, is using alcohol as a glamorized "cowboy who can put away his liquor" shorthand. For contrast, I'm watching House right now and (regardless of if it does a good job depicting addiction, which I feel absolutely unqualified to comment on) it does want the audience to understand that House is an addict.

I think the issue is there is a lot of room to bring your own personal experiences with alcohol to interpreting the show, and obviously if those have been bad it's easy to apply that to Dean, who does drink frequently in show. As do Sam, Cas, Bobby, Rufus, Ellen, etc. I don't know why people focus in on Dean specifically, though.

I think the funniest thing about this disk horse (which I consider to be over btw—using this as a springboard for closing thoughts) is that I never said at any point that Dean has never abused alcohol. I didn't even say there's no point in the show at which he can be described as an alcoholic (Dean describes himself as one in 10.12 "About A Boy"). I didn't even say I would never believe that Dean has ever driven drunk ever in his entire life, or that headcanoning that Dean has driven drunk before at some point is somehow some horrible evil thing.

All I did was respond to mail asking me if I remembered times in the actual show where Dean was shown drunk driving, because my anon heard a claim that it is shown to us "All of the time" in the actual show, and didn't remember that, and they were looking for someone with a more recent memory who could corroborate. So I said I don't remember that happening explicitly in the show either, and invited people to provide examples if they remembered an example.

I think if the show wanted to say Dean is a frequent drunk driver— specifically—the show would show me Dean being a drunk driver. It wasn't a problem for the show to quite overtly show me Sam driving drunk in 4.09—it wasn't something they shied away from showing. If (to your point—which you are absolutely right about) alcohol is used as a signal of our characters current mental states (Bobby in 4.01, Sam in 4.09, Cas in 5.17, Dean in 10.22, etc) then there's no reason the show would refuse to simply show me Dean being a frequent drunk driver. I'd be happy to explore it if I thought frequent drunk driving was a genuine facet of Dean's character. I just don't think it is, because the show doesn't show me that. And people can say all day long that "Dean drinks a lot" + "Dean has a car and is often in the drivers seat" = "Dean is a frequent drunk driver" until they're blue in the face. I am still holding out my hand, palm up, waiting for an actual example instead of whiney voices crying and whining insisting it simply HAS to be true because they think it should be.

I think you're right at the end of the day that the show isn't worried about Dean being an alcoholic as much as the show uses upticks in each character's drinking to indicate they're going through something—you're 100% right there. I also understand and respect that some people legitimately—with well-meaning intent—want to explore Dean's relationship to alcohol, because it's absolutely in theme imo and I think there's more attention ultimately put on it with Dean than any other character (though this is not true up to season 4 in my current rewatch). I just can't say I'm sitting here wringing my hands over Dean's relationship with alcohol in the actual canon of the actual show. I'm just not. The fact is, our characters have extremely limited options in terms of coping tools, and have trauma more extensive in breadth and length and diversity than anyone in real life has experienced ever, and are almost perpetually existing in a war zone. The fact that they self-medicate in various ways in order to cope isn't remotely surprising and I don't think there's anything shameful and evil about it either especially given their circumstances and utter lack of options. I just also... don't think Dean is a frequent drunk driver.

#mail #dean and drugs #people can shout “headcanon” all day long but at the end of the day they aren't treating this as a headcanon.#Numerous people appear to have instead been mad at me for not accepting their headcanon as canonical fact.#And canon is what my anon fucking asked me about—not whoever's headcanon.

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rintarousgirl · 9 months

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i wanna be yours -- 4. fluorescent adolescent

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

a/n: there is heavy alcohol use and vomiting in this, but it's fairly quick so don't worry about missing much if you need to skip it!

Suna's voice was angelic.

That was the only way you could describe it. His voice still held that sweet-smooth quality, sugared words dripping from his lips like honey. You tried to focus on the lyrics, how sweet they probably were considering the girls screaming in the audience. You knew they probably wrote love songs considering they were attractive young men. But you couldn't focus on the song itself, not even the pounding of the drums of the thick bass line.

You couldn't keep your eyes (and ears) off Suna.

He was wonderful, more than wonderful. Beautiful maybe, or alluring.

And it continued like that for the rest of the night. Occasionally Atsumu would run off stage, grabbing a few waters for the rest of them. You managed to coax Osamu off stage to fix his hair, seeing as the hat and sweat had made it stick up.

For the next two and a half hours, you sat there, borderline mesmerized by the band. Kita sometimes would cheer at the end of songs, sitting in his chair by the steps. He seemed just as invested as you did.

As the band did a small q&a to end off the concert, you make your way over to Kita on the stairs.

"I want to do the tour for you," you say softly, hoping none of the mics on the edge of the stage would pick up your voice. "I liked today. A lot."

Kita smiles. "I knew you would," he says confidently, "I was being truthful when I said I had faith in you. I'm not a kind person, Y/N, you can ask anyone. I'm told I'm blunt and rude. I would not install all this false confidence in you if I didn't think today would work out."

You feel a little bashful blush grow on your cheeks, and you return his small smile with a beam of your own. "Thank you, Kita. It really means a lot."

""Course. Oh, and by the way, you'll be paid for this by next week. And you'll get a better pay for tour. I just realized we'd never discussed payment."

You wave your hand, "It gets lost in the rush to get the job done. Just remind me when I should stop by and pick it up."

Kita nods, looking back over to the stage. "There's an after party tonight, and there's going to be a few friends invited. You're welcome to attend, I'd be willing to drive you."

"That would be great! I'd love to go."

Your small conversation is cut off by the band ending the q&a. They blow kisses and wave, and they're happy. That's what matters. They're sweaty and gross and panting so hard it looks like they're about to pass out but they're happy. They come off stage, laughing and chatting. Suna's even smiling too, beaming as he runs a hand through his sweaty hair.

Aran's the first to approach you, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "How'd we do?" he asks teasingly, a biting grin on his lips.

"Great," you say honestly, "I was shocked."

He laughs. "I know, I saw you. Your jaw was on the floor."

You match his laugh with a giggle of your own. You brush your hair from your face. "Can you blame me? The music was great."

Aran nods, licking his lips. "Did Kita invite you to the after party?"

"Yes," you say, "where is it exactly?"

"The twins. They're loaded, like...their family is. They got this huge condo out on the beach. It's the best place to party, so it'll be there. I assume you'll catch a ride with someone?"

"Yeah, with Kita."

Aran smiles. "Good. I'm curious to see what kind of person you are when you aren't all stressed."

You hit his arm lightly. "Hey! I'm pretty relaxed right now!"

"Sure, whatever you say."

You don't notice Suna's gaze from the across the room, his eyes squinting, and his lip bitten. Aran does though, and swiftly moves his arm from around your shoulder and brings you over to the main conversation.

Aran wasn't joking when he said the Miya twins were loaded. When you pulled up outside of their mansion, trailing behind Kita's car in your own, you couldn't help the way your eyes widened.

Walking in, you were greeted by music, some hip-hop rap beat that wasn't familiar to you in any manner, but you could see a group of people in the kitchen and the smell of alcohol. You and Kita were a bit late, having been the ones to hang back and clean the rented space as the band met up with their friends at the Miya's house.

You enter the kitchen, feeling multiple sets of eyes on you. "Guys," Kita says, "This is Y/N, the new makeup artist."

There's a soft bout of silence, and you watch as multiple sets of eyes fall on Suna, who gives a half-hearted shrug. You tuck that little piece of information into the back of your mind to ask about later.

A girl, the only one other than yourself, walks towards you. She holds out her hand, and her cheeks are a flushed pink. "Hi! I'm Hitoka Yachi! Though you can just call me 'Chi, that's what most people do."

You take her hand with a smile. "Hi, I'm Y/N. It's good to know these guys have friends that are women. I started to feel a bit secluded," you joke to which she giggles and nods. She's clearly anxious, struggling to not stutter through her words with her anxiety. You mentally thank her for stepping up though, considering nobody else seemed quite interested in doing so.

Overtime you learn the other's name. There's Oikawa Tooru and Takahiro Hanamaki from the two-partner band SEITWO. They mainly talk to the Kita and Aran, but Hanamaki smiles at you from the kitchen island when you grab your third shot of the night. There's Yachi's fellow band members of KARA3UNO, Kageyama and Yamaguchi who you've heard of. At least, you know them better than you knew INARIZAKI.

There's also a man named Sakusa Kiyoomi, who seems to hang around the twins. You know of him a lot better than anyone else in the room. He was a famous producer, having produced some of your favorite albums. You were the most scared to talk to him. Like, you were the lowly makeup artist. Nobody else had bothered to invite their makeup artist. Though, then again, nobody else brought along their managers yet Kita was here with you.

Slowly, as the night progressed, you loosen up. You down more shots, and at one point you end up doing some disney karaoke with Yachi. Your voice is mediocre compared to the professional singer's, but people cheer for you nonetheless as the two of you dance around wasted.

Eventually, the shots you took for fun become shots you feel like you need to take. Shake of the edge that manages to keep crawling around your shoulders like a blanket.

Yachi bites her lip, drunk herself but not on the same level as you as you come stumbling to sit next to each other. Yachi steals a sip from the beer in your hand, and you hiccup, trying not to drop it.

