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asakiooi · 2 years

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Overtime - Relationship Headcanons

Happy Valentine’s Day! These are just small tid bits of what came into my mind if they were in a relationship. Also forgive me if I mess up a few words or the grammar doesn’t make sense, I’m always sleep deprived so I’m running on my last 30% of brain energy.

For Emery and Annette headcanons: Sorry if these headcanons seem like they’re written for a particular group of people. I am a bi woman and this is my first time writing romance for a female character. I’ve read many romantic stories and headcanons of other female characters however I’ve only ever self inserted myself being in a relationship with them, making me more used to f/f relationships when it comes to headcanoning female characters. However, I am still trying in making everything gender neutral because I want to include everyone, advice is welcomed!

Also I apologize Josiah’s are different from the others. His is mostly talking about dates because I already wrote many headcanons about him specifically.

Josiah

Would be a chill person to be around if it’s only you. He doesn’t interact with the others as much.

He wouldn’t go outside much but if you insisted he would go to a park with you or something and walk alongside you. Overall not much of a outside guy. Trying to imagine him hiking on a long trail would be hilarious, just constant heaving 20 minutes in. He won’t leave until you leave though. He will not risk you being out of his sight and potentially having danger come to you.

Find something you guys can do together otherwise gaming is going to be the No. 1 spot in hanging out. Josiah would probably prefer to play fps/pvp games to de-stress and troll other players for fun. Would I see him playing animal crossing or other sim games? Yeah. He gives no damn about what games he plays tbh, as long as he’s with you he’s good. If he sees you play animal crossing he’ll ask you for your friend code. He’ll even constantly visit your island to bug you while you’re doing chores or decorating. His island would look cluttered and chaotic however it would still have his charm added into it. Somehow manages to keep a 5 star rating despite all the crap he has on his beaches.

If you like going out while on dates he complies no complaints. Taking you out to eat is leaned onto more. Not to a high end restaurant or anything (once in awhile if you do want to go to those restaurants) but more of a humble and nice place. You want to try out some of his favorite dishes? Hell yeah, he’ll take you out to his favored Vietnamese restaurant.

Josiah can cook basic meals and instant foods. Eggs, spam over seasoned rice, chicken n rice, etc. Has never tried to cook anything other than easy meals because he didn’t have a reason to. Doesn’t mean he’ll make a bad cook though, if you ask him maybe he could make something more extreme. Though he can cook the most you’ll see this man eat are instant foods so for the love of god, start hanging his gaming console over his head and make him eat healthier.

Baking with him! So cute, you’d be doing most of the work though. It’s not because he is incompetent or whatever, he just likes to have fun with you! Teasing you left and right while you batter some chocolate, sticking his finger in the said chocolate and then wiping it over your face, maybe he’ll kiss you… or maybe he’ll start a chocolate marking war with you. He likes having fun with you the most as long as you’re okay with it! Only with you, of course.

During work he usually does his own thing and will only stick around you for the most part. If you need him he’s there.

Him comforting you after getting berated by another employee would be him holding you in some way. He’s not the best with advice or words but he’s there with you. Don’t ask about the rips on his shirt though.

After all, he’s used to it.

Cons for this man: Uhhh there’s a lot already. But besides the obvious of why, I’ll say that his codependency rises up the chart when you both start dating. State your boundaries with him and he will try to respect them. As long as he is not in a horrible state of mind, he is more likely to listen to you.

Last thoughts: Quality time man! I said this before and I’ll say it over and over again. Him being around you makes him happier than stabbing those who bad mouthed you earlier! His devotion to you is “inspiring”.

Damian

Polite man. He’s very eloquent so it’s easy to be in a conversation with him. However he does come as stand-offish. He means well.

Already a canon hockey player. He will teach you how to play hockey on your off days if you ask! I see him a bit of a perfectionist so teaching you how to play properly is more on the table for him rather than just standing and joking around. If you don’t want to though it’s fine! When he plays hockey during his free time you are more than welcomed to watch him and cheer for him! Even if it’s not official he appreciates you and always basks in your praises.

Speaking of praises, keep praising him. I swear to god keep praising him. Especially for his skills in hockey. He basks in your sea of praises and eats every single one of them. Becomes flustered for the rest of the day.

Imagine him covering his face after you praise him.

An active person. Since his job stresses him out he spends his time outside just de-stressing in nature. So on your dates you both would be out and about doing something. Doesn’t have to be hiking or whatever. Damian won’t mind spending the day at home with you as long as it’s not all the time.

Bring a camera on your dates! He would love to look at the photos you took of your dates and just smile at em. Would put them in a album.

Since you’re the only exception in the workplace, he would assist you with whatever work that needs to be done. He’ll scold or decline anyone else who asks (Gavin) and continue on with his work. However with you… he’d make the exception. If he sees you being all sickly, tired, exhausted, etc, he’ll quickly go over to your cubicle, push you slightly away from the computer, finish your work in the span of 3 seconds, carry you, take you home, and put you in bed with the proper necessities laid out next to you. All of this while he’s lightly scolding you, comforting you, and cursing the damn workplace like it’s a spell.

When you both are in the office he tends to be more professional however if you need him to comfort you etc he will! He would either quickly finish his work or set it aside and just open his arms. He knows how much being heard can help someone (given his background, I’m assuming his parents always shoved their beliefs and stuff on him and he never had the chance to do the things he wanted) so he wholeheartedly listens to you vent. If you want silence he can do that as well!

He’s patient, so if you have a hard time talking about certain things, doing certain things, etc, he understands. He’ll wait until you’re ready.

He’s the kind of partner to push you outside of your comfort zone, so be prepared!

Since he knows you and Josiah are good friends he refrains from talking bad about him. Other than complaining to you about his cans crowding his space, he holds his tongue. Even though he loves you, he wants to keep you away from Josiah. The look of that man has definitely encouraged Damian to keep you away from him at all costs.

One con I would have to say about him is his vulnerability. I can see him bottling up his emotions and closing them off. He’s used to staying professional and saying nothing too harsh to keep the peace, so please let him know it’s okay to feel and express his more negative emotions!

Last thoughts: Words of affirmation would be his love language! He loves you and in his own time he would say very sweet things to you! He would 100% be more happier if you give him the same energy too. Overall very sweet man.

Gavin

A really cool person to be around. A relaxing aura and a overall positive personality, how can you hate the guy?

Would ask to do a reading for you (if you’re not familiar, tarot reading specifically). He knows a lot more than he lets on. The moment he saw you he’s like “they’re my soulmate fr”.

Something you both could do is just vibe out at home or outside and do relaxing activities. He’s not as active as Damien however he does like to be outside and do his own thing. I imagine him refocusing himself in nature to tune himself spiritually. He’d introduce you to his hobby if you know zero to little about it! He would also appreciate it if you were open minded as he got called “crazy” or “delusional” for being interested in these things. He is really passionate about this so if you were 100% interested in what he does he would SWOON.

If you are the same as him he would be over the moon. He wouldn’t show too much on front but inside he’s just so damn happy, having to meet his soulmate and finding out they’re into the same stuff he is into?? Mans would collapse.

If you have your reservations about spirituality and magick he understands though. He’ll do his own thing and you’ll do yours.

Cue in him gifting you his crystals. He thought about you for one second and said “Hm hm they said that they were getting anxious recently, I’ll give them an amethyst!” Ooh! And when you guys get even closer to the point of potential life commitment, he’ll give you a Kunzite, a crystal of love and devotion!

At work you and him already work together on the same floor so during lunch time he would just go up to your cubicle and have the both of you head somewhere. Conversations between you guys would flow smoothly and either consist of crazy things or level headed topics. He makes time for you, mostly because he is usually waiting for something to update or process through. Oddly enough, he gets his work done pretty quickly.

Larp with him and the both of you can be the IT floor menaces teasing Damien every so often with “Hm hm!”.

He smiles often but when he genuinely smiles? It will be the prettiest sight ever laid onto mere eyes.

If you need him to use his powers to read into people and get information about them he will do so. However he tends to leave some information ambiguous and sometimes even gives you lies of omissions. Could it be for fun or your safety?

Very intuitive! He can catch on to your feelings pretty quickly! If you’re upset the first thing he’ll do is try to soothe you and make you less upset. He’ll try to make joke or tell you a interesting story to take your mind off things. 50/50 on advice-talking. May or may not make things a bit worse.

Knows everything about everyone. Not even Josiah would be safe if Gavin looked into him more.

One con about him, I’d say that he would have the tendency to avoid problems by staying away from them even though they need to be intervened with. If you want to confront him head on the best thing to do is to never wait for the “moment”. It will come no matter if you are prepared for it or not.

Last thoughts: Gift giving is the way this man goes! Gavin loves seeing your face brighten up when he presents you with his crystals. He goes out of his way to memorize what you like and don’t like, so when you see all of the things you wanted for the past few months on your cubicle don’t act surprised when you see Gavin occasionally looking over his shoulder and at you. He’s waiting for that kiss on the cheek.

Emery

She is a hard worker and fighter. Her determination to get through tough times inspires you.

Emery likes to get things done and quick. She prioritizes duty and prefers to have things orderly. On dates she would want to plan a well organized schedule packed with things to do whether the date is inside or outside. It mostly goes well on almost every date.

I am imagining a coffee date in a humble establishment. It would have the right amount of people in there and the right amount of quality put in those drinks. After that you both would head somewhere bustling. Maybe a mall where you could ask her which clothes you should wear to the upcoming work party? Or even the city square to visit shops until daylight runs out.

Probably the most versatile to dates. She’s okay with home dates and outside dates as long as they’re not dangerous. When you both are on outside dates she packs necessities, towels, first aid, etc just in case! With inside dates like at her house, she makes sure she has necessary things in order to make you comfortable! Before you head to her house, she wants to cook up something just in case you haven’t had your fill. Not necessary you said? Okay, how about some snacks?

Polished inside and out of her house. Compliment her choice of decoration! She works hard to make this house comfortable to live in. She has good decorum compared to the others.

When you both get closer she might offer to cook lunches for the both of you if she sees you aren’t doing to well. She will be more than happy to accept.

If you do the same for her, she will be very appreciative! Albeit a little uncomfortable because she isn’t used to others going out of their way for her. Nonetheless she is very happy that you think of her.

She used to be lonely at work until you finally talked to her, she was reserved at first but never pushed you away, now she has a partner she can happily call hers! If she sees you being scolded/harassed by the people at work, she will forcefully grab your hand and take you away from them, only giving them a dirty glare as a goodbye. After that, she would set you down near a break room and prepare a warm drink for you. If you wanted to vent she will listen and add her input in when needed. If you were a bit more somber she would just embrace you and offer her warmth to comfort you.

She would literally fight for you. She’s not a total professional fighter however she knows some techniques and moves on the side. Her reflexes are crazy too!

She would last the longest against Josiah. Should she ever catch Josiah with a knife in his hand and you on the ground, all hell breaks loose.

One con for Emery is her insecurities of being needed. She wants to be of some use, to have something to do besides stand around and watch everyone ignore her very being. When she finally dates you, her need to be useful springs up. Remind her it’s okay to not always do things for you to show you her love. Talk and work through ways for her to express herself more. You can also compromise with her to do equal acts of service together!

Last thoughts: Acts of service is her love language! She smiles to herself imagining how appreciative you’ll be in the afternoon when she shows you the next lunchbox, how you’ll trade pieces of meat and vegetables with her, and how you’ll gush over her thoughtfulness and consideration.

Annette

Peppy and hopeful. Being a new worker has brought in a lot of pressure from her peers, however it seems she takes comfort in you.

Her ideas of date are a bit romanticized but all in good faith. Picnics, amusement parks, movie theaters, etc, it’s all simple but fun! She probably doesn’t consider most home dates as dates tbh. If it’s not a homemade dinner or a movie night, she’d consider it just a regular hangout between the both of you.

If you take her out to dinner, she’ll be a blushing mess! What is she going to wear? What if her hair tangles up in the middle of it? Even worse a stomach ache!

She will become anxious and more anxious up until she sees you come to pick her up. She immediately relaxes and tries to become more resistant to fear on the way there. On dates out to restaurants, she’ll always offer to pay full meal and if you won’t let her, 50/50! She won’t take no for an answer. She wants to be a good partner and that she is!

She does her best to look good for you, physically and status wise. She never wants to see you look at her with disgust or even worse, pity. She believes she might not be the best of all but she has you and she wants to build herself up to become the best version of herself. Let her know that she is enough for you and that you love her the way she is (or else *clocks gun*).

