#oh man also just little fidget habits

[onyourowndaisymae]

obey me characters hands hcs (demon brothers, dateables, + side characters)

college has whooped my ass but your girl has officially graduated with two degrees!! finally!! hopefully i will be able to get out more writing soon. i think i am also going to tweak my request rules in the coming days to make writing easier on myself and my schedule, so expect that soon. anyways enjoy these random headcanons that came to mind one night out of nowhere

content warnings: none

Lucifer

lucifer is usually wearing gloves, so you rarely get to see or feel his hands. so when you do, it's a treat.

his hands are cold, but not unbearably so. they perpetually feel like he's been out in the cold just a few minutes too long. when he touches your bare skin, it makes you jump-- but keep them close for a few minutes and you'll chase the cold away completely.

his hands are soft. probably not super surprising considering he's always wearing gloves, but it's still pleasant.

he's got big ass, strong hands. they may be soft, but that doesn't mean they're weak. lucifer is the type of person that could open a jar for you with such ease that he'd almost look disappointed in your weak little human arms. if he's in a good mood, he might tease you about it.

he's pretty pale, so you can see the color of his veins under his skin. he's also got just a few prominent veins-- nothing excessive, but just enough to hit that sweet spot between too much and not enough.

his nails are always pristine. he's the avatar of pride. do you think he'd willingly walk around with chipped nail polish? if something somehow happens, they will be redone by the next day, almost like they'd never chipped in the first place. either he'll call asmo over to fix them, or fix them himself, depending on how much time he has.

Mammon

mammon has pleasantly warm hands. sometimes they get a little sweaty, but it's not much of a problem honestly. he's like a nice little heating pack on a winter day. because his hands are warm, though, yours usually feel cold to him... and he will complain. it's mammon.

his hands are also pretty soft. gotta look nice, y'know? i can see him keeping lotion (and chapstick-- not relevant here but it's worth a mention regardless) on his person pretty often. this came about bc he got tired of the lotion he borrowed from asmo smelling all perfume-y getting him odd looks.

this man is always wearing at least one ring and you cannot convince me otherwise. i can see him wearing a lot of matching gold ring sets. they just look like they belong on him, y'know?

i think he's got a few subtle veins across his hands. he knows that people like that, so i think he's pretty proud of his hands. he even takes care to avoid chipping or otherwise messing up his nails so the whole look will stay cohesive.

Leviathan

oh you know this man's hands are clammy as fuck. sorry bud. facts are facts.

he's blessed with very pretty hands. his nails just grow in a pretty shape (and asmo makes sure to keep them that way), his fingers are slender and proportional, his hands are a normal size, and his skin stays pretty moisturized, even in harsh weather. he doesn't have to try. which is good, because we all know he wouldn't.

i think levi actually hates the feeling of rings and hand jewelry. he'd fidget with it too much and eventually become so aware of it that he'd need to take it off before he goes crazy. if he gets married and wears a traditional wedding ring, it would have to fit perfectly and be very comfortable for him to eventually get used to it.

levi picks at the pads of his fingers a lot when he's anxious, but he's not super prone to scaring there, so it isn't super noticeable. he'll go through bursts of trying to break this habit where he covers his poor hands in vaseline, but nothing even quite breaks him of it.

Satan

satan has hands crafted by god specifically to play piano and look nice holding books. look at him. there's no way he'd have ugly hands. they're soft and pretty, but i think he has to put more effort than expected into maintaining them.

he's another one that i think would be anti-ring for much of the same reason as levi. i think it would just feel odd on his fingers and he'd get irritated by their presence. he's okay wearing bracelets though.

his hands, slender and pretty as they remain, are also quite strong. he's the avatar of wrath, after all. he's probably the second or third best to go to when you need a tough jar opened.

his nails and cuticles always look presentable, but i think he finds grooming them unpleasant. he lets asmo do it for him-- the younger one's chattering distracts him from the irritating feeling of pushed back cuticles and trimmed hangnails. his hands aren't naturally soft, either, but asmo has developed a routine for him so they stay nice with a bit of regular (secret) effort. satan's all about seeming effortlessly perfect, after all, and his hands are no exception.

Asmo

softest hands in the entire cast. simeon and mephistopheles are good competitors, but this is not a battle he will lose.

his nails are always perfectly manicured and soft. he's got a million different lotions scatter across his room, the HoL, RAD, etc., all to make sure he never encounters even a hint of dry skin. he's got emergency nail polish, too, just incase a nail were to chip while he's out and about.

asmo reaches a lot for daintier, tasteful jewelry. think small rings, delicate bracelets, pretty gemstones, the works. he's very particular about matching the jewelry both to his outfit AND his nails.

he doesn't have any visible veins, so his hands seem inhumanly perfect at times. he likes this. compliment his hands and he'll swoon-- not that he cares more about them than the rest of his body, but because it shows you notice the smaller details he puts effort into, and he appreciates it.

Beel

big boy's got big ass hands. even if you're grown yourself, putting your palms against his will make you feel like a kid again. he could palm a basketball like shaq.

he's got his fair share of callouses. i think he mostly leaves them alone because they serve the purpose of improving his grip, which is nice for the gym or fangol. asmo probably gets on him for it, but beel doesn't care enough to do something about it. i can also see him having quite a few prominent veins on both hands.

his hands fluctuate in temperature a LOT. it's pretty unpredictable, too. you can touch his hand and find it scorching hot, then touch it again ten minutes later to find it eerily lukewarm. nobody knows why this happens.

beel has to be very conscious of his hygiene, or his hands will get really dirty in a matter of minutes. he's constantly eating and touching things, so he needs to either be careful or have a napkin on hand. i think lucifer carries hand sanitizer for this exact reason (although he won't admit it).

Belphegor

belphegor's hands are upsettingly lukewarm. it's like touching things or inclimate weather has no effect on him. they're always lazily warm, like a glass of water sitting out in the sun.

his hands stay soft mainly because he doesn't do much with them. he is, however, prone to hangnails. he's lazily bite them off and accidentally cause more in the process-- not that he particularly cares.

he leaves nail and hand maintenance in asmo's hands. he'll let the fifth born do anything to them so long as he gets to sleep through it.

not anti-jewelry/rings per se, but doesn't care enough about it to a) put any on, or b) make sure he doesn't lose whatever he's wearing that day. if it somehow falls off, the most you're getting from him is a quick look around, unless the piece was really meaningful and/or borrowed.

Diavolo

is anyone surprised to hear that diavolo has massive, strong hands? no? didn't think so.

he's got really thick fingers, too. you feel like a toddler comparing hand sizes with him. he's just a mountain of a man.

his hands are always hot but never sweaty. it's comforting most of the times, but if you're already hot his touch is like fire. dawg. don't touch me. i'm sweating. his entire body is like this, too.

his nails are always very particularly manicured (it's an image thing) and fairly soft. he cares enough to use lotion but not enough to carry it. he's not one to be super vain in that regard.

there's a tasteful amount of veinage on this prince's hands. enough to be attractive, but not enough to make him seen overworked or to age him.

Barbatos

definitively the coldest fucking hands in the entire cast. barbatos' hands are cold enough to wake the dead with just a touch.

his hands are always covered by gloves as well, so they're not as rough as you'd expect. still, though, the butler is always keeping his hands busy, so i imagine there are still some minor calluses across his hands. nothing enough to be super noticable, but still there.

he's got long, slender fingers. very regal. his hands themselves are average sized. compared to someone like diavolo, though, they're dainty.

his hands are also very pale, but for some reason you can't spot a single vein. it's odd. you can see the tendons and bones shift when he moves so you know his hands are built like normal... but something about the veins just seems so odd. mammon tricked luke into thinking barbatos doesn't have any blood, so that's why no one can see his veins. this is wrong, but luke is too polite to ask about it. (the real explanation is that, although he's pale, he's got pretty thick skin-- demon perks-- so you don't really see much below it).

Simeon

simeon's hands are pleasantly warm at all times. you can feel the heat through his gloves. it's just a very comforting thing-- he'll hold your hand anytime you ask, so don't be afraid to ask if you're a little chilly or in need of some reassurance.

when he takes the gloves off, his hands are silky smooth. did you expect anything different? i can see him being very methodical abut hygiene in general, and in this case i think he's always using a nice lotion on his hands before he puts his gloves on for the day. when they come off, his hands are soft and sweet-smelling-- like cocoa butter and vanilla.

he doesn't paint his nails or anything, but they always look very nice. his liberal use of lotion pairs well with his other grooming habits. his cuticles are never overgrown, his nails are always short and uniform, and his nail beds are healthy and clear. it's minor, but it just adds to the overwhelming perfection that simeon exudes.

Solomon

solomon's hands are somehow both clammy AND cold. pick a struggle, peepaw.

on the plus side, his hands are soft. even in the winter, solomon never has to worry about rough knuckles or dry skin. which is good, because you cannot convince me that this man would remember to regularly apply lotion. he's a menace.

his hands are pale, like the rest of them, but also more veiny than i think most would anticipate. he's got one prominent one heading to his ring finger, and the rest are a bit smaller but still noticeable. his pale skin allows you to see the blue of his veins underneath. they're interesting to just stare at at watch move when he flexes his fingers.

i can see him wearing a ring or two on occasion. i don't think he'd care a whole lot about the aesthetics, but i think he'd put in enough effort to wear gold when his outfit has gold and switch to silver when wearing outfits with silver in them. it's a small thing, but it lets your know he's putting in at least a little thought.

Luke

luke has got such little, cute hands. his fingers are small and a little stubby, just like his nails. his nails also grow slowly, too, so he doesn't have to do much to keep them presentable.

unfortunately, they're often a little sticky. he bakes a lot, and while he's not usually dirty or messy, he's still young and somehow just attracts stickiness like any other child. it's especially bad when he uses honey in his recipes-- his hands are perpetually sticky for like two or three days after, no matter how often he washes his hands.

luke is a nervous little child, and for that i could see him being someone that picks at his cuticles. simeon gently discourages this habit, but at the end of the day he can't do much but make sure they heal properly.

BONUS:

Thirteen

she gives barbatos a run for his money in the cold hand competition. her fingers are ice. unlike barbatos, she will use this to her advantage. you'll find her frigid fingers on the back of your neck or under the hem of your shirt when you least expect it. she doesn't have any reason to do this. she just thinks it's funny.

her hands are a little dry, mainly around the knuckles. she strikes me as someone that constantly rubs her dry hands together and bitches about needing lotion, while simultaneously never remembering her own. she probably bums a dab of lotion off of someone ever day (i'm thinking asmo).

her nails are always really nice. they're just naturally shaped really well, round at the top and pretty straight. they're strong and don't break easy, which is good, because a hangnail can throw off her concentration for an entire afternoon.

Raphael

like belphegor, raphael's hands are an upsetting temperature-- no matter how warm or cold your hands are, his feel lukewarm against yours. it should literally be impossible, but then again, a lot of things you've encountered in the devildom should be impossible.

he's got some calluses. they're pretty interesting, honestly-- if he was a human, he'd have the bumpy, dry hands of a weathered veteran or lonely woodworker, all rough skin and long years embedded into his flesh. but he's an angel. the calluses on his hands are small and fairly easy to miss if you don't touch him. but run your hand along the ridges of his fingers or the fatty parts of his palms and you'll find them just fine.

raphael has really pretty nail beds. something about the way they look is just so clean and nice. he never has overgrown cuticles or anything, either. just really nice hands for a man that does not spare a single thought to the way they look.

