#i strayed off topic im sorry

[abel-not-gaybel]

he is an icon

He is a legend

And he is...

the moment.

#IM SORRY I COULDNT STOP THINKING ABT IT AS SOON AS I THOUGHT OF IT #fr though off topic but i want his gender #like cmon sharing is caring #bungou stray dogs #osamu dazai #bsd

[moonstruckme]

hey :)) first off, i love the hozier caption in your bio. second, I’ve been reading so many of your fics recently and i think you’re sooo talented! i wanna be like you when I grow up (im 20 almost 21 lol)

anyways, I’ve never really requested anything but i wanna give it a try. I was wondering if you could do a poly!marauders x reader fic or a just remus x reader fic where’s she’s driving and accidentally hits an animal and is really upset about it but they’re there to help to her move it and comfort her.

i just hit a cat and im not taking it well. we think it was just a stray cause I left my number with it in case but no one has called. my family kinda, but not really, made fun of me for being so sad about it and i kinda just need something with the guys being so affectionate and loving with her after everything.

it’s totally okay if youre not up to it! I understand that it’s such a hard topic so I won’t be offended if you don’t feel comfortable writing in this.

thank you again and im sooo looking forward to youre future work!! you’re talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before (lady gaga)

Mwah mwah mwah <3<3

-aves

(sorry this is so long)

Hi sweetheart, thank you so much! (Is your username a Lizzy McAlpine reference? I love that) I'm really sorry you went through this, I've been fortunate enough to have never hit an animal but I've seen it happen and it's so horrible, I'm really sorry you've been dealing with this :(( I think you did the right thing by leaving your number with it, and I hope the weight of that trauma and grief is starting to lift off you my love. Thank you for requesting <3

cw: mention of killing an animal, reader feeling guilty

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.8k words

James hears the door and is up instantly, bounding down the hall to greet you and Sirius. 

“Hello!” he calls ahead, eager for company after being left alone in your flat for over a half hour. “You guys took your time today, I thought even Remus might beat you home. Was traffic a riot, or…”

Sirius is looking at him with panic in his blue-gray eyes, clearly trying to convey one of those telepathic messages James has never been great at interpreting, and you…you’re looking at nothing. Your gaze is distant as you work off your shoe, the area around your eyes puffy and gray with smudged mascara. 

“Hey,” James breathes, then feels stupid. It sounds like he’s accusing you of something. He tries again. “Is everything okay?” 

Sirius gives him a look that says What do you think? and crouches beside you to help with a stubborn knot in your shoelace. Your hands are trembling, James notices. Dread settles like a stone in his stomach.

“I’ve got it,” Sirius murmurs to you, fingers gentle as they intercept your own, but the alarm doesn’t leave his expression as he watches your face. Ah. As much as it kills James to see you upset, Sirius will have no idea what to do with you in this state. Tears have always set him on edge. 

James squats, joining the two of you on the floor. “Hi, sweetheart.” He does his best to keep his own anxiety out of his voice as his hand finds your ankle, fingers wrapping around the bit of skin between the hem of your jeans and your socks. “Has something happened?” 

Your eyes meet his already full of tears, and James braces himself. Sirius does too, by the look of it, his shoulders tensing as he watches your face like you’re about to crumble away to nothing right here on their doormat. 

“I—” That’s all you get out before you have to bite down on your lip to keep from crying. A tiny whimper escapes, and spider web cracks spread across James’ heart. A sluggish tear leaks from your right eye. 

“It’s okay,” he swears, though he has no way of knowing it. You press the back of your hand to your mouth, trying to quell the sobs that shake your frame even with no air to feed them. “Oh, honey.” James leans forward, wrapping you in an awkward but very heartfelt hug, your knees between his chest and yours but your head crossing the distance to wet his shoulder with your tears. 

A sympathetic pressure builds in James’ sinuses, but he does his best to breathe through it. Stability tends to help you more than sympathy in these situations, and since Remus isn’t home yet, it’s left to James to be the reasonable one (Sirius would have all sorts of jokes to make about that, but he doesn’t seem to be feeling up to them either). 

He gives you a few moments of reprieve, a few passes of his palm up and down your spine, before trying again. “What’s going on?” he asks, gently as he can. “You guys are scaring me. Sirius?” 

Sirius’ brow pinches like he almost doesn’t want to say it either, and the anticipation in James’ chest heavies. “We were driving home,” he says slowly, keeping a wary eye on you lest he worsen your upset, “and a rabbit ran in front of the car.” 

Relief nearly chokes James at the same time as a sympathetic sorrow takes ahold of him. He pets the back of your head. You tremble with the force of your crying, leaning into his touch greedily. 

“She was driving?” he asks quietly, though he’s nearly sure. If your reaction isn’t enough to go off of, he already knows that you usually pick Sirius up from work and drive the both of you home. 

Sirius nods. 

“It doesn’t sound like there was anything you could do,” he murmurs to you, cupping the back of your neck to encourage you to look up at him. You do, sniffling as your lip quivers, and James uses his thumb to brush a wet streak of mascara from your blotchy cheek. 

“It must have been so scared.” Your voice breaks on the last word and James’ heart along with it, leaving a throbbing wound in the center of his chest. 

“I doubt it had time to be scared, honey,” he tries to reassure you, but his own voice is fraught. He looks to Sirius. “Did you…do you know if it…passed?” 

Sirius is half hiding behind his hair, a sure tell of his disquiet, and it brushes his shirt collar when he nods again. “We weren’t sure at first, so I got out to move it off the road. It was dead.” He winces at his wording, and you bite down on your lip harshly. His tone softens as he addresses you. “I really don’t think it felt any pain.”

You look nowhere near ready to believe him, and James is preparing to offer to make you a cup of tea and let you sort out your grief at your own pace when the front door opens again, stopping when it hits Sirius’ side. 

“Oh.” Remus pokes his head through. “Hello. Why are we all sitting on the floor?” 

Sirius scoots the rest of the way out of the door’s path before deciding to stand instead. He speaks to Remus in a low voice while James runs a hand up and down your side in an attempt to soothe you. He locks eyes with Remus over your shoulder, watching as the taller boy’s gaze takes on the weight of understanding. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Remus wraps Sirius in a half-hug, kissing his surprised boyfriend on the temple before stooping beside you. “That must have been awful to have to see. Let’s get you up, yeah?” He wraps a spindly hand around your forearm, more encouragement than anything, and James grips your other hand as he stands to pull you up with him. 

Neither of them seem quite willing to break contact with you, walking you over to the couch like a newborn fawn despite your murmured I’m okay. Sirius follows close behind. The both of you look like you’re perching rather than sitting, unable to completely relax even now that you’re home. 

“It must have been quite a scare,” Remus sympathizes, sitting on the edge of his favored armchair. 

“A bit,” Sirius mutters, and your throat bobs. 

Remus cocks his head. “What’re you thinking, darling?” 

James almost wants to look away at the rawness in your expression as you raise your eyes to meet Remus’. “I just…I can’t believe I killed it. I’ve never” —your voice pitches, and you swallow again— “I’ve never killed anything before.”

 “It was an accident,” James tells you, beseeching. 

“You couldn’t have stopped,” Sirius says. His voice has an odd, desperate quality to it, and James sees Remus notice it at the same time as he does, both boys leaning forward to see Sirius better. For the first time, James notices—had he missed it before, or has it only just started?—that Sirius is trembling slightly too. James’ free hand twitches instinctively toward him, but his dark-haired boyfriend is only touchy when he’s in a good mood. He’s not keen on physical comfort; no matter how many years James has worked on him, Sirius has always preferred to keep his struggles internal. “Or avoided it,” he goes on. “It happened too fast.” 

Remus nods at you. “As awful as it is, these things happen sometimes. Hopefully,” he adds when another tear slips down your cheek, “never again to you, but selfish as it is, I’m glad you didn’t slam on the brakes or anything else that could have gotten you and Sirius hurt instead.” 

You glance at Sirius, and he gives you a weak smile, taking your hand and squeezing gently. 

“Nothing you could have done,” he whispers. 

Your lips tremble again. James watches as panic flashes in Sirius’ eyes, but he keeps it together. “I’m really sorry,” you tell him, voice wavering. “I shouldn’t have made you take care of the bunny by yourself.” 

James' chest aches as Sirius takes a steadying breath. “You were frazzled. Understandably upset,” he corrects himself, squeezing your hand again. This time you squeeze back. “It was a one-man job anyway.” 

You make a soft sound, leaning your head on his shoulder, and James has the sense something has settled a bit in each of you. He raises your joined hands to his lips, kissing the back of yours as Remus’ eyebrows furrow. 

“Have you had a chance to wash your hands, love?” he asks Sirius, who blinks.

“No. I forgot.” 

Despite the heavy atmosphere, James actually feels the beginnings of a smile tempting his lips as he watches Remus forcibly quell his horror. “Right, then. Why don’t we go do that in the kitchen now, and I’ll make us all some tea.” 

“Good idea,” James says heartily, swiping his thumb back and forth over his own kiss on your hand. “Hey, could we take out the good cookies as well?” 

Remus hums what James chooses to interpret as assent, shepherding Sirius into the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry,” you say to James once the other two are out of hearing. 

He looks down at you. “What for, sweetheart?” 

You shrug, your shoulders remaining just a tad too high after the motion. You’ve stopped crying, and James is grateful, but he doesn’t think this shameful look is a vast improvement. “I feel like I’m being dramatic. And Sirius is the one who had to see it. He had to drive home too, I was too upset.” 

James’ battered, broken heart wells for the both of you. He forgoes his attentions to your hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulders instead to tuck you against his side. “You’re not being dramatic,” he promises, “okay? You and Sirius were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you both had to witness something awful.” Your head sinks onto his shoulder, and he rubs your upper arm. “I think it’s alright to be sad for a while. For yourselves, and for the bunny. Just, don’t torment yourself, alright?” He withdraws enough to see your face, and you tilt your gaze up to his. “Please. You don’t deserve the guilt.” 

Your eyes cast down, contemplative and a bit shy, a moment before your head comes back to its spot on his shoulder. “Thanks,” you murmur. 

“No thanks necessary, babe. You can cry all night if you need to, I’ll be right here. Just do me a favor,” he lowers his voice, glancing toward the kitchen, “let me sit between you and Sirius if you do. Many more tears and I think he’ll have a heart attack.”

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[skz-streamer]

Sensitive S/o

Pairing: Skz x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Misunderstanding?

Warnings: Sensitivity? Slight crying, weights, frustration, small arguments...Im not really sure what to put here so lmk if I missed anything :)

Notes: ARGHHHH I HAD SUCH A HARD TIME TO COME UP W DIFF SCENARIOS SO IM SORRY IF ITS A LITTLE WORDYYY :((( Suchhh a cute ask though thank you lovely anon The Ask :)

Summary: Skz and their sensitive s/o

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Full word count ~4.8k ;)

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Chan:

"So, Y/N," Chan began with a cheeky grin, "did I ever tell you about the time I tried to cook dinner for the members?"

You chuckled, your heart fluttering at the familiar tone of his voice. "No, you haven't! Do tell."

Chan launched into a hilarious account of his culinary mishaps, imitating his fellow members' shocked expressions as they took their first bites of his concoction. You couldn't hold back your laughter, and your eyes sparkled with delight as you listened to his animated storytelling.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, the two of you settled onto a park bench. The conversation flowed effortlessly, jumping from one topic to another. Chan's arm rested casually around your shoulders, and you leaned into his comforting presence. His jokes and lighthearted banter continued, wrapping you in a cocoon of happiness.

A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Hey, Y/N, did you know that you're the only person who can keep up with my terrible puns?"

You laughed, rolling your eyes playfully. "Oh please, Chan. Your puns are legendary. I just try my best to match the greatness."

He grinned a warm and affectionate smile that made your heart flutter. "Well, you succeed spectacularly"

As the conversation flowed, your heart felt light, and the world seemed to slow down around you. But just as the laughter and stories continued, there was a shift in the atmosphere. Chan's teasing took a slightly sharper edge, and a comment that was meant to be a joke struck a chord in you.

"Come on, Y/N, don't be such a crybaby," he teased lightly, not realizing the weight his words held for you.

Your smile faltered, and you felt a pang of hurt deep within. You knew he didn't mean any harm, but sometimes, even the lightest remarks could trigger a sensitive nerve. You tried to shake it off, forcing a chuckle as you replied, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Just can't handle the master of puns, that's all."