When she’s comfortable she tends to linger around you with a ghost of a touch. You make her feel secure and protected, so she attaches herself onto you when she starts feeling nervous.

At work, when you get called over by another co worker near the entrance she’ll watch with a bit of longing. Once you start showing signs of discomfort though she’ll pick up on it. In a split moment of decision making she’ll come up to you and tell you about a emergency on the upper floor slightly stumbling her words in the process. She’ll grab your arm and drag you to the elevator area, not sparing a single glance to the person who was talking to you just now. She would be very anxious afterwords but she’s more focused on you who was just put in a uncomfortable situation. Reassure all is well thanks to her. She would be very satisfied with herself for being able to protect you in her own way as you did with her.

Since she is still very new there, a lot of employees tend to ignore her, scold her, or even harass her. She takes comfort in you after the ordeals. Though not required, she would feel a sense of relief if you were a fighter (as in a very resistant and feral if provoked) because she would know that if anything beyond that happened to her, you would immediately come to her defense.

She sees you as an inspiration, the way you carry yourself around the office, the way you don’t take shit from anyone else, and the fact that you are quick to be so easy going with the other workers. She has admired you from afar and developed a crush long before you even dated.

You both have become accustomed to going home together and that brings her peace. However she noted that sometimes when you went back to your office to retrieve something you had forgotten, a certain management worker would always linger in the area until you came back.

Cons I have for her… it would be her insecurities about herself as a person. As she is obviously meek and young, she has a tendency to want to rely on others and look up to them. She’s a follower and knows so, even though she really doesn’t want to be. The change won’t come if all she does is look and not do, so you would have to be up front with her and give her some confidence!

Last thoughts: A lover of physical touch! She wants to be secure and comforted by someone she trusts, leading all but for you to just cuddle with her and relax in bliss. Even at work with a single kiss or some loving hand holding she would immediately become motivated just to see you at the end of the day.

My goodness this took a very long time. Apologies if some headcanons are different from what you imagined the characters to be! I had half a brain when writing these and I just wanted to finish asap. Thanks for reading!

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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To Be Near

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: It’s Spencer and Reader’s first night together since he got out of prison.

Category: FLUFF/SMUT (18+), and a ‘lil bit of angst in there too (it’s mostly just kinda sad tbh)

Warnings: Mild language, Smut (oral sex- female receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk)

Word Count: 4.9k

Full Requests:

+ “...ahhh okay what about like a fluff&smut about seeing spencer after he got out of prison? like he’s all soft and “i wanna make love to you” ???” — @shatteredlovesick

+ “...First, congratulations on 1k! absolutely loved you “I’ve Got You” fic and was wondering if you could make something similar that has fluffy smut.” — @onesstop

MASTERLIST | 1K MASTERLIST

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Usually you loved the cold. Feeling the cool breeze on your face and cuddling up with blankets and cardigans and sweaters was just about the most comforting feeling in the world.

But no amount of blankets and cardigans and sweaters could have shaken the devastating chill that settled in your bones when Spencer was gone. And wearing his clothes only strengthened the loneliness that plagued you. It was a blaring reminder that he was spending his days actually behind bars and not with you, cuddled on the couch like you'd done a million times over. Like he should have been.

Sure enough, about a week went by and you barely saw him. The first time you'd seen him since he was released from prison was brief, right before he had to go back to work to get his mom back and safe to him. You held him close, breathing in as much of him as you could before he would be ripped away from you again, making sure he knew just how much you loved him and cared for him.

And what added salt to injury was the fact that even after he was released, he was incredibly busy. It seemed like bad thing after bad thing just kept happening, like a domino effect of evil that left you feeling colder. Because now you were plain scared. And alone.

Penelope was kind enough to text you with updates, and even though Spencer might have been physically okay, you knew that all of this stress and constant danger was probably eating away at him from the inside.

Eventually he'd called to let you know that everything was okay again, he and his mom on their way to a motel to recuperate in for a little while. Hearing his weary voice, broken and completely drenched in exhaustion was the only thing that kept you from begging him to come home to you— As much as you desperately needed him, wanted to comfort him, you knew that he needed time alone with his mom. So yet again, you'd told him how much you loved him and held on to the way he said it back, his soft voice humming low in your heart long after he hung up.

He texted you occasionally, little updates to let you know he was okay. And he rarely ever texted at all. Whenever he did it made your heart sing, seeing his naively adorable attempts at using emoticons coupled together with declarations of love or sometimes even stupid little jokes designed to put a smile on your face. You liked to imagine he sent them so he could picture your laugh in his mind, ringing out softly and sweetly as he read back your usual Lol, I love you, silly goose, or something along those lines.

When you finally did see him face-to-face again, it was days later. He briefly mentioned over text that his team was in trouble, but that it would be taken care of and that his mom was safe somewhere. Again your stomach twisted with nerves, hoping and praying that he would come back to you safely. It was always a possibility with his job that something bad would happen, as you've unfortunately witnessed a few times over, but the so-called comfort in knowing that truth didn't help ease your anxieties at all. Maybe they had once upon a time, but after the last few months, and even the last few days, you weren't sure you'd ever know true comfort until Spencer was safely in your arms for eternity.

He'd texted to say he was on his way over in the early morning, and your heart skipped several beats. And in attempt to make yourself look less disheveled and sleep-deprived, you put on a clean pair of clothes—sweats and a tank top with one of Spencer's cardigans—and brushed your hair. To make it all feel a little more real, you splashed cool water on your face and rubbed at your eyes to wake yourself up a bit.

You were patiently sitting on the couch, two warm cups of tea laid out in front of you on the low table when there was a knock on your door, followed by a soft, "It's me," ad you were to the door in an instant.

As always, the sight of him drove you half wild. He looked exhausted, his hair particularly messy and his clothing hung loosely around him. His eyes softened when he saw you, like he was finally in the one place he truly wanted to be, like he was home, and the sight of his bottom lip wobbling every so slightly was enough to have you pull him inside by the shirt and into your arms.

The bag slung over his shoulder dropped with a heavy thud to the ground, and both of his arms snuck to the back of your waist as you leaned up on your tip-toes and squeezed yourself into his body. Your arms clung to his neck, and the big sigh of relief that you felt leave his body utterly wrecked you.

The door to your apartment remained wide open as you stood there in the doorway and hugged each other, silently reuniting in a way that conveyed exhaustion and relief and comfort. There was a tinge of sadness there, too, and you knew it most likely stemmed from the self-deprecation you'd come to know Spencer was prone to. After all he'd been through in the past few months, you knew in your gut that feeling would most likely be very strong in his heart.

So you did your best to quell it, shoving your face further into his neck and running your hands through his hair as he squeezed you tight. Your heart pulled apart at the seams at the way he shook against you, low, shaky breaths that you knew to be cries expelling from his system at last. Deep down it was obvious that he hadn't taken the time to let it all out... Now that he was there with you, safe and out of harm's way, he had the freedom to let go in any way he chose, any way that would be easiest without any judgement or shame.

With you, Spencer was well and truly safe.

"I've got you," you breathed into his neck, your fingers gently massaging the back of his head. "I love you.

He tried to say it back, but when his throat willed to finally make a sound, all that came out was a choked sob.

You held him tighter and let him cry against you, his body going half-limp in your arms.

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By the time Spencer had finished crying enough for you to move inside, drink your tea in silence, take a well-needed and soothing shower together, and get into bed, it was only noon. He was snuggled into your side, his head resting on your chest as you combed through his damp curls with your fingers. His own fingers drew mindless patterns over the expanse of your stomach, his whole hand shoved up under your shirt and basking in the warmth you provided.

"I don't know about you, but I'm getting kinda hungry," you mumbled loud enough for him to hear. You'd been in silence for so long now, it almost felt too loud, even though you barely used your voice at all.

"I'd ask you to make your mac and cheese, but I don't want to leave the bed... I don't want to leave you."

You laughed a little, his head slightly bobbing at the motion. "I can order some Thai if you want. It won't be here for another half hour maybe, and we can stay in bed a little while longer."

"Okay."

You reached over to your bedside table, grabbing your phone and placing an order for delivery from your favorite Thai place. Just the thought of the food, saying the words out loud and feeling Spencer mutter soft Mmms into your skin at the thought of food made your stomach growl. You honestly weren't sure how long it'd been since you ate anything substantial, and Spencer was probably in the same boat.

Just as you promised, the both of you laid in bed for around thirty-five minutes before the food got there. He grumbled as you got up to answer the door, but you promised him you wouldn't be long and that after eating, you could stay in bed as long as you wanted to.

And that's what you did. You tried your hardest not to scarf everything down, not truly realizing just how hungry you were until the food was right in front of you, smelling as delicious as ever and ready to be consumed.

Spencer sat across from you at the table, though it was obvious in the way he kept looking up at you that all he wanted was to be touching you, to be enveloped in your warmth again. Your heart ached for him as you set your fork down and scooped more of the food onto it. Hoping to somewhat satiate his need to be near you, you reached your leg out under the table, dragging your bare foot over his calf. He smiled softly at you, his entire body seeming to relax again at your touch.

For the next ten minutes you ate in comfortable silence, your foot gently sliding up ad down his lower leg.

And when you were both finally done, he clung to you as you navigated the kitchen, throwing out garbage, putting dishes in the sink, and boxing up leftovers. His arms wrapped around your stomach as he stood behind you, his head resting on your shoulder and his hair tickling your cheek.

At one point you brought one of your hands up to brush his cheek, and your head careened to the side to give him a small kiss on the corner of the mouth. His hands slipped under your shirt then, fingers spreading and engulfing the surface area of your lower stomach. Their gentleness and warmth made you sigh as you slumped back against him, using your hand to cup his cheek as best as you could.

"I missed you so much, baby," you whispered, your thumb lightly stroking his bottom lip. Your wrist was cramping a little from the angle, but you didn't care.

Spencer leaned into your palm and kissed it gently, mumbling, "I missed you, too, sweetheart."

The relief and comfort that seeped out of his words made your heart swell, so much so that you couldn't stand it any longer. You turned around and hugged him again, your arms wrapping around his neck as his pressed firmly to your lower back. You squeezed him tight, peppering tiny kisses along his neck and shoulder blade. Eventually your kisses shifted along his jaw, then his cheek, and then you pressed the gentlest of kisses to his lips before moving to the other side and continuing your adventure along the other side of his neck.

He always loved when you kissed him like that, softly praising every inch of his skin through gentle lips and whispered I love yous in between.

You pulled back for a moment, smiling softly at him as your fingers interlocked behind his head, just at the nape of his neck.

"I... I don't know what I did to deserve you," he said with a slight crack in his voice. "I constantly put you through danger and worry, a—and somehow you still... still manage to make me feel like I deserve your love."

Your throat tightened, threatening to spill choked sobs. But you swallowed and pushed through, one of your hands sliding down over his neck and up to his cheek again. "Spencer, ever since I met you, all you've done is shower me with unconditional love and understanding. You... You teach me new things and you have this natural habit of making me feel like the only woman in the world. Every day, you show me how much you care about other people, and at the end of the day, that's all that matters. It's... The bad days are hard, sure, but when I see your face for the first time in days, sometimes weeks? God... Spencer, there's nothing that compares to that feeling."

You were teary-eyed now, and Spencer was full-on silently crying, tears streaming down his cheeks, and you wiped them all away as you spoke to him.

"So yes, of course you deserve my love... You deserve every ounce of love the world has to offer."

You leaned up and kissed him then, tasting the faint saltiness of tears combined with the food you'd just eaten. If it meant seeing him smile, making him feel comfort and love, you would have kissed away all his tears.

And you were going to, moving to pepper more kisses along his cheeks where the water had fallen, but he brought his hands to your face and kissed you deeper, his body sinking into yours and daring you to never leave him.

You wouldn't, as long as you lived.

You stood higher on your tip-toes and clung to his neck as he kissed you, lips sliding over yours perfectly. And though everything about the way he kissed you was a declaration of love and gratitude for your affections and undying support, you'd have be lying if you said your belly didn't pool with a low-burning heat, reminiscent of a pot of boiling water. His hands on your face, the way his thumbs brushed over your cheek and his tongue barely probed your lips open, all of it was more than enough to make you dizzy.

Eventually he moved to kiss your jaw, goosebumps forming over your skin as he whispered against you. "I love you so much, Y/N..." His lips pressed to your neck. "So..." Your jawline. "...damn..." Under your ear. "...much..."