Mephistopheles

this man has hands like butter. they're just so soft and luxurious. you think they'd be a bit more rugged seeing as he's a rich boy with a penchant for horseback riding, but no. i can see him being very anal about his hands. they're always soft with not a callous or imperfection in sight.

speaking of perfect, this motherfucker has amazing nails. they're just a tad longer than you'd expect to be traditionally "masculine", but that just enhances how slender and pretty his fingers look. no wonder he's always pointing and gesturing so dramatically-- he's gotta show off all that hard work!

pretty boy here just has really nice, strong hands. not really veiny, but very smooth and even. his palms are a bit lighter than his skintone, naturally, but across the board there's no discoloration or scarring to be seen. you can tell he's a noble just by looking at his hands.

he's usually in those gloves but, if not, i could see him being a rings kinda guy. only tasteful ones, though, and in moderation. not like mammon.

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[qwertyquarty]

sun also wants to murder you

sorry in advance if this is obvious to people who are not me, but i decided to reread solar lunacy and i noticed a couple of funky lil details that point to sun absolutely also having murdery-virus thoughts like moon towards y/n. he’s just better at hiding/controlling them ig.  anyway, this is the little set of lines (near the end of chapter 7) that got me thonkin.

‘restraint isn’t effortless’ oh really? mr. sun sir, are you implying that you, not just moon, also are a bit murdery? now, you could interpret this as ‘sun is speaking on moon’s behalf’, and ye that makes since, & that’s how i read this scene at first too. buuuuuuuuut, maybe sun is a bit murdery. so i decided to look around a bit and oh hey look at this (chapter 9 crumb)

‘Fingers curl in and out like a habit’ hmmmmmm, i’m sure that sun is thinking about stress balls or something, nothing to worry about

(from bamsara, the og post was reblogged, should be right before this one)

man’s really out here pretending to choke y/n huh. how rude. but also, another note here, it says he’s doing it ‘like a habit’, which probably means he’s done this multiple times.  now, those two are definitely the most concrete bits i found, but i had another (relatively baseless) thought. so, if flexing robot hands is definitely dangerous, maybe fidgeting robot hands is also alarming. It could be that any repetitive hand motion is the dca’s way of dealing with intrusive violent virus thoughts. And lemme tell you, sun’s hands do an awful lot of fidgeting when he angy. examples include, this middle of chapter 8 bit (Sticker scratching)

this chapter 6 bit (Fingers clacking against each other)

Also, wanna call out the ‘maybe it’s not just the requirement to be quiet that’s making him jitter’ line, which, i dunno about you, but to me seems to imply that maybe it’s the funky sneky murder virus causing the hand fidgets Anyway, another fidgety bit from chapter 6 (Spinning the pen)

this bit from chapter 5, where sun is definitely thinking violent thoughts, but towards monty (Tapping his mask)

conclusion: hand fidgets in general from dca are their way of dealing with murder virus. sun, while seeming like safer side of the dca, also has violent murder virus thoughts and is dangerous. we just haven’t seen him do the dangerous things yet

#solar lunacy #bamsara #sorry if this is obvious #i just think foreshadowing is neat okay #hey english teachers are you proud of me i analyzed a literary work for fun

[dragonsdendoodles]

MPHFPC Incorrect Quotes Masterlist 1

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No Murder in Walmart

Sitting on the Floor

Stop Undressing Him

You Never Let Me Do Anything

Upside Down Chip Bag

Thumb Condom

Jacob Knows Everything

Lemon Drop Cookie

I Didn't Get My Permit

Suck It

Cocoon Boy

Picnic

Something to Complain About

Patient

A Day of Sensory Issues

Cool Guy Stuff

Watch Me

Egg Shortage

Forgotten How to Fingers

The Last Thing You Registered

Purple

That's a Cockatoo, Actually

Grenades

Can I Cut You?

What's the Point

Adulting

No Thank You

Caffeine and Sugar

Suspicious

Attention Disorder

I Wonder How Painful It Would Be

Daddy Issues

Roadkill

Like Children

Not Short

The Power of Salt

Today's Just Out For My Blood Evidently

Dehydrated

Counterproductive

No Coffee Fuck Off Part 1

Crazy Religious People

The ADHDs

I'm Causing You Pain

Cunt is My WORD, Jacob

Sunset

Morals

Mini Cooper

Dumb Joke

Power Wash

Jelly Beans?

Attention Whore

Five-Second Rule

Lick

Only a Little Bit Satanic

And Whose Fault is That?

You Gotta Dab When You Leave

Bean Water Part 1

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Coquet, Part 1 | JJK

Coquet, Part 1

\ kō-​ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: cussing; explicit sexual conversations; hints of awkward family dynamic; fake-dating; hired escort; some anxiety; alcohol consumption

Word count: 2.3K+ words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: I've been waiting for the right time and prompt to do another JJK fic so...I'm super excited for this. This is loosely inspired by The Wedding Date (2004) but with a slight twist. If you know the movie, I hope you'll still read along. I have a habit of getting prompts from random movies or shows that I revisit and then find some details that I'd like to switch up for my own personal wish-fulfillment bank so, I hope it does the same for yours as well! 😊

Thank you to @internetjunkdrawer for beta-ing and screaming with me (as if there was any other way of talking about this AU). Also thinking about you, @deepseavibez, my love. 💕

And with that, please enjoy Part 1!

“Hi, YN–It’s Jeon Jungkook. I apologize for not getting back to you last night but I just wanted to let you know that I got your message. Listen, I can tell that you’re nervous–I completely understand, but this is what I do for a living. And you know what? By the time this is all over, your ex will regret that he ever left you. Trust me,” he says.

“Anyway, I’ve got a couple things that I need to do this morning so I’m afraid we’ll just have to meet at the airport. I received the itinerary and the e-ticket, so I appreciate you sending those.” He sighs. “Well...I can’t wait to see you!”

******

Since taking your seat, you hadn’t been able to stop fidgeting–just unable to settle. You keep glancing back, past the business-class cabin entranceway, keeping an eye out for him.

You scroll through your phone for a couple minutes but even that can’t keep you calm as you couldn't stop your fingers from trembling. You slide your phone into your purse and pick up the in-flight safety instruction pamphlet and examine that instead.

“I’m guessing you’re not much of a frequent flyer?”

You look up to see a lady seated right across the aisle from you in business class. She gave you a kind smile and could sense your restlessness. “Oh…” You immediately tucked the pamphlet away. “No, I actually fly a fair amount. It’s just that–” you felt weird oversharing with this complete stranger but your anxiety just causes you to expel more words out of your mouth than necessary.

“My brother’s getting married and his best man is my ex. I just want to make sure that I know where all of the exits are in case I change my mind and you know…yeet myself out of this plane,” you rambled, finishing with a grimace.

She smiled at you uncomfortably before turning back to her e-reader. You sink into your seat in utter embarrassment. This trip was already off to a great start.

******

// Three months ago…

“Cris…I don’t know,” you said skeptically as you absentmindedly twirled your office chair around.

“What do you mean? I’m telling you, it’s very discreet. Literally, there’s an NDA option, if you really want to go there—“

“But that’s the point,” you protested. “I don’t know if I actually want to go there.” You ran your fingers gently over the calligraphy embossed on the thick, textured cardstock while talking to your friend on the phone.

“Maybe I’m just going to tell them that I’m tied up with a huge campaign and I have to be here to oversee everything.”

You hear Cristina groan angrily through your bluetooth earpiece. “That is the coward’s way out and you know it. Why are you the one left feeling insecure and embarrassed after all this time? You did nothing wrong! If anything, that asshole should back out and retreat into a dark hole if he knew what was good for him,” she spat out.

“Also, do you really think that Taehyung would allow his favorite sister to bow out of his own wedding?” She asked.

Ever since your mother remarried, you and Taehyung have developed an unexpectedly close bond over the years. He was a bonus sibling that you didn’t ask for and he sure as hell felt the same way about you in the beginning. As time went on, you realized that you would be around each other for a while and so your relationship organically grew. You loved and protected each other as if you had shared the same DNA.

You sighed, tossing your brother’s wedding invitation on your desk, where it lands on a pile of the rest of your interoffice mail. The last time you were around your family was during his engagement party–which was already a stretch for you. You flew out there, intending on staying for the weekend but were so traumatized by nosey friends and relatives that you ended up taking a red-eye that same evening to escape it all.

When you are still silent on the other line, Cristina urges you further.

“Babe, listen. I have it on a very reputable source that this service is 100% satisfaction guaranteed—or your money back.”

You rolled your eyes then chuckled. “I’m not buying a vacuum cleaner!”

“Really? Because by the sound of it, you seem like you need some good suction in certain places,” she cackled.

"Cristina!" you shrieked as her laughs rang on the other line.

You groaned. “Why are we friends again?”

She exclaimed, “Because! You love me and you know I’m not afraid to call you out on your bullshit,” she laughs. “And if there’s a chance that you can get a good dicking-down out of this—“

You immediately stop her right there. “Yah! Okay, I got it!” You sighed heavily, reaching over and picking up the invitation again, tapping it furiously on the surface.

After a long beat, you finally relent. “Fine. I’ll message him on the app. No promises, though. And who knows, he might not have any room on his calendar even with the three-month leeway. What with him being so popular and all,” you muttered.

You open the app on your phone and key in his name to pull up his profile–which turns up in your history because you’ve repeatedly visited and studied it obsessively for the last few days before chickening out and promptly closing it.

His page didn’t contain a photo but he was ranked at the top of your search results based on proximity and reviews alone. And boy, did he have a lot of them! He had hundreds of comments and triple the amount of anonymous ratings. Five stars on all of them. 10 out of 10, would highly recommend.

You shuddered at the thought. 

Before losing your nerve, you finally made up your mind and decide to pull the trigger. You tap on the envelope icon to begin typing a direct message to him.

“Well, either way, tell me how it goes! I want to know every detail!” Cristina says excitedly.

As your thumb hovered over your phone’s keypad, you asked your friend one last question. “Be honest–are you the reputable source claiming 100% satisfaction?”

After a brief pause, she says, “I’m afraid I can’t comment on that. I signed an NDA.”

//END FLASHBACK

******

“Ma’am–ma’am, you can’t be back here,” the flight attendant warns you.

“I’m sorry–I swear, I don’t have a drinking problem,” you breathed out after you helped yourself to a couple of mini bottles of cognac from the in-flight crew’s stock. “And you can charge my seat. I just…I’m just really nervous,” you say anxiously.

“W-we have some dramamine, if you–”

“N-no, it’s not that.“ You blurted out. “I’m nervous because any second now, my date will show up at 2B. I’ve never met him so…if there’s any chance that I’ve made a huge mistake and he looks like a troll, I need to be drunk enough for him to look really good.”

“Oh, honey,” Her brows flick up as she looks past your shoulder. “I think you need to sober up now to appreciate the masterpiece that just walked in,” she says, sounding flustered. 

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

She clears her throat and widens her eyes, tilting her chin up to gesture towards the cabin. “Say hello to 2B.”