"Uh," you mumble, "Who was the old makeup artist--for, uh, INARIZAKI?"

Yachi processes the question for a second, her face a bit sour.

"Kiyoko?"

You nod, feeling a bit dizzy. The name seems familiar, but in your muddy drunk mind you can't really remember much.

"She's like...my best friend. She's the only reason I really have a career at all, actually. When she worked for the band, she introduced me to..uh Sakusa, and he signed me up with Tobio and Tadashi."

"Seems sweet," you say truthfully, but there's still this sense that there's something wrong going on in your mind.

"Yeah, uh, she quit though...obviously. She quit because--"

Yachi must've been talking a lot louder than you thought you guys were because Suna strides over and pulls you upright. "'Chi," he greets with a nod, and she smiles.

"Sunarin," she replies, a nickname you recall Atsumu frequently calling Suna.

"I think Kageyama is trying to find you, seemed a bit urgent."

Yachi's brows furrow, and slowly she stands, your beer still in her hand as she calls out for her band member. Once she's out of the picture, Suna turns to face you, and you realize just how close you two were.

There are only inches between you, and you know you're both drunk, but Suna is easily one of the soberest people in the house. His arm is around your waist, and he quickly removes it, an embarrassed flush tinting his cheeks.

"Wanted me all to yourself, didn't ya, Sunarin," you tease, the alcohol allowing the words to flow freely from your brain to your mouth. Suna seems to notice this, a grimace on his lips.

"If you're going to call me any nicknames, I'd rather it be Rin."

"Okay, Rin," you draw out the 'n', but it still manages to snag a smile out of him.

"You're drunk," he points out, as the two of you walk. You notice you're going into an area of the house you don't recognize, but that isn't on the front of your mind right now. You're too focused on how pretty Suna---Rintarou looked in the dim lighting of the hallway you were in.

The sounds of the others partying deafens around you, and you don't want to hear anything but Rintarou's voice. "You're so pretty, Rin," you slur, your head lolling onto his shoulder. "I shoulda told you after the show. You sounded amazing."

"Thank you," he says softly, trying to direct you into a straight line. "You're very pretty too, Y/N." the words are truthful, you can tell that much, but there's this disappointed and almost sad quality to his voice.

"What's wrong?" you ask, blinking the daze from your eyes. Rintarou looks at you, chewing on his lip. He opens his mouth to say something but suddenly your stomach is churning and you're gagging into your palm.

Rintarou acts immediately, pushing you into a nearby bathroom and kneeling you next to the toilet. He pulls your hair from your face just as you finally vomit, the contents of your stomach emptying.

It was mainly fluids, considering you hadn't eaten much. The regurgitated alcohol burned your throat, and you coughed and dry-heaved even after you'd finished. Rintarou gave you a roll of paper, which you wiped your mouth with before flushing it down the toilet.

Closing the lid, you leaned back against the wall.

"Fuck," you groan, "I am so sorry, Rintarou."

He tilts his head. "For what?"

You laugh, out of absurdity of the whole situation. Usually you were more responsible than this, and you would limit yourself. The last time you got yourself this drunk was with your friends, and Akaashi had to drive you home, considering you couldn't drive yourself.

You probably wouldn't be able to tonight either, even if you were more sober now.

"For ruining your night," you explain. "I-I'm better than this. I was stupid." You place your hands on your face, trying to hide the tears threatening to pop up in your eyes and the shame being clear on your face.

He takes your wrists in his hands, and he holds them. He holds your wrists gently, and your fingers brush his lips. That's how close you guys were. He's kneeling in front of you, despite your breath no doubt reeking of alcohol and the fact you looked like a mess.

"You were having fun, that's what matters. You didn't ruin anything. Actually, you made my night a lot more interesting. Gave me something to pay attention to other than the idiots out there."

He laughs at his own words, and you try not to look too shocked. It's probably the most he's ever said to you, and you feel a smile make it's way onto your face.

"I'm still gonna feel bad."

Rintarou shrugged. "Well, I'm not judging you."

"Thanks," you deadpan, which pulls out a huff of laughter. Rintarou sighs, and runs a hand through his hair.

"Do you want tea? I kind of want tea, my voice is shot."

"Tea sounds pretty nice right now."

The two of you walk down to the kitchen, taking a less-public path. The Miya condo was big, so that means there were multiple ways of getting to the same room. This way, you could avoid the others still partying in the living room.

Rintarou goes quiet again, sensing that they didn't need to talk. It was nice not needing to fill the silence between you two with chatter. It's nice silence, soft and quiet. You sit at the island counter and watch as he manages to find some teabags in the pantry and begins to make tea for the two of you.

As the water boils, you rest your chin in your hand. "Again," you sigh, "I'm really sorry again. I know you said you wouldn't judge or whatever, but like, I'm still sorry. You should be able to drink and have fun with your friends."

"You're my friend," he points out, "I"m having more fun sitting here making tea then listening to Kageyama try to sing Taylor Swift songs."

You laugh, shoulders trembling. Rintarou smiles, shaking his head.

"You barely know me. Why are you doing me favors?" it isn't that serious of a question, but Rintarou takes it as one. He frowns, placing a cup in front of you.

"I know I'm not the best conversationalist but...you're new, this is your first introduction to the celebrity world. I guess I just want to make sure you don't get lost along the way or something like that."

"Sweet sentiment," you tease, "are you drawn to me, Rin? Couldn't possibly leave me alone?"

He huffs. "Are you sure you're not still drunk?"

"Not entirely."

"Well, either way, it's pretty pathetic that those guys--" he points to the living room, "are my only friends."

Your brows furrow. "Actually?"

He sighs. "Can't have many friends when you're famous. Doesn't end well."

"Oh?"

Rintarou looks down at the table and blows out a heavy breath. Then he turns around and takes the teapot off the stove. He puts the teabags into the cups and pours them.

"Is it why Kiyoko quit?"

You watch as his back goes straight and frigid, and you immediately know that it's the wrong question. Slowly, he turns around and pours your cup.

"I'm sorry--Fuck, that was a stupid question--"

"It's fine," he mutters, "There's a bunch of rumors about it anyway, I was kind of waiting for you to ask."

"Still, uh, it's clearly not a fun topic."

"You're right," Rintarou says, and picks up his cup and takes a sip. "But I'd rather not talk about it. Not yet at least."

"Okay," you accept, thankful that he was at least honest with you about it. You'd rather wait than hear some lie because he felt pressured to tell you. You didn't want to ruin...whatever you two were becoming anyway. It felt good to have a friend other than Kita in the band.

Well, you could consider Aran a friend, but he didn't pay much attention to you anyway. He was nice, but you really only talked to him because of his brother.

You take a sip of the tea, and it's warm and nice. The taste is strong but not overpowering, and Rintarou had just made it perfectly.

"Do you like tea?" you ask softly, lowering your cup.

Rintarou nods. "It's good for your vocal cords. A lot better than coffee. Yachi's voice is gonna be fried because she drinks so much coffee. She doesn't believe me."

You giggle. "Give her some of your tea, maybe she'll be convinced. It's really good. Better than any tea I've ever had."

"Thanks," RIntarou smiles, "I've been wanting to make boba sometime soon, try out new things."

"I'd like to make boba with you!" you beam, "I love boba tea."

He chuckles. "We, uh, we could plan something. Do I have your number?"

You shake your head and take out your phone. You slide it over to him, and let him type in his number. He sends a quick text to himself, before giving it back to you.

"I'd like that," you say. "Uh, this may sound weird, but could I take a photo for my twitter? I like to post on there a lot."

Rintarou laughs and nods. "Feel free. I like to post a lot too; my twitter page is a mess."

You take a photo of the two of you, and then take a picture of your two teacups. You quickly post both to your twitter account and send a 0.5 of Rintarou's face to Akaashi just to send him an update that you were in fact alive.

Rintarou makes a face when you snap the picture, and he gently pushed your phone down so you're looking at his eyes. "Couldn't possibly not have me in your camera roll, huh?"

He's playing on your own teasing words, and you let out a soft giggle. "I like taking photos of my friends."

"Good to know, because so do I."

And in a moment of surprise, he lifts his own phone and takes a rapid number of photos. You're caught off guard, and flinch as his flash goes off multiple times. You laugh, loud and free as you try and raise your hands to block the camera.

Eventually, he puts the phone down with a sigh. "How can I take good photos of you if you won't let me see your face?" he pouts, and it's so over-exaggerated that you couldn't help but laugh again.

And you did end up driving home that night, with multiple photos of Rintarou in your camera roll and an airy warmth in your chest.

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★ - y/n is usually a responsible drinker (as she said) but she let herself get loose tonight because she really enjoyed the concert (despite the nerves she was attempting to shake off) and hopes her job lasts

★ - the next chapter is going to have A LOT of smau stuff to make up for the lack of it in this chap. i just needed to get in the suna & y/n interactions for whats to come next ;)

★ - suna isn't a big drinker. he'll have one or two beers and that's it, which also means he's usually the designated driver.

★ - yachi had already had a few drinks prior to meeting y/n, so that's why she wasn't as nervous as she is shown in canon! though, she will be more nervous next time they talk lol

★ - more kiyoko lore ?? coming soon hehe

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puppie-b0y · 4 months

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This is set after season 2, but we're just gonna pretend the Metatron DIDNT break up the husband's- uhhh I mean.... the Metatron didn't ask aziraphale to take Gabriel's place. He just dealt with everyone, said "good job" to azi and crow and then kinda just... ✨️disappeared✨️ ...Anyways, hope yall enjoy!!