But Chan noticed the change in your demeanor, his keen eyes picking up on the shift in your tone. His expression softened as he realized his words had landed differently than intended. "Hey," he said gently, his voice a warm reassurance, "I didn't mean it like that, Y/N. You know I'm just messing around, right?"

You nodded, your throat tightening as you struggled to keep your emotions in check. You hated how easily certain comments could bring tears to your eyes, even when you knew they were meant in jest. But it was hard to shake off the sensitivity, a part of you that you sometimes wished you could control better.

"Hey," Chan's hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped. "It's okay, really. I didn't mean to upset you."

Your lips quivered into a small smile as you looked into his eyes, grateful for his understanding. "I know, Chan. It's just…."

He sighed softly, pulling you into his embrace. "Y/N, you don't have to help it. Your feelings are valid. If something bothers you, it's okay to feel that way."

As his arms encircled you, a warm sense of comfort enveloped you. Chan's soothing words seeped into your heart, reminding you that you were allowed to feel whatever you felt. You leaned into his chest, tears wetting his shirt, and he held you tight.

"You're strong, you know," he murmured into your hair. "Being sensitive doesn't make you weak. It means you care deeply, and that's a beautiful thing."

You sniffled, laughing softly through your tears. "Leave it to you to make me feel better, even when I'm being silly."

Chan's fingers brushed gently against your back as he rubbed soothing circles. "I'll always be here for you, Y/N.”

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Lee Know: 

As the credits rolled on the screen, Lee Know let out a content sigh. "That was a good movie, huh?" he said, his voice a soothing rumble against your ear.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, I enjoyed it. Thanks for picking it."

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "Anything for you, babe."

You felt a rush of warmth at his words. It was moments like these that made you appreciate how considerate and caring Lee Know was. He had always been attentive to your needs, and you cherished the way he understood you.

But just as the credits faded to black, your blissful moment was interrupted by a sudden noise from outside the window. It was a car alarm going off, and the loud blaring sound pierced through the tranquility of the room.

You winced at the sudden noise, and Lee Know tightened his grip around you, his protective instinct kicking in. "Ugh, that's so annoying," he muttered, annoyance evident in his tone.

You nodded in agreement, but something about the noise seemed to have unsettled you more than you anticipated. Your heart raced, and your eyes began to sting with unshed tears. You tried to shake off the feeling, reminding yourself that it was just a trivial noise and there was no reason to get upset.

Lee Know sensed the shift in your mood and looked down at you, concerned furrowing his brow. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked gently.

You sniffled, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... the noise startled me, I guess."

He frowned, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear that had escaped your eye. "You sure that's all it is?" he asked softly.

You nodded, avoiding his gaze. You knew your reaction was disproportionate to the situation, but you didn't want to burden him with your irrational emotions. You had always been sensitive, and sometimes it felt like a weakness.

Lee Know's eyes softened as he cupped your cheek, turning your face to meet his gaze. "You don't have to hide anything from me, you know," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "If something's bothering you, I want to know."

Your lips trembled, and you felt another tear slide down your cheek. "I know I shouldn't be this upset over a stupid noise," you admitted, your voice cracking. 

Lee Know's expression turned gentle, his thumb brushing away your tears. "Hey, it's okay to feel things deeply," he said softly. "That's just who you are, and there's nothing wrong with that. You're not weak for being sensitive, you're strong for embracing your emotions."

You sniffled, feeling a mix of vulnerability and relief wash over you. "But I feel like I'm burdening you with my emotions," you confessed, your voice barely audible.

He shook his head, his eyes unwaveringly locked onto yours. "You could never be a burden to me, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I love every part of you, even the parts you might consider flaws. And I'm here to support you through everything, even the moments when you feel overwhelmed."

As he spoke, you felt a warmth envelop you, like a protective shield against your own insecurities. His words were a balm to your wounded heart, soothing the self-doubt that had been festering within you.

"I don't want you to ever feel like you have to hide your emotions from me," he continued his voice tenderly. "We're a team, and that means sharing both the good and the tough moments. So, if something's bothering you, let me in. I promise I'll always be here to listen and support you."

You nodded, tears still trickling down your cheeks but now with a sense of acceptance. Lee Know pulled you into a warm hug, his arms cocooning you in a sense of safety and understanding. He held you tightly, letting you know that he was there for you, no matter what.

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Changbin: 

Amid the bustling gym, the clanking of weights and the steady rhythm of treadmills formed a backdrop to the scene. You were there with Changbin, trying your best to push through a particularly challenging exercise. The weights felt heavier than usual, and frustration began to bubble up within you as you struggled to complete the set.

Changbin, ever attentive to your emotions, noticed the change in your demeanor. He had a knack for picking up on your subtle cues, the way your brows furrowed just a bit more, and the determined set of your jaw turned into a slightly defeated slump. As you lowered the weights and sighed, he could sense that something was bothering you beyond just the physical challenge.

"Hey, you're doing great," he said gently, his voice a soothing presence amid your turmoil. "Remember, progress takes time. We all have our off days, and that's completely okay."

You managed a weak smile, appreciating his support even if it didn't entirely erase your frustration. "I know, but it's just frustrating. I used to be able to do this without any issues, and now..."

Changbin's hand found its way to yours, offering a reassuring squeeze. "It's natural for things to change over time. Our bodies adapt, and sometimes that means facing new challenges. But you're not alone in this. I'm here with you every step of the way."

As you attempted the exercise again, a combination of fatigue and your emotional sensitivity made your eyes prickle with tears. You couldn't help but feel frustrated with yourself for getting so worked up over something that seemed trivial in the grand scheme of things. But that was the thing about emotions—they didn't always follow a rational path.

Changbin noticed the glistening in your eyes and immediately put down the weight he was holding. He gently cupped your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the tears that escaped. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to be so hard on yourself. Your feelings are valid, whether they're about something big or small."

You sniffled, embarrassed by your vulnerability. "I know it's silly, but I can't help feeling like this."

Changbin's warm gaze never wavered, his fingers tenderly brushing against your skin. "You're not silly for feeling things. We all have moments when certain things hit us harder than they should. It's part of being human, and it's what makes you, well, you."

You appreciated his words, his understanding, and the fact that he didn't dismiss your emotions. It was something you loved about him—the way he allowed you to feel without judgment, even when you were grappling with feelings you didn't quite understand yourself.

Leaving the weights behind, Changbin led you to a quieter corner of the gym. He sat down with you, his arm draped over your shoulders as you leaned against him. "You know, sensitivity can be a strength too."

You sighed, feeling the tension slowly melt away as his comforting presence enveloped you. "I guess so. I just wish I could control it better."

Changbin pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "You're doing just fine, trust me. And if there's ever a time when something bothers you, all you need to do is tell me. I'm here to listen."

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Hyunjin: 

You and Hyunjin find yourselves in the midst of a painting session. The room is drenched in soft, natural light, casting a warm ambiance that should have fostered creativity and joy. Hyunjin is passionately absorbed in his work, brushstrokes gliding across the canvas with determination. You, however, struggle to bring your vision to life. Frustration simmers beneath your surface as you attempt to replicate the vibrant image in your mind.

You swipe the brush across the canvas, the result falling short of your expectations once again. A sigh escapes your lips, caught between the desire to excel and the feeling of inadequacy. Hyunjin glances over, noticing the shift in your demeanor. Concern creases on his features as he puts his brush down for a moment.

"Hey, everything okay?" he asks, his voice a mix of genuine curiosity and worry.

You look up, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm just having a bit of trouble getting it right."

Hyunjin steps closer, his gaze softened by understanding. "You know, it's not about getting it perfect on the first try. Sometimes you have to let go of expectations and let your instincts guide you."

As he speaks, you feel a mix of gratitude and frustration. You appreciate his attempt at encouragement, yet the weight of your self-criticism is hard to shake off. You nod, trying to absorb his advice.

But as time passes, your painting continues to deviate from your vision. With each misstep, your frustration mounts. Hyunjin, noticing your growing agitation, offers more guidance – albeit in a way that inadvertently fosters further frustration. His words come out more as critiques than suggestions, and before you know it, your patience snaps.

"Why can't you just let me figure this out on my own?" you burst out, the words carrying a tinge of hurt that takes Hyunjin by surprise.

He freezes the brush still in his hand. "What? I'm just trying to help."

"I know, but it feels like you're just criticizing everything I do!" Your voice wavers, anger and hurt tangling in your chest.

Hyunjin's frustration is palpable, too. "I'm not criticizing. I'm just trying to guide you towards improvement."

"Well, maybe I don't need your constant guidance!" Your voice quivers, the sting of your sensitivity gnawing at you. You hadn't meant for your emotions to escalate so quickly, but here you were – caught in a one-sided argument, tears pooling in your eyes.

Hyunjin's features shift from frustration to confusion as he registers your tears. "Hey, why are you getting so upset?"

Your gaze drops to the floor, shame mingling with your tears. "I don't know, okay? I shouldn't be reacting like this, but I am."

Hyunjin's expression softens as he takes in your vulnerable state. He realizes that this isn't just about the painting; it's about something deeper – a sensitivity that you both know you possess. He lowers his brush, stepping closer to you.

"I didn't mean to make you feel this way," he says, his voice gentler now. "I forget sometimes that not everyone responds well to the way I communicate."

You sniffle, wiping away a tear. "It's not just you. It's me too. I know I shouldn't let things like this affect me so much, but I can't help it."

Hyunjin sighs, his gaze sincere. "You know, sensitivity isn't a weakness. It's just a part of who you are. And I should've been more considerate."

Your eyes meet, a mixture of emotions passing between you. "I'm sorry I snapped at you," you mumble.

Hyunjin places a hand on your shoulder, a warm smile forming. "It's alright. We both have our moments. Let's just take a breather and come back to this later, okay?"

You settle on the couch, the unfinished canvas a silent reminder of your earlier frustrations. Hyunjin wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. "You know, I admire your sensitivity. It means you care deeply about things, and that's a beautiful trait."

You lean into his embrace, finding comfort in his words. "Even when it leads to moments like this?"

He chuckles softly. "Especially then. We're both a work in progress, learning how to navigate each other's emotions."

You smile through the lingering tears, feeling a weight lifting off your shoulders. "I'm lucky to have you."

Hyunjin presses a kiss on your temple. "And I'm lucky to have you. We'll figure this out together, one painting stroke at a time."

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Jisung:

You and Jisung are having a fun-filled game night at your apartment. The coffee table is covered with an array of board games and card decks, and laughter fills the air as you and Jisung engage in friendly competition. It's supposed to be a lighthearted evening, a chance to unwind and enjoy each other's company.

As the game progresses, Jisung's playfully competitive side shines through. He throws out witty comments and playful jabs as he wins rounds and makes strategic moves. His remarks have you laughing alongside him, but one comment catches you off guard and hits a nerve.

"Wow, you're not having a good luck streak tonight," he teases, a grin on his face.

You force a chuckle, but the comment stings more than you'd like to admit. You've been feeling emotionally sensitive lately, and the comment, while meant in jest, resonates with your current state of mind. You glance down at the game board, your enthusiasm waning slightly.

Jisung notices the shift in your demeanor, his expression softening with concern. "Hey, are you alright? I was just joking."

You offer a small smile, "Yeah, I know. Just got lost in thought for a second."

He nods, but his gaze lingers on you for a moment before returning to the game. Despite his attempt to move on, you find yourself feeling more affected by his comment than you expected.

You try to push aside the sensitive emotions that have been triggered. You focus on the games, engaging in the banter and laughter just as you always do. But in the back of your mind, that comment lingers, creating a subtle discomfort.

As you play another round, you notice that your thoughts are a bit scattered. You make a strategic move, but it doesn't quite go as planned. Jisung's playful teasing takes on a different tone in your ears, reminding you of the earlier comment.

"Ouch, looks like you're having an off night," he remarks, a grin on his face.

You glance at him, forcing a smile, but inside, you feel a pang of sensitivity. You didn't want his comments to affect you so much, but here you are, struggling to shake off the emotions they've stirred.

As the game night continues, you feel the weight of your sensitivity growing. You try to brush off the discomfort, but it's becoming increasingly challenging. You want to enjoy the evening and the company, but the comment has struck a chord you can't ignore.