You couldn't help the choked whimper that fell from your lips as he gently nibbled on your earlobe, right before he spoke again. His hands slid down over your arms and interlocked themselves with yours, his breath hot next to your ear. "Let me show you... Please..." He started kissing your neck again, just as one of his hands migrated to the hem of your shirt, slipping under the fabric and tracing featherlight lines into your side. You whined again as he mumbled against your neck.

"Let me make love to you..."

Those six simple words were more than enough to push you off the edge, unable to take any more of this low-boiling heat in your stomach. You hummed low in your throat as your hands grabbed his wrists and placed them at your hips, daring them to firmly grip you— And they did. Spencer's lips dragged up your neck before finding your lips once more, and the whine that escaped you was nothing if not desperate.

He continued kissing you all the way back to your bedroom. Once your legs it the end of the bed, you buckled and sat down, too weak in the knees to stay upright any longer. He wasn't rough with you in the slightest, his lips still passionate but oh so slow and intoxicating, like sweet, thick honey. That alone made your limbs weak and your heartbeat as quick and loud as a drum roll. His hands roamed carefully over your body, up and under your shirt, over your arms, every so lightly between your thighs as he slipped between them to lay you down.

And once you were leaned all the way back, he brought his hands to your face, caressing your cheek the same way you'd caressed his.

He pulled back, looking into your eyes with his, their golden color almost completely swallowed by his pupils. His breath fanned gently over your mouth, and you smiled, resting one of your hands atop his on your cheek. You leaned into his touch and wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him near and hoping you could stay with him forever.

"I love you," you whispered.

He leaned down and kissed you again, mumbling, "I love you," into your mouth as he did so. His lips migrated down your skin again, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses all over. "I missed you... Missed your warmth..."

He shifted down your body then, his kisses starting up again at your stomach where your shirt had ridden up. When his tongue licked a thin stripe across your lower stomach, you whimpered and trembled underneath him, feeling wetness already dampening your panties. He laughed against your skin, pressing another kiss to your stomach. "Missed all your little whimpers..." He slid downwards, trailing his fingers along the waistband of your pants before slowly tugging them down, his lips following the trail through each new centimeter of exposed skin. "...and how squirmy you get when I touch you like this..."

Your pants were off quicker than you thought, but he left your underwear on as he kissed up your legs, starting at your ankle and slowly making his way up to your thighs. Your hands fisted the sheets when his breath blew out over the crease of your thigh, eliciting another desperate whine from your throat. And though it was hard to hear over the blood rushing in your ears, thrumming nearly as loudly as your heart, you were still able to hear Spencer's low laugh at your reaction, a sound that made you even wetter.

"I missed teasing you like this," he continued, running his middle finger over your opening through the thin panties you had on. You squirmed again, hips jolting at his touch— a touch you hadn't felt in months. You were utterly wrecked, and he barely even did anything to you, a fact he picked up on pretty quickly.

"You missed it, too, haven't you, sweetheart? Hmm?" His finger pressed harder into you, no doubt feeling how wet, how warm and ready for him you were. "My poor, pretty girl, haven't been touched in months. It must have been so lonely..." Though his words were teasing, a means to get you hot and bothered, there was also an underlying tone of truth to them— of this aching pity and sadness and regret... His words were apologetic as much as they were teasing, and everything all at once was making you ache for him more.

"Y—Yes, baby," you choked out as best as you could, opening your eyes to see how thoroughly wrecked he was. "Fuck, I missed you so much... No... No one touches me li—ike you do."

"I'm so sorry for leaving you all alone, baby," he whispers, kissing your thighs once more before moving to where you were already craving his full attention. "Let me make it up to you..."

He replaced his finger with his tongue, warm and wet as it firmly pressed over your clothed cunt. A loud sigh escaped you as he kept it pressed there, ever so slightly curling the tip of it to reach further inside you. He pulled back after a few moments, pressing kiss after kiss all around the seams of your underwear until he reached your center again. He tugged the fabric down until it was off, kissing up your leg again.

"I can't wait to get reacquainted..." His lips moved softly against the skin on your inner thighs, moving closer to where you ached for him with every passing second. And then his face was right there, millimeters away from it when he spoke, his lips ever so lightly dancing over the slick flesh. "...with this pretty little pussy."

When his tongue darted out, you shattered beneath him immediately. It was only the tiniest of touches, the very tip of his tongue coming in contact just below your clit, and still it was enough to ruin you. Among the many lonely nights you'd had over the course of the last few months, you were met with dreams of this exact moment, Spencer's head between your legs as he unraveled you, and it always left you feeling even more lonely when you woke up.

But this was no dream. He was really there, in front of you, making up for lost time. And that's what made you lose control.

He kitten-licked your clit through your first orgasm of the night, and as you came down, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed at how quickly it took for you to fall apart.

"Oh, sweetheart... That was so damn beautiful." He brought his tongue out to lick through your folds again, humming lowly in he back of his throat. You watched him intently, trying not to shake, and noticed his eyes roll into the back of his head with a flutter as he delved further into you. The sight, accompanied by his tongue now plunging itself into you, made you cry out, your head hitting the bed and your hands clenching the sheets even harder.

He reacquainted himself with your pussy just fine, spending almost an hour alone exploring every way to make you come as if he'd never done it before. Each time you came down, he'd pull away and start off slow again, gently probing his fingers inside of you while his tongue massaged your clit every which way. It was like pure velvet, each stroke of his tongue and each curl of his fingers inside of you causing you to crash and burn over and over again. In between your high-pitched moans and cries, Spencer would occasionally mumble words of praise against your skin, a particular favorite of yours being the, "Perfect fucking cunt, princess..." right before gently sucking at your clit.

By the time he was finished, your three slow-building orgasms and the one quick one under his belt, his hair was absolutely wild as he looked up at you. He moved up your body, the wetness on his face glistening in the sunlight that poured through the bedroom window, and the hungry look in his eyes dissolved into absolute adoration and wonder as he took in your appearance.

Your mouth was partway open, your middle finger tucked between your teeth as you recovered from your highs. Sweat glittered over your brow and your chest heaved deeply, a smile forming on your lips when he bit his bottom lip and studied you.

"You sure you're okay to keep going?" he asked you gently, using a thumb to brush over your cheek.

The deep rasp in his voice after having been... occupied for the past hour sent a wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. So you nodded, removing your finger from your mouth and bringing his face down to meet yours in a deep, loving kiss that had you both weak in the knees.

You slid up to the head of the bed, your legs resting wide open as Spencer removed himself of his clothes. You rid your shirt as well, the two of you never losing eye contact as you bared yourselves to each other for the first time in months. The air between you two was utterly electric, all this time apart coming to an end at last. Your bodies practically buzzed with the nearness, your veins going numb each time he brushed up against you as he settled out of his clothes and in between your legs.

When he leaned forward, the head of his cock gliding up through your folds to ready himself, you sighed out, reaching up to grab his face with both of your hands. Your fingers gently brushed away stray strands of hair from his eyes, and you smiled, hoping to convey to him just how much you truly loved him. Sure enough, his eyes softened once again under your gaze, and mostly, almost entirely gone was the insecurity and sorrow that had plagued them.

"I love you, Spencer," you told him, bringing his face down so your noses were touching. You brushed your nose against his and then pressed a gentle kiss to it, right as he started to push into you. You captured each others' shaky, relieved sighs as he bottomed out, holding himself deep inside you and pulling your legs up to wrap around his arms. Your tongue licked up into his mouth as you whined, already so relieved to have him in your arms (and quite frankly your pussy) once again.

He started to move ever so slowly, never fully retreating all the way before pressing his hips back into yours, and the groan that left his throat as he felt you clamping around him wrecked you all all over again. "So tight and warm," he mused softly against your lips, accepting and returning every kiss you gave him as he continued a slow, searing pace inside of you. "I've missed you so much, pretty girl... Dreamt... about you almost every night..."

"Me, too," you admitted, softly moaning out at the burning between your legs. "Missed... feeling you inside me. You always... Ohhh... always f—fill me up so g—good." Pressure was already building between your hips again, threatening to pop like a balloon at any given moment. But you wanted to hold on, to revel in this moment as long as you could.

Your hands grazed over his shoulders, lightly digging your nails into the skin as he drove into you a little harder. His pace was still tantalizingly slow, though the force with which he showed you how much he loved you, accented with a sharp, loud slap of skin each time, more than made up for it.

It didn't help that you could hear how wet you were with each movement, how aroused he made you and how loved he made you feel. It was something he obviously knew, but being able to hear it, every wet and delicious sound that came from your body as he made love to you like that, praised him better than any words could possibly dream.

Still, he asked you anyway, a means of dirty talk if nothing else. "You hear that, princess? You hear how good I make you feel?"

You buried your face into his neck, incoherently moaning and grumbling out curses as he shifted his hips and angled himself deeper inside you. Your legs were burning from being bent and wrapped around his arms, but somehow that burn only added to the pressure building in your belly. You couldn't help clenching around him, an action which made him groan into your neck.

"Go ahead and come for me, pretty girl," he stuttered out. "I... I know you have to. Let go for me... Give me all you got..."

His words, strained and raspy, coupled with hot kisses to your neck certainly helped you get there, but you wanted more. "But I want you to come with me," you whimpered out, clutching onto his shoulders. "I wanna... be... together again."

To help him out, you clenched around him over and over, giving him a tighter space to work with, and a guttural groan escaped him as his hips started to stutter. "Together..." is all he could coherently get out.

As soon as the word left his lips, you both shattered, trembling and sparking to life with pleasure. He spilled over inside of you, white hot and thick. It was a feeling you missed dearly, the dreams of it never able to fully satiate your need for him. In turn your walls fluttered around him and you whined into his shoulder, bringing your hands up to grip his hair as his cock twitched inside of you and gave you everything he had to offer. You clung to the feeling as long as you could, rolling your hips up to keep it all in and ride out your high to the fullest extent.

In fact, you were pretty sure that even by the end, when he'd slumped over on top of you and loosened your legs, you were still orgasming, a low burn settling in your stomach as you kept clenching around him, almost like you were trying to drink him up into you like a milkshake through straw.

"B—Baby, I'm gonna... come again if you keep that up," Spencer stuttered, his hands combing through your hair now as his lips pressed into your neck.

You only hummed in response, wrapping your legs around his waist and hooking your ankles over his ass. You kept contracting slowly around him, rolling your hips upwards, even as his warm cum started to spill out of you. Soon enough, he was doing it again, filling you up with warmth and love, his mouth open and hot on the skin of your neck as he did so, muttering your name over and over.

Eventually you loosened your hold on him, every muscle in your body relaxing and falling to the bed with a low tingle of numbness. With Spencer kissing softly over your neck and up to your mouth, you were the most content you'd been in months.

You must have stayed in bed for hours, even though he tried to tell you that you should probably clean up. You only grumbled in response, holding him tighter to you and burying your face into his neck. Still, he laid there, rubbing your head and clinging to you anyways, finally glad to be home.

And even though you were technically home, it never really felt that way when he was gone— To be home was to be near him. And you never wanted to leave his side again, even though realistically you knew you'd need to be separated eventually.

But for now, you could be near him like he was never going to leave, reveling in the warmth and comfort that his arms provided.

And with you he could do the same.