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After saving the town from the legion of demons, aziraphale and crowley decided to celebrate. It was crowley's idea, he said he knew "just the place to go to after all that". Aziraphale took that as "I have a calming, elegant place to make up for the foul demons and ignorant angels". And while it was a fairly calm, quiet place crowley took aziraphale to, it was also a bar.

Now, aziraphale had drunk alcohol before. I mean, he drinks wine with crowley all the time. But of course, he never drinks more than a glass at a time and has never actually gotten drunk. He didn't really have a problem with people who got drunk. He didn't do it himself, but he never badly judged anyone else when they did. Although he sometimes thought it was absolutely ridiculous how people would act sometimes.

All of that considered, a bar was just... not what he had in mind when crowley said he knew a place. It was dimly lit and not too busy, Azi will give him that. But it wasn't as fancy, nor as entertaining as he had thought the demon would have planned.

"Crowley?" Aziraphale talked as the bartender put a drink infront of the ginger man. Crowley gave a soft grunt in response. "Shouldn't we have gone somewhere more... treasuring?" Crowley looked at him, raising a brow "treasuring?" He asked. Aziraphale nodded "Yes, somewhere with more, er, ritz." Crowley slightly jerked his head back, offended. "Angel, I'm paying for your drinks and I'd buy you food if that's what you'd want! That's not 'ritzy' enough for you?" Aziraphale looked between his own glass and back a crowley "Well I- I didn't mean to offend you, I just meant, well, er..." He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, before opening them and sighing, looking back at his glass. "I don't know..." Once again, he looked at crowley. This demon hadn't looked or been so confused since Noah's arc. Whether he was still hurt or he had totally let go of what the blonde said, aziraphale felt bad for it. "Sorry." He said. Crowley turned back to the bar and picked up his drink "I was joking, Angel. I don't actually care."

He did. He did care. He wasn't mad or offended, he honestly just felt bad.

Maybe this was stupid He thought.

He just wanted to spend time with someone he loved enjoyed hanging out with. Did aziraphale not want the same? Did aziraphale not want this? Does he not want him?

By the way, this was crowley's third? Fourth drink? And it was very much not simple wine. He was drinking pure scotch. Either way, aziraphale's opinion would have mattered to him. He really cares what the other man has to say about him.

Aziraphale took a breath in and gave a small, simple smile "Oh... good." Crowley gave him a quick glance and then took another big gulp of his drink.

It's safe to say that by the end of the night, Crowley was VERY drunk. Aziraphale, on the other hand, was very much not. The bar was within walking distance to the bookshop, so luckily they didn't have to worry about driving. Although, crowley could barely walk without stumbling and/or falling every so often. They were now walking home, aziraphale's hand around crowley's waist, trying to make sure crowley doesn't get hit by a fucking car knows where to go. Crowley could care less about being hit by a car, he was too busy paying attention to the Queen song that was stuck in his head.

"Crow- ugh, crowley! You're being too loud!" Aziraphale yelled as he tried standing crowley up straighter. "She's a killer.... QUEEEEEEEN!" He shouted the last part into the air. Then he stopped and kept his eyes on the night sky. He sighed. "This is beautiful." He said. Aziraphale looked up, then back at Crowley. "Yes I... I suppose it is." He paused, then took a step towards Crowley "But we have to get home now, you are far too intoxicated." Crowley furrowed his eyebrows and took a deep breathe in.

This is what my creation looks like from earth?

He looked back at Aziraphale. "I made this. It was the biggest project I ever had." He looked back up at the stars. "What a waste." Aziraphale was taken aback, confused as to what the demon meant. "A waste? What makes you think it was a waste?" Crowley threw his arms up and let them fall at his sides harshly. "I made all that and I don't even get any credit. Thrown away like I didn't do anything good, look at that!" He points to all the stars in the sky and looks at the man infront of him, raising his voice. "I made a nebula!"

Aziraphale sighs, unsure of what to say or do in order to make Crowley feel better and let them go back to the shop. Crowley sighed and started walking past the angel. "Whatever I don't need him. I don't need God or the angels. I can do whatever I want now."

Aziraphale quickly caught up with him and talked whilst the crossed the street and walked into the shop. "Surely you don't mean that, I mean, there must have been something good about being an angel." Crowley plops down into the chair, and lays his head back, closing his eyes. "Nah."

They both paused until crowley shot up quickly and looking over his glasses at aziraphale, pointing to him. "Y'know I thought you had enjoyed the nebula more. I mean, you were there when I made it, you seemed to think it was nice. He took a few steps toward aziraphale and put his hands on his hips. Dont you think i deserve a little praise? Or at least some credit?"

Aziraphale looked at him, worried. Oh my, he's had way too much to drink.

He spoke calmly, trying to make the firey man feel better. "I do like it. I think you did an amazing job. I never meant to give the impression I don't think that."

Crowley sighed and waved his hand at him, turning back to the chair and sitting down once again. "Whatever, it doesn't matter now. I'm not with heaven or hell and I'm finally able to be with you, so it doesn't matter."

Those last few words made Aziraphale lose his mind. I'm finally able to be with you, so it doesn't matter. What could he possibly mean by that?

The question begged at the tip of aziraphale's tongue. "Wha- what... what do you mean?"

Crowley didn't even look at him, he just kept his head lied back and his eyes closed, talking like nothing he was saying mattered. "Oh come on, angel, you know I like you, don't be stupid now."

"Yeah, I... I know, we're... we're friends, I just-"

Crowley cut him off. "Oh shut up, you know what I mean. 'I have a crush on you', that's what the humans say, at least."

Tears pricked at aziraphales eyes. Crowley must be lying. He's drunk and stupid and he has no idea what he's saying. He would never like an angel, much less Aziraphale, right?

"I... I don't like when you're drunk, crowley. You say things you don't mean. I'm going to bed."

As Aziraphale walked past crowley's chair, the ginger stood up. The blonde didn't care to stop. That was until crowley took off his glasses, set them on the table, grabbed the other man's hand and turned him around. "Oh for God's sake." He said before pressing his lips to aziraphale's.

The angels lips were soft, gentle. Crowley felt like he were still standing with aziraphale in the middle of his Nebula. The beauty of the stars surrounding them, twinkling with passion. He'd waited to do this for so long. He didn't always know that this was what he wanted, all he knew was that he was lonely. And that Aziraphale made that better. He used to be so confused, but now, it had felt like everything had fallen into place.

Crowley's lips were rough and the kiss was messy and uncoordinated. But no matter how messy the kiss or surprised he felt, no matter how much he wanted to stop it because the smell of alcohol lingering on the demons lips was a bit overwhelming, he couldn't. He couldn't stop, he didn't want to. At this moment, all he wanted was Crowley. The man he has had so many fun, happy, amazing moments with was now kissing him. He loved this man. He knew that from the bottom to the top of his heart, all that was there was love for him. But that didn't stop his worries.

Aziraphale broke the kiss and stepped back. "You're... You're drunk. You don't mean this." He looks around, panicking, trying to sort out his millions of thoughts. "You'll wake up in the morning, have no memory of this, and act like nothing happened!" Aziraphale took a shaky breath in and tried pulling himself together before any tears fell. "I can't have you doing this if you don't mean it." Crowley furrowed his eyebrows with a sincere look in his eye. He stepped toward Aziraphale and spoke softly.

"Angel, I do mean it. I've felt this way since... I don't even remember, honestly. I thought if I told you, you'd run. Never talk to me again and act like I don't exist." He got closer to aziraphale, taking another step forward, until he was once again, right in front of the man. "But I'm so done with worrying. God couldn't stop me from doing what i want. The angels couldn't, and the demons didn't either. I can't keep acting like I don't want you, angel. Like I don't love you."

"...love?".

"Love." He pressed another kiss to Aziraphales lips. This time, it was gentle and short, but all the while, it was still enjoyable. He looked back at the angel.

"I love you, Aziraphale."

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karatekels · 10 months

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Ahh jealous Terry Silver please! I'd love to see a angry, possessive Silver. Imagine at some gala or business meet, Terry's much younger woman gets the attention of younger business men and he doesn't like it. Ending in something steamy when they get home 😏 if you're comfortable!

Sorry for the wait, anon! I'm happy to write this for you - I'm assuming you wanted CK Terry since you mentioned the age difference. I definitely got carried away with this one, but I hope you enjoy!

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TW: Rough sex; elements of Dom/sub

Terry does get quite rough here (far darker than anything else I’ve written to date), but it’s all consensual. Still, feel free not to read if it makes you uncomfortable!

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Prized Possession

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You give your reflection a once-over in the mirror for the hundredth time, waiting for a knock at the door. You were in the most expensive outfit you’d ever worn – a stunning, royal blue dress, matching heels, and gorgeous jewelry, your hair curled and in an updo like a princess – prepared to go join your boyfriend at an important charity gala. This would be the first time that you would be accompanying Terry to an event like this, and to say you were nervous was an understatement. This was a big step in your relationship, and you were worried that you would stick out from the crowd like a sore thumb. You’d never understood what he’d seen in you, and you were worried that after tonight he’d see that you didn’t belong in his world after all.