Eventually, you decide that a break is in order. You put on a smile, hoping to hide your feelings and excuse yourself to the bathroom. You get up from the table and make your way to the restroom, closing the door behind you with a sigh.

Inside the bathroom, you lean against the sink, trying to gather your thoughts. The emotions you've been suppressing finally spill over, and you find yourself sniffling softly. You hadn't anticipated that a lighthearted comment during game night would trigger such a strong reaction.

Outside the bathroom, Jisung's concern hasn't faded. He knows you well enough to sense when something's wrong, even if you try to hide it. After a few minutes, he decides to check up on you. He approaches the bathroom door, his hand gently resting against the wood.

"Hey, is everything okay in there?" he asks softly.

You take a moment to compose yourself, wiping away your tears. "Yeah, I just needed a moment."

He doesn't sound convinced, and you hear a soft sigh from the other side of the door. "You know you can talk to me, right? If something's bothering you?"

His words resonate, and you realize that he genuinely cares. The vulnerability you'd been trying to suppress feels overwhelming at this moment. With a shaky breath, you open the bathroom door, revealing your slightly teary-eyed state.

Jisung's concern deepens as he takes in your appearance. Without hesitation, he pulls you into a comforting hug. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to pretend with me."

Tears escape despite your efforts to hold them back, and you bury your face in his shoulder. Jisung holds you close, his touch a soothing balm for your frayed emotions.

"I'm sorry," you manage to whisper, your voice shaky.

Jisung pulls back slightly, his fingers gently wiping away your tears. "Don't be sorry. It's okay to feel how you feel."

You take a deep breath, the weight of your sensitivity slowly easing as he offers his understanding and comfort. "It's just that... your comment earlier, hit me harder than I thought."

Jisung's expression shifts from concern to realization. "Wait, the thing I said during the game?"

You nod, feeling a mix of relief and vulnerability in sharing your feelings with him.

He lets out a sigh, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek. "I'm sorry if I upset you. I didn't mean to"

You offer a small smile, touched by his genuine concern. "I know you didn't mean it that way"

Jisung's gaze softens as he holds you close. "You don't have to go through this alone, you know? I'm here for you, always."

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Felix:

 You and Felix are spending an afternoon together, exploring a bustling shopping district. The sun shines overhead, casting a warm glow on the streets as you stroll hand in hand, occasionally stopping to peek into storefronts that catch your interest. It's meant to be a carefree outing, a chance to enjoy each other's company and the city's charm.

As you walk, a group of girls pass by, casting a quick glance in your direction before bursting into laughter. Your heart sinks as you catch the tail end of their mocking glances. You feel exposed as if their laughter is directed at you, even though you can't be entirely sure. You clasp Felix's hand a bit tighter, a mix of discomfort and embarrassment pooling within you.

Felix continues chatting about something he spotted at a nearby store, seemingly oblivious to the brief encounter. He's always been the kind of person who radiates positivity and doesn't let minor things affect his mood. You don't want to ruin the day with your sensitivity, so you offer a small smile and nod as he speaks.

As you browse through a store, Felix's genuine concern hasn't waned. He can sense that something is off, even though you're trying your best to hide it. He decides to address the issue and approaches you, his voice gentle.

"Is everything alright?" he asks softly.

You hesitate for a moment before admitting, "Honestly, something kind of bothered me earlier."

Felix's expression shifts from curiosity to attentive concern. "What happened?"

You take a deep breath, summoning the courage to share. "When we were walking, I noticed a group of girls looking at me and laughing. I don't know why, but it made me feel self-conscious."

Felix reaches out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You're a wonderful person, and those girls' opinions don't matter. If anything, their behavior says more about them than it does about you."

"Felix," you begin, your voice soft but resolute. "There's something I want to tell you."

He shifts slightly, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering attention. "What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, you find the courage to speak your truth. "I love you."

Felix's eyes widen ever so slightly, his expression a mix of surprise and tenderness. The moment hangs suspended between you, a pause filled with emotion.

Then, a heartwarming smile spreads across Felix's face, his gaze never leaving yours. "I love you too, more than words could express."

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Seungmin:

You and Seungmin have always had a strong bond, but like any couple, disagreements are a natural part of your relationship. One evening, a difference in opinions leads to a heated argument that tests both your emotions and your sensitivity.

The topic at hand is trivial, something that wouldn't usually escalate into a conflict. But somehow, the conversation has spiraled into a full-blown disagreement, each of you holding your ground with growing frustration. As words are exchanged, your sensitivity to certain tones and remarks heightens the intensity of the argument.

"Can't you just see it from my perspective for once?" Seungmin exclaims, his voice tinged with exasperation.

You feel your heart clench, the sharpness of his tone cutting deeper than he intended. Your sensitivity to emotional nuances has always been a double-edged sword, allowing you to connect deeply with others but also making you more susceptible to feeling hurt.

"I am trying to see your perspective," you reply, your voice strained. "But that doesn't mean my feelings don't matter."

Seungmin's expression shifts, a mixture of frustration and regret flickering in his eyes. "I didn't mean to dismiss your feelings."

As the argument reaches a temporary impasse, you struggle to rein in your emotions. The sensitivity that runs through your veins makes it difficult to shake off the lingering hurt caused by the heated exchange.

Seungmin's brow furrows as he takes in your expression, his frustration fading into concern. He realizes that the argument has taken an emotional toll on you, and the realization dawns that his words have impacted you in a way he hadn't anticipated.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, his voice softer now.

You struggle to hold back tears, your emotions bubbling over. "It's just... sometimes the way we argue... it gets to me."

Seungmin's gaze softens as he comprehends the depth of your sensitivity. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize..."

Seungmin takes a step closer, his eyes unwavering. "We'll work through this together, okay? I'll be more mindful of your sensitivity, and you'll let me know when things get tough."

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips, touched by his willingness to bridge the gap. "Deal."

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Jeongin:

You and Jeongin find yourselves on a quiet rooftop, the city lights below casting a soft glow against the night sky. The stars twinkle above, and a sense of tranquility settles over the two of you. Stargazing has always been a cherished activity for you – a time to reflect, share thoughts, and simply enjoy each other's company.

Tonight, however, there's an underlying weight tugging at your heart. Lately, you've been feeling emotionally sensitive, and specific comments and situations are affecting you more than they should. You had hoped that tonight's stargazing would provide a moment of solace, a chance to open up to Jeongin about your feelings.

As the two of you lie on a blanket, gazing up at the constellations, you feel a mixture of contentment and apprehension. You decide to seize the moment and express what's been on your mind.

"Jeongin," you begin softly, "sometimes, I get a little more affected by things than I let on."

He turns to you, his eyes curious. "What do you mean?"

You take a deep breath, trying to put your feelings into words. "Well, like when certain things are said a certain way, or when I'm feeling overwhelmed, it gets to me even if I try not to show it."

Jeongin nods, but his expression doesn't change much. "I get it. We all have our moments, right?"

You feel a pang of disappointment – it's as if he didn't quite grasp the depth of what you were trying to convey. Nonetheless, you press on, hoping he'll understand better with a bit more explanation.

"Yeah, but sometimes it feels like the sensitivity is a bit too much. Like, I wish I could just brush things off, but I end up overthinking."

He offers a sympathetic smile. "It's okay, you know? You're allowed to feel how you feel."

His words are reassuring, yet you had hoped for a deeper connection, a moment of shared vulnerability. You let out a soft sigh, the stars above seemingly reflecting the emotions swirling within you.

As the night progresses, you both continue to share stories, laughter, and quiet moments of contemplation. It's a beautiful night, but there's a part of you that longs for a more profound understanding from Jeongin.

The conversation turns to dreams, aspirations, and fears. You listen intently as he speaks about his hopes for the future, his determination to succeed, and his worries about letting people down. He talks animatedly, completely immersed in the conversation.

You seize the opportunity to dive a bit deeper. "You know, Jeongin, I've been feeling a bit lost lately too. Like, I'm not sure where I'm headed."

He grins, nudging your shoulder playfully. "Don't worry, you'll figure it out. You're amazing at whatever you do."

You smile back, but a part of you aches. It's as if your words were merely skimmed over, not fully comprehended. You had hoped that sharing your uncertainties would spark a more profound exchange.

He yawns and stretches, a contented smile on his face. "Tonight was nice, huh?"

You nod, feeling a bittersweet smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah, it was."

As he gathers the blanket and begins to pack up, he glances at you, his gaze lingering for a moment. "You okay?"

You hesitate, then decide to voice what's been on your mind. "Honestly, I wish sometimes you could pick up on the things I don't say. Like, understand when I'm struggling even if I'm smiling."

Jeongin's expression shifts from confusion to realization. "Wait, are you saying… you've been feeling more sensitive lately?"

You nod, relieved that he's finally connecting the dots.

He lets out a sigh, his features softened by understanding. "I'm sorry if I missed that. I guess I assumed you were always strong, that you didn't need anyone to worry about you."

You let out a chuckle, a mix of amusement and fondness. "Well, even strong people have their moments."

Jeongin's hand finds yours, his grip gentle and reassuring. "I promise, from now on, I'll pay more attention. I want you to know that you can always talk to me."

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[strnsvt]

lee chan — a journey beyond playground.

you were 7, and so was chan, as he observed you always accompanying your older brother, soonyoung, to the playground. where you would sit on a bench, with a stray cat on your lap, observing your brother play football with his friends.

seated in your familiar spot, you would find solace in the routines of watching and the comforting presence of the stray cat amidst the playful chaos of the field.

then suddenly an accident occurred — the football flew over to you, hitting right on your head, causing the startled cat to hiss and run away, as you instinctively pressed your palms against where the football hit you.

your brother ran towards you, hurriedly asking if you were alright, cupping your face to look at your head. as you winced from the sudden impact, another concerned figure darted towards you— chan, rushing to your aid. "you ok? im sorry," he says, worry evident in his voice. you just looked down, tears falling from your eyes as your brother consoles you, "don't cry, don't cry,"

reaching out a tentative hand, unsure of how to comfort you. chan's eyes searched for a solution, a way to erase the mistake, but at that moment, his presence alone offered a strange reassurance. your tear-filled gaze met his, and a wordless understanding passed between you.

you stopped accompanying your brother to the playground then after and chan's remorse weighed heavily on his young shoulders, blaming himself for your absence from the playground. days turned into months, and the field felt emptier without your presence, a void chan couldn't shake off.

chan was 9, and so were you, when soonyoung invited him to your house. chan felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation as he followed soonyoung to your house. the memories of the accident weighed heavily on his mind.

upon reaching your doorstep, soonyoung rang the doorbell, the sound echoing through the silence. as the door creaked open, chan's heart raced with uncertainty. he glanced up, meeting your gaze as you stood in the doorway, a mix of surprise and curiosity flashing across your face. "i've got chan along,"

while soonyoung excused himself to the bathroom, chan and you sat on the sofa, the living room filled with silence. so chan starts — he calls your name, asking you why you don't join your brother to the playground. you simply shrug, telling him that you've found football boring, and that you've found a hobby to entertain yourself with. as soonyoung returned from the bathroom, the conversation shifted to lighter topics.

chan's visit became a catalyst, planting the seeds of a potential return to the playground, and perhaps, the rekindling of a friendship that had been paused by an unexpected accident.

you were 12, and so was chan, when you two had become good friends, or more. chan would hold your hand and take you to his secret hideout.

once, chan, took you to his hideout and kissed you on the cheek. overwhelmed by shyness, you slapped him. your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as you quickly averted your gaze, feeling flustered by the unexpected turn of events.

chan, taken aback by your reaction, immediately pulled back, his eyes widening in astonishment. "i'm so sorry...i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he stammered, regret and concern evident in his voice.

the both of you go to college now. you being busy with your academics and a goal in your mind to top all your classes, didn't interact with chan or any of your friends.

sitting across from each other, chan and soonyoung ate in a rather uneasy silence. chan sighs, "what is it hyung?"

soonyoung simply takes a bite out of the bread.

"hyung, you're making it worse,"

"lee chan. . .do you like y/n?"

soonyoung's question hung heavy in the air, the silence amplifying its weight. chan, taken aback by the directness of the inquiry, paused for a moment, his gaze shifting uncomfortably before meeting soonyoung's eyes. "what?"

"im serious, chan, my sister doesn't need a distraction from her studies."

"you're treating her like she's seven." chan scoffs, "hyung, we've grown now. you know you should stop being so overprotective to her."