You turn around slowly to find a man dressed in a dapper suit–his back facing you. He is welcomed by another flight attendant, who presents him with a tray of glasses filled with complimentary champagne.

You approached him carefully. As he reaches out to take a second flute, you catch a glimpse of his tattooed fingers, making your breath hitch.

“J-Jungkook?” You say with a hint of uncertainty.

Suddenly, time slips into slow-motion. At the sound of his name, he turns so fluidly. You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping when you finally got a good look at him.

His hair was brushed up, letting a few strands fall loosely onto one side–barely brushing his eyebrow. He had big, dark eyes–eyes filled with youthful curiosity yet glazed with intense masculinity. It was a deadly combination that would unnerve anybody.

Your eyes zero-in on his mouth–pink and plush with a little freckle that sat beneath the fullest part of his lower lip. You watched it disappear as his lips curved into a slow, sexy smile.

“Hi, YN.” The sound of his voice was soft, but it was the underlying tone of it–firm but calm. And it oddly settled your nerves almost instantaneously.

When you finally pick your jaw up off the floor, he hands you the second glass of champagne. After you accept it, he takes your free hand in his and gently squeezes it. “Nice to meet you,” he says, then takes you by surprise when he leans in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

And just like that, your stomach is in knots again. He smiled after hearing you gasp softly at how forward he was. You gave him a tight smile in return, figuring that it was all part of the act.

“Let’s sit?” He offers. 

You’d interacted with him for all but 30 seconds but you were all-too-happy to obey. After he settles into his seat, he turns his full attention to you.

“I, uh–hope you didn’t have trouble checking in,” you said meekly.

“Everything went smoothly,” he says. “Thanks for making all the arrangements.”

You took a sip–actually, it was more of a hefty gulp–of your champagne.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t leave sooner. I know that you wanted some time to get settled before heading to the party but–I ran into some extenuating circumstances,” he says vaguely.

You chuckled. “Must be peak season for you, huh?” You regretted the words the instant they left your mouth. 

His eyebrows quirk at your comment.

“I…I mean–” you stuttered. “I’m so sorry–I didn’t mean to say–”

He chuckled. “It’s okay. Doesn’t phase me,” he says calmly.

You sink into your seat, willing the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

“So…maybe, we can take this opportunity to get to know each other? It’s a 5-and-a-half hour flight. We should maximize our time, don’t you think?”

You nodded at his suggestion. “Uh, yeah,” you sat up straight. “Yeah, for sure. I should tell you, though–right off the bat…You know those families who are totally crazy and chaotic? But at the end of the day, they’re still your family and you love them regardless of all that?”

“Uh huh?”

“Yeah, my family is not like that.” You said immediately.

He stifled a snort. “Noted,” he says with a smile before taking a sip of his drink.

You quickly added, “I love my brother, though. And my dad. Well…stepbrother and stepdad,” you clarified. “We don’t share the same bloodline–so…I consider them more as unwilling participants in the craziness. Kind of like hostages,” you gave him a small smile.

He thinks it’s endearing and he gives you that million-dollar smile once more.

Holy shit…an entire week of this. You cleared your throat in an attempt to stay on track. “Anyway, should we talk about our cover story? Just so we’re on the same page and all,” you say, suddenly all business-like.

“Of course,” he says politely. “Always good to get the basics down.”

You both agree to a rehearsed but realistic and sensible story.

Jungkook is a cardiologist and you were introduced by a mutual friend months ago by going on a blind date. Even though you both had ridiculously busy schedules, you were both just absolutely crazy about each other and couldn't stand the thought of being apart so you found a way to make this relationship work.

“Okay–I've got it down,” he says nonchalantly.

“Are you sure? We can go over the details again?”

“YN–” he says in that quiet but stern tone that stops you in your tracks. You were starting to think that you might actually enjoy being spoken to like this every now and then. Before you could let that sink in, he interrupts your thoughts. “I said, I’ve got it. And don’t worry. I’m a professional,” he says, reassuringly.

You nodded wordlessly, taking another gulp of your champagne.

Seconds later, he changes tact. “When we first spoke, you also mentioned a certain someone..."

Your eyes widen, knowing full well whom he was referring to. “Oh yeah…him." You paused. "Haru.” His name finally came to you as if it was a distant, forgotten memory that you had to pull from within the depths of your brain cells since you had been distracted for the last few hours by the magnificent piece of work sitting next to you.

“How do you want to deal with that? Should we come up with a plan for him?”

You chewed at your bottom lip. The last time you saw Haru, you spent all of your energy trying to dodge him during the engagement party. But you'd be circling each other all week, at which point, he'd be impossible to avoid. You had to deal with him sometime.

“How far do you want to take it? I can kick things up a notch whenever he’s around or…should I follow your lead?” He paused, waiting for any other ideas that you might have.

You looked away, pursing your lips, considering it. After a long beat, you look him in the eye again. “I just want him to see what he’s missing out on,” you replied confidently.

He regards you intently. “Well…easy-peasy then,” he says smugly.

You cocked an eyebrow and scoffed. “Oh, really?”

He smirks at your skepticism.

“All in a day’s work, huh?” You say to him.

He shook his head. “I say it’s easy because,” he turns his hot gaze towards you again. “Only a blind man would fail to see what they’re missing out on,” he finishes without blinking. 

You swallowed hard while you watched him throw his head back, downing the final drops of his drink.

For a brief moment, you questioned his sincerity. If there was a fine line between truth and lies, Jungkook was excellent at blurring it.

And you wouldn’t even be able to tell the difference.

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[ferretwhomst]

rick. bc i know nothing about him 😇

HEHAHAHAHA HI AUGUST

Headcanon A: realistic i'm not sure what defines "realistic" here but i'll just say he SUCKS ASS at emotional regulation. my guy is running around for half the show with 50 undiagnosed disorders (which as per my hcs includeee autism (technically canon, but still worth a mention), depression, bpd and probably ptsd) and is not coping with them well at all also another thing i hc is that he picks his skin a LOT (especially scabs/scars and otherwise like. rough bits of skin) and has since he was a kid. he did it back then because he needed some kind of outlet for extra bursts of energy, and then it just kinda became a really bad habit. and now because he can probably just get rid of scars via Funny Science that allows him to do it even more because "oh i can just fix it anyway what does it matter" if that makes sense. get this man some fucking fidget toys

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious a couple weeks ago my wief joked that he doesn't actually have alcohol in that flask of his anymore, it's just his fucking drool recycled over and over again. and if that isn't the most disgusting thing i've ever heard in my LIFE LMAO (i say as if it didnt make me laugh unnecessarily hard for like 5 minutes. also hi wife if youre seeing this)

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends i don't think i can tell you any of these this early in the show </3 you will have to wait a little while before i can supply you with Angst Thoughts </3............ (also like i said to you on discord it'd take so much background explaining before i get to the actual headcanons.) soon though. soon >:)

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own. i've never talked about how i imagine stan and rick met on here have i. i like to think his portal gun broke/ran out of juice somehow and he happened to get stuck somewhere stan happened to be staying at the time. which is a pretty common interpretation so far, i think! but the kicker is that rick's first impression of stan is getting pickpocketed by him, so the first things they say about each other ever are "MOTHERFUCKER- GIVE ME MY WALLET BACK!!" and "HAHAAA CATCH YA LATER CHUMP". this is canon to me <3<3<3 (also it feels fitting to have a deeply volatile and fucked up relationship such as theirs start off with a Fucking Robbery)

#can you tell i think a lot about the stanchez “meet cute” #it's so stupid (affectionate) #asks #ask game #friend tag <3 #ferret rambles #rick and morty #rick sanchez #stan pines #stanchez

[midnighmoonligh]

Fandom

N/A. These are my ocs and/or my bsfs!

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Characters

Alexandrite/Alex ; 34 ; He/Him ; Flip

Darian/Dare ; 25 ; He/They ; CG

Ivy ; 25 ; She/Her ; Little

Ares ; 32 ; He/Him ; CG

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Plot

Ares and Ivy plans a birthday party for Alex's birthday! Dare is nervous about it, since Alex doesn't celebrate his birthday and never has.

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“ Does Alex celebrate his birthday?”

Darian blinked at the question Ares popped so randomly while they were hanging out in the living room. Ivy was sitting in his lap, watching whatever played on the TV, while he was leaning against his partner's side. It was a strange question, but one that wasn’t unwelcome. He adjusted how he sat, pulling Ivy’s attention to the conversation by doing so unintentionally.

“ Not really, but out of habit,” Dare answered truthfully. It did upset him to think about it, but he understood why Alexandrite, their oldest partner, avoided his birthday. “ His parents didn’t do birthdays,” he decided to add.

“ Oh, I see,” Ares’ awkwardly answered as he settled back into the couch. He laid his arm across the backing of the couch just behind Dare. The action welcomed more cuddles.

“ Why do you ask?” he asked after a few seconds had passed. He wasn’t trying to pry into the thoughts of his boyfriend, but it was difficult to not want to know what on earth he was thinking.

Taking a deep breath, Ares replied, “ I was thinking, since his birthday is coming up, we could do something?”

The poor white-haired man looked so nervous, which was fair. Although the very fact made him smile. He adored it when those two got together. They were quite the unlikely pair to be together, in all fairness. At the question of a birthday event, Ivy lit up. She moved to fact them both instead, not that Dare minded. He simply shifted his grasp to support her. His arm laid across her back, sort of like the back of a chair. Then her legs were draped across both their laps.

“ Yes! Let’s do something!” she agreed without hesitation and a beaming smile.

Dare sighed. “ I supposed we could at least try to do something,” he caved in the end. It was hard to deny things when Ivy got excited. Plus when Ares smiled calmly and wrapped his arm around him for a side hug it was worth it. He smiled himself, leaning more into his partner.

“ It’ll be small, but we’ll do something.”

“ Yes, small,” he warned gently.

***

The day of Alex’s birthday arrived far quicker than anyone would’ve expected. Occasionally, Ares asked Darian a few questions throughout the week. They tended to be so random it hurt his brain too. But when the day came, Dare was woken up by a text from Ares asking if he could bring Alex over to his home around this afternoon. He had texted at six am. Six. am. It was way too early for it, so he just rolled over to face his partner and went back to sleep.

Later, after they got up for the day, Alex cooked them some late breakfast while he sat at the counter. He was nervous, to say the least. Now that he’s woken up he wasn’t sure this was a good idea anymore. He chewed the inside of his cheek, watching as Alex made them pancakes like he did every Monday.

“ Ares wants us to come over later,” Dare voiced as he was handed some juice to hold him over while he waited. He was starving, more so for Alex’s wonderful food. The large man paused, looking puzzled as to why.

“ Okay, any reason why?” he questioned, reasonably. It also helped give away that he wasn’t even aware of his own birthday.

“ No, he just wants to hang out,” he reassured as he moved to rest his head into the palm of his hand. He fidgeted with the glass of strawberry juice. It was amazing, homemade. “ It’ll just be the four of us, as usual.”

“ Oh, okay. That's fine then,” he got in reply.

Alex spun back on his heel and returned to cooking pancakes for them. When he finished, he organized them between two plates and then slid one over to Dare. He sat down beside him and quietly ate. The morning was already so peaceful. He hoped it stayed that way for the entire day. As fun as the party was, Alex still deserved to have a calm and stress-free birthday.