You’re interrupted from your unpleasant thoughts by a knock at your door. Taking a deep breath, you grab your clutch and move to open it, expecting to greet Terry’s chauffeur. Instead, you find Terry himself on the other side of the door, dressed in a spectacular navy blue suit, his silver hair slicked back in its signature ponytail. Damn, but you were a lucky woman.

“Well hello, my dear,” Terry purrs seductively, placing a kiss on the back of your hand. “You look absolutely stunning. Shall we?” he asks, offering you his arm. You find yourself speechless and just nod mutely as you take his arm, letting him guide you down your front steps and into the waiting limousine. It was times like this that you really felt the differences between you stood out; he was tall, rich, brilliant and classy, and he treated you with the chivalry of decades past, while you were just a young girl trying to get by, working three separate admin jobs, annoyed with most people your own age. You find yourself lost in your morose thoughts as the limo drives off, and Terry quickly takes notice.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he asks, taking your hand, his thumb rubbing in reassuring circles. “You seem quiet this evening.”

You tilt your head towards him, considering how to respond. This was an important evening for Terry, and you didn’t want to distract him with your silly, trivial self-image problems. You decide to be honest, but brief with him, knowing he’d be able to detect a lie instantly.

“I’m fine, Terry, I’m just really nervous. I don’t want to embarrass you, but I have no idea what I’m in for tonight,” you explain, biting your lip nervously. He moves to soothe you, taking the side of your face in one of his hands and stroking your cheek comfortingly.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he croons, “you have nothing to worry about, I promise you. Just be your wonderful self, and you will be just fine.” He leans in to kiss you deeply and you melt against him, but he can still see traces of doubt in your expression when you break apart. “I’ll be with you the whole time,” he whispers encouragingly, running his thumb along your bottom lip. You nod, wanting to believe him, and hope for the best. Terry would take care of you, of that you had no doubt.

---

Disappointingly, Terry had been wrong, you thought to yourself with a sigh. Over the last couple of hours, Terry had been forced to step away from you again and again, giving you an apologetic look every time he was dragged away to discuss various business dealings. You knew you couldn’t hold it against him; you were proud of how successful he was, and how hard he had worked his whole life. It was just hard, feeling like this was another way that you couldn’t relate to him. You feel him take a seat beside you and put on a smile; the least you could do tonight was to look like you were enjoying yourself to avoid embarrassing him.

“How long will I have you for this time?” you ask playfully, trying to keep your tone light.

“How long do you want me for?” replies a voice in your ear that was definitely not Terry’s. You jump, leaning away from the person, your face turning bright red. The man in Terry’s chair looked to be in his late twenties, with tanned skin and short brown curls. He gave you a wicked smile, his dark eyes glittering in amusement as you try to compose yourself.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir!”

“I can’t say that I am. What’s your name, beautiful?” he asks, cocking his head to the side as he surveys you. You suppose he was handsome enough, and like Terry, clearly dressed like money, but you felt absolutely no attraction towards him whatsoever. Like everyone else, this man couldn’t hold a candle to your Terry.

“I’m… uh…” you stammer, trying to think of what to say. You were so unfamiliar with this type of setting, and you didn’t want to do anything to embarrass Terry, or spoil a business dealing. “My name is Y/N. Sorry again for what I said, I thought you were my boyfriend.”

Before he could get a word in edgewise, you get out of your chair, grabbing your clutch and walking quickly to the ladies’ room, trying to freshen yourself up while waiting for the colour to fade from your cheeks. Hoping that the man will have left your table by the time you returned, you left the bathroom, walking out into the ballroom once more.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Can I buy you a drink?” A different man asked, surveying you with his green eyes as he approached. You had been certain this man had been seated just behind you the next table over. Maybe he hadn’t seen you with Terry, or heard you reject the other man.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m actually here with someone,” you say, trying to be polite, scanning the room for Terry. The man pretends to look around with you, before leaning down to speak in your ear.

“Really? I don’t see him,” he says in a low voice, and you roll your eyes, stepping away to reclaim your personal space.

“Yes, well he just stepped away for a moment, I’m going to find him. Enjoy your evening,” you say forcefully, emphasizing that you will not be part of it, and walk away from him.

And so it went on, being interrupted over and over by men while you looked around for Terry. Where was he? You needed him here to get through this night, tired of being bothered by businessmen who looked at you like you were something to be bought.

“No, thank you,” you say, rejecting another man’s request for a dance, feeling yourself getting annoyed.

“There you are, Y/N” Terry says exasperatedly from behind you, and you whirl around in surprise and relief. He wraps you up in his arms, kissing you firmly, but it feels off. You turn your chin up against his chest and see him glaring daggers at the man behind you. Uh-oh, you think, whimpering into his shirt, and he snaps out of it, staring down at you.

Let’s get out of here,” Terry says curtly, blue eyes still cold as ice as they lock with yours, and he leads you away.

---

Terry had sulked the whole way home, seeming frustrated. You had watched him out of the corner of your eye the whole way home, biting your lip in concern.

“Terry, baby, what’s wrong?” you ask as you walk into his home. What were you supposed to have done back there?

“Nothing,” he says airily, but you see right through him. “Nothing yet,” he corrects himself. “Not until you go and run off with Mulligan, or Park, or any of the other half dozen men I saw throwing themselves at you all night!” You stare at him, mouth agape.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” you ask incredulously. You start to laugh, but stop immediately as Terry gives you a cold look. “Terry, that’s ridiculous!”

“Is it?” he asks harshly, discarding his jacket on the back of a chair and walking to the bar to pour himself a drink. “It didn’t seem like that to me,” he mutters angrily, downing the glass of whiskey in one big gulp.

“What are you talking about?” you ask heatedly. All you had done all night was wait for him!

“I’m talking about how you even entertained their conversations at all, Y/N,” he says, seething. “They didn’t deserve more than two words from you! You’re mine,” he says, stalking across the room towards you.

You meet him halfway, reaching up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck, knowing that he needs some reassurance from you. “Oh Terry,” you say softly, staring into his eyes. “I’ve known I’m yours probably longer than you have,” you say seriously, and his arms hesitantly come to wrap around you.

“Is that so?” he asks, one corner of his mouth lifting up into a smile, and you kiss the smile, giggling.

“Yes, that’s so! I was only trying to be nice to those men because I didn’t want to mess anything up for you, like a business relationship or something. I had no idea how to talk to those people, and I didn’t want to!”

“Really? You weren’t hoping some younger billionaire would sweep you off your feet?” He says hopefully, and you find his uncertainty charming as he calms down, holding you tightly.

“Younger or not, none of those men come close to comparing with you, Terry, in any way” you say honestly, comforting him the best you can.

“Plus, have you seen you?” you ask, pointedly looking him up and down. “Any guy would kill to look like you, love, no matter the age. I mean, I’m not dating you just for your looks, Terry, but trust me when I say you have nothing to worry about in that regard.” He preens a bit at the compliment, and you see his confidence return in full, and you consider the matter settled, turning away to hide your smile from him. It was strangely adorable, seeing a man as impressive as Terry Silver feeling insecure about himself, and it made you feel like maybe you have more in common with him than you thought.

“Plus, men my age just want to fuck 24/7,” you joke, dismissing the whole bunch. “I’m glad I don’t have to worry about that with you!” You’re still turned away from Terry as you say this, so you miss the way his eyes flash at your comment.

“And just what do you mean by that?” Terry asks, his voice dropping an octave. You look over your shoulder at him, confused by the tone that the conversation has suddenly taken. You shrug nonchalantly, trying to ease the tension, putting one hand on the back of the couch for support as you bend down to undo your strappy heels. Before you can, though, you’re yanked back up into a standing position.

“If you think,” Terry breathes into your ear, trapping you against him with an arm tight around your waist, squeezing you, “that I don’t yearn to be inside you from the moment that I lay eyes on you, my dear, you are sorely mistaken.”

“T-Terry?” you ask in a meek voice, trying to turn your head to look at him and read his face, but he’s holding you steady, and his other hand slides up under your chin, squeezing your neck and keeping you from moving. Your heartbeat quickens and you struggle to swallow the lump in your throat. You know that Terry would never really hurt you, but he was so strong, and could be so intense, that you feel your adrenaline spike anyway.

“And if that’s what you think, then maybe I’ve been remiss in my duties as your lover. Perhaps I should show you just what goes through my mind every time I look at you, hmm?” he muses to himself, knowing that you can’t answer from the way he’s gripping your neck. You shudder against him, feeling him getting hard against you. “Let’s see…”

He spins you around like a ragdoll, bringing you in front of a mirror hanging on the wall. Locking eyes with you in the mirror’s reflection, he takes his time, lifting the hand around your waist to your hair, gently taking out your hairpins one by one. You don’t move your eyes from his, fighting the urge to flinch every time a pin hits the marble floor. Plink. Plink. Plink.