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anaer · 2 years

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batflash for the ship meme please!

slightly angstier ship meme: batflash edition

who is more likely to get injured doing small tasks

Hmmm this is hard one. My initial thought is Wally, ofc, because he's definitely ADHD enough to not pay attention to what he's doing, but then Wally is superhuman and has better reaction times and I feel like Bruce is probably perpetually sleep deprived. I'm still gonna give it to Wally, he just heals so fast that no one notices.

who worries more about the other

Bruce, definitely. Bruce is a control freak, for one, but I feel like Wally looks up to and respects Bruce's capabilities just from like...you know, Bruce being Batman when Wally was growing up. That being said, Wally worries WILDLY more if something actually happens, like if Bruce gets hurt or something. Wally can bounce back from just about anything and Bruce might brood a bit, but Wally will be fine. Bruce getting hurt reminds Wally that Bruce is not at all superhuman and much less durable and much more breakable, and he does not handle that super well.

who is more afraid about the other leaving them

Bruce. Bruce generally worries more about things than Wally, who tends to ignore and completely suppress his anxieties in favor of trying to live in the moment, but like. All Bruce does is worry. Not to mention, Wally can be pretty flightly and impulsive and he's easily bored, so it's not outside the realm of possibility for Bruce that Wally would get bored with him and move on. Especially considering that Bruce is a good deal older than Wally and generally more content with settling down than Wally ever will be.

who is more likely to leave (for any reason)

Wally. I mean, running is his go to move, lolol, but also Bruce is very much the type of dude to overstep and Wally is the type of dude to not put up with Bruce's bullshit and ditch. Especially in, like, early days Wally for sure 100% is much more likely to ditch if anything were to go wrong.

who is more likely to drunkenly confess

Bruce, only because Wally can't get drunk.

who is more likely to push the other away (for any reason)

Wally is more likely to actively push Bruce away as like...an actual decision from his general anxiety or stress or temper, while Bruce is more likely to passively push Wally away just by nature of being...himself and overbearing and the Most and controlling.

who picks fights more often

Wally, for sure. Wally's a total hothead, and he will pick fights just cuz he's in a bad mood sometimes. Bruce doesn't usually actively pick a fight, even though he will definitely CAUSE fights.

who usually apologizes first

Wally, again. It ties back into Wally picking fights much more often, but generally as a character, Wally is a dude who is very aware of his shortcomings. He knows when he's fucked up - he knows when he's actively fucking up, tbh - and doesn't have an issue taking responsibility for that and apologising if he's in the wrong. Bruce...is not the most apologetic person in the world.

who is more likely to withhold their feelings for the other

Bruce, definitely. Bruce, thy name is repression. Bruce doesn't want to admit to himself that he might have FEELINGS for WALLY of all people. Completely false, completely unrealistic.

But also, in another context, Bruce still emotionally shuts down when he's upset and Wally is much more emotionally needy, so that just makes him more angry, and it's just a bad time all around for both of them when they're fighting like that.

who is more likely to lash out at the other

Wally is always going to be more prone to lashing out than Bruce by a lot. Bruce is much more controlled on the emotional outbursts, and again. Wally is easily set off, but he also burns out a lot faster. Wally also acts before he thinks a lot, especially when he's upset, whereas Bruce is definitely a much, much, much slower burn. If Bruce is lashing out someone has fucked up.

who gets more jealous

Both of them, equally, in different ways. I think Bruce gets jealous because Wally is actively flirty with EVERYONE and can't really hold that back, but also Bruce gets women throwing themselves at him in a whole different way that he doesn't even necessarily think about in terms of Wally's feelings because they're such a non-issue to him. Wally is half jealous cuz Bruce, but the other half is jealous that really rich models aren't throwing themselves at HIM instead. He's got lots of jealousy to go around!! And he should always be the center of attention, lbr.

who is more likely to support the other in a relationship with someone else “as long as they’re happy”:

Yeah, Bruce, just because Wally's more likely to actually find and settle down into a happy relationship with someone else. That's not so much Bruce's thing. But also I think this is compounded by the fact that Wally is like half his age, so I think any relationship between them will always have Bruce with the underlying thought that Wally would probably be better off/happier with someone closer in age to him or someone more chill like him, and if that happened, Bruce would have an easier time convincing himself he's let go. He wouldn't really, but.

Wally wouldn't have this issue because Bruce/happiness is Bruce's notp, lolol.

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heauxzenji · 3 years

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How about an NSWF alphabet for Miya Osamu?

Hi Nonny! I hope you enjoy this- I know it was a long time coming but I had a lot of feelings and just wanted to make sure this was as perfect as could be 💖

NSFW Alphabet: Osamu Miya

gn!Reader focused

obvs nsfw under the cut... Let’s gooooo!

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

Ok, it’s not that you’re not going to get ANYTHING, but you’re not going to get a lot. He will definitely clean you up, hold you in his arms, and cover all the basics, but the man is also going to be napping so you have about 5 minutes of his absolute attention once you’re done.

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

Is an ass/thighs man at his simplest. Will 100% also do the “let me get past you” thing where he holds your hips as he moves.

Your favorite feature of his is his back/shoulders. They’re so broad, and watching him flex his back muscles makes you clench. Also- your phone’s home screen is definitely a picture of his back riddled in your scratch marks.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

Likes to do so on/in/around your mouth. He has an oral fixation, bonus points if you do too tbh. If he isn’t going to cum on your face, he’ll definitely cum inside of you instead, stuffing his fingers into your mouth so that you can suck them.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

Would 10000% cuck his brother if given the opportunity. Just to see the color drain from his face. He’s kind of a shithead for that but at the same time, it’s not something he’s ever said out loud- so he’s chilling and just sitting on that.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

He’s reserved, but I would say he has a decent amount of experience. He knows what to do, and he knows what he likes. I feel like he also is less experimental- preferring to stick to what he knows works for you both. He’ll try new things, but sparingly.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

He likes to be ridden. He likes to have you on full display from all ends as you bounce on his cock. He can easily grip your waist and thrust you further down onto him, and loves watching you practically impale yourself on his length. Also likes to rub circles into your thighs or lower spread your asscheeks apart as he helps you keep a rhythm on his cock.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

He’s much more serious during, but afterward it’s very lighthearted.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

It’s neat. He doesn’t really trim much, but his hair isn’t super hard to manage, surprisingly. He’s not as hairy around his chest/torso either, but he does have a happy trail that he shaves fairly often, even though you think it would be nicer if he didn’t.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

He’s not conventionally romantic, but he does savor the moment with you. He likes to gaze into your eyes while he’s taking you, and will place soft kisses to your hairline and jaw when he’s getting close to finishing.

Will murmur that you’re wonderful/amazing/beautiful, or whatever compliment comes to mind first when he’s finished with you and ready for his cuddles

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

He doesn’t much- honestly the frequency varies depending on his stress levels. When he does though, he’s the classic shower jerk off guy. It’s cleaner and honestly a lot quicker for him to finish that way. Definitely will be more aggressive when he’s more stressed as well, whether you’re there or not. He is a fan of mutual masturbation as foreplay.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

MARKING, loves leaving hickeys and bruises. He doesn’t care if anyone can see them, or how many you have by the time it’s over. He gets so entranced that he doesn’t realize how many he leaves behind Biting goes hand in hand with the marking- definitely has an oral fixation.

Size, bc he’s so broad. He likes the feeling of being bigger than you because he feels like he’s your protector- but he also likes the feeling of stuffing your much tinier frame so full of his cock that you go stupid.

Dirty Talk, not super degrading dirty talk, but things like calling you “dirty” or “messy”- and especially “sloppy” really get him going. He also just likes to hear you beg for him, so he’ll egg you on and ask you if you like how deep he’s fucking you or if your tiny little hole can fit all of his cock inside. Again, size kink, so he loves calling you little/tiny.

Temperature Play, specifically with the cold. Will eat ice prior to going down on you, or change the blistering hot water to icy cold when you’re having sex in the shower, just to see the shock on your face at the difference in sensation

Sensory Deprivation, blindfolds? He said say less. He likes watching you writhe in anticipation as you feel him ghost touches and kisses all over your body. And it also drives you crazy waiting for him to strike- it usually leaves you begging for him to touch him.

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Primarily bedroom only, but he has been known to have quickies in the restaurant with you after closing, and also loves getting road head.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Osamu likes to hear you. Likes to know what he’s making you feel good, and the moans you make encourage him to keep going. Definitely also motivated by begging. He’s a little smug, so it inflates his ego that you’re begging him to tear you apart- it’s the feeling of knowing that his cock makes you absolutely drunk and you’ll do anything for it.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

I don’t think he’s into food play! Not that he would NEVER do it, but it’s really not something he’s super into. Food is kind of his art form if that makes sense… it’s also work and he definitely seems like the type to try and keep his work separate from his personal life to an extent . But you have fucked in the restaurant at closing too many times to count.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

He’s very good with his mouth. He has an oral fixation so this comes naturally. He could go down on you forever if you let him, and he won’t stop even if his jaw locks up. If you’re going down on him, sometimes he will get a little ahead of himself and fuck your face just a little. Most of the time he catches himself and will apologize for not warning you first… most of the time.

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

It differs! He personally loves the buildup of having a slow burning session, but there are times- especially when he’s frustrated, where he can just take it out on you. And when he does need you for stress relief, you should go ahead and cancel any plans you have for the next 2 days or so, because you’re not going to make it.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

He’s not fond of them, but he’s also not against them. For him, he’d rather use them as foreplay, or something to hold you both over until you’re alone and he can really have you the way he wants you.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

Is into semi-public sex for sure. Things where he knows you won’t possibly get caught- but there’s that inkling of a chance that you could get caught are his favorite. He’ll also give in if you just can’t wait… but he really tries to restrain himself. It’s a little bit less so when he’s been drinking though- he’s much more likely to let you escalate things and will probably go as far as some clothed sex with you if it’s dark/crowded enough that no one will notice or see

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Can go about 2 rounds max in a day, but they’re long... When he says he wants to spend the day in bed, he means the whole day. Everything he does is about the sensuality of it all. He loves foreplay, it’s the perfect warmup to the main event for him. The main event itself... can go for hours tbh. He’s literally a slow burn loving bitch, but when you beg for him, he’ll waste no time absolutely destroying your walls. Needs a longer break in between rounds for snacks so he can keep his energy up.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

Not too fond of them. Prefers to get you off using his own body. But he’s not against things like silks to use as restraints, and he does own a flogger that he likes to drag along your body when you’re blindfolded.

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

Osamu himself IS the tease. He’s always so calm and collected, even when you’re all over him, begging for him to bend you over and wreck you. It’s that calm and control in itself that’s a tease because you know that once he gives in, you and your insides are done for.

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

Not loud, but not quiet either. His voice literally goes an octave lower which is insane. He holds back his moans in the beginning, instead he pushes air out of his mouth and takes more sharp, hissing inhales. But when he’s close he’ll lean into your ear to spew absolute filth into it so that he can feel you clench around his cock and send him over the edge

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

He has an Onlyfans but he makes sure his face is never in the camera. Camboy!Osamu is literally in their top 8% of creators and no one knows about it because he’s just that good at flying under the radar... but hey, that’s how he was able to afford the restaurant- so now he slings dick and onigiri. Win-Win.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

Isn’t as thick as Atsumu, but he is more veiny and honestly all around prettier. His dick is probably also a good 7 inches, but I feel like he’s a grower, so you’d be surprised at how much he’s really working with. He has a freckle on the shaft, which is very adorable and endearing. He has a pretty dick. Like, aesthetically beautiful... it’s much prettier than Atsumu’s- much neater/more cleaned up too.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

Never lets on just how much he wants you. He would rather have you come to him instead so he doesn’t look needy. But he wants to be balls deep in you practically all the time. He just is very prideful, so he’s going to wait for you to come to him- which… tbh you always do.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

Yeah, you have about 5 minutes after he cums to get anything out of him- bc he’s taking his ass to sleep. But that’s an advantage For you because he’s kinda delirious and will say yes to anything you ask him for… Is also a clingy sleeper so would definitely hold onto you and make you his little spoon.

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reluctant-mandalore · 4 years

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The Child Jealous of the Newborn Headcanon

a/n: It's never too many! Honestly I’m just glad you’re so patient with how slow I am at filling them. I hope this was ok. I honestly wasn’t sure how to go about this and it's kinda long but I wanted to include some headcanons about their decision of having a child too. tbh my headcanons always tend to be overly long.

I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Fluffy fluffy. Sweet little family going through the lows and highs.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!reader

EDIT Some grammar/spelling. The usual edits because english sucks. I also remove the “(newborn name)” part because I decided “the baby” fit better

+ After getting married, the next step for many couples was to start to consider whether or not they wanted to have children.

+ Technically, you two already had a child way before the two of you ever married. The little green child you both ran about defending and taking care of made that quite apparent.

+ However, the idea of increasing your small family was a thought that both of you liked quite a lot.

+ You were a bit nervous bringing it up to Din at first, you weren’t sure how he would react to the idea of expanding your family.

+ “You want to have a baby… with me? You want to have my child?”

+ You had nothing to worry about though because Din was very on board with it.

+ His little wife wanted to have his child? Wanted to be pregnant with his child? Wanted a larger family? Sign Din right the hell up.

+ Honestly, you had never seen Din undress so fast at the prospect of getting you pregnant.

+ It actually took a bit of time for you guys to get pregnant. At one point you thought that maybe you’d never have one, but you two never stopped trying (which both of you were happy to continue all attempts anyway).

+ Finally, it happened. You got pregnant and nine months later you gave birth to the little bundle of joy that was your second child.