By the time they finished eating and cleaning up the dishes they both had used, it was time to leave for Ares. Though Darian waited as Alex got ready. He always waited until the last minute to get dressed, he swore.

“ Make sure to wear something comfortable,” Dare huffed as he waited in the hallway just to the side of the bedroom doorway. The only reply he got was Alex mocking what he said with a huff. It made him smile, even if it wasn’t nice to do.

Soon he popped out of the bedroom. He wore a nice long-sleeved shirt and some sweatpants. After sharing a small kiss, they left for their partner's home. Thankfully, the drive wasn’t too long either. The last thing either of them wanted was a long, painful, drive. Parking only took a few minutes, so did traveling up to the front door of the home. He let Alex knock on the door, and then they waited. Much to either of their surprise, when the door swung open they were met with their shortest partner. Ivy was in comfy clothes, had a calm smile, and looked a bit nervous. Ares on the other hand could be spotted in the kitchen.

“ Oh, hi Ivy,” Dare greeted. He reached out to gently pet her head, to which she smiled a bit brighter at them.

Stepping into the space, it was set up to celebrate Alex’s birthday. The colors were pastel, but bright. The birthday banner was plastered across two walls just in front of the front door. It felt wrong to be nervous, but Dare was. As Ivy closed the door and attached herself to his side, he picked up that she was little. Out of the three boys, he never minded when she was. If anything, he had a massive habit of yoinking little Ivy away from them. He loved how she followed one of them around quietly. It was so adorable to him. He sighed gently, offering his hand to her palm up. She seemed confused by it at first, but quickly linked their hands together when she did process it and cuddled their fused hands to her chest.

“ Oh..” Alex finally spoke up after taking in the view of all the decorates. His voice was quiet, hesitant. “ Is… that today?”

“ Yeah, it’s your birthday bud,” Dare chuckled as he walked towards the living room slowly.

Ivy trailed behind him, still clinging to his hand. When he reached the couch, he fully scooped her up and spun her around. She giggled, buried her face into him, and then huffed when they sat down on the couch. He held her happily, occasionally rocking her gently back and forth.

Alex swallowed thickly but decided against replying. He shuffled into the living room and sat down away from the pair. He kept chewing on his bottom lip to relieve the anxiety that was pooling in his chest. Before he got the courage to say something, anything, Ares came out with a beautiful-looking cake. He set it down on the coffee table, then flopped down onto the couch beside Dare and Ivy. The cake got his attention, being someone who adored sweets. He chewed on his bottom lip more.

“ Sorry if this upsets you or anything,” Ares began. He sounded nervous as well. With how quiet Alex was being, no one could blame him.

“ No… it’s just,” Alex attempted to communicate his thoughts, but as usual he had a hard time. He huffed to himself in frustration.

To make things easier, Ares leaned forward and tugged Alex to come closer. He did without argument, leaning against the shorter man and closing his eyes. It was calming to be like this, close to others. His mind was feeling fuzzy, but he wasn’t sure if it was stress caused or because he was genuinely happy.

“ I do like it,” he made sure to say. Ares nodded patiently at it. “ It’s just, a lot. I guess.”

“ Okay, that’s okay,” Ares told him as he laid an arm across the older’s shoulders.

Alex slid down on the couch so he was a bit shorter than him. It made him feel a bit smaller, as well as safe. They were all quiet for a while, besides Dare’s humming filling the space. They were all so patient. Ares reached for the remote for the TV after about an hour. He turned it on and put on a kid-friendly show, more because of Ivy. He was fairly unaware of Alex’s slipping mind.

“ Cake?” Alex asked quietly.

Ares and Dare laughed at the question. It was only a matter of time before Alex asked for some cake. The sweet tooth on him was rather intense, not that anyone ever minded such a thing. While Ivy and Dare were quietly playing, Ares got up from the couch. He grabbed a small plate and a knife to cut the cake. He sat on the floor, soon Alex joining him just across from him, and cut the cake up evenly. The older man across from Ares was practically vibrating in excitement. Although he didn’t smile, it didn’t take a genius to know that he was happy.

Putting a slice onto the plate, he carefully passed it to Alex. He took it with two hands, then sat back so his back was leaned against the couch. Dare’s leg was on the right of him, so he leaned against it and ate his cake quietly.

“ Do you want to open one of the gifts?” Ares offered.

Presents made him excited. Despite being mid-bite of his yummy cake, Alex nodded excitedly. He pushed the plate onto the coffee table. Ares leaned back and grabbed one of the boxes, then set it next to his partner. As soon as the box was set down, Ivy was shoving herself onto the floor next to him. Dare leaned against his legs so he could watch them. She settled down between his legs. She copied Alex so blatantly, which was normal at this point. When Alex started regressing, she mirrored him. Alex took another bite of his cake before going to open his present. Because of this, Ivy pouted and looked up to Dare. She was upset she didn’t have her own.

“ You gotta ask Ares,” Dare gently encouraged the quiet little. His fingers brushed some of her hair to tuck comfortably behind her ear. Her pout deepened.

The sound of ripping wrapping paper filled the room, while Ivy kept looking between Alex, his hands, the cake, and Ares. By the time the box was unwrapped, she finally caved. She pushed herself onto her knees and leaned against the table. She reached over to him and tugged at his shirt. This grabbed his attention.

“ Hmm?” he hummed as a content smile fell on his expression.

“ Cake…” she whispered just loud enough that he could hear. He raised and eyebrow at her.

“ That isn’t how you ask nicely,” he scolded gently. She, reasonably, became upset at this. She whined and squirmed in her spot. Ivy sat back against the couch so hard she bounced against it a bit.

Alex was struggling to open the box. The noise of Ivy’s small fit had him turning his attention to her. He frowned, borderline pouted. He disliked seeing her upset. It upset him.

“ Please, cake?” she tried again.

It was close enough. So with a sigh, Ares took it. He put a slice for her onto a plate and then set it on the coffee table in front of her. Alex was pleased by the way she smiled again. He turned towards the tape-shut box, shaking it with a frustrated huff before holding it out to Dare. Dare took it with a smile. He tugged out a pocket knife and opened up the box for him, just cutting the tape to free it. Then he handed the box over.

“ Sorry, I didn’t think he’d regress…” Ares apologized sheepishly. He spotted Ivy trying to take the plate off the coffee table in the corner of his eye. “ Don’t do that, keep it on the table,” he’d scold.

She pouted again.

Alex leaned forward, taking a bite of his cake while watching Ivy. She did the same. It made him smile and laugh quietly. He loved it when she mirrored him. He found it so funny. He opened the box and pulled out what was inside. It was a few new and soft long-sleeve shirts.

“ Thank you,” he whispered as he rubbed the fabric against his face.

“ You’re welcome,” Ares contently replied. “ I’m just happy you’re happy.”

The words made Alex smile.

#age regression #age regressor #agere blog #sfw agere #sfw interaction only #sfw little community #sfw littlespace #agere community #agere caregiver #age regression caregiver #sfw caregiver #ocs #oc #orginal character #oneshot

[many-shades-of-violence]

as a priest I Doflamingo

✢ requested by: @dressroba

✢ characters: local priest Doflamingo

✢ contents: nsfw, religious themes, light bondage, wax play, exhibitionism, mention of sex toys

SFW

Being born with a natural talent for influencing people with his words, Doflamingo always knew he was destined for greater good.

After the death of his beloved religious mother, the choice to become a priest was quite natural for him, dedicating himself to what, he believed, to be his heavenly destiny.

Due to his gracious attitude, he gains a quick following of faithful believers, the words of the new priest in town spreading like a wildfire.

Sooner or later, those words would also reach your ears, convincing you to visit his church once, just to see if he could hold up to people's words.

And uphold he did. Because even though people were right about his way with words, they never mentioned how incredibly attractive the young priest was.

The multicolored light, created by the magnificent stained-glass windows of the church, reflecting on his tan lean body, only made this fact even more painfully obvious.

Before you knew it, you made it a habit to visit the church regularly, more keen on seeing the tall blonde in his element than anything else.

Being the observant man he is, your increasing visits get noticed by Doffy pretty quickly. It wasn't every day, that a pretty young lady like you would enter his sacred site so regularly, obviously having the hots for him. And he surely didn't want to miss out on this chance.

So, after one of his fairs, he straight up offers you to confide in him privately, musing how he couldn´t bear the thought of a little lost lamb visiting his church so often, seemingly being crushed by it's sins.

Feeling caught like a deer in headlight, you, of course, didn´t defy his offer, too embarrassed about him pointing out the obvious.

So, despite not really having to confess anything at the beginning, you start to confide in the young priest, making you blush and fidget oh so quickly in his sacred presence, when he told you that "a lovely girl like you could never be hated by the gods or their messengers, even if you lay your deepest sins completely bare".

And who could really judge your desire, to give yourself completely to the young handsome priest after hearing those words?

So you did what he just told you, and confessed your recent biggest sin, being the unbearable attraction you felt to him.

And despite awaiting his rejection, Doflamingo takes you completely by surprise, when he suddenly claims your lips in a heated kiss, growling a passionate "Then let´s indulge in this sin together, my dear."

NSFW

Doffy will fuck you over the altar. Raw. No discussions.

Will bind your hands with his priest chain or prayer beads, all the while whispering to you about what a bad girl you are for indulging with him like this right in the house of the gods.

Hope you´re in for some wax play because this guy will use every asset of his church -yes, including the candles- to tease you relentlessly.

Will never lock the doors of his church while you´re at it. The danger of getting found out by someone searching for his sacred advice and seeing you two indulge in sin right atop the altar is just too much of a turn on for this menace of a man.

Would definitely order you to visit his preaching’s with a remote-controlled vibrator or some prayer beads inside you, edging you merciless through it, just to fuck you senseless right after everyone left.

If Doffy feels especially nasty, he will fuck you before one of his preachings and make you sit through it, while your insides and thighs are covered in his cum.

Be ready to blow this man from under the altar during fairs. His poker face isn´t a 10/10 for no reason.

Will definitely degrade you, for brining so much sin into his sacred place, all the while he eats you out with his devilish long tongue, making your toes curl in pleasure.

Worshiping him and his gracious cause is a HUGE turn on for him. Will make him rock hard, so be prepared.

#one piece #op #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #doflamingo #doffy x reader #doflamingo x you #donquixote doflamingo x reader #donquixote doflamingo #anime #manga #art #my stuff #writing

[jakecockley]

- our forsakened love - (prologue)

✧ pairing: santiago “pope” garcia x f!reader

✧ summary: santi recruits you for a mission in south america, but thing is: it’s been years since you’ve last seen each other. the tension is thick, especially when you two have… a past.

✧ genre: angst/fluff and smut in future chapters

✧ warnings: cursing, mentions of a break-up

✧ author's note: yeaahh, um idk, i was thinking of making this a series ?? this was originally just a fic but no longer ig LMAO tagging @marc-spectorr n @slenderclaw

You were bitter.

What fucking audacity Pope had when he simply showed up out of nowhere in front of your door. You didn't know what to think, what to feel, seeing his face just feet away from yours. You didn't know whether to pull him by the collar and kiss the hell out of him or slam the door and go on with your life, but a part of you said no, let's see what he has to say after all these years. That was the curious side of you talking.