You feel your curls falling down one by one, tickling your shoulder blades, but your eyes are so focused on Terry’s to the point that you can’t see anything else; it’s like you have tunnel vision. He’s been like this with you a few times in the past – incredibly dominant, that is – and you know that you’ll need to watch his expression closely if you want to anticipate his next move. You see it suddenly – a quick flashing of his blue eyes, like lightning – right before he grabs a fistful of your curls, pulling you up sharply, and you barely have enough time to straighten yourself back up, wobbling on your toes and trying to keep your balance. You tighten with need, whimpering, as he holds you there, licking your cheek possessively, his hot breath making your eyes flutter shut. You’re not sure it’s healthy, getting off on this, but at this moment you don’t care, needing Terry to take you and use you however he wants. You want to lose control tonight, and he needs control. A perfect match.

“Do you know what I think, when I see this pretty face?” he asks, tapping your cheek firmly with a finger. You shake your head, wincing as your hair pulls at the movement.

“Mine.” he growls, biting the spot where your neck and shoulder meet hard, and you let out a lusty cry, throwing your head back and he sucks hard on your skin.

“If I had my way, you wouldn’t leave my side without my mark on you, letting everyone know who you belong to.” As if to prove his point, he moves your hair over one shoulder and turns you, making sure that you see the dark hickey he’s left on your neck. You gasp, and try to cover it back up, but this only seems to urge him to go further.

“Men wouldn’t dare to look at you, let alone think about trying to take you from me!” He’s grinding his cock against you now, kneading your breasts roughly over your dress, and all you can do is hold on to him desperately. He suddenly whirls you around, pulling you into the middle of the room and into his arms, kissing you deeply, almost romantically.

Terry has always been mercurial, but when he needs you like this he becomes even more so, switching things up on you just to see your reactions, seeing how best to make you break from pleasure. Making you melt into a pool of lust was a fun challenge for him, you knew, and he was never one to admit defeat.

“You’re in for a long night, Y/N,” Terry says threateningly, tossing you onto the couch as he loosens his tie, his hair messy as it starts to come out of its slick ponytail. He has a wild look in his eyes, but you know that he is fully in control just from the way he’s rolling up the sleeves on his shirt: firmly, roughly even, but always with precision. You know he’s going to treat you the same way, and you draw in a shuddering breath, your mouth dry.

“You’ll count yourself lucky if I don’t end up taking you in every room of this house tonight,” He walks over to you slowly, and you meet him halfway, crawling up onto your knees, the top of your head only coming up to his chest.

His hand whips out – strike first – and grips your chin tightly, his thumb tracing your lips, staring at you on your knees before him like you were meant to be there.

“I am going to have you screaming my name like it’s the only word you know,” Terry promises, and then he’s on you, pinning you back against the couch, his hands everywhere, punishing your lips in a bruising kiss. You try to squirm up the couch to get into a better position, but you feel a tug from your dress, the fabric trapped under Terry’s knee.

“Terry, careful! The dress!” you caution him, not breaking the kiss. He growls in response, grabbing the hem of your skirt with both hands and ripping it straight up the middle to your waist, baring your legs for him, and you let out a yelp of surprise. He runs his hands up your legs hungrily, squeezing your hips.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he says huskily, flipping you over onto your stomach to get at your zipper, pulling it down quickly so that he can fully tear the dress off of you. “I’ll buy you a hundred dresses, sweetheart, if it means I can get you like this even a second sooner.” He runs his hand down your bare back and you arch up against him, lifting your hips up and presenting your ass to him, clad in only a pair of skimpy lace underwear. He kneads your ass firmly, swearing under his breath at the sight you make before him.

“I’m going to break you, little one,” he threatens, delivering a sharp slap to your ass, close to your hip. You moan, feeling the area grow hot, and know that within the next minute his handprint will be glowing a warm pink, marking you as his in yet another way. “I’m going to make you mine; you’ll be ruined for anyone else.” He emphasizes his point by spanking you again, hard, and you whimper into the couch cushions, knowing he was right. No one else could give you what Terry could; no one else would even try.

Terry bends over you, his chest pressing against your back, one hand pushing your face further into the couch until you struggle to breathe. “Not that I plan on letting anyone else touch you, isn’t that right, Y/N?” he asks smugly, and you nod your agreement frantically until he lets you up to gasp for breath. “Good girl,” he praises, and you shudder in response. He chuckles, catching the movement, and yanks your strapless bra down to your waist.

“You like that, huh?” he asks, plucking at your nipples with rough fingers and feeling them stiffen, and you let out a wordless moan, unable to articulate a response. “You like being a good girl for me, don’t you?” he purrs, and you arch against him as he pinches a nipple.

“Fuuuck!” you scream out as he pushes you closer to the line between pain and pleasure. “Yes, Terry!” you cry, both because you want to tell him what he wants to hear and because it’s the truth. Something about the way those words sounded in his mouth sent a jolt of arousal through your whole body every time he said them; you would worship him at his feet if he asked it of you. He suddenly stops, sliding off the couch and taking a few steps back.

“Show me,” is all he says, his eyes bright as he sees what you’ll do. Trembling with need, you slip off the couch and onto the rug, crawling over to his feet and kneeling in front of him. Looking up at him from under your eyelashes, you reach up and grab his belt. “Please?” you ask, begging to free his cock. A satisfied rumbling sound emanates from his chest as he takes in the sight, and he nods, unbuttoning his shirt as you undo his belt, pulling down his dress pants and underwear. Your mouth waters as you look at his cock, hard and throbbing for you, and move to stroke it with your fingers.

“No,” the command comes from above you, and you freeze, looking up at him questioningly. “You’ll be on your knees for me plenty, tonight. I want you on the bed,” he says matter-of-factly, lifting you to your feet with ease and shrugging out of his shirt. You find yourself distracted by his body, so broad and strong, with the perfect amount of silvery chest hair.

“You’d better make it up there before I do,” he warns, pausing to take off his remaining clothing. Your eyes widen and you back out of the room before turning and taking off down the hall. You hear the sound of his pounding feet just as you reach the bottom of the stairs; he was going to catch you. Frantically, you take the stairs two at a time, trying your best to escape him, but then he’s on you, tugging you back into his arms and laughing darkly in your ear. You feel his hard cock against you, with only your lace panties as a barrier keeping him from fucking you right on the stairs, and you shudder against him at the thought. You loved when he had his way with you.

“Not fast enough,” he tsks. “You’ll have to make up for that.” He drags you up the stairs by the arm and tosses you into his bedroom, pulling the door shut behind him. As if you would try to escape this.

“Go to the bed and bend over,” he demands, and you rush to obey, throwing yourself face-first onto the blanket and trying not to wiggle around, your toes curling against the carpet in anticipation. He takes his time walking over to you, as if he’s contemplating how long you’d stay that way for, holding yourself in place and waiting for his pleasure.

He snatches up your hands, and you feel the softness of silk as he binds your wrists behind your back with his necktie. You flex your shoulders, testing your range of motion, and feel the weight on the mattress shift. Standing up straight, you take in the sight of Terry spread out naked on the soft sheets, cock erect, hair flowing loosely to his shoulders in those gorgeous silver curls, looking like a king as he lounges against the pillows. He beckons you, two fingers curling in towards him, and you climb onto the bed with difficulty, trying to maintain your balance as you settle between his legs.

“Such a good fucktoy,” he murmurs approvingly, and you shift your position, the words sending little electric shocks of pleasure to your clit, “you went right where you belong, didn’t you?” You nod fervently, pleading with him with your eyes to give you something to help get you off, and he smirks, holding the base of his cock towards you. “Go on then, my little slut,” he encourages, “get my cock ready to fuck you.”

You lean forward, licking him all over as you try to adjust yourself into a comfortable position without falling face-first into his lap, not that you think he’d mind. Terry tilts his head back as you get to work, and sighs at the ceiling. He’d had a mirror up there in the 80’s; maybe he should have it reinstalled? He glances back to you in time to see you take his cock between your beautiful painted lips, his gaze turning hungry at the sight. You really were made for him, he mused, watching you struggle to take his cock without losing your balance. Letting him be rough with you like this was only one of the many reasons he’d had an engagement ring custom-made for you months ago; you were the only person who could take all of him, the good and the bad, all the way down to the darkest parts of him, and you had. He’d waited a lifetime for you, and now that he had you he didn’t plan on wasting a single second. He pulls himself out of his thoughts and gives you his full attention once more. Hearing you let out a strained whimper, his hips buck slightly at the sound.

“Arms sore already?” he asks with fake sympathy, loving to watch you struggle as you pleasure him. You make a muffled noise of agreement as he thrusts into your mouth again, the tip of his cock brushing the back of your throat and making you gag. He moans eagerly as your throat tightens around him, and winds a hand into your hair tightly, moving you to take him as he pleases. His guidance on your head actually makes it easier to maintain your balance, and you take him deeper into your mouth, holding still until you start to choke, just the way he likes. You look up at him with tears blurring your vision, feeling so wholly devoted to this man who treated you the way you needed and didn’t judge you for it, nor treat you like you were made of glass. Mine, you think to yourself as you stare into his eyes, knowing you possessed him as much as he did you.

“Oh yes, Y/N. You were made to worship my cock,” Terry groans, and you hum in response, the vibrations nearly sending Terry over the edge. He lifts you off his cock, dragging you up his body until you’re straddling one of his thighs. He kisses you deeply, wrapping his arms around you, his fingers coming together just below your bound hands. He guides your hips back and forth, and you moan loudly as his leg stimulates your clit.