"i know what im doing. im her brother, you brat,"

"i get it, hyung. but it's not the same anymore. we've all grown up, including y/n," chan replied, trying to convey a sense of maturity in his perspective.

soonyoung's protective instincts clashed with the reality of your maturity and growth. "i just worry that distractions might affect her,"

"i promise i won't be a distraction,"

"what?"

chan cleared his throat, feeling the weight of soonyoung's scrutiny. "i mean, i'd be there for her, support her with her studies. not be a distraction but, you know, be by her side when she needs it. as a friend," he shifted uncomfortably, his attempt at clarification still sounding ambiguous.

soonyoung studied chan for a moment, contemplating his sincerity. "alright, but if you hurt her—"

"i won't," chan interjected firmly, meeting soonyoung's gaze with earnestness. "i care about her too, hyung. i won't do anything to jeopardize what matters to her."

the days following that breakfast conversation felt different for chan. he attempted to strike a balance between his studies, social life, and keeping an eye out for you without being intrusive.

days turned into weeks, and chan and you found yourselves engaging in lengthy conversations whenever they managed to steal moments away from your busy schedules. chan, eager to maintain your connection, often initiated your talks, showing genuine interest in your life beyond academics.

"y/n," chan said, leaning in closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "imagine the adventure we could have out there."

"hm?"

"you wanna sneak out for a long drive?"

"what?"

"im serious, y/n,"

"chan, you know my brother-"

"im not afraid of him. i could never be afraid of someone who genuinely believes that he is a tiger,"

"dont make fun of him,"

"sorry, sorry," he chuckles, "but im serious. we'll be careful, i promise," he assured, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "besides, when was the last time you did something spontaneous?"

"...never?"

"exactly,"

the same night, chan helped you sneak out of your bedroom window. "ready?" chan asked, his excitement contagious.

you hesitated, "but where would we go? and won't we be missed?"

"we'll be back before anyone notices, i promise," chan reassures, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "trust me, it'll be unforgettable."

and it was. playing music out loud with the windows rolled down as the wind blew through your hair. as the night unfolded, the road stretched ahead, lit by the moon's gentle glow.

under the moonlit sky, chan and you found solace in these stolen moments. each night brought new adventures, laughter echoing through the quiet streets as you both embraced the thrill of spontaneity. the world felt alive, and so did your connection.

one night, as you sat on the hood of chan's car, gazing at the stars, he turned to you, his eyes filled with sincerity. "y/n," he began, "the moon is beautiful isn't it?"

a soft smile played on your lips as you say, "these nights mean a lot to me,"

"me too," he says with a smile of his own.

he watched you looking up at the moon. a soft breeze played with your hair as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek, making you look at him. "god, i've always wanted to do that,"

"i know,"

"you know?"

"you kissed me when we were like...twelve. that too at that hideout you always took me to,"

"yeah but even before that,"

"before that?"

"yeah. since i was nine...or seven,"

"seven? that young?"

"movies influenced me, what can i say?"

as the laughter subsided, chan's gaze remained fixed on you. the moonlit night held an air of quiet understanding, and you found yourself closing your eyes as chan leans in to place his lips on yours in a chaste kiss-

is what should have happened. instead what you got was a call from your brother.

a/n: super duper rushed ending im sry😔

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[captjprice]

John Price x Medic!Reader

a/n: this fic sucks honestly. i had to rewrite it THREE times. its so rushed im sorry. next smut WILL be better.

warnings: smut, p in v sex, fingering, quickie, on the desk, poor desk, exhibitionism??, light dom/sub, Price is so sweet,

When Price saw you for the first time, he could barely get the words out of his mouth to greet you. He was in total awe of you, your pretty face and your cute figure. How had such a sweetheart been assigned to treat him? He couldn't help but smile as you spoke sweetly to him. "Please, sit down, Captain."

Price knew the way you acted and spoke wasn't meant to elicit such a reaction from him— You were simply a bubbly personality. Yet, something nagged him with the thought that you knew exactly what you were doing. He tried to push those thoughts, (and many others), aside. Especially in moments like when you tended to the wound on his bare chest, and he could see your cheeks flushing from the close proximity. It made him grin, and shift his position to hide the hard-on growing in his pants.

He knew he had to do something about it, because the mutual attraction between the both of you made every room hot and humid. And he couldn't just keep satisfying himself with a quick palming under the desk.

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You sat in the treatment facility, chatting around with Tara, one of the other medics on base. It wasn't often you had time to chat, but the business had died down. Just when the topic of the Captain came up, he walked through the door. He usually did so daily around the same time, claiming he had 'orders' to check up on you, but you knew better.

You also knew that the way he looked at you wasn't just friendly. Couldn't have been. Tara watched with a sneaky smile, then headed off to treat one of the soldiers, Antonio, in the next room. Tara obviously knew about the two of you, you could cut the tension with a knife.

Price walks in, obviously trying to look casual as he stepped closer to you. You bat your lashes at him, and he quirks up a brow in amusement. "What's with you, love? Lookin' at me like that?" He muses, brushing a piece of stray hair behind you ear. "What? Like what?" You tease, tilting your head. "Little devil," He mutters under his breath before clearing his throat. "Listen, sweetheart. Gotta talk to you. In my office, it's important."

The way he says it makes you worry, like you've done something wrong. "Oh, everything okay?" You ask, furrowing your brows together. He nods, just making a motion for you to follow him, and you do just that. "Everything's alright, just wanted to have a talk, yeah?" He says, and you answer with a hum. He lets you into his office with a mutter of 'lady's first,' then sits down at his desk with a groan.

"Alright, love. I know there's no beating around the bush about it, so i'll say it. You're.. distracting." His words cause your eyes to widen, and you clear your throat. "What?" You blurt. "I don't know if you even realize it, but you drive me up the wall sometimes, touching me and talking all sweet." He mutters, light frustration lacing his tone. Your cheeks turn red, and you just stare at him. You were flirting with him, obviously. But you didn't think he'd get so.. bothered by it.

"I mean it. And i'd like to take you out sometime, if you'll have me." He finished, standing up and walking over to you. "Hm?" He hummed. You snapped out of your daze, nodding along. "Oh, yeah. Yes. I'd love that." You mumbled, mind totally elsewhere as his hand cupped your chin. "You're such a pretty lass," He mused, leaning closer. His gaze flickered to the door, making sure it was fully closed. You practically melted into his grip, whispering a shy "Thank you," back to him.

He finally decided to make a move if you wouldn't, leaning closer and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was sloppy and needy, like he didn't care about taking his time. He pulls back for a moment to catch his breath, staring at you lovingly. "You do want this? Right?" He whispered, making sure he wasn't acting out on a whim here. You nod, cheeks flush. He also nods, his lips pecking yours chastely before moving down your jaw, all the way to your collarbone.

His hands fiddled with the top of the nurse uniform, unbuttoning it and sliding it off as quickly as he could. He needed you, and he was making it real obvious. You whine as he kisses down your cleavage, sucking a dark mark right between your breasts. The noise makes him grin, and he pulls back to hoist you up, placing you on the desk. His lips are back on your skin, his hands absently fiddling to unclip your bra. When he's finally able to toss it to the side, he groans. You were so beautiful, and he was going to absolutely ruin you. "You're perfect, love. Absolutely perfect, and all for me." He says quietly, his mouth running over your breast and toying with your nipple.

A whimper leaves your mouth, and your thighs press together as a shameful reminder of your arousal. "Someone will hear," You manage to say as John continues to grope you. "So?" He says lowly, pushing you further back on the desk, not even turning his gaze when one of the photographs fall to the floor. His hands pull down your skirt and panties at the same time, leaving them hanging at your ankles. His hands trail over your bare thighs, making it's way to your dripping cunt. "Mmh," You whimper as he pushes your legs open, letting his fingers tease across your inner thighs. 'You're sure, right?" He asks again, and you nod. "Please," You mumble, and he obliges, letting his fingers slide across your folds. He whispers out a curse as he feels just how wet you are, and his thumb flicks across your clit. You squirm, your legs jolting a little from the sudden touch. Without warning, he pushes two fingers inside of you.

You let out a shameful moan, and you hope to god nobody is outside of his office right now. "John," You whisper absentmindedly, squirming as he begins to pump his fingers into you. "Fuuuck, you're tight. Can't wait to have you clench around me like that." He whispers, his free hand squeezing your breast. You don't reply— You're too lost in the feeling of his fingers inside of you, holding onto the desk like your life depends on it. The pressure and arousal builds, and you throw your head back, trying to grab onto Price's wrist so maybe he'll slow down, but he just slaps your hand away.

"Mmh, close, I.." You whine, and he just shushes you. "I know, love. You're doing so well, aren't you?" He whispers, only speeding up. The pitch of your moans get higher, and his hand comes up to caress your cheek. He can tell you're about to come undone— His hand places itself over your mouth to muffle the loud noise when you do. Your legs tremble, and he continues to pump his fingers through your orgasm. He removes his hand when you've quieted down, placing a little kiss to your forehead. "You did so good, sweetheart. That was only to get you ready." He mumbles, unbuckling his belt.

Despite how quick it all was, he was so caring. "You okay, love? Think we can continue?" He asked sweetly, caressing your knee. After a moment of heavy panting, you nod. He unzips his pants, stepping closer and pulling himself out of his pants. Fuck, he was huge. He took his cock in his hand, pumping himself a few times. "Oh, am I gonna enjoy this.." He mused, letting his tip slide along your folds. You whimpered, sick of the teasing. "John, please.." You whispers. He grins lazily, placing his tip at your entrance. Slowly, Price pushes himself inside of you, careful to not hurt you. "You're doing so good, lovely." He cooed, his thumb rubbing circles onto your hips.

He stopped when almost fully in, giving you a moment to adjust. "You just let me know when you're alright, hm?" He hums, staring down at you. You nod after a minute, and he slowly starts moving. You've never felt so full, you're sure of it. Your eyes flutter closed as you take in the sensation, and his thumb continues to rub circles onto your hips. "You feel even better than I expected, love." He groans, speeding up a little. You know you should be quiet— It's his office and if you get caught you'll both have a big problem. But he's so big, and you can't help but let a few moans spill from your mouth. "F-.. Oh, fuck, John, faster..-" You whine out, your hand finding his shirt and trying to pull him closer.

"Mmh, you'll have to be quiet." He grunts, speeding up to a pace that's almost animalistic— The hand that was rubbing your hips are gripping now, his fingers digging into your plush skin as he thrusts into you. Your noises only get louder along with the sound of skin slapping on skin. "Fuck," He moans, reaching forward to place his hand over your mouth again when you get too loud for his liking. You're close, you can feel that same pleasure building in your lower abdomen. When Price leans forward to bite into your shoulder to stifle his own sounds, you come undone, your legs wrapping around his waist as you practically see stars.

It doesn't take him long to come after that, lazily thrusting into you a few more times before he bottoms out in you, coming inside. Your legs twitch, and you let out a soft whine. "John.." He pulls out, panting heavily. "Fuck, you're amazing. Heavensent, love." He whispers to you, leaning forward to give you a chaste kiss. "You alright?" Price asks, noticing you just hazily looking at him. You nod, and he grins. "Mmh, how about you head to my quarters and step into the shower, yeah? I'll join you in a moment." He says sweetly, and you nod again, pulling up your panties and skirt on wobbly knees.

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[iblameashley]

Date-night with König. SFW.

Civilian | Male | Gay

1,200 words

Content: Date-night, Hand-holding and Kissing.

Mostly just cute fluff.

Date number three. König was sat at the table fidgeting, waiting for Alex to arrive. This was all still so new to him. The restaurant was dimly lit, soft music playing in the background. There was a candle flickering at the centre of the table.

He saw Alex come through the door, he exchanged words with the head waiter, and was escorted over. König stood up nervously, taking in the sight of Alex all dressed up. Alex had worn a light-blue button down with black slacks. He felt under-dressed in comparison, a simple polo and khaki's, wearing the black face-mask that covered most of his scars.

"H-hey, Alex" He stammered. "You look..."

Alex beamed him a smile. "Thank you. You look great too, Tobias."

König looked uncomfortable. "König. Please... Its. I just prefer König."

Alex nodded. "Okay."

König motioned to the seat beside Alex, and they both sat down. His leg became restless and his heel tapped at the floor.

"I've never had Sushi before." He said as he looked over the menu.