+ Taking care of a child is a lot of work. Taking care of two children is a lot of work. Taking care of two children while being a bounty hunter and while your wife is exhausted from being a new mom was a lot of work.

+ Honestly being a parent in general was a lot of work and both of you were really feeling it at this point. Din especially, but he did his best to not let it get to him. He had a family to take care of after all.

+ Din’s focus during this period had mostly drifted to you and the newborn when he wasn’t out on jobs. He’d do all the house chores and took care of the newborn without a second thought.

+ Besides, it was usually you who took care of these things anyway. Always looking after the child, the ship, and even him. You always looked after his needs, now he needed to look after yours.

+ “You’re my little wife, let me take care of you as you always do for me.”

+ The extra attention Din had been showering you and the newborn with meant that the child had begun to receive much less. It didn’t take long for the little one to begin to notice that the once plentiful attention he had received had started being directed to other sources.

+ This new attention thief of course being the newborn.

+ The child was not happy with this at all. Why did the little crying blob get all the attention? He didn’t understand why all these changes were occurring or why the baby was even here. He didn’t understand why the baby, or even you, was suddenly getting most of the Mandalorian’s time.

+ As far as the child was concerned the newborn just randomly appeared the one day and mom was suddenly very sleepy all the time.

+ It wasn’t as if the child was being neglected or anything, Din still paid a fair amount of attention to the child's needs, it was just that the child just was now used to having at least one of you pay attention to him every waking hour.

+ This realization of his newfound lack of attention began to make him act out more than he ever had before. The child would throw much more tantrums, throw things and cry loudly constantly.

+ He even threw his bone soup right into the back of Din’s helmet the one day when he was trying to change the newborn's diaper.

+ To an outsider, it would be obvious that the child’s behaviour was due to being frustrated with the new lack of his parents attention.

+ Poor thing was jealous beyond belief.

+ But poor sweet Din couldn’t put two and two together. To be fair, he hadn’t ever really been in this situation before. Honestly, Din was dumb founded, he couldn’t see or understand why the child had suddenly begun to act out so much.

+ He had wanted to bring it up to you as you tended to be better at this whole parenting thing, but was afraid that the extra stress would be too much for your groggy mind at the moment.

+ However, your witness of one of the child’s tantrums had brought it to your attention.

+ “What’s going on?”

+ Din let out a frustrated sigh as he attempted to calm the now crying newborn who had been awoken from their nap.

+ “I don’t know! He keeps throwing tantrums every chance he gets and I can’t figure out why. I’ve tried everything to sooth him, he keeps waking up the baby and now I can’t get them to sleep either and just I don’t know what’s happening”

+ You didn’t need to see his face to know he was stressed and sleep deprived over the whole ordeal. It was obvious in his posture and the tone of his voice through the modulator, Din was positively falling apart at this very moment.

+ You instantly went to comfort him,“Shh Din it's ok, I’m here too you know. You can always ask me for help, you don’t need to handle this alone.”

+ It was still hard at times for Din to accept or even be used to being able to ask for your help. So it didn’t surprise you to see that he hadn’t come to you when he first started having problems with the child.

+ It was pretty obvious to you what was going on. “Din he’s probably just frustrated that the baby is getting all your attention. He’s quite the Din attention hog, you know?”

+ “...What?”

+ “Din he’s jealous of the baby, that’s why he’s acting out.”

+ Oh...OH.

+ It finally clicked in Din’s head that he had maybe been paying too much attention to the newborn over the child.

+ Din of course felt horrible instantly and had to go soothe the crying child. Almost crying himself because of how terrible he felt as a father in that moment.

+ “I-I didn’t mean to make him feel like this. Honestly I just…”

+ You assured Din that it was completely normal for children to become jealous of their siblings, especially new siblings.

+ Din made sure to apologize to the child and did his best to inform the child that he still very much loved him, but the newborn would require more of his attention for the time being. He also promised to of course do his best to pay better attention to the child than he had been lately.

+ The child had no clue what Din or you had said to him, but the once again increase in attention directed his way pleased him greatly.

+ The child would still have the odd fit here and there, but his behaviour had begun to settle back to relatively normal once more.

+ The four of you were really starting to look like the very happy family.

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susieandhobbes · 5 years

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I'm not saying anyone's feelings about last episode are invalid but I feel like everyone is forgetting that the scene in 4x05 that felt like queliot confirmation is much more present in the audience (and Eliot's) mind/memory than Quentin's.

As far as Quentin knows, he asked his friend out **and was rejected** A YEAR ago. While it's still possible and even probable that those feelings are still there, most every person tries to move on at that point. Pining for years is actually uhh not healthy, despite what fanfic thinks is cute.

And then on top of that, our boy is not doing well my dudes. He's anxious, stressed, depressed, sleep deprived, the list goes on. So in his most vulnerable place, turning back to the person he was once desperately in love with who is doing her best to make amends with him really isn't surprising. I would personally have preferred they just stayed friends but it's not like it's the first time we've seen Quentin use sex to feel better sooo.

Tbh I think the only thing I'm mad at is that Eliot is going to come back with the intent of telling Quentin his feelings and either will:

A. Not do it bc Q and alice are together (lame)

B. Do it and get rejected (extra lame)

C. Do it and have Quentin dump Alice one episode after getting back together (waste of everyone's time)

D. Do it and Quentin is just indecisive for a whole season

Tl;dr Quentin is also a Fillorian dying fish and it's not that surprising that he's turning to Alice for attention.

#the Magicians #queliot #qualice #my long pre-work rants

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goodnightkisseu · 5 years

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ha sungwoon _ sneaking out

Drabble: Sungwoon, Fluff, Famous Celebrity, “who are you and what are you doing here?”

anonny “ Genre 2 sentence 40 au 15 Ha Sungwoon please 😊 ”

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 944

Note: Thanks to the anonny that sent this in, I got to write some cute Sungwoon cuddles! Tbh, I feel like it would simultaneously be warm, but difficult to work while in someone’s arms, but the image it cute. xD I hope it’s a cute read for you all As always, feel free to let me know what you think!

Enjoy~

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Drabble requests are open! You can also find the link to the drabble prompts in my bio ^^

- ashley <3

A sigh of relief left the male's lips now that he was in his car. Gently he pulled off his baseball cap, and the accompanying face mask he wore. He didn't see any paparazzi on his way down, no one camping outside, and he knew that he had his recent move to thank for that. No one had quite figured out how this building operated yet, what they could and couldn't do. He would have privacy for a bit longer, at least until they found all the loopholes. The quiet was nice though, and tonight, he would just thank his luck as he started the car.

Sungwoon wasn't usually one to sneak out of his place in the middle of the night. Typically, he didn't need to. His company gave him enough freedom, so sneaking out wasn't necessary. And even after hours, as long as his manager knew where he was, it was usually fine. Unless he had an early morning like he did tomorrow. Then going out or being somewhere where he couldn't be reached, was not allowed...so all he could do was sneak out. It wasn't without reason.

He just... he really had to see you.

Things had gotten hectic in Sungwoon's life lately, and he was aware enough to know that he hadn't been the best boyfriend. He used to come and see you a few times a month when his schedule allowed. Sometimes the two of you would even go out if he were sure he wouldn't be seen. But lately, with the new tour, fan-meet, and album release schedule, he had been somewhat absent. He would have a hard time replying to your messages, often only getting back to you after a couple of days. He wasn't present when you were going through your most recent shuffle at work, a period that he knew you had been stressed about prior.

The worst part of it all was that he had been the one to plan your most recent date. It was supposed to happen last week... and he flaked. When you called to ask where he was, he had been confused before it dawned on him what had happened. You told him that you understood like you always did, but he knew he screwed up. So he knew he had to make use of this small window of time, just to try and make it up to you.

Much to Sungwoon's luck, and not so much your own, you were still up that night. You were in the middle of preparing some material for a meeting in the morning when you heard the familiar sound of the electronic keypad on your door. At first, you thought that sleep deprivation had caused you to hallucinate it, but as soon as you heard the door open, you knew that wasn't the case. The thing was, you weren't expecting anyone that night, and specifically not Sungwoon.

You were quick to your feet, looking around for anything near you that you could use as a weapon if it came to that. There wasn't much though, just plushies and you inwardly berated yourself for not being more prepared. Quietly, you poked your head out of your room, hearing shuffling and seeing the outline of the individual moving by the door.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" you called out. "If you leave now, I won't call the police!"

The figured froze at your words before it turned to look at you. It stood still for a moment before it broke into a fit of laughter. Wait, you knew that laugh. It couldn't be...

"Babe, are you really going to call the police on me?" Sungwoon asked as he approached you, stepping into the light and revealing the familiar form of your boyfriend. You knew it was him, even if his face was still covered with his cap and mask. He quickly pulled them off as he smiled at you. "I think if you did, I'd probably end up in a scandal for sneaking into a woman's home."

On reflex, you punched his arm, but not enough to leave a noticeable mark. "Sungwoon, what the hell are you doing here? And why didn't you tell me you were coming?" you asked, seemingly mad, though inwardly, you were happy to see him. You weren't happy about the almost heart attack he about gave you though.

"I snuck out of my dorm. I didn't really have time to call you. Plus I thought you would be asleep. Why are you even awake right now?"

"I'm working on some stuff for a meeting tomorrow..." you said slowly feeling him gently wrap you up in his arms.

"Well, I don't have much time today, but how about I sit with you while you work. I'll wrap you up and keep you warm and comfy," Sungwoon suggested. Before he even got an answer, he walked with you in his arms, the pair of you still connected as you moved back into your room. He situated himself first, holding his arms out and open so that you could sit between his legs, laptop in hand.

You settled into his embrace, his arms holding you close as you work, his head on your shoulder. The two of you talked while you typed, but about twenty minutes in, Sungwoon fell silent. You heard his gentle snoring and knew that he had fallen asleep on your shoulder while talking to you. You worked for a moment longer before you finished up and settled into his arms, knowing that you only had a couple hours left until he had to go again...

#ha sungwoon #wanna one #hotshot #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #kpop scenarios #ha sungwoon imagines #ha sungwoon scenarios #drabblegame2

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fethrybestduck · 5 years

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Farm Ducks

I want my farm ducks. I want to see Grandma Duck and Gus Goose appearance on DT... I’m pretty sure they’ll eventually appear, they are old school, canonical and relatively important characters.

When I first got into this fandom and the new DT was merely announced I went to check forums to see the ideas people had from the ducks and their comics and, well, a lot of people see Grandma, Elvira Coot, as the comics biggest Mary Sue on Duckverse. And I can see why, but I think there are several occasions she shows her flaws, and they are interesting.

Grandma is more of a matriarch than Scrooge is of a patriarch; her house is a safe haven for anyone in need (Even Scrooge, who also call her Grandma), to the point some comics even show Magica or Johnny as background characters in her family gatherings. But let’s not forget Elvira is more or less as old as Scrooge! So... How the heck is she alive? How old is she gonna be in the cartoon? Is she under an immortality spell too? Are all her three children dead? Well, I have no idea...

Elvira is an extremely grounded to the earth type of character, who cares about the “now” and practical things. She’s also extremely stubborn, as stubborn as a McDuck... She does have occasions she lost her calm and gentleness; sometimes at Scrooge being a total ass to her grandsons but there were several times she was fighting against the progress itself, or mind oriented, nerd characters. Elvira clearly dislikes academicism, scientific jargon, and revolutionary gadgets.

I think every comic Elvira and Ludwig interact for more than a couple of panels she ends up absolutely furious at him, and Ludwig, as anyone would expect, ends up being completely oblivious and infodumping her to infinity with abstract theories, that she sees as completely useless.

Since Gyro is usually sweet and caring, it takes more for her to kick him out, but she does, especially when he implies she’s old and need machines to help her taking care of the farm.

And well, there’s Fethry, who always bring the worst knickknacks to her farm to “help her with his great ideas”. More than one comic ends up with her and Gus running after Fethry, enraged... Gus... Running...? That’s something for later, back to Grandma.

I wonder how her relationship with Huey would be. Probably she was already told all sorts of helpful advice the JWG has to offer through Fethry and is already very done with the book.

But hey, no one can stop her from working at her farm, and doing everything by herself shielded only by her superhuman stubbornness... The place is too filled with memories, from her husband, from her kids growing up... She’ll never leave.