“That’s right, grind against my thigh like the desperate little thing you are, and beg for it.” You whimper, shamelessly humping his leg, leaning back and thrusting your chest out towards him.

“Please, fuck me Terry!” you moan bouncing on his lap frantically. He clucks his tongue, calm and collected right now as if he hadn’t just been on the verge of snapping completely and fucking you six ways from Sunday.

“Come on, you can do better than that, can’t you?” he teases, toying with one of your nipples casually. “Unless… you don’t need to come?” he suggests, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Terry!” you cry out desperately, struggling to not scream in frustration. “No, Terry, please! I need you, I need your cock inside me, please, I’ll do anything!” you babble incoherently. “Please, baby, take me, use me, whatever you want, just fuck me!”

Terry laughs mockingly as you struggle to maintain any sense of composure, quickly undoing the knotwork around your wrists and freeing your hands. Before you can stretch your arms, he’s already flipped you both around, pinning your face to the bed with a hand in your hair, lifting your hips up, pushing your soaked underwear to the side and making you whimper, your hands fisting the blankets as you brace yourself for a thorough fucking.

“Well, since you asked so nicely, sweetheart,” he says, thrusting into you in one smooth motion, holding your hips in a bruising grip as you shriek into the mattress.

“I’m going to give you just what you deserve, just what you need.” He punctuates every word with a snap of his hips, fucking you harder and deeper with every thrust. “You were made to take my cock with that tight little pussy, weren’t you, Y/N?” he asks, pounding into you. “Weren’t you?!” he demands through gritted teeth, pulling you up by the hair when he gets no response.

“Yes, Terry! Made for you, just for you!” you cry out, sobbing from the intensity of the pleasure only Terry could bring you to.

“Damn right,” he growls, spanking you for good measure. “You’re going to take all of me, every day, whenever I want you, Y/N.” You feel his thrusts coming faster now, and you know he’s getting close.

“Yes, please!” you beg, right on the edge yourself. “Use me baby, please! I need you to pump me full, Terry, please come in me!” This sets him off, and he thrusts into you a few more times before holding his hips still and biting your shoulder as he comes deep inside you.

“My girl,” he pants into your ear, lowering you both to the mattress and collapsing on top of you. You find the weight comforting as you slowly come down from your own high, trying to get your breathing under control. The room is quiet except for both of your breathing, and you both feel incredibly satisfied.

Terry rolls off of you suddenly, flipping you over carefully, and runs his hands gently over your body, taking in your tear-stained face, seeming almost shy. “Are you alright, sweetheart? Was it too much? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks with concern, and your heart melts at the sight.

“Just in the good ways,” you respond cheekily, placing your hands over his as he finishes checking you over. He rolls his eyes playfully, kissing you on the forehead before laying down beside you in a huff. You roll to the side, bringing your arm up to his chest, toying with the soft hair there and kissing his bicep. He laughs softly at your actions, chest rumbling, and you melt into him further. While you loved the rough, dominant side of Terry this sweet, relaxed side of him was your favourite.

“Don’t get too comfortable, my dear,” he croons, hooking your leg around his hip as you nuzzle into him. “It’s your turn next.”

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A Trip Down Nostalgia Lane

This AU's been in existence for so long, and the most current iteration is so wildly different from the rest. As such, I felt it'd be kinda cool to show you guys how the AU's progressed over the years. I don't think it's too big of a problem to reveal what the initial plans were for each iteration, what I liked and didn't like, and my thought process behind forgoing the old ones

If you don't particularly care for all that, here's the iterations' major characters lined up. (Iteration 4 I only have revealed Asriel and Undyne, so the rest I've designed so far are silhouetted)

Iteration 0.5

Oh boy, where to begin with this one...?

I number it "0.5" and not "1" because there were only two parts that never even officially released on this Tumblr blog. I did upload Part 1 for an April Fool's joke a while ago. But really, it was only ever present on the TS!Underswap Discord server over half a decade ago.

To put it bluntly, Versotale at this point was just a reskinned Undertale roleswap AU. The personalities, while I tried to keep them intact, were not the main driving force. As such:

Asriel is a silent protagonist (And not in a cool clever way like Kris; I mean just straight-up silent)

The only difference with Undyne as a narrator was noting that Frisk was a human at the first save point

Flowey had a more formal speech pattern but was otherwise barely affected despite carrying Chara's consciousness. They weren't even named Asthana yet.

Frisk... well, I can give my past self this, he certainly made an effort to differentiate Frisk from Toriel. I can't say he did a GOOD job at that, but they certainly were different. Awkward dialogue, though, and not much sense behind why they were the mayor of the Ruins at 13 years old

Overall, you can 100% tell I made this as a young teen. Awkward dialogue, barely any effort put into the concept, unoriginal...

It's pretty easy to see why I forewent this version of the AU. Only two parts were ever made. I must thank @beethovenus who gave me a lot of very helpful critiques, such as giving Asriel a voice and making original sprites rather than using sprite edits, as well as encouraging me to make this Tumblr blog for it. Thus, brings us to what I'd like to consider the first PROPER attempt at this AU...

Iteration 1

Ah, this one... this ALSO lasted only two parts. Can't remember why. But I made a lot more headway on this one. Quality aside, I am happy that I had the guts to try and make original sprites of my own back then, even if they aren't particularly good compared to now.

This was where I really attempted to make the characters act noticeably different. Though there were still quite a lot of problems, some that would even persist all the way up until Iteration 4.

I wanted to give Asriel a combination of his regular and Flowey personalities. A cool idea on paper, but the lore doesn't support him acting like that well enough. Thus, I refer to this version of him as Sassriel. This was one of those problems that persisted up until Iteration 3.

Undyne having this snarky back-and-forth with Sassriel. Again, cool idea on paper, but it is not supported by her personality in Undertale, nor the altered circumstances in VT Iteration 1. Also, with Undyne being a disembodied consciousness, it means she's merely an observer of the story and not an active participant, meaning her dialogue got very boring very fast. Undyne in canon was always an active character, so putting her in a role that basically FORCED her to be a passive character was maybe one of the worst decisions I could've made that lasted way too long, all the way until Iteration 4.

You'll notice a whole bunch of characters that never actually saw the light of day in the comic. In the bottom row, starting from left to right, there would have been Pepper (Who DID have a design but I've lost it), Donavan, Dr. Aakil, Lily, and Queen Alice. There's not much to say about them story-wise since I mainly just got the designs down, and you can probably guess what the plot was gonna be like given this was the early days of the AU where it was still very much following the Undertale formula. I think the only UNIQUE things I should mention are that Aakil's version of the amalgamates would've been cyborgs.

Iteration 2

This is the one that's lasted the longest (so far), managing to push its way into the Cold West. I tried to break out of the Undertale formula a tiny bit with this one, to varying degrees of success. There's not much history I can recall or find with this iteration, but I suppose I can give a character rundown of the ones you never saw, ironically enough all positioned on the bottom row again.

Donavan... not very unique compared to Undyne. The main gimmick that separated him from her, I think, was that he had gloves designed by Aakil that were soul-powered.

Valencia... a new character who was meant to be an expanded version of Napstablook's role. Fun fact: Valencia's hooded trenchcoat design there was originally Pepper's Iteration 1 design.

Everyone else was... about what you'd expect.

Looking back on this version, I am... honestly very embarrassed by how badly I butchered the Cold West. I wanted to do so many cool things, like a bounty on Asriel's head and all. But my God... Spade and Pepper sucked so much. Especially Pepper. For characters who at this point were meant to be this AU's replacement of Sans and Papyrus... what poor substitutes.

And honestly, I think that's why I scrapped this one; because I hated the Cold West and how I did it. It felt rushed, awkwardly-written, bad characterization, horrifically-bad puzzles, etc. Thus, Iteration 3 was made.

Iteration 3: Hybrid

I nicknamed this short-lived one "Hybrid" for multiple reasons.

It's where Deltarune became an extremely prevalent influence in Versotale's universe. So no longer is Versotale just an Undertale AU, it can also be considered a Deltarune AU as well.

Many characters could be considered hybrids at this point. Asriel and Undyne shared determination and a body. And, more interestingly, the Mettaton role also shared a body with Mettaton. More about that in a bit

When I was making Part 10-B of Iteration 2, Iteration 3 was meant to flow naturally into it, effectively replacing all of what had came beforehand. That never worked out.

Ultimately, I abandoned this version because it just simply wasn't doing it for me. By this point, the project was beginning to feel stale and boring. Despite my attempts to make a new unique storyline, it just kinda... felt like it was still following in Undertale's footsteps far too much. I mean, you've got the protagonist kid, an old fallen member of their species, the double-crossing flower, a mentor who's lived in a secluded area all their life, a chef who wants to join the guard, a tough grizzled guard captain, a morally-dubious scientist, a celebrity, a monarch... you see how I became dislliusioned with the quality of what was supposed to be my "Unique Undertale storyline." The most unique thing at this point WAS probably Spade. But still, many elements of this version of the story were very fleshed-out. I tried to turn Pepper into a character who wasn't just a bargain-bin Papyrus clone, I had come up with a more unique Hotland area, and it probably could've turned out really nice.