"I think you'll find a lot of things you'll like," Alex said. "There are many options, we can start with the vegetarian stuff first, if you want." "S-sure." He couldn't look up at Alex. Though he did make passing gazes at the top of his shirt. The top button open, and a little tuft of chest hair poking out. "This is the third date..." He mutter to himself.

"Hmm?" Alex asked.

"Nothing. Just deciding what to try."

Alex smiled. He could see the red spreading across König's face. It was endearing that such a big man was so easily flustered.

After ordering several different options, they began to slip into casual conversation. It had been rocky at first, König's life had been mostly military; something he really avoided talking about. Alex could see when there was a knot forming in König's stomach, and would change the topic, the poor man was torturing himself enough just being out.

He had even managed to convince König to take his mask off before the food arrived. König had hesitated, ashamed of his face. But Alex was unbothered, though he did take everything in. The thick scare that ran from König's temple to his jawline. The one from his lower lip to his chin, and the one next to his ear that ran half way down his neck that looked like a burn. There was also a small chunk of flesh missing from one of his nostrils. So many stories. Maybe one day König would tell him.

As the conversation progressed, König began to lighten up; open up. He practically ignored the Sushi, stuffing one piece in and continuing a story. A stray dog he had made friends with, 'Nala'. Places he loved to go in Austria and Germany. The few family members he still had. It was the most enthusiasm Alex had ever seen from the man. They shared a love of dogs and the countryside. They both spoke multiple languages, though Alex joked it was a shame he didn't know German.

In an awful attempt at humour, König had cracked a joke. A terrible, awful joke about a guy who stole 'all the calendars' and 'got twelve months.'

Alex nearly choked on his water as König landed the punchline. In between hacking up a lung, he laughed uncontrollably. The attention it drew from the rest of the patrons made König shrink down in his chair and look at the wall.

When Alex had finally composed himself, he apologized for the outburst. "I love puns." He said, still huffed out some laughs.

"You've got a smile that could disarm an army, its quite the weapon." The words slipped from König's lips before his brain could register what he had said.

There was a silence that hung in the air between them for what felt like an eternity. Alex was flabbergasted by the sudden admission. König was considering jumping off the roof.

"Oh mein Gott" He whispered. He looked up at Alex, just sitting there. "I-I'm so sorry, Alex! That came out completely wrong, I must sound like an idiot. Ich könnte im Boden versinken." (I could sink into the ground)

Alex reached across the table and gripped one of König's hands tightly. He thumbed at König's rough, calloused hands and smiled. "König, its okay. I understand what you were saying. I appreciate the compliment."

König began to relax, and squeezed Alex hand. His heart was burning bright as Alex's soft hand embraced his.

"Don't be so hard on yourself," Alex said. "You're doing fine. I'm here. You've already won me over... so just be yourself."

König swallowed hard. This was the most interest anyone had ever had in him. Alex wasn't scared of him, or using him as a quick fuck. He talked to him like he was just another guy. Well, not just another guy. They were on a date.

König's head was swimming in happiness the rest of the date. He refused to let Alex's hand go, save long enough for Alex to pay the bill. "My treat." He had said as he handed his card to the waiter. He wouldn't take no for an answer.

König, not wanting to let the night end, insisted on walking Alex back home. It was a fairly long walk, nearly a half-hour from the restaurant.

"Du berührst mein Herz auf eine Art und Weise, die ich nicht in Worte fassen kann." He mumbled along the way. (You touch my heart in a way that I can't put into words)

"You going to tell me what that means?" Alex inquired.

"Nein." König chuckled. "Its my secret."

When the reached the stoop of the apartment complex, Alex walked up the first two steps and turned to face König. Finally at eye-level with the man. Those striking blue eyes. The short, dirty-blond hair with whisps of grey. His lips, a soft pink.

"Je peux t'embrasser?" Alex asked. (Can I kiss you?) "What?" König asked.

"Its my secret." Alex winked.

Taking the chance, he put his arm around König's waist and pulled him in. Their faces were centimetres apart, and König's nervous breath was warm on Alex's face. Alex leaned in and pressed his lips to König's. They were soft, and he eagerly leaned into it. His hands made their way to Alex's waist and held him tightly.

König tilted his head, and in his timid nature, slowly slid his tongue in. It barely grazed against Alex tongue before pulling back. Their lips parted briefly, then locked again. A little more tongue again. When the moment passed, König rested his head against Alex's.

They stood there in the cool night air, enjoying a new moment. A peaceful moment König had never experienced before. It was almost overwhelming for him, to have experienced so much joy in so little time. Three dates. He was falling in love.

König watched as Alex entered his building, and only left when he saw the light of his apartment flicker on. "Goodnight." He whispered.

He put his mask back on to hide the idiotic smile plastered across his face, and decided to walk the full hour back to the base. He wanted the time to replay the whole date. The kiss, especially.

#lgbtq #gay #writing #cod #König #Konig #call of duty #mw2 #mw ii #cod mwii #cod mwf2 #romance #datenignt #fanfiction #fanfic #original character #oc stuff #my oc #oc #König x Male #Konig x Male

[starboybutler]

Hi! I noticed you were looking for request ideas. Your little E fics really intrigue me. Maybe you could write something about the Colonel getting upset with him for whatever reason and him trying his best not to cry and slip into littlespace, only for him to slip and need your (GN reader) comfort after he's gone? (Sorry, I hope I'm making sense here lol!)

im glad my fics intrigue you in some way!! i always have room for little!e, so here we go 🫶🏽 (sorry this took so long, i kept rewriting it because i was literally NEVER happy with it 😭)

Relax

as soon as the door opened up, you knew something was off with elvis.

he had been coming home slightly later than usual for the past few days. he would stay late in the evenings talking to the colonel about a 'christmas special' he had planned for elvis.

the special itself wasn't the issue-- elvis was ecstatic at a chance to be on stage again after doing only movies for so long. he just didn't want it to be a christmas special. the colonel was so adamant about it however-- and elvis felt so powerless against him on the matter. you hated that the colonel made him feel so discouraged about the thing he was so passionate about.

"e?" you muttered softly, putting down the book you were reading and stepping towards him as he entered the room, his head hung low. he lifted his head slightly, giving an unconvincing smile as you placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "what's wrong?"

"nothing, honey." he says lowly, sighing softly and closing his eyes. he looked tired. he never slept the best, and now that the colonel had been keeping him out later than normal, he had been getting even more restless. he wouldn't tell you what he was worrying about, but you knew that the colonel had something to do with it. he always did. elvis gave a small hum, his blue eyes fixed on you gently.

"i'm just...tired i guess."

his eyes looked glassy, like he was on the verge of tears. you bring your thumb to stroke his cheek, the tender touch making him sigh as you lean closer to him. you decided at that moment that it was time to stop dancing around the topic of whatever was causing him stress. you couldn't stand to see him upset, and you hated when he held in his emotions like this.

"okay honey," you murmur, still gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. "how did things go with the colonel?"

he stiffened under your touch, his eyes snapped away from you, wide and shiny with unshed tears as he spoke softly. "it went fine." he grit out.

his voice was barely above a whisper, and slightly hoarse as he spoke. you knew then and there that something was wrong. he looked like he was two seconds from crying as you cocked your head to the side, pouting softly.

"that doesn't sound very convincing, e." you sigh, stroking his cheek with your thumb softly as you stare at him with a soft, concerned expression. you hated seeing him like this-- so downtrodden and upset, all because of the colonel. you'd kill that man if it was legal.

"look, let's just sleep it off if you don't wanna talk, okay?" you purr softly, making the corner of his lip twitch up slightly.

"okay," he mutters, leaning into your soft touch and closing his eyes.

you go to close the door behind him, dimming the lights and humming softly to yourself. he watches you move with large eyes, taking his hand and guiding him to the bed to sit on the edge.

"you wanna change outta those clothes?" you ask, brushing a stray piece of fluff off of his shoulder gently. he stiffens, moving to stand up and dust himself off flusteredly.

"i-i can change myself," he murmurs.

you saw that familiar glint of vulnerability in his eye. you had known about his tendency to slip into a more vulnerable headspace where he needed your care for a while-- but he was still embarrassed about it for a reason you couldn't quite figure out. you told him it didn't bother you one bit, and that you would gladly drop everything and take care of him whenever he needed it.

"e..." you sigh, and he turns his head away abruptly, his face flushing.

"don't," he whines softly, cheeks a sweet pink as he moves to stand. "i-i don't wanna bother you right now."

"you're not bothering me," you say firmly, stroking along his jaw. "i love you, and my little prince with all my heart." you coo, nuzzling your nose against his jaw and making him whine low in his throat.

he's quiet for a moment, his hands moving to wring together nervously as you pull back and look into his eyes gently. he looks like a little boy, vulnerable and desperate for attention as his lips parted softly.

"promise?" he asks lowly, voice soft and low, blinking owlishly at you.

"i promise," you sigh lowly, running a soft hand through his hair. "now let's go take a bath, okay little prince?"

"okay."

#elvis x reader #austin!elvis x y/n #elvis x y/n #elvis x you #asks #austin!elvis x reader #little e #little prince

[skzthoughs]

i love your writing!! could you do an A-Z with Jisung when you've got time?

A - Z with stray kids

- paring: Jisung x female!reader

- warnings: switch!jisung, switch!reader, oral (male and female receiving), praising, spit play, masturbation, pegging, use of toys, pet names, bondage, sub/dom dynamics, praising, teasing, semi-public sex (?), audio recordings(?), and more...

chan ver. | minho ver. | changbin ver. | hyunjin ver. | jisung ver. | felix ver. | seungmin ver. | jeongin ver.

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A: aftercare (what they're like after sex)

i definitely see jisung as the type of guy who would need YOU to hug him. it doesn't really matters if he was the dom and you both just had the roughest round ever. one of his favorite positions for cuddling during aftercare is when he has his arms wrapped around your torso and he can burry his face on your chest or your neck. your smell is his daily drug, so he is like a little baby.

i also see him as the type how would pick you up to the bathroom and clean your body, change the blankets, get you a glass of water if you need to, then pick you back to bed and finally throw himself over you, peppering you with kisses.

B: body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)

favorite part of his own body: jawline, neck, collarbones and chest.

why are these his favorite? simply. because of you.

he has to be honest. but every time when you workship his body, you leave some hickeys here are there but his jawline, neck, collarbones and chest are the parts where you focus the most. he loves the sight of watching himself on the mirror when he wakes up and see all of those purple marks on his body. also it's pretty noticeable and he doesn't even bother on covering them up. it's like a little reminder of last night.

favorite part of your body: everything...

im sorry but i see him just simping and being a sucker for you 24/7.

he adores your body from head to toe without exceptions. he would have some preferences for your hands, boobs and thighs maybe. by hands i mean that he loves YOUR hands all over HIS body. your thighs because he loves how big they are, to grab them tight, give them squeezes and mark them. and your boobs... kinda the same as your thighs but it doesn't matter the size.

C: cum (anything to do with cum)

about taste, it would be normal. not too salty, not too sweet, just normal.

and, he adores it to be all messy so, where...? everywhere.

this boy here loves to cum inside you and keep going until you are full and can't even take more. he adores to cum over your thighs, tummy, lips, face, ass, your or his own hands, all over himself, and i could say that the thought of cumming over your feet ran through his mind more than once, and he may try it...

D: dirty secret

sometimes he might be a pervert, and sometimes he feels ashamed of it but he just can't get himself to stop.

once he was a the studio, alone, recording some of his new solo track and you came over. things lead to other. pecks turned into kisses, those needy and eager ones. and you both ended up fucking... you riding his cock to be more specific...

after that, he came back to work and you said you were to get some food and that's when he went back to work, headphones on.

and oh shit... the mic was recording this entire time

and there he was, volume full and a growing boner inside his pants just by hearing your pretty moans, and the skin slapping sound

since then, he jerks off to that recording and you don't even know about that.

E: experience (how experienced are they?)

jisung may know what he likes, what turns him on and the same with you but sometimes he gets shy and doesn't even know how to act in the moment. maybe he want to try something new but his shyness popped out and just discarded that idea.

he has basic knowledge in this topic. he'll learn what you teach him quickly and do as you say, just wanting you to feel good. but he knows your body damn well, he's aware of those specific spots that make your eyes roll back and sometimes he takes advantage of them.