You were also shocked.

When you heard the doorbell ring, opened the door, and saw who was there standing, you felt as if a bucket of ice was dumped on you. You were frozen, unable to move. Your hands felt clammy. You felt your heart beating faster. You certainly didn't expect your ex-boyfriend, the one who left you, to appear at your doormat. It wasn't like him, to randomly pop up like this and you sure as hell weren't going to entertain the thought that he might apologize for what he'd done.

Pope breathed out your name softly, but it did no difference to the cold look on your face, yet your heart cracked a little at the sound of his voice. You haven't heard it in a long time. Oh, how you missed it, the smoothness of it yet as well as the slight roughness.

He was wearing a simple black shirt with grey linen pants, laced with a belt. The colors brought out the silver strands through his dark hair and those piercing raven eyes. You noticed the thin chain necklace hanging on his neck, hidden underneath the fabric.

To be honest with yourself, you never really got over him.

You looked to the side, glancing down for a second before leveling your gaze on him again.

"What do you want, Pope?" You asked with as much steadiness you could muster, not wanting to show any vulnerability. You noticed how sort of uneasy the man was, but he regained his posture and cleared his throat. Seems you weren't the only one affected by this.

"Can we talk about this inside? If that's alright with you."

"...Fine."

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"You want me to what?" You chuckled coldly, leaning back against the chair you sat in, arms crossed. "To South America? You can't be serious, we- I almost died there, Pope. I won't be going back."

Did he suddenly lose his mind over the years or something? Well, you shouldn't be surprised, if you think about it. He was known for taking risks, going for them despite the consequences. But going after a dangerous drug lord was something else entirely.

Pope almost winced at the slight crack in your voice. His dark eyes gazed over the thin scar that streaked across your neck and collarbone, then back to your face. He didn't forget that night either.

Eyes following up on his own, you didn’t know what else to say. Your fingers fidgeted with each other, a habit you always did when you were anxious. The awkward silence was deafening to both of you, mostly to Pope.

Maybe he should leave and find someone else, but maybe he could convince you. After all, you were the best sharpshooter he knew. He had to take this chance, despite his history with you.

His voice cut through the tension.

"That last mission it was just us, Y/N. This time, we'll have the guys, just like before. Benny, Will, Frankie, and... Tom. I haven't spoken with him yet but I'm sure he'll be with us,” he told you with a soft tone, trying to ease your mind.

It didn’t really work, though.

"I have family here and for once, I'm finally taking care of them. If this job goes wrong, who will?" You argued sternly. "I'm not sure about the Miller brothers, but Frankie has a wife... a kid, Pope. Why drag him into this?"

"If we do this right, which I’m sure we will, the money we get out of this will support your family without you having to lift a finger anymore. It will be worth it, trust me,” Pope urged. "Frankie knows what he's doing, and he agreed to it."

“Once we’re done and safe, we go our separate ways.” He gestured with his hands.

“…How much?” You hesitated.

Alright, he had you there.

“Hundred million, more than that. We can discuss everything with the guys, the plan especially. I can... give you a day to think about it, though," Pope speculated caringly. Standing up from the chair and looking down at you, you brought your head up to look at him. His heart ached to see you smile again, noticing the way your expression had softened, but your eyes still held their hardened gaze.

He wanted to apologize. He wanted to get on his knees and tell you just how sorry he was, how much he missed you, how he thought about you every day, never ceasing away from his thoughts. He wanted to tell you why he left.

He shrugged off the unrelenting urge. Now wasn't the time, he knew it and he had to remind himself that. He came here to recruit you, not open up an old wound, although he believes he already did that to himself just by looking at you when you opened the door. He ignored the feeling.

His voice was smoky, "Come to this address when you're done thinking about it. Tomorrow." His hand pulled out a card from his back pocket, handing it down over to you.

You didn't answer him immediately, simply nodded and took the white, written piece of paper from his hand.

"Alright," you say, fingers playing around with it. Pope was surprised to hear that harsh tone gone, instead replaced by a soft one. You watched him begin walking to the door.

You got up to walk him out and once you closed the door, you sighed, eyes shut before you opened them. Maybe you should accept, your family would thrive with the money. You gently shook your head.

Goddamnit. This was such a bad fucking idea.

main masterlist | moon knight masterlist

#santiago garcia fanfic #santiago garcia x you #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia imagine #santiago garcia fanfiction #santiago pope garcia imagine #santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia #santiago garcia angst #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fic #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader

[foxtricksterwriting]

Mata Aetara MC; Mao Amachi

Author's Note: 1 of 4, will link the others Below. I had too much fun with research for this one lolol

| 1; Here | 2; Eiichi Itani | 3; Aina Kubota | 4; Hayanori Kaijyama |

Credits: This is a MC for the interactive fiction game/book Mata Aetara, found @mata-aetara-if. Check it out if you like Naruto!

Preferred Name: Mao Amachi ("Charmed, I'm sure")

Alias: N/A (“Mao works just fine”)

Gender + Pronouns: man + He/him

Sexuality: Demiromantic gray-asexual

Chakra Affinity: Lightning

Summoned Animal: lynx

Weapons: Meteor hammer & kunai

Romance: Asahi/Niko ("Fuck.....")

More About Him: A boy that keeps his cards close to his chest. He’s very secretive and unwilling to share his thoughts on most topics, even the most mundane like what foods he likes or his favorite animal. He’s only ever opened up to his two best friends; Asahi and Niko. He disregards others, deeming them not worth his attention. No one’s quite sure where this attitude came from, but it seems it’s here to stay.

Around his friends, he’s very different. He wears his heart on his sleeve and is a bit more outgoing. He follows them around like a duckling following its mother and tends to space out frequently on his own. Due to this, he’s been deemed as airheaded or ditzy. He also tends to copy little phrases his friends say or habits they have; very few of his fidgets are his own.

Despite his distrust of others, he cares deeply for their emotional, mental and physical wellbeing. This need to care for others lead him to become a medical ninja, which he excels at. Even with his abrasive attitude, he’s good at calming others down and reading the room. He can pick up on subtle changes in behavior, though what it means can sometimes fly over his head; ie, he could think someone is upset or sick when they’re just tired if it’s not blatant enough. He overthinks quite a bit, leading him to assume things that are wildly incorrect though he’s surprisingly quick to admit his faults.

Fun Facts:

Pinterest here

His first name can mean “Natural Phoenix” and his surname can mean “Celestial Knowledge”

I don’t have an exact height measurement for him, but he’s very short; he’s the shortest of the cast by quite a bit.

If you need medical supplies but don’t want to be questioned on why, go to Mao. He doesn’t ask questions, even when he should. ("Heh? You need bandages? Yeah, here. What? I don't really care, leave already")

Loud sounds freak him out a lot; his ears are sensitive. He can hear dog whistles and despises them.

Not a good cook, don’t let him cook on his own. Will fuck it up, even with the clearest instructions possible. ("O-oh, uh.... I wanted to make you lunch but it's.... not good")

Sympathy cryer; if he sees you crying, he’ll start tearing up.

Says "heh?" when confused and when acknowledging that he heard you if you call him.

#MC #MC: Mao

[strangerblurbs]

A story in which an author projects her OCD onto Eddie Munson. Featuring Steve being a helpful [boy]friend.

Sometimes words just stuck with him. Eddie wasn't always aware of when it happened, and no one else really caught on either. Often he'd hear a word, and repeat it over and over in his head. Sometimes, he'd hum it until the melody of the word left him. Most commonly, he would find himself writing out the word with his finger. He didn't always realize he was doing it, and it wasn't always noticeable until his nail accidentally dug into his skin. He'd trace words���letter by letter—, using the tip of his right index finger as a pen on the canvas of the pad of his thumb.

It wasn't typically an issue. Sure, it got annoying when his brain kept a word on loop. It hindered his thinking and focus, but he figured he kept up well enough that it wasn't an issue to share with others. The writing wasn't a social hindrance in the slightest, so he really never felt compelled to point it out to anyone. If anything, it made him feel more like he was paying attention, because he was hearing the words and writing them down. He's pretty sure he remembered a teacher once telling him writing down information would help him retain it better.

Eddie wasn't sure what to make of his habit. He wasn't usually aware of when he was doing it, only noticing when he looked down at his hand or needed to use his hand for something. He couldn't quite pinpoint why he did it either. It just happened. On several occasions when he was a little younger, he would try to pay attention to when he did the writing. He still couldn't decipher a common theme among the words or pacing. It just happened, and at this point he accepted that. He also couldn't recall doing it as a young child. It just began one day in his adolescence, and he couldn't seem to shut it off.

Steve caught him in a trance. He heard the word "freak" earlier. It wasn't in relation to him, but it was enough of a reminder of the times it had been. The word looped is his mind. Eddie's brows were furrowed, and his expression worried. He sat on the couch, legs pulled into himself, one hand under his chin, the other loosely near his face. He jolted when Steve waved his hand in his face to pull his attention. "Hey man. Where's your head at?" Steve watched as Eddie's right hand began to fidget. Not that Steve could tell, but Eddie had fixated on the word "where". Upon closer look, Steve noticed only Eddie's index finger was moving, but the motion was so quick that it caused his entire hand to shake. At the same time, Eddie acknowledged Steve's presence. "Oh, hey. Sorry. I was just thinking." He blinked a few times, lightly shaking his head as if his brain was clearing the thoughts like an Etch A Sketch.

Once Eddie looked more settled, Steve sat down beside him. Eddie couldn't figure out why Steve had such a look of concern on his face. "You do that a lot, you know. The whole stuck in your head thing. It's not bad to think, but after what you've been through—after what we've all been through—I worry when I see someone too in their head. Are you okay, man? Your hand is all fidgety, and you do that a lot too. Is that a nervous tick or something?" Eddie just stared at him for a second. After dealing with the Upside Down together, he'd learned to not trust his perception of Steve. He still hadn't expected the guy to be so caring, so perceptive.

"Uh yeah, man. I'm okay. I, uh, I was just remembering some stuff, and the thoughts wouldn't stop coming. I'm good now though." His brain ejected the word "freak", but his hand caught it. He began to write it. At this point, he knew what he was doing, but he wanted to focus on his conversation with Steve. It would be too much effort to assess the action and make himself stop, so he ignored it and continued. Steve didn't look convinced. They looked at each other for a moment before Steve began to hum. Eddie recognized it as Queen's Somebody To Love. He was going to question it until he felt warmth on his hand. The movement of his index finger stopped as he adjusted his hand to link with Steve's.

He knew the song choice was likely because Queen was one of the bands they both enthusiastically had in common, and that was nice in itself. Eddie knew Steve wouldn't understand just how perfect of a choice it was. Music had always been an outlet for Eddie, but it wasn't until the last few years that he'd realized how much the repetition of lyrics calmed him. He relaxed, unfolding his legs and leaning into Steve. As the song came to an end, he found himself humming along to the outro. His brain was still on a loop, but the song lyrics were soothing. It was a good distraction for the time being, and Eddie tried hard to stay in that moment for as long as he could.