I think the thing I genuinely really liked from this old version was that Shella (This iteration's celebrity character) actually was also possessed by Mettaton. There was this huge backstory thing where the scientist character had monster dust and was injecting humans with it, and since Mettaton was a ghost, his consciousness became attached to Shella's and served as her sort of "assistant." He gave her all the tips and confidence to become famous and gave Mettaton the opportunity to indirectly entertain humans like he always wanted. While a cool idea on paper, having... well, essentially Mettaton technically in the same place as canon Undertale again just felt cheap and lazy. Not to mention it only continued my disillusionment with my "unique story" being far too similar to Undertale for comfort.

But the Surface shenanigans this iteration... man, for as weird as Gaster being king was, I had such a cool thing planned for all the Ebottobia characters. It's something I wanna carry over into Iteration 4 to a certain extent.

Iteration 4: "King Asriel"

This one's really freaking cool. Going back to the drawing board completely, the story resembles almost nothing like Undertale's, with the sole exception of the main premise: People underground, free them from imprisonment through peace or violence.

I'm so proud of these ideas so far, you have no idea. The new Ruins area I'm excited for, the new Cold West feels like an actual proper flowing storyline now, the other areas have way more uniqueness, the characters feel like their own characters with their own stories now (Even the ones that appear in canon), the plot feels completely different... I think you all are really going to like it

That's all. Just felt like taking a trip down memory lane and share some ideas and designs the public never got to see.

#undertale #undertale au #versotale

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axe8472 · 11 months

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I have thoughts in my brain about six of crows and they may or may not make sense. So. The thing is when people talk about how the crows couldn't possibly be 16-18 because they're overly mature and competent and have life experience etc etc. i get that BUT is that not the whole point? I mean the books really hammer it home that notions of childhood in their world are entirely different from ours, like to the point where i would even say it's a main theme and kinda the driving force behind all the events in the duology.

Kids are taken away from their parent at like 11 to train as soldiers. Kaz was all alone in Ketterdam at 9 years old and there doesn't seem to have been any functioning system of care for kids like him, nor mandatory schooling. In Fjerda, it seems like the closest thing to foster care is being taken on by the Druskelle. Inej started training as an acrobat pretty much as soon as she could walk and was playing starring roles in performances by the time she was 14 (and probably a fair bit younger). I don't remember Jesper's backstory perfectly but I think he was put to work in the jurda fields (a hazardous agricultural job) as a small child, then worked with guns in some way, then got sent to school in a different country when he was like 15. This isn't exclusive to the crows - it's mentioned a lot that there are many kids in situations similar to Kaz and Inej in the Barrel. Even Joost, despite seemingly being quite sheltered, is working full time night shifts as a guard when he's not even old enough to grow facial hair.

It seems that there's just much more of a vocational focus for kids/teenagers in the grishaverse. This makes a lot of sense because many elements of culture across the grishaverse countries come from the ~1800s when the attitude towards kids was that they weren't all that different from small, inexperienced adults, especially in working-class and rural settings where you just had to get on with things. Kerch especially took inspiration from victorian England, where kids as young as 9 could legally work up to 60 hours a week in dangerous conditions. So yeah that's kind of the whole point imo. It's especially interesting because I read the soc duology as a (potentially semi-unintentional?) criticism of capitalism. This is highlighted by the fact that Wylan, the only one of the crows from a rich background, is also the only one who had a childhood and got an education even vaguely comparable to what we would consider normal. So clearly the whole childhood innocence vs being put to work at like 4 thing is closely tied to class. (obviously Wylan did not have A Good Childhood but it seems from the books that the standard for merchers' kids is to give them a really good and varied education with 1-to-1 tutoring etc, which is very different from what all the other characters seem to have had as kids.)

And okay yeah they're unrealistically skillful and competent and just generally smart, but that would be the case even if they were adults. Like you kinda have to just take liberties with your characters of they'll never manage to do anything, especially in a world that's so hostile toward them. And it's actually kinda hard to even say how unrealistic their capabilities are because their experiences are so different from the experiences of real-life modern teenagers. Like kids are crazy adaptable and good at learning things, especially when they've had no other choice, and the crows actually mostly have quite a lot of experience and had time to develop their respective skills because they haven't spent 8+ hours a day in school for most of their lives. The same goes for the degree of adult-ness in their general behaviour - they're really quick thinkers and less likely to panic in a crisis than any teenager I've ever met. Again I'd say that's the whole point. The charaters are acting older than they have any right to because the experiences they've had have forced them to develop the capacity to do so.

Idk maybe i just read it differently to some people but yeah i think that cross-cultrually throughout the grishaverse children just have very very different experiences to kids in real life. It makes sense that they would then grow up to be very different from real-life teenagers, and obviously the crows are an extreme example of that but there is like. clear historical inspiration behind a lot of the crows' backstories and the general cultural backdrop of the duology. And the whole thing with the books is yeah they're doing all of this stuff and they're capable of these amazing things but actually they are literally children and they are doing all of it mostly for the sake of survival and taking back the things that they deserve from the world. And everything they've done for years and the people that they've become has all been for the sake of survival. And they're kids.

#my posts #soc #six of crows #i hope this makes sense i did not proofread it and i took like a total of one english class in school rip #there's also something to be said here for survivor bias like the book is written about this group of kids who've survived in a very #hostile world #partially because of certain capacities or gifts they already had and partially because they are unusually smart and adaptable #if they weren't then they wouldn't have lived to that age anyway yk?#okay ill stop now #also i know this piece of writing is not up to academic quality its because im using it to procrastinate on my academic work #dont go to school kids its not worth it #the fact that i wrote these 800+ words in less than an hour and im still gonna have to write twice as fast in my 4.5 hour exam next week #okay ill stop now im done

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cursedvibes · 4 months

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As antagonist who do you think is better between Sukuna, Kenjaku, or Toji? Why? How will you rank them?

Hm, that's a bit difficult. Toji's character arc is already over, while Sukuna and Kenjaku are currently at the height of theirs, meaning a lot could change for them. Toji is also only a minor antagonist. His presence has a broader effect on jujutsu world, but more because of his heavenly restriction and lineage not as an antagonist. I think Mahito would've been a better pick in terms of comparable roles in the story. But anyway, if I had to rank them, I'd do it something like this...

(Toji >) Kenjaku > Sukuna

Toji

Toji is the antagonist of Hidden Inventory and I think he did a good job with that. Geto and Gojo are supposed to protect the Star Plasma Vessel and he challenges them in that and also fundamentally alters their life through their encounter, forcing them to re-examine their values and change as a person. His existence affected Gojo until the day he died, even after his own defeat. By killing the Star Plasma Vessel permanently he also has an effect on the broader world and nicely helps Kenjaku with their plan. So yeah, he did what he needed to do very well. Don't really have anything to complain here that's why I put him first, but I don't think you can compare him that well to Kenjaku and Sukuna.

Kenjaku

Kenjaku is the main antagonist of the story. They push the narrative forward, without them jjk wouldn't have much of a plot, and they also propose structural challenges to the entire system. Their actions change the world so fundamentally that there is no way to return to status quo. They force the protagonists to act and question the system they were used to, while also evolving on a personal level through the many challenges they live through. Kenjaku also poses a threat that goes beyond them as a person. Killing them won't fix the damage they have done. It won't stop the Culling Game (might make it even harder to do that with the current rules) and it likely will accelerate the merger too. Contrary to Sukuna, the protagonists are forced to consider the structure of their world to stop their plan, it will take more than just pure strength to really defeat Kenjaku. Fitting because Kenjaku is not very strong compared to all the power houses on the protagonist side and was never interested in fighting either. Instead the main characters have for example the challenge that destroying the Purification Barriers around Japan could stop the Culling Game and the merger, but it would also increase the ferocity of curses and would essentially forever destroy the foundation of jujutsu society.

What also makes Kenjaku a good antagonists that goes beyond merely the chess master archetype is their improvisation, love for chaos and novelty, and personal attachments. The accomplishment of their long-standing goal is tied to giving up a close friendship, the person who probably understood them best, and we see Kenjaku struggle with that decision after they have done it. Takaba's appearance makes them question their approach and goals and shows us readers that Kenjaku is actually after very simple things that can be summarized by their requirements for friendship: have an equal friend by their side and be entertained. This makes them a lot more human and their drive more understandable beyond simply fun in seeing destruction, chaos and suffering from a detached mastermind position.

Yuuji fits in there as well. He shows that despite the trauma Kenjaku puts him through, they care on some level and he isn't merely one of many test subjects. The motherhood angle gives Kenjaku another layer of investment in the actions of the protagonists and again breaks their actions, despite their wide-reaching world-altering consequences, down to something personal. It also emphasizes how wrong and cruel Kenjaku's experiments are, since they are capable of hurting someone they care about and consider a son.

My only complaint with Kenjaku is exactly their connection to Yuuji, however. That relation has been used very well to give Kenjaku more depth, but we have been getting absolutely nothing for Yuuji. As it stands, Kenjaku didn't need to be Yuuji's mother, he could just be a test subject they really like, and not much would change, certainly not from Yuuji's perspective. He's been thrown around by Kenjaku's schemes like a ping-pong ball and yet doesn't seem to care nor hold particular disdain for Kenjaku. That needs to change. There needs to be some sort of interaction between him and Kenjaku or for Yuuji to at least reflect on the connection they share. Kenjaku is a great main antagonist, but how good of an antagonist they are for Yuuji is still up in the air. All depends on how well what has been set up about their relation will be executed.