Then, there`s Gus Goose, the comic relief. Gus is lazy, fat, slow and only thinks about eating. In his first appearance, he was unable to talk... Like Gladstone, he’s also a duck/goose hybrid but I think he has total geese passability. In the comics, he`s always sleeping, eating or working and complaining about it, doing things like building a barn or taking care of every animal on the farm... Wait, to build a barn doesn’t really sounds like an easy job... Okay, Gus is canonically very strong, but boy... Grandma wouldn’t be able to bake so many pies if he didn’t work.

There’s actually a comic where Donald replaces Gus and for a day he does every task Gus was supposed to do. Donald is an adventurer who raised three kids on a minimum wage... And he ends up collapsing from exhaustion.

So, my first point: Gus works really hard!

Do you really think Grandma, who’s awesome but also an old lady, could handle a whole farm by herself? Nope! And if so, why does she complain so much about Gus doing nothing... Well, this brings me...

To point two: Gus pretends to be working way less than he really does!

But... Why? Well, Donald and Gus actually have a lot of similar problems (I wonder if they ever talk about it); they both have very proud and stubborn old ducks to take care of. Gus works in the shadows to make Grandma believe she’s really doing everything by herself like good old times!

This pumps her ego and makes her happy. She probably would die from sadness if she found herself unable to work. And I have to say Elvira really doesn’t seem to be the kind of old lady who obeys the doctor to take easy on farming and takes her meds correctly. She probably dismisses all that as “nonsense”. I believe Gus is the one who takes care of Grandma, not the other way around... Okay, he probably is financially dependant on her, but that’s about it. She probably sometimes forgets to do stuff and he immediately covers up for her, pretending he was only sleeping as usual.

There’s this comic where detective Bogart (Apparently named Gokart in English) takes Gus instead of Fethry to solve a case; the case being that Grandma’s farm was abducted by aliens who snatch people when they are sleeping... And because of that, Gus is keeping himself awake for days, and he’s up to do anything to save Grandma. Sleep deprived berserk Gus is ready to kill or be killed to save the farm and Bogart complains he’s even more impulsive than Fethry! It’s pretty cool to see Gus wrecking things up tbh...

And just for throwing in more info, there's this comic Gus is really really stressed from working at the farm (With reinforces that Gus. Works. a. Lot.), and he decides to visit his cousin, and apparently, they’re close. So he goes looking for peace and tranquility at Kildare’s house (I headcanon that they get along because Gus can soothe down most of the animals at the farm; maybe he can calm Kildare too with his calm/lazy aura). Yeah, dumbest idea ever, it doesn’t end up well, Gus ends up having a mental breakdown and Kildare takes him to (his?) a shrink.

Well, that’s an Italian comic, obviously. Italians did a lot of comics focusing on the farm, having Grandma or Gus as protagonists and building them up to be better and more complex characters. Grandma kinda dates Grampa Beagle in some comics and Gus has all sorts of adventures; from trying to get rich fast (Classic duck plot) to working as a detective, to falling in love... But in the end, he always comes back to the farm.

Gus has Grandma to take care of, to give emotional support and to do the heavy work for. While every other adult duck from the family is getting into adventures, into trouble and chasing their dreams Gus is kinda off... Chained to the farm. And I think that’s sweet and caring from his part but also sad, you know? Which brings us finally...

To point three; Gus is postponing his own life to take care of Grandma.

I think he’ll only be able to build his own pathway when she passes away, because right now she’s his main focus. And that’s melancholic... The angst factory in my mind suggests that maybe the reason why Gus sleeps so much is that, actually, he’s depressed. I remember several comics were he seemed to be pretty happy to be in the city, surrounded by people (unlike Elvira). I wonder why he’s living away from his parents and since when he was raised by Grandma...

...And that’s it I think, I wanted to organize my thoughts on the matter while trying to flesh their characterizations up, putting disperse info together in order to show why I think everyone in the Duck Family has interesting traits if you dig a little. Sorry I didn’t put any fonts from my infos; all that stuff is things I remember reading the comics.

I would be happy to read your opinions on my analysis. :)

#duckverse #grandma duck #elvira coot #gus goose #analysis

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gcdli · 6 years

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both L and Misa as independent ships with light for the ship meme

@ixrath // ship meme // lawlight &. light/misa

under cut b/c long af!

LAWLIGHT

Who is a night owl: L 100%. light nearly always falls asleep before him, although he will try valiantly to get his love into bed with him

Who is a morning person: light-o ! although L is probably still awake from the night before, light’s cheery morning attitude pisses him off. so, ofc light exaggerates it. he does make coffee/tea for L though when he wakes up.

Are they cuddlers: yup! but usually only in private. in front of the rest of the task force it’s hidden touches more often than not.

Who is the big spoon: L mostly but sometimes light if his beloved is feeling particularly vulnerable.

Who is the little spoon: light most of the time. he hates to admit it - and probably never would - but he feels safer with L’s arms around him. almost like his whole world won’t come crashing down about him at any moment.

What is their favourite sleeping position: if light actually gets L to bed with him, usually light either lays his head on L’s chest so he know’s he’s breathing or L is curled around light.

Who steals all the blankets: both.

What they wear to bed: light steals L’s shirts because they’re comfy. L usually forgets to change before sleeping.

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: both. light blushes and L just smirks.

Who falls asleep mid-conversation: both. usually due to sleep deprivation. tbh they probably fall asleep like this a lot -- they like hearing each other’s voices.

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: light for sure ! nearly every night after he decides to step down as kira. nightmares about his family, about L leaving him, about death, basically anything you can imagine. most of the time he can go back to sleep, but only if L’s there. if not, he’ll either take sleeping pills or just wake up and start the day.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: light, during a nightmare. it’s happened more than once. he’s completely shoved L off the bed before, but he didn’t notice and L pretends it didn’t happen until he brings it up in a fight.

Who can’t keep their hands to themself: both, but L moreso. Light tends to restrain himself in public and L really doesn’t care what people think. He tries to tone it down for light’s sake though.

Who said “I love you” first: light, but L thought it first.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: neither. it isn’t safe. if they could, however, both would probably have a picture of them together. different pictures, though.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: L. Light leaves sticky notes on the fridge/L’s screens

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Both. Really stupid, cheesy gifts just to be annoying.

Who initiated the first kiss: Both. At the same time.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: L. Light won’t wake L when he’s sleeping, but L might kiss light to wake him up gently.

Who starts tickle fights: Both!

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Definitely L. Light usually tells him to get lost, but sometimes he’ll accept. The water usually goes cold before they get to actually showering though.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Both ! Usually light brings L food but if L notices light hasn’t eaten for a while, he might bring light something.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Both. They hadn’t really had a chance to go on dates during the case and now that Light has admitted that he’s kira, their relationship is strained.

Who kills/takes out the spiders: watari. always watari.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Both ! they compete to see who can say it louder/more forcefully.

LIGHT/MISA

Who is a night owl: misa ! sometimes she’ll watch light sleep (not in a creepy way. she’s just glad to see him at ease for once.)

Who is a morning person: light ! misa hates mornings, but she’ll try not to be too grumpy for light’s sake.

Are they cuddlers: yup! light likes to lay his head in her lap while reading in particular.

Who is the big spoon: light for once ! he holds her close and doesn’t let go easily. he hates that he’s putting her in danger and he hates that he takes out his stress on her. he wants to keep her safe from everything, particularly himself.

Who is the little spoon: misa !!!

What is their favourite sleeping position: usually light hugging misa close to him if they actually sleep together.

Who steals all the blankets: neither.

What they wear to bed: misa usually wears a silk night gown and light will usually wear a long sleeve shirt and sweats

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: l i g h t . he’s surprisingly possessive over misa.

Who falls asleep mid-conversation: usually light. it’s hard for him to stay awake sometimes and he’s usually already exhausted by the time he gets to see her.

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: light usually. misa sleeps quite well with light holding her. she pretends like she doesn’t notice the nightmares but they worry her.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: neither. light’s got his arms around her and misa doesn’t move much when she sleeps.

Who can’t keep their hands to themself: misa in public, light in private. he likes to make sure she’s really there and really alive. misa tends to hang off of light’s arm.

Who said “I love you” first: misa. light didn’t realize he loved her until he got to know her better.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: both ! light has a picture of misa and misa a picture of the two of them.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: misa ! usually to cheer him up.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: both but mainly misa. Light doesn’t usually have the capacity to think of gifts and misa just wants to make him smile.

Who initiated the first kiss: When they were fake dating, misa. When they actually decided they loved each other, light.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Light. Misa hates mornings, but she doesn’t mind morning kisses.

Who starts tickle fights: Misa !

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Both. Misa will wash light’s hair for him and he loves it. If he’s actually relaxed, he’ll style her’s after.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Misa usually but sometimes light.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Fake date, neither. Real date, both.

Who kills/takes out the spiders: Surprisingly Misa. Light is too grossed out by them. Misa isn’t a fan but she knows light doesn’t like them so she’ll suck it up.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: misa!

#ixrath #** ship // lawlight #** ship // light x misa

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azure7539arts · 6 years

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For the writing meme: number six and 00q

Thanks for the ask, anon! I had fun with this one, and I hope you enjoy it, too. (I feel like continuing this tbh, so if anyone wants, just send me an ask.)

Tags: Omega!verse, fluff.

Rating: PG-13

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The damning thing about being an Omega was that, even on suppressants and blockers, there were still some aspects of his biology that would resurface from time to time, whether he wanted them to or not. Sometimes, in the more reckless and violent bouts, one good, rough shag would be more than enough to sate the tingles that flared up from the base of his spine like glowing embers waiting for a chance to spark. This, he could actually handle pretty well. Most of the time, however, the urges, if you could call them that, manifested in subtler means—like a demanding cat that would persistently wind at your feet to get your attention, even if it meant tripping you flat on your face in the process. Urges, such as the need to simply… cuddle, to be held, to bask in a comforting scent. To feel safe.

These were the ones that he really, really despised. Probably because they made him feel needy in ways that were even more vulnerable than actually calling up someone for sex.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Bond’s eyelashes were sticky with sleep when he flickered his eyes open to peer at Q, who was arching a curious eyebrow at him, hands high on his hips. He looked more disapproving than he sounded, and Bond shifted just so his head was propped up on one hand now. He hadn’t thought he would have come close to dozing just lying there, but the cozy bed, soft linens, and warm blanket had truly calmed him more than he had expected.

“I’ve missed you?” He tried for a smile, which came out better and more genuine than it had in the past couple of hours, since he had had the time to recharge himself for a bit here… nestled in the comforting, fresh scent between these sheets that was familiar and entirely Q’s.

He had just gotten back from a three-month mission. Not that it was high-stressed (not until toward the end), but the long periods of isolated waiting and tracking his targets had not been pleasant on the part of his brain where his Omega instincts resided. By the time he had gotten back to Six to submit his reports, the cold, impersonal halls that were usually neutral to him had become almost suffocating, unbearable against the itch that had wedged itself under his skin for the past couple of weeks. He had been trying to ignore it best as he could, but apparently, his resolve hadn’t been enough because when his action had finally registered back into his mind, he had already been unlocking the door to Q’s flat using the spare key that had been given to him, and had let himself in.

Looking at the haphazardly pile of discarded clothes on the floor just a few paces away from Q’s feet, he supposed the rest of what had happened was clear.

Q scoffed and rolled his eyes at Bond’s answer, and for a moment, Bond wondered if he had done the wrong thing by stopping by uninvited like this. After all, he and Q had only been having casual sex so far, and it wasn’t as if he was about to offer any of that right then in this state anyway. Whenever he was like this, sex was actually the last resort for Bond, and was only there because it came with a side-serving of physical closeness.

(He had tried having sex to ease these primal needs for loneliness avoidance before, and it had always backfired on him by increasingly aggravating the issue.)

“If you—” Bond began, his stomach sinking a little, not least because he didn’t want to leave this pleasant bed to go back to his own stale and cold one.

Selfishly, he hadn’t thought about this, about him probably crossing the line by appearing in Q’s flat out of the blue, when he had been taking off his clothes and settling his achy body between these sheets. And now, he sort of regretted it—because being with Q was easy, and losing it would mean losing a sort of safety he had grown rather used to, and appreciative of, in the past year.

Not to mention they still had to work together.

“Honestly, you couldn’t have fed the cats before you barricaded yourself in? They were positively miffed when I came home just now.” Q shook his head with an exasperated sigh and turned toward the closet. He rummaged through his clothes with Bond’s blinking eyes following his back, and emerged clutching a pair of pyjamas bottoms that had planetary prints on them.

Q was not in the habit of sleeping completely in the nude, and Bond suspected this had something to do with the fact that the young man had poor blood circulation.