#I'm not sure this will make sense to anyone but I needed to write it #I read a couple really poor portrayals of OCD today and considered making a post on my main blog #instead I channeled my frustration into inspiration to write #this is entirely based in my own experience #I do this frequently #I don't have a word for it and no one really has an explanation for it but I've seen online forums of people saying they do the same #I and most people attribute it to OCD #part of why I included the line about Eddie not doing it as a child is because OCD symptoms often do not appear until later in adolescence #personally I've had OCD symptoms including the finger writing since I was very young but for Eddie I wanted to write it as a development #I also didn't want to write it as an entirely negative thing #finger writing doesn't really impact my life. no one I'm around ever notices it or if they do it's not important enough to mention #I genuinely think it helps me memorize information because I'm hearing it and writing it #the repeating thoughts suck #especially when it's a bad word I'm stuck on #but I prefer word loops to the dark intrusive thoughts I also get #anyway OCD is a struggle. it is time consuming. it is energy consuming. it is tiring. #it is also extremely misunderstood and misrepresented in media #it is a real mental disorder and there many more symptoms than just the stereotype of cleaning and organization #not everyone experiences those and not every clean or organized person has OCD #do your research if you portray a mental illness you don't have and don't make generalizations #I will get off my soap box now #this piece of work is more of a vent than anything and Eddie is my outlet of projection #this made me feel better to write though #also Steddie as Queen fans supremacy #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson

[dadbodsandbots]

your ship with Locus!? in a world of lost and found: 3, 7, 14, 33, aand 50!

3. What was their first impression of each other? We met when Sam had some time off and ambled into an Outpost Discovery exhibit that I was curating at [REDACTED] UNSC base as part of their public outreach programming, and he just kind of stood around thoroughly reading display labels before I commented about what he was interested in and we organically built a rapport based on our mutual interests. Sam was actually relieved that I carried most conversations by going off the tour script with personal quips but also feeling encouraged to share his thoughts and experiences. For the first time in a long time, he felt seen and valued as a person who happened to be a soldier. I was thrilled that 1) unga bunga gorgeous guy, and 2) oh thank god a jarhead that actually respects my job title

Sam was more than a little embarrassed when, after automatically walking in the direction of the exhibit one day, Felix told him to "say hi to your girlfriend for me." To absolutely no one's surprise, Felix decided to tag along to rag on Sam because "OF COURSE chubby nerds are your type" or some shit no matter how many times Sam tried to ditch him. Predictably, Felix got bored real fast and started touching accessions before I slapped him with a 30-day ban then had him removed from the premises. That day also happened the first time I saw Sam genuinely smile.

7. How often do they say “I love you”?

I say "I love you!" so so so easily because it's true!! It's a fresh shot of dopamine every single time and it doesn't even bother me that Sam doesn't nearly verbalize it near as much as I do because that makes any time he quietly says it back that much more special!

Sam knows this and will wait until we're swaying in a hammock or washing dishes together then drop an "I love you" because he loves watching me light up like a Christmas tree and fall asleep smiling after a hard day. His love is careful - deliberate - and very, very real.

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

I'm the more tactile of us, so I'm quick to give a hug or kiss on the cheek, but only if I know Sam's chill with the present company seeing. Sometimes my hand migrates to his back pocket at the bar out of habit, so he'll huffs and nudges me if it gets too obvious what I'm up to.

In public, Sam's affection is masked by intent. He stands directly behind me or at my side and might put his hand on my back if we're walking. He's also not immune to gingerly brushing his fingers against mine in an excuse to reach for something; when I say this man is touch STARVED-

Sam's more generous with affection in and around the privacy of our home, kissing the top of my head or fidgeting with my hair. Non-sexual intimacy is one of his favorite forms of expression because of the quiet, raw honesty that we mutually love each other without audacious displays and without question at our best and our lowest moments.

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

Dear GOD we're both abysmal. We've actually been booed by Felix, Reese, Tucker, and Kaikaina after some flirting attempts that we almost never express affection in public now thanks guys -

When I DO flirt, it's usually just when it's the two of us that I can properly dote on Sam (i.e. play with his hair, pack a letter with his lunch, kiss his helmet for good luck, etc.). Otherwise, it's purposefully cringe shit like patting his ass when he asks a favor all "whatever you say, cake boss!"

Sam has stealth rizz when he gets impatient or tired but maybe I just like getting ordered around who knows On that note, he's both impressed and concerned about how easy it is to convince me to Complete a Task™ with a genuine compliment.

50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better?

We actually did break up for a not-insignificant amount of time! Emotional and physical distance built after Sam went into the private sector with Felix, whom I HEAVILY disapproved of at this point, and I stayed with the UNSC for an off-world sabbatical assignment that a supervisor with sour grapes used as an excuse to write me off on a backwater planet ( guess 👀) where I barely eked out a living as a temple tour guide and archaeological advisor.

Our communication was heavily atrophied by that point, so as far as Sam could conclude, the fact that I never responded to his messages meant that what we were was over and - despite his insistence otherwise - deeply undercut his already tenuous self-worth that apparently he wasn't owed a clean answer after everything - at least that's what Felix remarked. Siris was a temporary balm to Sam's emotional wounds, but what happened further eroded his faith in other people beyond their - and his - utility.

#ship: in a world of lost and found #I never actually got to plan out how we met vs how we broke up so thank you for this exercise!!

[shinyeeveelynn]

Seashells, Shaved Ice, and Water Gun with Frank? (Yearnin-cryptid)

AHH Thank you so much, good to get your ask!

Seashells 🐚 - What hobbies do you and your f/o partake in together?

Well! Not many now a day, what with the unconvential lifestyle, but before things got messy he, Curt, Bill and I watched a lot of sports together. By sports I mean sport singular for myself anyway, I only ever had a taste for watching mixed martial arts and that was super fun to share with them but I often let the boys drag me to baseball games and from time to time I could muster caring about a football game or two. We also frequently exercised together just the two of us, let off steam and what not! Now that I think about it, we can be a pair of meat heads. Lmao.

Shaved ice 🍧- What are things your f/o does that you find particularly/oddly attractive, that are usually unconventional or perhaps are strange to find attractive? (Or vice versa)

OH MAN, FRANK IS LIKE THE PERSON TO ASK ME ABOUT WHEN IT COMES TO THIS. He's got a lot of little unconscious fidgets and habits that send me, good god. Sometimes he snarls a bit when he's angry, his fingers twitch when he's anxious and itching to act, the way he clenches his jaw when things get really tense, I mean- holy crap. Most may see Frank and see someone calm, collected, carefully calculated and while the latter is absolutely true, he's actually very emotionally reactive. It's just all so subtle if you blink, you miss it. I don't though, I've noticed every single one of his tells and they're all attractive as hell.

Water gun 🔫 - If you could say anything to your f/o right now, what would it be?

"Frankie! My love, my babe, my big bad p.unisher man ♡ I just want to say thank you for sticking by me so long. We've been through some sick shit my guy, like- whatever, I'm not getting into it. You were there, you know, haha. Still we both stand here, somehow in one piece and lucky enough to have each other. Fucking crazy, right? I still remember when both of us thought our lives were over, so screw it, go hard or die trying. Now we're married, we have a kid way too brilliant and amazing for either one of us jackasses to deserve honestly, and we're still out here kicking ass. I wouldn't have it any other way, babe. I'd love you from here to the ends of hell, Frank. I guess when you think about it, we've already been there."

Send me an F/O and a Seaside Ask!

#f/o ask game #self shipping #self shipping community #self ship community #f/o community #THANKKKK YOUUUU #💖: Why Did Love Put A Gun In My Hand?

[k3rm1e]

cuddling headcanons! ★~(◡﹏◕✿)

this is more of a test thing to see if i like writing this way and if this blog does well

other imagines and headcanons won't include everyone i write unless it is specifically requested and is a prompt i really like

includes: wilbur nihachu karljacobs quackity dream georgenotfound sapnap p!tommyinnnit p!badboyhalo p!skeppy p!eret p!philza p!tubbo p!ranboo

cw: cursing

wilbur:

wilbur is a very cuddle-y guy

to me he seems very soft

i always see people saying he would like spooning, but i disagree

i feel like he would do more of a half-spooning thing with his head on your chest or the other way around

mans would DEFINITELY make you run your fingers through his hair

i feel like he would lay on your chest and just *nuzzle* into the space between your shoulder and neck

anytime you tried to leave him, whether it was because he had to do something or you had to, he would whine. so. fucking. much.

It would probably always go something like:

you - i need to piss

wilbur - no <3

but the moment he decides its time to stop cuddling its fine

and if you complain that you’re gonna miss him he’ll just call you clingy and tease you

like??? sir???

all in good fun though, no bad intentions :)

nihachu:

i feel like you and niki would face each other

with your head like under her chin and in her chest (this is a bad description but look at the “honeymoon hug” on the list for better explanation ;-;)

she would always want to protect you

so she does that by like almost guarding you and keeping you close

niki would definitely do the arm thing where she just lightly moves her hand up and down you arm

i’m so sorry if you don't understand that, it just feels like something she would do

if you haven't experienced that it kinda sorta feels like spiders??? but in a good way???

but generally she is very protective

she just holds you so close the whole time

even if she doesn’t want to let you go, she’s more understanding about it

she would be upset but wouldn’t show it because she doesn’t want to make you feel guilty

niki is generally just an amazing cuddle-r (is that a word?) and has a super comforting presence

karljacobs:

karl would definitely keep your head on his chest

the whole time he would just absolutely squeeze the life out of you

he would constantly bend his neck down to kiss your head

and instead of just like leaving his head down so he could kiss you it would just be:

*inner monologue karl* hmmm i wanna kiss them on their head

and he would lean down to do so which, cute

but then five seconds later he would do it again

and again another five seconds later

and again

very cute karl but please sir, your neck is gonna be so messed up after this

when you had to leave he would be upset, but like niki, would try not to show it

except karl is very bad at that and his pouting would be so obvious

so you would feel guilty and layback down with him

immediately he just becomes (●´ω｀●)

like a happy little puppy

karl is just too adorable for you to deny

quackity:

now we all know this, quackity is a huge dork

which is why i believe he would DEFINITELY use your butt as a pillow

not even in a weird way

i just feel like quackity isn’t too comfortable with touch so this is sorta his way of being close to you without it being a whole serious thing

like he still is able to be goofy and comfortable without it being a whole big thing

him doing this would almost always come with a flatty patty joke from you

which always causes him to threaten divorce, even though you aren’t married

while it isn’t a very good position for things like physical touch, it is good for talking and having conversations

for some reason i feel like he’s the type of person to text someone when they’re right next to each other

so while he’s laying down he’ll just send you random photos of himself

very annoying when your phone is spammed, but also good blackmail material >:)

i don’t think he’d be too clingy

obviously, he enjoys spending time with you

but if you told him you need to go do work or something he wouldn’t throw a fit or pout

big q just seems like he’d be more rational about stuff like that

overall a 420/69 cuddle partner

dream:

one word: spooning

mans just envelops you and has no shame

very big: “no you are mine! >:(“ energy

while he’s sleeping he’ll unconsciously nuzzle his head into your hair/the back of your neck

when you guys got to bed patches usually climbs in and you hold her

i love patches so much i could write headcanons just about her

dream always wants to be cuddling you

if you try to leave he won’t pout, there simply isn't a discussion on whether you’re moving or not

incase you haven’t caught on yet, the answer is no

you need to do work? just bring the laptop to bed

he needs to edit? just sit in his lap at his desk, duh

obviously, he knows at some point you guys need to stop cuddling

he just isn’t too stoked about it

when it comes time where he absolutely can’t cuddle with you, i feel like he’d be more chill

mainly just annoyed

georgenotfound:

i feel like george, like quackity, also wouldn’t be too touchy

i’m pretty sure he has a hard time expressing emotions (please correct me if i’m wrong!!) and i think that would crossover to his sleeping habits

i think he would prefer a sort of back-to-back cuddling position

it seems cold, i know

but also he would most definitely kick at you

so every night while trying to go to sleep suddenly you would just feel *kick*

and then instead of sleep you’re suddenly playing footsie

lots of laughter and warm feelings involved

george would probably pretend that you kicked his leg hard or something and act like you hurt him

the first few times you were actually worried

but then after a few months your only response was a sarcastic “cry about it”

which just led to more laughter

sapnap:

sapnap and you would do a sort of leg hug thing

you both you try to go to sleep in a cute spooning-type position

but the moment one of you fell asleep it all unraveled

you would wake up apart but you’re legs would still be touching

sapnap would joking blame it on you

“wow can’t believe you don't wanna be close with me even when we’re asleep”

“it’s not my fault! i can’t control where i end up when i sleep!”