Sukuna

Sukuna is a good antagonist for Yuuji. Not as good as Mahito in my opinion, but still very effective. His mere presence alters Yuuji's life and both when becoming his vessel and when having that role ripped away from him, Yuuji is forced to reconsider his stance on his own life and death and what he wants out of both of them. How he wants to live and how he wants to die. Especially taking Sukuna out of Yuuji was a very good idea. First Yuuji grappled with what it means to essentially become a sacrificial lamb and have his whole being objectified as being merely a convenient way to kill a dangerous foe. However, he started to settle into those circumstances and adopted the cog mentality. By robbing himself of personhood he protected himself against others doing it and it was also a way for him to see his life and death as valuable. By making his life worthless he can improve those of others. But then that role was taken from him as well, just when he had resolved to his death. Now he is searching for a new purpose and seems to have found it in killing Sukuna with the help of others and saving Megumi from being Sukuna's new vessel, even or especially by giving up his own life. We have also seen that this has forced Yuuji to take on a more active role and not just let himself be lead by what Gojo or Megumi want of him. He is taking the lead role in planning on how to take down Sukuna and so far his plan has been very effective.

Back to Sukuna, I think he is best in short explosive moments like his massacre in Shibuya or when jumping from Yuuji to Megumi. These are brutal, shocking and shake Yuuji deeply. He heightens Yuuji's guilt with both actions and makes him question everything, all his convictions. However, I think the longer Sukuna is around, the more he loses that effect and often turns all too quickly from threatening to school yard bully. I don't mean that as him having a particular hate for the power Yuuji holds over him (something which is especially humiliating with the importance he puts on strength and weakness) and acting petty because of that, but I mean in general. Especially during the current showdown in Shinjuku I think he very easily becomes a quite generic Big Bad Evil Villain. Doesn't help that we don't know a whole lot about his goals and ideology yet beyond "meet people who can challenge him" and "might makes right".

I think what we need with him is similar to what we got with Kenjaku, meaning make it more personal. Less "stop Godzilla from destroying Tokyo" and go more into depth on the connection between him and Yuuji. Make him face the power Yuuji can have over whim and have him be the one to question his beliefs for once, since he so firmly classifies Yuuji as weak, even if he acknowledges small improvements in skill. Something like Higuruma's domain would have been the perfect set-up for that because they are on an equal playing field there. But as we saw, Sukuna ran from that opportunity. Seems like we now have to wait for the numbers to dwindle for Yuuji and Sukuna to have a meaningful confrontation where we get a real clash of their principles. Think the finale of Yuuji and Mahito's fight. Mahito was such an effective antagonist for Yuuji not just because he was cruel, but he was also a very personal challenge for Yuuji and both of their beliefs were altered through their fights. That's what we need for Sukuna as well. Throwing ally after ally at him in the ever-same dusty landscape is getting a bit boring. Narrowing the scope would help a lot I think.

#asks #jjk spoilers #kenjaku #ryomen sukuna

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a-libra-writes · 1 year

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HIII!! can i ask, how do you write Mordecai Heller?? THANK YOUU!!

hmm Ill try to answer this best I can and try not to ramble too long but we'll see how that goes... Im not gonna act like im an expert or whatever, this is just my thought process ig? ALSO Im ace and so is he, and I add my own experiences into my writing. Anyway the long version here:

so first thing's first!! READ THE COMIC ALSO THE SIDE COMICS ALSO ALL THE EXTRAS bc esp the extras, you get to see a lot of his personality pre-Marigold. It's two very distinct points in his life - I'd venture to say that pre-Lackadaisy and early Lackadaisy Mordecai are also very different (and that makes sense - he was a kid, and he was with the Lackadaisy crew for 7 years). He has a very distinct character progression that in my opinion is very interesting and well-written!

actually, p much all lackadaisy characters are well-written, but mordecai is a fun case because he just has so much going on: his social skills are abysmal, and he doesn't seem to find it a problem. he has committed brutal murders and executions and considers them 'just business'. he doggedly pursues discrepancies. he fixates on things being neat and symmetrical if possible. He can deal with things not being that way, for a time (note when he's covered in bloody and filthy from a job, he doesn't freak out - because that's Business (tm) and he can just wash up anyway. But a driver getting a snot mess all over the car he has to drive in all the time? Unforgivable.) he grew up in squalor and has a serious phobia of spiders and rats. He's emotionally repressed in more ways than one. He's queer and is deeply uncomfortable with people (especially women) touching him or showing interest. He still thinks about his sisters fondly. he also thinks they're better off without him. He actually found a friend (or more) in Viktor and he'd never, ever, ever say it, and his way of keeping his friend out of crime and 'protecting' him was by shooting his kneecaps. his sense of humor is crap, and he doesn't understand why his mannerisms would be considered amusing. he got into crime at a young age, doing gangster's finances for them. as a kid.

im missing some other tidbits, but you get it. the dude is real interesting to think about and write, to say the least.

I think a lot of writing mordecai, esp if you're writing a more romantic fic or even if it's just platonic - he's so closed off! part of why the Savoys are so interested in him is they've worked with him a year and he just doesn't loosen up or talk much about himself. he and viktor knew each other seven whole-ass years and you think they ever talked about their families? how they came to know atlas? what they thought about the job? granted, Viktor is just as closed-off himself, but you get what im saying. he has a serious problem with letting people in, and part of writing him is getting a crowbar and figuring out which spot to put it in and bend it juuuust enough to open something up.

ok that metaphor went somewhere weird, but you get me. and, if im being honest, a LOT of what i channel is my own asexual experience. I used to be very touch averse, especially to the opposite gender - to the point where i'd panic if I felt a man was "too close" (i.e. less than 2 feet) and "lingering" (aka minding his business). I didnt mind my friends hugging me, but I didnt really like the cuddle sessions my female friends wanted to do, and after a point, I disliked hugs from my male friends. if a guy was crushing on me? Hell no, he wasnt going near me, even if I thought he was cute too (when I was younger I DEF had a thing for my female friends too, but i registered that as 'gaaaaal paaaals' for the LONGEST time until I accepted I was bi) There was like - an undercurrent of fear and anxiety. It took me a long time to identify why. while other people seemed delighted when people they liked held their hands and hugged and kissed, it sent me into a panic.

eventually i figured out my thought process: physical affection will inevitably lead to sex, and bc i thought i was straight, there was the terrifying thought of ... oh god if i date a guy he'll expect me to have sex. oh no oh no oh no-

(and no, no one taught me much about consent or taking things slow or talking to your partner. i had to figure it out, which sucked.)

all this to say ... when I write Mordecai, especially in a romantic sense, I kind of channel that anxiety I felt in my teens and early 20s. and like, this is the 1920's!!!!* Not to mention his upbringing, and of course his line of work - where he definiately cant have feelings getting in the way of murdering someone. I think this adds up to someone whose repressing themselves - their sexual thoughts (or lack thereof), memories of family, romantic thoughts, platonic thoughts, and so on.

I like to think - again, this is fanfiction, I seriously doubt it'll come up in the comics - in a romantic relationship (or even an intense platonic one), he gets intense about it. Because Mordecai is an intense guy - you can't hatchet up someone "because i was told to", or kneecap a friend you wanted to "protect", or switch sides to your father figure's rival and pretend like you betrayed everyone just to investigate that father figure and not be, uh. some kind of Intense. I often think that, in a relationship, his jealousy and confusion/apprehension around affection and sexuality would be just as intense. And eventually, the feelings of loyalty and devotion ... once he finally lets himself have it. Because I also think, to some degree, he doesn't think he should have it - just like he thinks his sisters and mother should just leave him behind.

when im writing him in the romantic sense - as I began to accept and understand my sexuality, and talk through my feelings with my partner (also generally have better mental health, my touch averseness got a lot better.** Again, Im also kind of projecting my feelings and experiences onto Mordecai regarding this. I like to think that, once he really trusts someone and allows them to touch him, other barriers begin to tumble down. its like raw nerves being touched sometimes, but he steadily gets used to it and eventually takes solace in it (now getting him to ADMIT that srfjsdfs--)

anyway! As always, fanfic is fanfic. You are free to characterize this murdercat however you wish. These are just the jumbled thoughts that run around in my brain.

* Asexuality, like homosexuality and many shades of queerness, was considered an illness. IF anyone even acknowledged asexuality at all - its definition and terminology hadn't really caught on until the 1970's, though the Kinsey scale attempted to address it (and Jennie June attempted to write and define this in the 1920s, but I seriously doubt her writings were widespread).

**A stranger can brush past me or put a hand on me and I only have a few seconds of anxiety. My friends and family can hug me for a while, or I can cuddle up to them. I don't mind my husband cuddling or kissing me at all anymore; he's actually the one person I can tolerate sustained affection from. A huge part of this change came from accepting and understand my asexuality as part of me. I wasnt "messed up" and "broken".

#libra yaps and talks and doesnt shut up !!!! challenge #libra says #mordecai heller x reader #kinda ?? idk what do i tag this #the lackadaisy tag doesnt need my shit LOL

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