F: favorite position

when he is on his subby side, he definitely loves it when you're sat on his lap. either could be facing him or facing your back. it allows you to be the one on control, taking the lead of the speed and the roughness, and how deep, which also allows you to tease him (and he loves it when you do that)

but when he's the dom one, he fantasies on fucking you in any position to be honest. it could be doggy, missionary, and even lifting you up. and what he loves the most is when he can put his hand over your belly and press it slightly to feel how deep he is inside you and how big his cock that he can feel himself just by doing that.

G: goofy (are they more serious in that moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i don't really think that jisung is goofy during the moment but sometimes is unintentional. he can make you laugh even in the most serious moment and of course this ones aren't the exception.

H: hair (how well groomed are they?)

i see jisung as the type of trimming the hair down there, not wanting them to be so long and just make it look messy and unhygienic. maybe he doesn't shaves it all since the thinks that's too much.

and on you? nah. he couldn't care less.

he thinks that it's your own decision since it's your body and he has no right on judging about it. if you want to, that's fine and if you don't he's completely fine with that as well. at the end, it's just hair.

I: intimacy (how are they during the moment? in the romantic aspect)

he IS actually VERY intimate. his boy here dies for kissing you everywhere during the moment. most of the time he's into vanilla sex so his touch on your skin his very gentle but that doesn't means that he won't give you the best orgasm you've ever had.

his love bites and marks will cover your body and he will focus on the parts that he loves the most.

also those phrases of "i love you"s won't stop escaping from his mouth.

J: jack off (masturbation headcanon)

as i said before, jisung may be a pervert sometimes.

so when you are not around, he's jerking off to your moans that he recorded before, also some innocent photos of you and he even saved some videos and photos you've sent him. i'm pretty sure that he has some hidden album in his gallery of you.

sometimes, he even records himself. hand tight around his dick, pumping it fast, needy moans, whimpers and your name could be heard at the background as he finally cums all over his hand.

K: kinks

Sub/Dom dynamics: he just loves that you both have enough confidence and that he can let himself fall into that sub space, let his body be used just as a sex toy. he's more than happy just to be your personal dildo. also he loves it when the roles can change so suddenly, letting him enjoy your body and see that you love how good he makes you feel by how your body squirms around and your beautiful sounds.

bondage/orgasm control: there's one scenario that he fantasizes the most... he's tied up while being sat on a chair. you are giving him a blowjob/handjob but you are torturing him by not letting him cum. you just keep going, seeing his dick throbbing and getting really red and aching from not reaching a relieve. all he can do is whine and thrust his hips up lazily into your fist, begging for a green light that he is finally allowed to cum...

pet names/ praising: calling him some pretty names and praising him really turns him on. it makes him so happy and proud of himself. whenever you call him "babyboy", "baby", "honey" it's like a boast to him. and when you tell him any name which involves you calling him yours? "my pretty boy", "my little boy", " he'll quickly fall into sub space

L: location (favorite places to do it)

i could say that the recording room or his studio are his favorites. once he found out that it being soundproof could not only benefit the quality of his songs but also that he (and you, but is mostly for him) can be loud as he wants to. no one would bother, no one would interrupt.

also... the first time when he recorded your moans was an accident... but he surely would want to try that again. more stuff to jerk off too :D

then, the bedroom can go into his list of favorite places. it's comfy, warm, also some privacy but as the other boys are always around, there are always changes of interruptions.

M: motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

for this man, your moans, whimpers, or just any of the sounds you make are such a turn on for him. that's why he loves it when you're loud.

sometimes he would catch you while touching yourself and he'd be more than happy than just say at the door frame while watching carefully. the way you moan so needy for his touch, your whimpers when you still keep fucking yourself with your fingers even if you had already cum more than once, and his name leaving your lips whenever you're close to finish.

oh how he adores that he is the once you are thinking of while getting off...

N: no (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

degrading you. when he's being dom, he can't get himself to be mean while you in any way. even if you know that he doesn't really mean it, he can't do it at all. but if you degrade him, that's okay :)

also, he won't do cuckolding. he won't be able to handle watching you fuck another person that is not him. maybe the idea is arousing but he is possessive in that way and watching you moan and feel pleasure and it is not because of him, and he isn't participating? nope, he'd be jealous (maybe even a bit insecure). he knows he can do it way better.

O: oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

jisung would rather giving that receiving. absolutely.

he knows how to use that tongue pretty well. he doesn't care how, or when but he loves being between your thighs. his favorite is when you sit on his face and your fingers are tangled on his hair, pulling it slightly. he'd hum against your pussy, letting you know that he is also enjoying the moment.

his tongue would work so well on you, licking everywhere you need to until you cum all over his mouth and would clean you up like the good boy he is for you.

P: pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)

i think the he would be the slow and sensual type. he prefers to take his time with you, rolls his hips and thrust not too slow but in a decent speed, reaching your sweet spots and have his hands all over your body, treating you like you deserve and making you feel so good.

and if YOU are the one fucking HIM, he still prefers you to go slow and sensual, it turns him so much and wants the moment and the pleasure to last as long as it could. he hates it so much when he can't help it but cum so quick.

Q: quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often, etc)

i don't think he would dislike them. he could be turned on pretty easily and a painful boner would distract him and annoy him while he is working so why not?

and i see him shyly, calling you pretty often, asking you to come over or he would ask for you to talk dirty to him over the phone while he jerks of to it.

and if this boy is just so horny that a quicky isn't enough, he'll make an excuse to chan and the manager just to run back home to you.

R: risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc)

whenever you randomly teases you in public like sending him some sexy photo or randomly bend over in front of him, anything. he gets so shy and nervous. his cheeks would blush so hard and would scratch the back of his neck, trying not to make it so obvious...

but when he is the one teasing you... god he absolutely adores it...

he gets to see your reaction, being needy and how just the slightest touch from him would make you even needier, fists on his shirt and asking if you can go back home or somewhere private just for him to fuck you right then and there.

and he's willing to do that...

S: stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

jisung would last about 2 or 3 rounds in a row, then he'll need a little break to catch his breath and not to overstimulate himself that much to be painful. and he could last quite long if he wants to.

some kisses and cuddles are a most between rounds. some of the many rounds could be very gentle and slow, him hugging your body and his hips rocking slowly to then fall asleep on each other's arms...

T: toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i don't know why but i think that jisung is a big fan of sex toys. he thinks that they can bring more pleasure to the the moment and make it more enjoyable.

maybe he owns some dildos for you (and him sometimes). a fleshlight, or vibrator for you (and for him too)

U: unfair (how much they like to tease)

he likes to tease you so much but he isn't extreme about it. maybe he would give you some slaps to your ass, making you jump in surprise. maybe he would whisper some dirty thing to you ear just to turn you on. maybe he would suddenly go slower when you are close to your high... but if you ask nicely he would give you what you want immediately.

also he adores it much more when you tease him in any way, as much flustered and shy he would turn. he likes that sensation of being teased...

V: volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

my boy here is SO LOUD. and VOCAL. maybe he is the loudest (chan and jisung are the loudest hehe)

he can't keep himself quiet and the sounds he would make.... the whimpers, whines, groans, moans, just everything tells you really well that he is having the moment of his live.

plus he just sounds so hot that it even turns you on even more...

W: wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he has this fantasy where you are pegging him...

this scenario where he is laid on the bed and you have him with his legs spread, a strap on and fucking him slow but hard. hand around his cock and stroking it while your dumb is doing little circle over his lip. you have him leaking and really horny...

he's too shy so he would have one of his arms over his face to cover his face but he imagines you praising him and telling him that you like his expressions and the way he sounds while being fucked.

and there's this other position that he is riding you, his cock is slapping over and over on your abdomen on each bounce. he is a moaning mess, eyes rolling back when the dildo reaches far enough to make him cum all over your boobs.

X: x-ray (let's see what's going under those clothes)

i'd think that he is LONG, and he isn't that thick but just enough and maybe not too veiny. his size is just right. not huge but not too small.

Y: yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive is high but not too extreme. he just get's horny easily and can't help it. sometimes he tries to control himself and not to think about sex, and do some other things to distract himself. he's randomly get boners jut by some thought about something he saw or remembered, or you.

Z: zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterward)

this man is really caring so he'll make sure that you are okay and that if you felt good. he'd take care of you, clean you up, talk with you for a moment. then he would slowly fall asleep as well with a final "i love you so much"

#smut #skz smut #skz jisung #jisung smut #han jisung #jisung hard thoughts #jisung hard hours #stray kids smut #stray kids

[sneakertin]

ACTUALLY WHILE IM ON THE SUBJECT. how did james get his scar? did you have a specific situation in mind? a certain person that gave it to him? i also loveee that it’s across his mouth. like to me that’s always symbolised someone attempting to silence another person and that in this context makes me a little bit crazy to be honest. but i need 2 know your thoughts on it bc!!! he’s just so silly!!!

EEEHEHEEHEE THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!!!

ok so. i don't really having anything specific in mind but he got the scar before he lost his hand. i was thinking.. maybe he was tryna get some information from like a bulky alien guy with huuge claws. tt underestimated his strength and ended up getting his ass beaten and his face sliced?? claws would make sense considering the way the scar looks and that his left ear is also ripped a bit. and regarding the design, yeah, i wanted something that would stretch across his face, something noticeable but not big enough to distort his features cus i still need him to be recognisable. anyway. tt then proceeded to drag his sorry ass(affectionate) into his ship and then wrap his head in bandages to the point he looked like a mummy. ngl that probably made him look even more intimidating.

off topic, his hand was either blown up by a stray explosion of some sort, or chomped off by an angry shark headed alien. yes, i have two options.

anyway, thank you for being so interested in my silly little au!!! and thank you for the fic!!!!!!!

#WOOOHOHOHOHO #EHEHEHEHEE #bounty hunter tentoo au

[lluvguts]

really long list of toby headcanons because he's my favorite (sorry ben you're next)

collects small items, marbles, bottle caps, pebbles and animal bones

he will take jewlery off vitcims sometimes but only if brian or tim aren't looking

which he then stuffs under his mattress hoping no one notices

which is ironic for being a serial killer, getting anxiety over stealing

anyway

because of the cipa he definitely went through a phase where nina gave him a bunch of piercings

had a steampunk fixation for a period of time when sully brought it up one day, inspiration for the mouth guard and goggles

"I...look like what?"

he has more physical tics than verbal ones

im only saying this because we must stray far, far away from fanon toby from the 2000s

i.e. cracking his knuckles, his neck, twitches/face muscles twitches involuntarily

muscle jerks too

used to have a nervous habit of picking his nails and cuticles before the incident

chews the insides of his cheeks when he's mad or doesn't want to talk

doesn't eat much (not out of the pain of the injuries but from that he can't open his mouth very wide)

definitely isn't as bubbly and loud as in fanon

he can't talk very well because of the scarring, he can, it's just difficult for him to fully execute what he wants to say

so he often doesn't speak much unless its necessary

he uses a small notepad sometimes

but even writing it down can get overwhelming

*cough* has a mommy kink

he can't sweat in some places because of the scarring and poor temperature regulation (and cipa)

the underrealm has a stiff concept of time and aging

so the only reason toby's facial disfiguration and his other injuries have 'healed' the way that they did was because of that

think time stone

other than that, if he's in the overrealm he uses topicals and wound patches

even if he can't feel the wounds, or understand their effect when he's technically 'aging' or reliving the injuries in the overrealm, he needs the bandages so when he's out on missions for hours, it won't get infected

i will die on that hill

because there's no way for a laceration to be healed to the point where gum and teeth are visible

same goes for jtk but there's a separate post

#hope u enjoyed! #no headcanon shaming here #ticci toby #marble hornets #creepypasta #slenderverse #ticci toby headcanons #toby rodgers #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta headcanons #ticci toby hcs #headcanons #pastamonsters verse #marble hornets headcanons

[crpxrw]

Jeff the killer hcss

(tw: abuse, mentions of sa, stealing?, Drugs, alcohol, mention of grooming, mentions of gaslighting, overall triggering stuff ig)

•has ASPD and deff used to manipulate Nina before she realized what he was doing.

• now he just sticks to manipulating Liu by putting in this 'im so sorry for what I did pls forgive me' act bc Liu is rly vulnerable (hence why Sully was created) and basically believes everything Jeff says.