“no, no. you don’t have to lie. i see how it is.”

“>:(“

but it's okay!

your legs are the first thing to react in a flight-or-fight situation, so they usually react in an honest way

which is like your legs are both reaching to hold each other!

p!tommyinnit:

i don’t get a very touchy vibe from tommy

i feel like the most he would do is put his arm over your shoulder

not in a flirty way, just in a “hey, there isn’t a lot of space, this will make sitting down more comfortable” way

he will let you sorta fidget with his hand/arm

i don't know if that makes sense but what i mean is that he’ll pretty much let his arm go *flop* so you can control it (by like moving it around or playing with his fingers)

in the beginning he would get annoyed

but eventually he would get used to it and wouldn’t really care

it sounds a bit strange but i personally find it very comforting to just have something to fidget with while watching youtube or netflix in bed with my friends

and it’s entertaining (sometimes i do this to me sister to annoy her :>)

he would act like he didn’t mind if you left him

but holy shit he is so clingy

If you try to leave it’ll just be “no, why??? stay here dumbass”

you would be slightly annoyed when he had to leave  but knew he had to film and stream and all that so you would be okay

p!badboyhalo:

you would kinda sit within bad’s lap

like not on his lap, but more of in between his legs

he would have his arms around you

and his phone would be in front of you so you two could scroll through twt or instagram together

or you guys could watch skeppy’s youtube ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

rat would sit in your lap

she’s just;;;;;;;; so adorable

rat is just so soft and fuzzy in your lap and everytime you move to pet her she just melts

rat is the the superior cuddle buddy to any of these block people

p!skeppy:

skeppy, similar to quackity, is a total dork

he would make sure you guys were in a position where he could effectively troll you

so if your head was near his lap he would just flick you or some

“dude can you please stop hitting me in the head”

“it turns out i am not actually hitting you in your head because based on the perpendicularity of the bisector multiplied by the photosynthesis of the dividend, it is impossible for me to do so”

“wtf”

lya is so goddamn sick of you guys

she's trying to get him to actually do something but instead he’s just sitting there throwing paper airplanes at you while you sleep

he’s an annoying asshole but it's okay because he gives you money for absurd reasons

p!eret:

eret has such a comfortable presence

i feel like she wouldn’t be up for cuddling too much

more of like putting your head on a friends shoulder so you can see the tweet their showing you

but they do like to hold hands

holding hands isn’t very intimate but it's also just such a sweet comforting thing

she even holds your hand when you guys are out walking around

like if you guys were getting food somewhere (post-covid of course)

you most likely would get addressed as a couple

and he would just be like”...wut?”

it’s happened so many times at this point you just go along with it

“you guys look like such a cute couple!”

“oh we aren't-” “thank you!”

can you tell that i love eret?

p!philza:

phil always has such dad vibes

i feel like the closest he would get to cuddling is hugs and hand holding

even though cuddling isn’t inherently romantic, he is married to kristen

so i fell he would get most of his touch in with her

but with you he’s just so fatherly

hello dadza

whether you have a good or bad relationship with your father, everyone can admit that philza minecraft is dadza

this is such a dad thing, but tries to hold you hand when you cross the street

no matter the age, he just feels the need to protect you

hugs are similar

uses hugs as a way to comfort you and protect you

just so amazing all around

p!tubbo:

tubbo would love cuddling in any way, shape, or form

if you guys are hanging out at like the park or something and lying down

get ready to become this mans pillow

this is really fun to do with your friends but imagine you guys are hanging out in a field type area (with my friends we hand out in the field next to the cemetery but it can be any open grass area)

tubbo would just use your lap as a pillow the whole time

and when you guys were walking back to his house he would sorta drape his arms over your shoulders (assuming he’s taller than you)

he would do the same thing when you guys were sitting in chairs or at a desk

just drapes his arms over your shoulder with his chin on your head

if it's really late and he's tired he’ll just hug you

p!ranboo:

if you thought tubbo is bad, ranboo is even worse

not even really cuddling, he just likes having a sort of skin-to-skin contact

so handholding and laying on top of eachother

if he’s streaming he will legitimately message ou to just sit next to him

so sometimes if he’s just chilling by himself on the smp you’ll end up on his streams

he’ll have you next to him just because he likes be near someone

and so randomly it’ll just be like “chat, a real human is here, behave”

chat does not behave

(they heavily bully him)

he’s pretty clingy but when you HAVE to leave he’ll understand and just be a bit bummed out

holy shit this took me so long-

if you read this whole thing thank you!

#mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader #karl jacobs x reader #nihachu x reader #quackity x reader #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #tommyinnit x reader #badboyhalo x reader #skeppy x reader #eret x reader #philza x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #kermie's headcanons #kermie spent so long on this and is dying

[0pexigon0]

Bruno x male!reader

Sleeping arrangements with Bruno :]

The relationship between the both of you are married btw

Sleeping positions:

•Usually ranges but the all time favorite position is when both of their legs are tangled with Bruno’s head on his husband’s chest, hands tangled in the rat man’s hair and his placement in between [Name]’s legs

•Both of them will wake up in different positions; one time [Name] woke up on the floor

Sleeping habits:

•[Name] sleeps in his boxers, which isn’t that big a deal to Bruno, unless he also sleeps without a shirt. Sometimes it gets too hot in Bruno’s room….

•At times, [Name] wakes up in a cold sweat for no reason. And I’m not talking about just waking up and sitting there. I’m talking about jolting in the bed, muttering, sweating and all that eventually leads to waking up and almost bursting out of the bed, out of breath and a ringing nerve in his head.

•This scares the absolute shit out of Bruno sometimes. The jolting wakes him up a bit but he’s too unconscious to do anything and doesn’t realize it’s his husband, then just as he’s about to go to sleep he swears he can hear the words “future, past… cabinet, counter… money, jawbreaker and mom” and the words ‘mom’ definitely makes him go wide eyed and glance at the victim of his dreams: [Name]. Then he would wipe the sweat off his wedded’s forehead and neck, gently trying to soothe him into good dreams. If that doesn’t work and [Name] bursts awake, he’ll be there, oh he will be there to comfort the hell out of the other

•Often Bruno has nightmares about being shunned by his family again, considering the all time favorite sleeping position, [Name] is hella perceptive enough to notice. Bruno sweats, which in turn [Name] wipes the sweat off and tries to keep him cool, next, Bruno cries in his sleep so his lovely husband will wipe his tears away and gently try and shake him awake. 9/10 gently waking him up works…

•[Name] has an achy knee, probably from genetics. So he takes meds every morning and night to try and soothe the pain. If those “weird” dreams don’t wake him up in the middle of the night then the knee pains will. Shifting in the bed to the built in bathroom to Bruno’s room will wake the owner of the two rooms up. He’ll squint his eyes to try and adjust the light to at least try and see your figure. Once he sees your build going into the bathroom he will just go right back to sleep like nothing ever happened.

•Bruno is a very light sleeper and the walls of the casita often creak either from the casita moving or setting. This doesn’t necessarily scare Bruno awake as much as just making him shift in bed a bit. There was only one time the house scared him awake and it was the casita trying to wake him up for a reason he can’t even remember.

•If [Name] is having trouble sleeping then he’ll just fidget with Bruno’s hair, how long it takes for him to sleep depends on the many braids and mini hairstyles Bruno wakes up with. His hair is thick and curly so [Name] helps him take out all his hairstyles. Bruno thinks it’s like a quirk to his amor’s habits but the other thinks it’s funny, a little bit…

•Bruno has lived in the walls for ten years, so that means he is used to claustrophobic spaces. So, often times if not enough, he would huddle up against [Name]’s chest, as in cheek pressed against his stomach type way, and hug the living shit out of [Name] to try and simulate that enclosed space feeling again, not because he wants to but because it’s just pure instinct.

•Bruno’s skin can be really dry so [Name] created the perfect lotion for Bruno’s skin type. It also builds more color in his skin because he looked kind of gray compared to his siblings in the movie, most likely from lack of sunlight. He hates the cold feeling of the lotion but the other could give less of a shit: as long as Bruno didn’t look like a dying man…

•Speaking of his lack of sunlight, vitamins. [Name] grabbed all the proper vitamins he could get his hands on, put them all in a large container and tells Bruno to take two every morning first thing. And Bruno doesn’t even know what they do, if [Name] tells him to take it he will take it.

•In my opinion, Bruno wouldn’t be that worried if he woke up in the middle of the night and didn’t find [Name] in his room. It would take a couple hours until Bruno does eventually come down to see the other man playing animals with Antonio, or cooking with Julieta (at 3 in the morning?), or soothing one of the children back to sleep

•A funny little Headcanon I like is when the reader is gifted but their gift is time control seconds back to the past

•Often, Bruno isn’t affected cause of his relation to time control, so both of them are both reluctant to use their gift

•This isn’t even related to the theme of the post I just thought it was a great idea :]

•Last one before I continue with the sleeping headcanons but using too much of [Name]’s gift will get him… “sick”. Not as in a flu sick, as in his nose bleeding, him going pale, lightheaded, not being able to walk properly at all. In reaction to this, Bruno would go into his tower and in that one room, laying [Name] gently there and waiting for the symptoms to resign.

•Anyways, continuing on

•Bruno takes melatonin (a completely safe sleeping medicine :]), and that stuff gets him sleepy as hell, but the dreams he had are weird as hell

•He remembers this dream clear as day; something about Pepa and Julieta force feeding him cactuses and Camilo turning into Abuela and Abuela talking to Maribel about her grades… something like that

•[Name] only took melatonin once. Only once in his life and never again. His dream made him sick to his stomach: never again.

#bruno madrigal #x male reader #encanto bruno #headcanon #tio bruno #bruno my beloved #male reader

[miekasa]

do you have any cute (or h-word) bf headcanons for the Aot boys mie?