“Have you eaten anything yet?” Q asked, changing right there in front of Bond without a hint of hesitation.

“Uh… no,” Bond said slowly, watching Q, the pyjama bottoms riding a little low on his hips, get into bed next to him.

“Figured.” Q leant against the headboard and opened the laptop he had brought with him on his lap. “Rest; we can eat later. I bought takeaways.”

Bond looked at Q for longer than what was necessary, trying to process what was going on and what it all meant to him and to their relationship. But other than the fact that his sleep-deprived, addled mind wasn’t working at optimal speed, there was a purring Omega in the back of his skull as well, and since this was undoubtedly a very good bed to be in, with the owner of said bed right beside him now even, Bond supposed there was no reason why he should waste this chance with complicated thoughts.

And so, Bond allowed himself to lie down, one arm reaching to drape across Q’s middle, and pressed his forehead against a patch of soft, warm skin of the younger man’s bare torso, a small sigh tumbling out from his lungs.

For the first time in a long time, he was contented and safe.

#my writing #00Q #writing prompts meme #James Bond/Q #Omega James Bond #James Bond x Q #Anonymous

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the-evolving-falcon · 7 years

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hostageshipping for the ship meme ask

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

How long will they last? - Till death do them part.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Rather quickly once they’ve developed a mutual understanding and realized how alike they truly are, with Reiji evolving past his huge misconceptions of Shun and completely owning up to his unjustified shitty behavior towards him and Yuuto by apologizing and putting an actual effort into making amends. Shun would follow suit after a period of mistrust, change his own attitude towards Reiji, and by the moment they are having deep and meaningful discussions, they are already way past the point of no return :D

How was their first kiss? - Electrifying. Tbh, there are various options for first Hostage kisses, all of which make sense equally. I may or may not talk about these in a separate post as I only really bring them up in private convos, but… yeah, pleasurable, warm, electrifying is what they all have in common.And please, people, neither of these two are too stupid and OMGOMGOMG awkward to kiss without messing up in a disgustingly embarrassing fashion. It’s disgraceful to portray them in such fashion.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Either Reiji proposes to Shun or they are just having this very casual conversation of “We should get married.” - “…Yeah, we should.” at the dinner table lol

Who is the best man/men? - If he’s alive in the verse in question - Yuuto; otherwise, it’d be Tsukikage or both lol

Who is the bridesmaid(s)? - Ruri - potentially the rest of the bracelet girls.

Who did the most planning? - Reiji

Who stressed the most? - Nakajima Neither is the type to stress over such matters

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.The former is how they’d prefer to marry; the latter is how they’d probably end up marrying due to Reiji’s responsibilities as the CEO of Leo Corp. They would, however, definitely hold a very small celebration separate from the official one, with only those they genuinely care about or at least to to some extent value - aka less than 10 people - being invited, and that’d be what they’d consider their true wedding in their memories.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Those they’d specifically not invite are people they’ve already killed at that point tbh lol

Sex:

Who is on top? - They take turns, meaning the two of them are equals in every aspect of their relationship.

Who is the one to instigate things? - At the beginning of their relationship, it is Shun, given how he is better at adapting to new circumstances than Reiji, who is kinda prudish on top of it. As their relationship progresses, however, they are pretty much equal in regard to instigating ‘quality time’

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 7.5 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right nowI do believe these two’d have intercourse quite regularly, though it is important to mention that they are very much capable of going without too, with no negative impact on their relationship whatsoever, as they are attracted to one another’s minds, not bodies. And no, no intercourse in public or other ‘risky’ places either; Shun and Reiji are not neanderthals, please and thank you.

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s headNo toys, but… Reiji’d definitely want to experiment a little, with Shun acquiring a taste for trying out new things as well after some time has passed. But…yeah *cough* tying one another up with Reiji’s scarf *cough* a mild kink involving Reiji making Shun say ‘please’ *cough* a very mild and harmless foot kink because ankles without it being dirty or grossly sexual *cough*

How long do they normally last? - It depends on how much time they have at hand before they need to sleep - and on whether they want to just quickly blow off steam or explore every inch of one another’s body.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Always.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.Again, anything from 2-5 could happen depending on the exact circumstances and intentions.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.Contrary to popular belief, I see these two as an incredibly physically affectionate couple. PDA would be very tame and limited (mostly, they just hold hands), but… yeah, these two, in particular, are very affection-starved for multiple reasons- they’d of course make use of the fact that they’ve finally found someone they adore and genuinely do want to exchange such displays of affection with.

Children:

Children and either character do not work - period.

How many children will they have naturally? -

How many children will they adopt? -

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? -

Who is the stricter parent? -

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? -

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? -

Who is the more loved parent? -

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?

Who cried the most at graduation? -

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? -

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Shun. While they usually eat the meals prepared for them by the kitchen staff, there are days Reiji is craving Shun’s homemade food in particular, and as Shun himself is holding Leo and Himika in contempt for having deprived Reiji of any kinds of small meaningful gestures showing that he is being valued as a person, he’ll happily oblige him whenever it doesn’t interfere with his duties - despite how he couldn’t care any less about what he himself is eating.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Reiji. But then again, with Shun as his competition, that really doesn’t say all that much lol

Who does the grocery shopping? - Neither. Preparing food and buying groceries is the task of the Akabas’ kitchen staff, and since the fridge is always well-stocked, Shun can just take the ingredients he needs from there. That being said, if there’s a special kind of ingredient Shun needs for his meal that is either seasonal or has to be super fresh, it can definitely occur that they just go and buy it together as some sort of mini-date.

How often do they bake desserts? - I cannot picture them doing any such thing prior to Ruri being freed - and even then, it’d take a lot of asking nicely and gentle bullying for them to join Ruri in the kitchen.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - The kitchen staff’s meals are well-balanced and healthy, meaning far more veggies as ingredients than meat.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - As Shun doesn’t really cook anything fancy, just… simply, homemade dishes that are remarkably tasty and Reiji’d just suggest going out, neither really qualifies for this. Ruri’d definitely cook something for the nerds, though, should she be back and aware of the exact date of the start of their relationship.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Reiji. He’s a bad workaholic, but even he doesn’t come close to Shun’s mustn’t-spend-a-single-second-away-from-war-duties mentality.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Reiji. Boy has never stepped a single foot in a kitchen before and he doesn’t really have any intention to change such habits if it isn’t for the sake of watching Shun cook.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - The Akabas’ cleaning staff.

Who is really against chores? - Again, the Akabas have people hired for practically everything, so the question is kinda redundant.

Who cleans up after the pets? - No pets for these two.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Reiji by exclusion principle.as Shun just doesn’t care about trivial matters such as cleaning and maintaining appearances in front of others That being said, this’d only occur in the case of an ‘emergency’ as otherwise, Reiji’d simply notify the cleaning staff-

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - I wouldn’t call it ‘stressing’, but… yeaaah, Reiji’d definitely give more fucks than Shun - who gives zero lol However, what kinds of guests would these two even have other than business contacts or politicians contributing to Standard’s war effort? - because no, the Lancer children certainly don’t qualify for that.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Probably Shun lol

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Reiji. When he gets Shun to join him, however, then enter and leave at the same time.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Again, no pets for these two.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Again something that’d only work with Ruri being there to nudge them into celebrating a holiday with her.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Defeating Academia, killing Leo, and saving Ruri aside, it’d be: Bringing out the best in themselves and in one another; gaining a deeper understanding of themselves, one another, and their surroundings; nurturing something truly genuine and meaningful completely void of false appearances and pretenses.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Neither. Shun’s a light sleeper and Reiji’s too responsible, though… should Shun manage to collapse in his lack of talent at resting and taking proper care of himself, it could happen to him - and gosh, would this poor boy be shocked upon seeing the time ^^’ Same applies to Reiji in the case of him getting sick.

Who plays the most pranks? - Neither of them is the type for that, though if we’re talking about romantic trolling…. in that case, Reiji is the one, though Shun most definitely knows to fight back when he actually cares to.

#ship meme #Hostageshipping #out of options #merryfortune #shipping meme

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thesummerstorms · 7 years

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I am curious about your thoughts on Etain/Mereel lmao uhh for the otp ship meme. 5, 6, 29, 36, 46?

Send Me OTP questions (still accepting!)

5. Who usually has nightmares?

Mmm, I think they both probably do, honestly.

Mereel is probably better at hiding it/pretending it doesn’t happen (outwardly, at least; it can be hard to hide emotional states when sharing close quarters with a Jedi whose prime abilities center around sensing loved ones). His constant motion and his tendency towards physical exhaustion (from fighting/working out/ …other activities) helps stave it off sometimes, but not always. A lifetime of abuse + a lifetime of traumatic near death experiences + an eidectic memory… there’s only so much you can do.

Etain’s slightly less prone to them, if only because she spends so much time already visualizing and dealing with her own mind through meditation. But when they happen, they come with a whole extra fun guessing game of “is this a traumatic memory, a fear, or a fucked up Force-thing” .

When she’s having Force-visions in her sleep (something that gets more common after her death and resurrection) it can be outwardly indistinguishable from her thrashing around in a nightmare. (Unless she’s staring open-eyed at the wall and having a conversation with someone not in the bed or possibly not even alive, but tbh even that’s not a perfect indicator.)

I guess the good thing is they’re both folks who both take a lot of comfort from physical touch/cuddling/etc (except when Mereel first comes back, if I remember right?)… so that’s a thing that they take advantage of.

6. Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day?

The weird thing is they both tend to draw out one another’s contemplative sides in a way no one would really expect when first throwing them in a room together, so oddly honest and emotional conversations sometimes happen at the most unexpected times.

That said, Mereel is the one who stays up to have Deep Thoughts ™ about the moon and stars/who finally lets his persona drop some in the 4 am silence. Etain might stay up late but is typically just sleep deprived and anxious for doing so; her Jedi training makes her a lot more likely to stop and reflect during the day or during meditation session.

29. Who is the better cook?

It probably depends on how you define “good cook”.

Etain is a competent enough cook, and she has her staple, dinner-on-the-table dishes that she relies on, and those are good meals, comforting, but not excellent or super exciting. Frankly, she doesn’t like cooking much, and so she’s not inclined to experiment.

Mereel has a much wider range of tastes and a lot more exposure to different kinds of food from all his traveling, and he likes to take his favorite flavors or cuisines or dishes and pair them in weird, unexpected ways that shouldn’t work but do. There’s a certain amount of risk always involved in eating whatever he makes, and a few times Etain has blanched at the sight of a plate, but generally he seems to have a way of making the right choices and enjoys the trial and error process of perfecting a taste. Eventually Etain gets to the point of enjoying the novelty without asking too many questions.

But there are times Mereel has made some actually repulsive things on a dare, or because he was the only person in the galaxy who enjoyed it, or to prove he could. And on the rare occasion when an experiment does blow up in his face, they just go out and find space!tacos with extra space!mango salsa for Etain.

36. Who is the social media addict?

Mereel is the one constantly on space!instagram, who takes a billion selfies and a billion more holos of him and Etain, or of Etain, or whichever vod’e are nearby, capturing every moment he can grasp between his two hands and pinning it before it can slip away.

He has a terrible knack for finding all the posts that will make Etain hilariously uncomfortable (the baby-punching protodroid, that skateboard-with-a-wagon one, the infomercial pouring the juice all over the child, etc.) and all the bad puns that will make her groan, and he always tags her in them. He also follows a lot of scientists and would be science students, and occasionally answers educational questions under pseudonyms when he has the time and inclination.

Etain’s social media is a lot quieter by contrast. She doesn’t make all that many posts, mostly outside links to things she finds of interest or poetry quotes. She never takes selfies except for a handful of rare ones with someone else is in them. But she always somehow manages to like every photo of a loved one, see and respond to everything tagged for her, and occasionally sends way-too-long messages through whichever PM/DM system just because she can.

Also, she has a lot of one word “w h y” comments @ Mereel, bc of all the things he manages to find to send to her. The exasperated emoji comes up automatically in autocorrect after his name.

46. Who has the longer food order?

Mereel, hands down. Etain isn’t a huge eater, she eats poorly when stressed, and she tends to skip dessert unless it’s a place that offers apple pie/uj/ caf-flavored icecream because she doesn’t care for many sweets.

Mereel, on the other hand, has first a crazy metabolism and then years of habit to work around, and he likes to try a bit of everything off the menu, so his order is always longer. That never stops him from stealing off Etain’s plate, though he always coaxes her into offers bites of whatever interesting side he has in exchange or ordering something specifically because he thinks she should try and and knows she wouldn’t order it, and she’s given up fighting it.