•his full name is Jefferson Vink Zugasti

• his dad was half Latino half white and his mom is just white which is why his skin was a lil tan before the incident (idgaf if someone's skin can't turn out that way from I fire and bleach I'm inlove with his original design 😍)

•listen ik everyone thinks of him as a greasy rat bastard that never had seen cleaning supplies but I read this fanfic on quotev once that made him a clean freak and I can't see him any other way now.

• plus I 100% belief that his mother would literally beat his ass if his chores weren't done and if his room wasn't the cleanest thing known to man.

• speaking of his mom I 100% belief that she did messed up things to both of her kids. Yk those weird mom that says 'the youngest (which would be Liu in this situation) just hits diff' yeah Jeff's mom (Margot) definitely was like that.

• but she wasn't like just jealous of Liu being around other women she would full on sa him all the time and basically groom him, making him belief that it was normal for mother's to be like that. Which is why it was so easy for Susan to groom Liu to.

• off the topic of Liu sorta while Margot would groom Liu she would basically treat Jeff like shit.

•shittest mother of the year fr

• he definitely did a lot of impulsive things when he was younger like steal cars, steal from stores, drink like Tobys dad, do drugs you know things like that.

• was 100% neglected by both his mom and dad, was always jealous of Liu (which is why he 'killed' him so brutally) bc he always had his mom's attention.

• despite that he never really loved his family bc he never had a reason to but he goes insane when attention isn't always on him. Hates when he isn't treated like a God basically. Which is why he was so fond of Nina, she always treated him like he was her savior.

• though it's difficult for him he can form emotional bonds and love people. It's just rlly mf difficult for to how much of an asshole he is and bc he's had yk ASPD.

• loves animals. Would never hurt an animal despite what the people around him would think. I can definitely see him taking stray cats and dogs into 'his' home and taking care of them.

•speaking of his home it's just some random cabin (that's pretty nice btw) in the woods. It was abandoned but not rlly in terrible shape so with some elbow grease he fixed it up to look brand new.

• he's constantly bored which is why he kills so often. It's the only thing other than manipulating ppl (which does get boring over time) that he can think of to soothe how bored he is.

• now I know it's a common thing in like everything that smile is his pet but I can't think of Smile being a pet to anyone. Smile probably bite Jeff's hand when they first meet which Jeff took personally and holds a huge grudge against him. He might love animals but he hates how smile acts+ smile bite him+smile is barely a dog and more of a shapeshifter in my opinion so he doesn't rlly like him that much. Sees him as some asshole shapeshifter furry. In short they both hate each other's guts.

• due to all the neglect he went through he never really was taught how to properly handle what he's feeling which makes him very agressive in everything and doesn't really understand why people feel the things they do. So like if someone was sobbing begging him not to kill them he wouldn't understand why they are acting that way. Basically he has the emotional understanding of a wall.

• professional gaslighter. Especially towards Liu.

• definitely a pervert. But he won't go as far as sniffing panties bc that's jus nasty and yk he's a clean freak. He's just rlly horny ig.

• he's on the world's most wanted people, do I even need to tell why?

• now I know this dude has the most fullest head of hair ever. Takes good care of it + his dad's side had the most thickest hair ever.

• talking about thick this man's is the definition of it😍, beefy arms man tits for DAYS and somehwat big thighs. ARF ARF SRF ARF AWOO😍😍

• ok talking about his appearance he does still have his eyelids because unless you have mountains of eye drops next to you and constantly pouring them in your eyes every second you would go blind or die idk. Point is, is that it's just it possible to not have eyelids so he still has those.

• has so many scars on his body anywhere and everywhere due to killing people (and when I say they fight back I mean they are always stabbing or throwing something with glass at him, hence why his arms are beefy, had to build that up over the years so he could properly kill some of them) and people constantly coming up and attacking him out of knowhere. This man's angers a lot of people.

• is blind in his right eye. Long story short one of his victims had a sharp pocket knife under their pillow for safety and took it out when was on top of them about to slit their throat and quickly stabbed him in the eye. He's still on the hunt for them till this day.

• I'd say he's about 24-26 yrs old.

• has the nastiest side eye, can't tell me otherwise.

• I know he's commonly written with blue eyes or black eyes but I'd say he has the deadest amber eyes ever.

• now going in detail on what his face looks like I'd say his face shape is like Chris Hemsworths, a couple of scars on his face including the healed smile scar he had since he was about 16, a slightly hooked grecian nose, thick eyebrows, and somewhat wide eyes, absolutely no facial hair, and thick, black hair that goes down just below his man tits.

• I wouldn't say he's the tallest crp as that award would go to Jack but he's pretty tall. Around 5'11.

I think I went on long enough so BYE. ANSO SORRY IF THERES AY TYPOS I DONT WANNA PROOF READ IT IM TOO LAZY YK. also pardon me simping a bit🤭BYE JOW

#jeff the killer #creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #homicidal liu #jeff the killer hcs #hcs #headcanons #tws

[ssobsinternallyy]

hi guys im bringing you my 2012 angst headcanons for the boys because they're silly

on the topic of ANGER:

donnie's anger is very loud, but not like- in the raph way loud. more like "i'm gonna lose my fucking shit" loud. he probably laughs like a fucking maniac when he's pushed over the edge angry. probably screams a lot and doesn't take a single break from screaming. like, take every pent up anxious thought this man has ever had and channel it into this anger. bro is a mess. he probably cries after every anger meltdown he has.

okay okay leo. leo's anger is a lot quieter. he probably funnels all his depression into his anger when he's like, honest to god, genuinely angry. the most you'll probably get out of him 90% of the time is irritation or disappointment. but when he is mad, lord have mercy on your soul. he probably goes to his room to brood after his little anger tantrums and then apologizes later.

everyone knows raph's anger. big loud and scary. he yells a lot of insults and shit. very very very VERY defensive when he's mad. can and will beat the shit out of you and won't feel bad about it unless you're someone he genuinely gives a shit about. after he's done screaming whatever he's mad about, he'll stomp off and listen to music or something. the most he'll do is text you an "im sorry" and then not talk to you for a good few hours.

let's talk about mikey. oh my god, mikey. this man is IMPOSSIBLE to get mad. you CANNOT piss him off. HOWEVER, WHEN YOU DO? bro. you're FUCKED. oh my GOD you are fucked. mikey's anger is COLD. not like, his fake, borderline irritation anger. no, not that. @turrondeluxe has been getting a lot of asks about mikey having anger issues and i SO SO SO agree. the worst part is, he won't say a FUCKING WORD to you, if he's angry. like, if he's fighting you, he will not speak. he can be quiet when he needs to be. and oh my god this man terrifies me. let him go apeshit plEASE. he'd go to his room and blast the most ear-bleeding death metal in existence until he's pushed all of the bad emotions back into their little box in the back of his mind. (as for the aftermath, he'll probably act completely normal the next day, after he's done bottling it all up again.)

more under the cut (tw for eating disorders, mentions of suicidal thoughts/ideations, and just genuinely sad stuff) (also sorry for tagging you fer LOL EVERYONE GO FOLLOW THEM)

some extra headcanons because i like them a lot they make me silly

mikey:

- mikey actually loves reading. he's dyslexic and can't read, but he loves forcing his brothers to read to him. (they secretly love reading to him)

- he probably struggled with an eating disorder of some kind at some point. probably almost killed him too

- also on top of the eating disorder: probably why he’s so much shorter than his bros (bad genes combined with not eating enough [or eating too much to the point of throwing up])

- 100% a metalhead. (i also think he listens to like, green day and nirvana. probably a huge gorillaz guy too. he just listens to whatever)

- master of manipulation. he might not be able to do math but he can crack your brain open like a walnut and pick you apart.

- has a lot of weird not-directly-suicidal thoughts about something happening to him. like "what if that train just hit me and i died" type shit.

- he keeps cat food on his belt so he can feed stray cats in alleyways :3

- raph is his favorite brother. raph is also the only one who knows Just How Much Shit (tm) mikey bottles up. they have a sworn pact to keep it in between themselves because leo and donnie just dont Get It like raph does. and mikey listens to raph and talks to raph and FUCK YOU IF YOU THINK RAPH IS ABUSIVE HE LOVES HIS BABY BROTHER‼️

- he loves april so so so so so much they do everything together. he cries indefinitely depending on how hurt or sad april is.

- gossip king. he keeps tabs on EVERYTHING

- he LOVES hot chocolate.

- trans guy (thanks fer i stole this hc from you)

- “i like everyone as long as they’re nice to me”

- he’s leatherhead’s little baby. LH is like, fourth favorite family member next to raph, donnie, and leo.

- speaks spanish (and russian for some reason?? idk it seemed like a funny headcanon) along with japanese and english obviously

- only texts in slang terms for some reason. donnie’s like, the only one who can semi decipher what he’s saying half the time

- after getting over his ED with the help of raph, leo, and donnie, he begins to treat his body a little kinder. he trains with raph in the morning, and slowly gets his booyah back!

raph:

- he only talks to mikey. he plays up the whole "mehmehmeh i hate mikey he's annoying" in front of leo and donnie but the moment they're alone they are best friends. mikey listens. he listens and he understands and he doesnt get mad at raph and raph loves him so much for that.

- his banter with leo is just petty. it's his second favorite way to blow off steam.

- his first favorite way is to punch old reliable (the punching bag)

- second best cook in the entire household

- he gossips with casey about people at casey's highschool.

- speaking of casey, he likes to spar with casey a lot. not train like he does with his brothers

- was passively suicidal for a long time because of some bad shit he was going through. he only just started realizing he needed help after realizing that MIKEY needed help

- he loves dogs. contrary to popular belief, he likes golden retrievers. (i also hc that he likes chihuauas tho)

- he likes soft indie music. (also probably a huge nirvana fan)

- iced tea lover

- bisexual as fuck

- speaks spanish cause he watches too many telenovelas

- trains regularly, treats his body like a temple.

leo:

- he likes reptiles! snakes, lizards, and little frogs are his favorite :3

- green tea drinker (he likes all tea except iced tea, but green tea is his favorite. chai is a very close second though)

- anxiety 9000% percent of the time, it gets better as he gets older though

- he’s allergic to peanuts probably. he strikes me as a peanut allergy guy

- he loves milk!!! he fucking loves milk!! drinks it every chance he gets!!!

- classical music nerd. (secretly a theater kid as well, has the entire grease soundtrack memorized)

- almost killed himself once (karai stopped him in time and they talked about it. he never tried again)

- donnie and him have the closest relationship. he likes that donnie doesn’t start fights for fun or lose interest in whatever he’s talking about quickly. (not that mikey actually loses interest, but it feels that way cause mikey hates eye contact. makes leo feel like he’s not actually listening.)

- he secretly really loves ICK. mikey always leaves her in his care when he’s off doing something else

- banned from mikey’s kitchen

- karai is his emotional support sister

- reads to mikey on a daily basis

- owner of the most popular captain ryan x reader fanfic on ao3

- kind of bullies his body by pushing it way past its limit at times, but mikey’s helping him with that

- nearsighted

- token straight brother (ik the transfem leo hcs are great.. but its funny to think about him being the only cis straight guy in his household…)

donnie:

- aroace king.

- treats his body like trash (getting better at going to sleep at reasonable hours with april’s help)

- HE LOVES MICE!!!! any kind of rodent actually. (also bunnies)

- black coffee drinker.

- can speak like four different languages fluently. has the third best understanding of japanese and kanji next to leo and mikey (mikey’s being the best because he retains the most of what splinter taught)

- not very spiritual at all but tries his best.

- probably the most depressed out of all of his brothers (pro tip: don’t compare depression guys, just saying he most definitely struggled the most with depression)

- doesn’t have a favorite brother. loves them all equally.

- got over his weird crush on april after realizing that it was probably just him wanting to feel normal. they’re besties now though

- would belittle everyone at a really low point in his life, got help though :D 👍 (he still apologizes about it to this day)

- also banned from mikey’s kitchen (still a better cook than leo)

- most of his inventions are stupid things his brothers though would be funny if he made (50% of the time they blow up in his face, but it’s still fun to mess around.)

- casey is the only one not allowed in his lab without supervision LMAO

- any bad depressive episodes he has usually ends in a turtle pile (HIS BROTHERS FUCKING LOVE HIM SO MUCH THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO SO SO MUCH FIGHT ME RAHHHH)

- he wears his goggles 100% of the time now.