Of course I do, I have an ever-expanding list of headcanons for all of them, from how they react to you sitting in the backseat when they pick you up, down to whether or not they would rip your bandages off after your get a shot (spoiler: Eren, Porco, and Levi fucking would)

EREN sfw

He really likes holding hands, though it’s more of a calming habit for him. Holding hands keeps him grounded, and acts as an anchor for his anxiety; so he’ll grab and/or fidget with yours periodically.

He’ll steal your skincare if he’s over at your place, but honestly he just starts… copying it lmfao. Like, he’ll take notice of your face wash when he’s over he’s like “Oh, this is nice” and then a week later, he buys a bottle for himself. Then he buys your toner, and your moisturizer, and you stay over at his place and gotta do a double take bc he’s got damn near the same of everything at this point.

He doesn’t know if he believes that classical music actually helps him to concentrate, but he does know that he’s grown to like it, so it’s become his studying music of choice. He’s got favorite composers and everything.

He’d be upset if you didn’t steal his hoodies. That’s what they’re there for. He’ll make you steal them if he has to.

He hates standing in line. For anything. If he likes a restaurant that gets super busy at lunch, he’ll order ahead for pickup (and he feels special skipping the line). At amusement parks, he pays for the fast passes. If it’s shopping, then he’d rather just do it online.

On that note, he sucks at returning things that don’t fit/he doesn’t like when he shops online, so he honestly just keeps them, or gives them to his friends—it’s much easier than going through the hassle of printing a return label, according to him.

nsfw

He likes the idea of recording you guys during sex, but he’s honestly a little too nervous to do it—nervous about being recorded himself, and about it potentially getting out somewhere.

Likes it when you look him in the eyes when you cum. In fact, he somewhat demands it.

Similarly, he’s always watching you during sex. Mostly your face, for indications of how he’s making you feel and when you’re close to your orgasm (which is why he’s got a thing for you looking at him).

He used to hate masturbating, until he tried masturbating to the idea of you, and now he fucking loves that. He takes his time with it too—if he’s gonna jack off, he’s gonna make a moment of it: sit on his bed, turn the lights off, make sure he’s all alone and can go for as long as he wants.

Threesomes are fine with him, and he doesn’t even have to be the sole one in charge, depending on who’s joining you.

ARMIN sfw

He air-dries the majority of his clothes because he doesn’t want his sweaters and knitwear to shrink. Also, he likes the smell of his fabric softener permeating the room while the clothes dry.

On a similar note, he’s got sensitive skin—not to the point where a shirt less than 75% cotton irritates him; but he is conscious of fabrics and products he uses. Because of this, he takes extra care with his laundry, his pillowcases and bedsheets are satin as are the majority of his pajama shirts, and he never ever walks around without house slippers or he’ll irritate the bottom of his feet.

He’s scared of bugs, but he doesn’t like to kill them either. Honestly, he just kinda hopes spiders and stuff will crawl away without him intervening 😭😭

He likes board games, and has a thing for The Game of Life. He cannot play chess, even though most people would guess that he could, and he’s begun to practice by playing online versions against computers to learn.

He knows everyone’s gossip because everyone comes to him to gossip. And if he’s the therapist friend, then you’re the person who receives the summary of all the tea from him at the end of the week. And man can this boy throw a bitch fest when he’s in the right mood.

nsfw

He’s got a bit of an oral fixation, so he really likes having your mouth occupied; with his fingers, with your panties, with his dick—he’s not really picky.

Likes sex with the lights on. Claims it’s because he wants to “see all of you” (it’s really because he’s nervous he’ll fuck something up if he can’t see properly 😭😭)

He really likes making out. Like, a lot. Though it’s not something that happens often—so he builds up a lot of frustrating thinking about it, and it all comes crashing down, and ends up with you guys damn near dry humping each other on the couch for two hours.

That’s something that applies to him generally, too—he tends to let himself get very frustrated and worked up, whether he means to or not. He also thinks about sex quite frequently, and it only fuels his frustration; so when he snaps, he snaps hard.

He’d let you choke him back if you asked. Just ask nicely.

JEAN sfw

Loves studying in cafés and adores when you study with him; peeps up at you periodically when you sit across from him. He always pays for your drink, but sometimes you guys share, and he likes making a game out of reaching for the cup at the same time as you.

He’s very chivalrous, but he hates when you call him out for it, or make any kind of deal of it. He knows it’s chivalry, but he also knows it’s the bare minimum, plus he’s easily embarrassed—especially in public.

Loves having his hair played with, absolutely adores it. If you’re just holding his face, or resting your hand on his cheek, he’ll move himself further into your touch to maneuver your palm closer to his hair.

He really really really likes back hugs—giving and receiving them. If he’s standing behind you, he’ll most likely reach for a hug at some point (sometimes he won’t let go and you’ve gotta waddle with him on you). His ears get red when you give him a back hug but he always uses a hand to rest over your arms to tell you that he doesn’t want you to let go.

He can play the piano, but he doesn’t tell a soul about it. The only reason you found out it through his mom. He’s got stage fright, so he gave up on performing, but he’s really talented, and can almost play any song by ear.

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He loves the feeling of your hands on him, particularly if you’ve got long nails. Please scrape your nails against his back, or even just dig them into his biceps while he’s fucking you, it’ll drive him insane.

Along with liking having his hair played with, he adores having it pulled on—the attention and desperation in your actions goes straight to his ego and his dick.

One of his biggest fantasies is getting a lap dance from you. He’d never ever fucking say it out loud or dream of asking for it, but the idea of you stripping in front of him, down to lingerie he’d picked out for you, and teasing him until he can’t take it anymore and jumps you is something he thinks about… far more often than he should.

If you’re wearing his clothes (especially one of his t-shirts to bed, or around his apartment), he’s gonna fuck you in it. Jean has a lot of self control, but that’s one thing that’ll make him snap in an instant. And if you wear his shirt or hoodie out, he’s fucking you when you get home, it’s as simple as that.

CONNIE sfw

He studies with children’s shows playing the background. He doesn’t remember how he discovered that his method works for him, all he knows is that something about Paw Patrol makes for excellent background noise for writing his research papers.

He’s quite touchy with PDA, but if you guys are in a crowd then forget about it—because Connie might forget about you. He’s definitely left you at the grocery store before.

He eats cereal for breakfast every morning, and he’s kind of got a collection of them in his kitchen. He claims there are upscale cereals that he doesn’t just let anybody eat or even touch; so, if he offers you a midnight snack consisting of a bowl of his favorite (and very rare) cereal, then be honored.

He almost always pays with cash, but he hates change. If he gets back coins, he either tells the cashier to keep them, puts them in a tip jar if there’s one in sight, or just pours them into your coat pocket. He understands that its money, but he’ll be damned if he’s just got a sack full of nickels clanging around in his bag.

nsfw

He claims he doesn’t have a thing for exhibitionism, but with the way he’s down to fuck damn near anywhere, he might be a bold faced liar. Changing rooms, music festivals, airport bathrooms, the little corner of the multilevel parking lot that he’s oh-so-certain is in the blindspot of the security cameras... there are so few things off-limits with him.

Car sex on his bucket list… just not in his car lmfao (because trust and believe that’s something that already happens pretty regularly). Maybe his real kink is vandalism and destruction of property.

He is not above begging you to sit on his face. He will get on his knees and pant like a fucking dog for you to do it, he’s so serious. He’ll do it laying down, he’ll do it with you standing up/against a wall, he’ll do it on the couch. Break his neck please he’s fucking asking for it.

He doesn’t mind sharing and he definitely doesn’t mind watching. Honestly, he’d egg you on to kiss someone else at a party, or go as far as to seduce you into seducing someone else just so he can watch it go down.

PORCO sfw

He sends you iMessage games but only the ones he’s good at because he doesn’t like to lose. But also, if he is losing, he doesn’t want you to be supportive about it and tell him “it’s okay uwu” lmfao he wants to either cream you, or have you kick his ass; competition is the name of the game, don’t be soft on him.

He’s a morning person, and he likes going on runs or even just early-morning walks when the weather is nice. He will wake you up occasionally to join him—and if you’re a homebody, you will be joining him. He won’t be responsible for watching you decompose on the couch.

Very picky about his pizza. It’s not a calorie or grease or health thing—he just really fucking likes pizza, and he won’t excuse a bad slice.

Always pulls you closer to him in a crowd or when a group of people are walking by. He doesn’t have to, but he likes to. Tease him about it and he’ll push you right back tho, probably into a shrub if there’s one near by.

nsfw

He’s such a “No, no—answer the call” kind of mf; a sadist, if you will. He lives for torturing and embarrassing you, and that applies to sex, too.

Loves the way his hands look on you, particularly splaying his hand over your stomach when he’s fucking you. Likes the heat of your body against his, when he positions himself just right to feel the outline of his dick against you, and squeezing the sides of your tummy when he gets lost in it.

Loves blowjobs, and loves to cum on you or over your face. His favorite thing tho is pulling away just before he’s about to orgasm, and jacking himself off with your tongue sticking out, ready to swallow.

Okay with threesomes, too; but he wouldn’t like to do much to or with the third person. It’s okay if they touch you—maybe even fuck you, depending on who it is—but he’s not there to get them off.

LEVI

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When he cooks dinner, he always makes sure to make enough for you to have leftovers to take with you for lunch the following day. Especially if it’s a dish you’ve been wanting or try, or specifically asked him to cook.

He’s got a specific tote bag he brings with him to the grocery store/farmer’s market, and separate one for when he’s running other light errands.

He hates soda, not even just because it’s not the healthiest thing to drink—he just doesn’t like the feel of carbonated drinks; the only exception being when they’re mixed with liquor, but even then, it’s not his preference.

After a while, he just starts lying and says you’re married at places where it benefits you both, or to curb a longer conversation about the status of your relationship to people who are inquiring. He thinks it’s fucking weird that marriage is what shuts people up, but if it works, it works; less people prying in your guys’ business.

He likes giving you forehead kisses, and if you do it back, he’ll learn that he doesn’t mind receiving them either.

He’s such a sucker for you rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand when you guys hold hands. He might not act like he notices, but he always does; and somewhat craves little touches like that the longer you guys are together.

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He would never admit it to anyone, but birthday sex is up there for his favorite kind of sex. He never cared much about his birthday… until he realized he could get that as a gift. He knows it’s not different, but he likes it, nonetheless; one the few times he doesn’t mind having all the attention on him.

King of aftercare, though some of his methods usually lead to another round—in which he teases you for cancelling out his work, when you know he was just as willing and eager.

He likes edging himself and overstimulating you; and with his self-control, that makes for a pretty dangerous combination.

He’s strong and he knows how to use it to his advantage: maneuvering you with a single arm, holding both your wrists above your head with one hand, pushing your head down into the sheets when he’s fucking you from behind.

Sex is one of the few times Levi doesn’t mind making a mess—and in fact, he likes it messy; watching you drip onto the sheets, making you spit on his dick and fucking your face until you drool. He always goes on about how sloppy you are, how you can’t keep anything clean, but he fucking loves it.

#anonymous #i love writing but i hate tagging things here we go #eren x reader #aot x reader #levi x reader #armin x reader #porco galliard x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #connie springer x reader #eren smut #levi smut #eren yeager x reader #alright that's enough