#izzyovercoffee #r: makes us human #mereel skirata #etain tur-mukan #Etain Tur-Mukan

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cafsunwoo-blog · 7 years

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hello~! it’s ur stressed 2 the max,, sleep deprived girl here !! my name’s haylee ( she/her ), nd one time i drank 4 americanos during a shift at work ( it was near christmas ok ) ,,, 3/10 do not recommend. i’m trash at introductions, but below u’ll find some quick info abt sunwoo ! he’s a work in progress so pls be kind 2 both me nd him ;; we’re trying our best ! also i don’t have a bio / connections page set up yet, but they will b very soon ! still feel free to hmu if u want 2 plot ok,, chances r i’ll lov u forever if u do. okok [ jimin vc ] gOODbye

biography related ; tw mentions of nsfw stuff,, ( he’s a camboy oopS )

sunwoo was born in san francisco !! he grew up alongside his older brother -- they’re three years apart. his parents were relatively conservative, but for the most part they let sunwoo do his own thing ! they actually put more ‘ effort ’ into raising his older brother, and with his success, anything sunwoo did kind of went unnoticed. sunwoo realized this rather early on, n he decided life was too short to try living up to all that his brother was doing, u know ? it wasn’t like his grades were terrible n he was a bad kid -- his grades were average n he snuck out only a few times ! he was a ‘ typical kid™ ’

when he was seven, sunwoo had his first asthma attack ; it scared him bc before then, he wasn’t even aware he had asthma ?? he just thought he was a healthy kid. he remembers his chest feeling really tight nd coughing a lot n looking v pale -- he was trembling when his friend took him to the school nurse, but that’s about all he can recall. he was taken to the doctor’s and was diagnosed with asthma and due to his forgetful nature,, sunwoo didn’t often take his medication, n his condition worsened :// he uses an inhaler now, n goes out of his way 2 avoid things that trigger his asthma bc he’s smartened up a bit

sunwoo had trouble holding down jobs tbh,, n one night when he was scrolling through random websites,, he stumbled across a cam site ( don’t ask him how ! ) nd he ended up becoming really fixated on the idea of performing in front of a camera,, pleasuring not only himself but giving pleasure 2 others -- just through a screen. he managed 2 set up his laptop in a way that he only filmed his body, nd before he knew it, sunwoo was performing his own show 4 a small audience ?? ( he was eighteen at the time ! ) he made sure 2 keep his face hidden -- tho as he grew more comfortable,, he switched from hiding his face entirely, to wearing a mask that concealed the lower half of his face !! that allowed 4 a more personal experience in his opinion ?? soon enough his audience grew, nd he’d be lying if he said the praise didn’t please him ! that nd the money’s wonDERFUL ?

his family moved 2 south korea when he was nineteen ( v close to twenty ! ) basically bc his mother’s sister fell gravely ill, nd they wanted 2 be around her nd spend time with her while the could. sunwoo didn’t mind, he wasn’t in school at the time n he skypes his friends all the time anyway, so he adjusted fairly quickly. he just struggles with the language a lot,, but he’s learning !! he did start attending school when he moved to korea tho, nd is currently majoring in astrology ! his brother was the only one who didn’t move to korea btw,, he’s still attending uni in the us -- he’s training 2 be a doctor bc he wants to save people !

personality related

they’re super friendly nd love talking 2 people nd making friends ! they can b a little cocky tho, so pls feel free 2 put him in his place !!

he likes 2 sleep in a lot, and drinks a LOT of coffee -- his blood’s probably made up of caffeine rn ? but he HATES the taste of black coffee,, he needs a loT of sugar in his coffee 2 make it taste good

he keeps his cam job a secret ; so far no one’s caught on / brought it up in public, n he intends to keep it that way !!

he’s lowkey jealous of his brother but won’t admit 2 it,, at least he won’t admit 2 it seriously !! he’ll say it out loud but in v mocking ways

his aesthetic consists of a lot of plaid, roses, ripped jeans nd rings

also plots / connections dont have 2 be smutty just bc of his profession,, if anything, he’s a lil awkward n unsure of himself sometimes,, n doesn’t really hook up w ppl often ?? he’s the type that wants 2 get 2 know people beforehand ! tho he’ll say pick up line after pick up line bc he thinks he’s reaL funny ( he’s basically aLL talk u feel ? )

#pls click the g in goodbye im !!#also hello ! im probably leaving smth out bc i always tend to do that rip #but aHHHhh im excited~#✧*. — ⟨ no don't preach to me | ooc. ⟩

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laurel-michaela-connor · 6 years

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Ok, my fever has broken and I have enough energy to tell you about my crazy-ass weekend.

I went on a long weekend trip with the US politics club at my uni. It’s mostly undergrads, but me and one other guy in my program are in the club and we are the Olds™. tbh I don’t really care for this guy in my program, but he sits next to me, we share the same thesis committee, and our topics are very similar, so I’m stuck with him for 4 years. ANYWAY he didn’t come on this trip, which I was grateful for. I was ready for a fun weekend of shenanigans and beach time.

Let me first explain who was present to make this all easier: 4 members of the executive board (A, M, K, and D), me and a couple other regular members (J and L), and one guy who wasn’t part of the club but was friends with 2 e-board members and got invited (B).

We arrived late afternoon on Friday, and I did some reading while most of the others went to the beach. NICE. Then we started drinking and made dinner. Everything was going well! We were having a normal fun party, playing Kings and drinking and having fun. Next thing we know pretty much everyone is drunk and we’re dancing and singing and doing party things.

THEN, next thing I know most of the people on this trip are holed up in one of the bedrooms talking about god for some reason or another. I’m still out having fun in the living room with D and B. I’m making eyes at B and he’s making eyes back, and D is encouraging me to go for it because B is p cute. D is quite drunk at this point. D is also maybe 20, a very thin guy, and throwing back shots like they’re water. I’ve been trying to get him to drink actual water and slow it down on the shots, but whatever there’s only so much I can do.

B and I decide to go in the backyard for some reason I can’t remember. B is drunk off his ass and can’t really stay standing for long. D, as far as I could tell, was bopping around the house, going from room to room and doing his own thing. I wasn’t worried about him. B and I were in the yard for maybe 20 minutes, and we went back inside... or we tried to. When I tried to open the door, it was locked. Then K came over and was like “guys please wait outside. D left the house and some woman just brought him back and he’s really drunk.”

So we waited, this woman left, and we were allowed back inside. I immediately went to check on D and stayed with him for probably 45 minutes rubbing his back and talking to him and making sure it was safe for him to sleep. M and A decided to stay up all night to keep an eye on him. We did some Disney karaoke and periodically checked on D, and then B and I went to bed. I guess most of the rest of the people stayed up really late, and A didn’t sleep at all until morning.

The next morning, I felt fine but B was hungover and couldn’t remember the night before. I explained what happened and was really surprised and concerned and we went to check on D. A, who was at this point sleep deprived and stressed, seemed bothered by me going in to check on D in the morning. She made some comment about how he’s obviously fine now and it’s a little late to check on him, but I brushed it off and didn’t really think about it.

The day proceeded fairly normally. I cleaned up from the night before and made breakfast for everyone in the house and then spent the day with B. We got along so well omg, he was really nice to talk to and cute and all this stuff, and idk I just didn’t get sick of spending time with him the whole weekend.

Sometime in the late afternoon, I noticed everyone had kind of left the two of us outside alone, which we thought was a little strange, but again we didn’t think much of it. But then M and A came outside looking very concerned and serious and they said they wanted to talk to us about last night. I had no idea what they were going to say, but it sounded serious.

They told us D had gone to the hospital during the afternoon and would be back shortly. They said they couldn’t tell us why he had gone, but that it was more than alcohol poisoning last night and it was serious, but he would probably be fine. I’m starting to freak out a bit running things through my mind of what they could possibly mean by it being more than alcohol poisoning. But then the bomb dropped: they blamed us for the whole incident. They said we were “negligent” (their actual word, negligent) because we didn’t report D missing. I was BLOWN AWAY. I was confused and upset and defensive. Why the fuck were they blaming this whole thing on the two of us when we were all in the same house, at the same party, drinking the same alcohol???

They said because we were with D most of the night, we were responsible for keeping an eye on him. That we were negligent because we didn’t tell anyone he left the house (even though we had no idea he even left the house until he was being returned). They basically told us we were acting very inappropriately and irresponsibly by being in the backyard alone (and heavily implying we were out there having sex like wtf I’m going to have sex with someone who’s blackout drunk in the backyard of a house party are you joking). They told us the incident was being reported to the org that runs all the clubs at the uni, and acted like they were doing us a favour by having the e-board take responsibility for everything instead of reporting us both. They said that because B had responsible service of alcohol training, he should’ve known something was wrong and he had a responsibility to act when D was in trouble. But (1) B did not attend this trip in a supervisory capacity, nor is he even a member of this club; and (2) B could barely walk straight that night. How the fuck was he supposed to take care of anyone??? They also said there was a possibility of further legal action, and that we shouldn’t discuss the incident with D for the time being. Then they left.

We were left reeling after that. They decided to blame us for the whole thing. I’m alone in a foreign country and I’m thinking I might get sued because some young guy didn’t drink responsibly. The more I thought about it, the more stressed out I got. But I also knew there was no reason for me to be in trouble. I owed D absolutely no duty of care in this situation. Absolutely none. He’s an adult of legal drinking age, who drank legally obtained alcohol that was provided to a group as part of a club-sponsored event. I’m not his mom or his girlfriend or even his friend; I only met the guy earlier that day. The same went for B. The e-board was the one that should be taking responsibility because if anyone other than D is responsible, it’s them.

B and I went inside and cleaned for a good half-hour. No one spoke to us, no one even looked at us. It was really tense and awkward, so we just went to our room and hung out there. We both wanted to leave, but we knew we couldn’t. It would take forever to get home and it would probably look really bad. A while later, I left the room to go to the bathroom and ran into K, who is the club president. He asked what was going because things seemed weird, and I told him B and I felt really awkward about everything. He didn’t know what we were talking about, so he came to our room and we explained everything.

He said M and A shouldn’t have said all that. They blew things way out of proportion. D is an adult, and no one person is to blame for anything that happened. We were all in the house together. He said the supervising org wouldn’t care at all that this happened, because it just happens sometimes. People drink too much at events. It’s not uncommon. He also said the reason D went to the hospital in the first place was because he had surgical stitches that burst. Apparently this isn’t the first time his stitches have burst, and he just doesn’t take care of himself enough. K told us he would talk to M and A and that we shouldn’t worry about anything. That gave me such immense relief.

We went and ate dinner later on and things seemed better, and things continued to improve on Sunday on our way home. A was the only other girl on the trip and we went from having a little “only girls” bond, to her being polite but not going out of her way to talk to me. So I think that friendship might be fucked. I’m still kind of undecided about where to go from here. On one hand, I was becoming friends with these people and I liked hanging out with them. On the other, they’re very young. They don’t know how to handle their liquor and they really don’t know how to handle a situation like this. The way they went about it was really impulsive and inappropriate, not to mention legally inaccurate. To have some undergrad law student telling me I might get sued for negligence when no duty of care exists is both really fucking stressful and really kind of offensive.

I’ve been invited to the next outing, which is dinner and a night out. I’m not so sure I want to go. I think I need some time away. Because even though things got better by the end of the trip, it’s really making me rethink who these people are. Specifically M and A, since the problem seemed to be almost entirely with them. It might not be worth it to stay in this club. But at the same time, who even are my friends if I don’t stay in this club? I don’t really have many, and no one I’m close with, and no one who ever really goes out and does stuff and invites me. (But also, these are 19-21 year old undergrads and I’m 27 years old.... at what point am I being a real loser just by being present.....)

Idk, it was a crazy fucking weekend. At least I had B to spend time with and talk to. He goes to my uni as well, and we decided to keep in touch. He lives like 45 minutes away by bus though, so it would be tough to actually date him, and idek if he wants to do that. So yeah, that’s my crazy weekend. And now I think I have strep throat, so I’m going to the doctor tomorrow to get tested for that.

#cut for length #it's very long #and detailed #but like wow #I really just wanted to go home that night #I wanted my mommy and daddy #like I was 5 years old again #I was really scared for a while there #I was so nervous #and then I transitioned to righteous anger #none of it was fun

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