- surprisingly has really good eyesight. the best out of his brothers.

- and lastly, he loves sweet things. even though he’s a black coffee drinker, he loves pastries and asks mikey to make him little sweet things all the time (mikey always agrees!)

thanks for reading this long ass post :3

#shitpost #headcanons with kira :3 #tmnt 2012 #i dont know what im doing man someone take these stupid fucks away from me

[nat-alianovnaromanova]

this poem reminded me of bucky barnes (i just got into marvel comics like a few months ago lmao). particularly wrt nat. and of course the dog coding of both of them is very interesting to me also. dog as in a tool dog as in a loyal servant dog as in devoid of identity except for their place as a cog in the machine. what do you think?

ohhhhh i love u for this. hm yes obviously this is more bucky than nat but sidebar it has echos of younger nat in the red room/when she first starts out as black widow. i dont think she is as pathetically beaten down as ws bucky bc she’s never had her autonomy & personhood completely stripped away like him so she is not a tool like he is. like yes she’s had her memories altered and tampered with but essentially she could always think for herself and so she could always pick up and go. but when she was younger not really she just wanted to be a good little spy, ergo the dog, until she escapes the kgb and becomes the fugitive dog never to be chained again. however

the winter soldier is literally a nameless dog on a leash. they kick him when he whines. he sits and waits and speaks when he is spoken to and rolls over when he is told to. and it is all insanely brutal and violent but it is all he knows so he thinks ah well this is how the world works!!!! i am either going to be thoroughly violated or completely ignored!!! and so i must be Good and Obedient. good cog in machine. good soldier. and again its literally all he knows. and when i say knows i mean … idk how to explain it but essentially he’s cognitively impaired as the soldier: brainwashing + drugs + cryostasis have obviously done a number on him! and when he’s only let out for hours at a time before being shut back in—which means he can barely begin to comprehend his surroundings let alone figure out a way to approach them—he behaves very mechanically. very doglike in that he obeys cues (ie sit shake roll etc). so over time he is conditioned to only behave in the ways his superiors like (follow this man. kill this woman. mission report. stand over there and don’t speak. or actually no come here us have fun with the good little soldier) bc it gets him the desired reaction: no reaction! to him no reaction = he’s been good and loyal. so bucky is chained. no control whatsoever. and it's learned behavior. when nat happens he's very ill-equipped to deal with her bc she wants him to speak and she doesn't give a shit about his being good and loyal. which is ironic because she is the only time bucky ever WANTS to be good and loyal to another person!! so here he needs to learn different behavioral patterns to earn the 'no reaction' which in nat's case IS reaction. sorry i feel like im explaining this wrong + ive veered off the dog topic. going back to that - the last part of the poem about the dog learning to love is VERY bucky during and after his time as the winter soldier. because he is essentially learning love from nat he thinks love is like. a smile. and he has no idea how to get it so he whatever he tries that works is the thing he relies on - and he does it again again again in the hopes that it will earn him love. he's like when you feed a stray once bc you felt bad and he keeps coming back even though you try to kick him away. so with the black widow he's like. when a dog brings you a dead bird and expects to be praised for it bc he knows no better. and anyway character thesis for the winter soldier is that he's treated more like an animal than a person. he is an attack god foaming at the mouth. someones sharpened his teeth for him but all the biting and snapping is his own. no one gives a shit about his identity or his wellbeing beyond serving his purpose which is to be a good loyal soldier. ergo dog. during recovery bucky becomes soooo pathetic about wanting to be good and loyal. essentially he curls up at the foot of nat/steves bed and waits for one of them to pet him. but also he pretends he doesn't want to be pet so that neither of them can see the extent to which he is desperate for it.

ALSO obviously there is love as biting. like digging into the flesh is an act of affection. where the black widow and the winter soldier think that love is like. hey i killed someone for u! here's the severed head :) circling back to the dog with the bird in its maw. circling back to trying to learn kindness and coming back for the hope of it even after they've been let down (by one another or the red room/hydra or wtv). they get one (1) mildly affectionate gesture and it drives them crazy forever.

anyway in conclusion bucky and nat are specifically dog coded in different ways. nat is more rabid. she is the kind of dog who bites first and back. she bites for fun! (otherwise she risks being bit and she is much too wary to let that happen.) bucky only bites back and that is out of fear. they are both always scared & poised to attack. bucky only knows to wait for scraps. nat digs in the trash for her own. bucky and the winter soldier are also dog coded in different ways. bucky is more of the pathetic one sitting in the foyer while the ws is the one who barks and bites and gives u rabies until one good kick turns him into a curled up whiny puppy. hope this helps!

#sorry this got very long and meaningless. im a big fan of motifs and symbolism and talking✊ #i think i got off topic somewhere but uhhh essentially its like. don't sink in me with your dog teeth #also pathetic losing dog. betting on losing dogs. bucky is a bigger losing dog btw #.pdf

[this-acuteneurosis]

so uh. IM the odd fuck anon that talks like THIS. Thank you for humoring my nonsense so much. I am sorry sometimes go to much off the wall. Trying to keep it more relevant, I did like the training with Leia and Ahsoka? cause it felt like basic training like that make sense to start her to ASSES with physical manipulation and fun cause emotions chemical brain, but force sensitives can PROJECT receptive so to speak and reminded of that Leia Yoda talk and it feels like its all coming together?

If I really had a problem with the questions, I wouldn't answer them. I don't expect everyone to come to my inbox and be "on topic" or anything.

I tried to make the testing sequence make as much sense as possible, especially because...

Look, I know I've said it. But I'm not adhering to canon. I know probably more than a casual fan, but honestly there is so much I have no idea about. People pop into my comments all the time and talk about people and events and world building and I'm just like...well those are names. And things that happened in a different GFFA, I guess.

So when I was doing these chapters, it was important to me that even if what was happening wasn't canonical in any way, that it was a good base for anyone reading to understand what was going on as far as my story is concerned. I'm glad that people have liked it, and that it's made sense to them. That tells me that however far I might have strayed, it was a new path worth walking.

[noona96n]

Hey off topic maybe a bit weird questions but do you have favourite beyond evil fics?

Or fics in general for any fandom tbh I'm interested in your tastes but beyond evil is where I'm at rn and you like that show, so..

my absolute fav Beyond Evil fics that i implore u to read it 🥺👉👈

here is the deepest secret (everyone knows) WIP, NOT RATED

like pressing buttons E

consign me not to darkness G

a cherry-petal eye G

in my breath again T

prison visit M

devotion as a blood sport T

on the hook of your splendor E

other Beyond Evil fics that i also love

reeled in E

i don’t know much about gentleness, but i will protect you from now on. T

in the fields that day M (TAGS)

cat whisperer T

and i watch you breath as i stood bleeding T

i'll wait by the stairs for you, wrapped up in smoke T

my own soul's warning T

i carry my love for you like my teeth T

tempest. T

the social network

wend and repeat (until true) E

in the details M

read 73 between 76 the 85 lines T

doing it right E

MCU

blóð ok Íss: a Fairy Tale E (PAIRING)

eidolon M (PAIRING)

the act of creation will be your salvation M

she is not a terra-cotta warrior T

the supersoldier's amnesiac groom E

tin soldier T

every shade of you T

nirvana in fire

provenance M

catharsis G

no grave can hold my body down NOT RATED

a rose by any other name would smell as sweet M

you've got mail T

the origin of pearl T

your hair is time E

a suitable man T

bleach

seed E (TAGS)

always leaving NOT RATED

star wars

an inevitability E (TAGS)

mission reports G

perceptions G

currents E (PAIRING)

waking up besides you im a loaded gun E (TAGS)

eleven stars G

handpicked G

minute E (PAIRING+TAGS)

dreamfield E

even as E (PAIRING+TAGS)

to have and to hold E (TAGS)

naruto

anchor up to me love M

blessed T

change fills my time M

rest with me until a brighter day M

everyday is exactly the same T

fate & circumstances T

fill your mouth with berries E

shadows in the sand E

touch-starved T (PAIRING)

sunburned T (PAIRING)

got7

dear desperado, i dont wanna be alone T

coming home G

spades two E

we best love

ten, twenty, infinity (hold me) T

querencia E

bungou stray dogs

of days past T

o children (give my gun away when it's loaded) M

the mourning after M

brute E

the king eternal monarch

the stars are filming us for no one E

the oppa trap E

figure skating (RPF)

tête-à-tête G

ur shadow on the back of my hand G

sherlock

the imaginary friend G

misdialed T

reigen seliger geister NOT RATED (TAGS)

jujutsu kaisen

u hear the day beckoning T

countdown to success T

the care & feeding of T

instructions for self destruction T

the old guard

shoreline T

hannibal

phillia E (TAGS)

wolf & i E (TAGS)

the fault in my code E (TAGS)

my roommate is a detective

domesticity is intimacy earned G

star trek

into dust E

gravity falls

imprinting M (PAIRING)

mad maxy fury road

the allmother of the citadel T

howl's moving castle (ghibli movie)

hearts & their consumption T

the lord of the rings

the long road T

the gap between us NOT RATED

and miles to go before i sleep T

chernobyl (hbo)

they that do not deserve the light E

stray kids

kim & bang T

harry potter

and we mend our broken wings T

and in their triumph die, like fire & powder T

2 moons

doubt ur intentions T

eagle of the ninth

what is begotten T

haikyuu

on stranger tides T

brunch friends M

shining stars T

i have like 600 fics bookmarked as 'favorite', so, uh, sorry if there are too many, i just couldn't decide which one to rec esp when there's no specific fandom 😭✋

also, im fully aware that some fics are v disturbing but they're written so beautifully despite the subject matter but also my tolerance is fckn high as fck i read dead dove do not eat fics w/o batting an eyelash lmao

also also i was forced to wrap up here bcs i reached 100 links limit rip sorry about that... hope u enjoy this long and draw out list tho 😅 and if u want more, im happy to continue the list lol

#fanfic #beyond evil #star wars #naruto #bleach #the social network #marvel cinematic universe #nirvana in fire #got7 #we best love #bsd #sherlock #jujutsu kaisen #the old guard #star trek #gravity falls #noona96n #ask

[ooglywooglies]

i know that discourse thingy was some very ignorable shit, i think it normally would be but detox makes me stupid and moody so im gonna keep complaining (sorry)

but that particular thing of people just like assigning you a specific ideology and making assumptions about your beliefs based on that assignment that THEY made is so... why do we do that, and im clearly also guilty of it on some level considering i saw proship in that one persons bio and went oh that means they enjoy fiction that promotes harmful ideas (there is nuance to what proship can mean but generally i dont trust it bc i associate it with incest and pedophilia which i dont think are concepts one should be even exploring on a public space like the internet but im not against dark topics in fiction, explorative or otherwise)

like you wanna talk about food and animals with me, you assume im either a vegan or not a vegan, technically im not a vegan. technically im a weirdo whos very into the demystification of death in general (i could also go on about our obsession with corpse preservation/decay avoidance and how i think its bad and wrong) im a zoologist, i like hunting and fishing but not for sport, i dont eat beef as a choice (for multiple reasons i dont care to explain right now but none of them involve my feelings about the cow itself)

like truly we do not know each other why would you or i or anyone else be confident enough to make a debate out of any stray perspective you find. thats generally how i like to be on the internet is like, im just out here saying shit i dont expect anyone to respond, youre not invited to either. im not familiar with all the ways tumblr has changed in the past couple years but i swear people did not used to be able to find your posts if you did not tag them, but i guess its good that you can turn off reblogs now. like i know its on me to take some responsibility and make sure my void is really a void but i also dont feel like shit i post has ever screamed HEY YOU THERE SCROLLING THROUGH A TAG I DIDNT ACTUALLY ADD, IM TALKING TO YOU SPECIFICALLY, WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT ALL THIS

and no one has any way of knowing this because how could you but its not based on my assumptions about you but i hate strangers, so fucking much. theres not much that makes my blood boil more than someone talking to me when i have 0 familiarity with them, unless i asked for it i guess. like im an artist i have to grapple with that sometimes. if were not mutuals or ive never seen your name before im NEVER talking to you and i despise you for trying. it doesnt matter because its impossible to know this beforehand, but its still the case anyway.

okay my drowsey medicine kick't in hmmm maybe i get to takes a nap at 7 in the morning teehee

#im gonna try not to make too many posts #i took some nausea medicine so when that kicks in ill probably relax