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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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Can’t stop thinking about Steve -do I really want to be in another meaningless relationship only based on sex?- Harrington coming to the conclusion that his scars can be pretty off putting and spiraling because now girls won’t even want him for his body. Eddie thinks they only add to his beauty.

me too me too me too ! i've written so much fic content about steve and eddie and their scars bc these are the types of thoughts that keep me up at night. ughhh. i adore this so much <333 thx for submitting :)

bc i've written on this topic (as its one of my faves), i thought i'd include an excerpt from one of my fics as my answer !! hope you enjoy !

Steve’s gritting his teeth, because the rubbing alcohol on his fresh cuts somehow stings worse than the demobat bites did.

“Ow, ow, ow,” he groans, as Eddie dabs along his wounds with a soaked cotton ball. Strategically rubbing up and down Steve’s calf with his other hand to calm him.

“Just a little more,” Eddie looks up at him from his crouched position, “Then, it’s only the bandages and you’ll be good as new.”

True to his word, the torture doesn’t last much longer—a few minutes max, though Steve’s comprehension of time is still fucked up from this morning. It feels like some time after noon, but it’s hard to be certain without the assistance of a clock.

Frankly, it’s not like he has hard-set plans for today or any other day this week. He’s not missing out on anything substantial, especially not since his boss conveniently stopped putting him on the schedule after he slept through one too many shifts a few weeks ago.

Besides, he’d much rather be here than anywhere else. With Eddie’s callused hands centering him and curating a new normal.

Eddie props himself up on his knees to place the few small bandages on Steve’s inner thighs. He’s extremely methodical about the process which Steve wouldn’t have expected from someone as spontaneous and off-the-cuff as him.

“Doing okay up there?” Eddie implores, meeting his eyes with a sweet smile.

His dimples make an impromptu appearance and Steve thinks he might just melt into a puddle at the view.

God he’s so fucking beautiful. Holy–

“Peachy,” Steve responds and nods to affirm the statement like his thoughts are puritanical and going to lead him straight to heaven.

However, his mind says otherwise; riddled with sin and lust–

Would be doing much better with your dick in me. Filling up my throat until I can’t breathe. I think that would be very healing, don’t you?

Admittedly, his internal dialogue has gotten increasingly horny since he exited the bath. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why. Eddie’s kneeling before him, tending to his injuries, speaking in a raspy tone, and oh yeah –there’s the fact that Steve’s butt ass naked.

He hadn’t originally envisioned it going like this, but here they were. There wasn’t some juicy blueprint with a mock up of his dick and every other inch of him on full display for his resident nurse. It’s not like he had some hidden agenda.

When Eddie had helped him out of the bathtub—so he didn’t slip or whatever—he hadn’t instructed Steve to get dressed, so Steve had simply toweled off and tossed the terrycloth thing to the side once he was dry. Eddie smirked at him with a sort of curiosity, but didn’t make any remarks about the nature of his obvious nudity. Instead, he chose to remain fully clothed and got to work playing doctor.

It’s hard to put into words and even harder for him to wrap his head around, but the events of last night–specifically the ones that took place in his living room–have seemed to cast Steve under an ineffable spell of Eddie’s own creation.

It appears to be defined by the severe, unwavering need to obey Eddie’s every command under the aim of earning his praise and utmost pride. If the man asked him to jump, Steve would ask how high and proceed to launch himself further than humanly possible.

Overnight, Eddie has gone from being his estranged acquaintance–whom he hadn’t really thought he’d ever see again–to someone whose opinion matters more than his own.

All of this is to say that despite wanting it, Steve really doesn’t have any reason to believe Eddie is going to touch him anywhere other than where it’s logically necessary, until he starts talking again.

Returning to a cyclical point that he just can’t seem to let go of, clinging to it like the end of a fraying rope.

“Do you believe me yet?” Eddie smooths his hand over yet another bandaid, “Do you believe that I’m not like your parents? I’m never going to leave you just because you’re hurting. Pain’s only human Steve. Why would I ever blame you for experiencing it?”

The questions are rhetorical. He makes this clear by silencing the response slowly forming in Steve’s mind with his touch. Trailing his ringed hands up to Steve’s bare hips and gently squeezing the soft flesh there. Eddie kneads it beneath his fingers, massaging generously. Ceaseless in his eye contact, he pointedly ignores that which Steve feels rather embarrassed by–his fast growing erection.

Steve’s dick flags to immediate attention before he can even think to try and hide it. It’s honestly laughable how quickly his body reacts to the feeling of someone else’s hands on him–something that hasn’t happened in a longer amount of time than he’d like to verbally admit. Thankfully, Eddie’s not asking and doesn’t seem at all offended by how reactive his body is. Rather enticed—pupils swelling in enchanted awe and blissful wonder.

“Stevie, I want to answer that silly little question of yours, alright? Will you let me do that, angel? Will you let me get you out of your head for a minute? I’ll go slow and you can stop me at any point. Taps always work great if you don’t feel like talking. You know that,” Eddie demonstrates this by flattening a palm and maneuvering it over the low part of Steve’s abdomen to tap rhythmically.

It matches the asymmetrical beat of Steve’s heart–whirring and skipping all over the place.

Eddie’s licking his lips as he lies in wait, as if preparing to sink sharp teeth into defenseless prey. The insinuation of his overt power oddly juxtaposes against his physical position. On his knees in what would usually be deemed submission, but gazing up at Steve with such intense fire and hunger that there’s no question about who’s really in control here.

His comprehension of Eddie’s sheer ability to dominate and possess him gives Steve a rush of shivering, but pleasant cold to the head. Goosebumps rise to coat his skin. It’s the same effect he experiences when he slurps down a milkshake too fast.

“Yes please, don’t wanna think anymore. Want you to teach me how to be good, Eds,” Steve sucks on his bottom lip and wriggles his hips in Eddie’s grip. Almost thrusting forwards, but realizing his dick would bump straight into Eddie’s nose and that feels kind of rude, so he holds himself back.

It’s an indescribable craving–what he knows Eddie can give him. He feels like a junkie in need of a tantalizing fix. The drug’s perfectly in view, but just a hair too far away for him to grasp it. Even if it was close enough, he wouldn’t dare make a move until Eddie gave him the go ahead. Eddie knows what’s good for him. Eddie wouldn’t lead him astray.

“Good, baby,” Eddie’s pet name sends Steve’s eyes rolling into the back of his head, “That’s right. I’d never hurt you, not in any way you didn’t want me to.”

His interest immediately peaks at the sound of that, though he’s not sure exactly what it means. The proposition of Eddie administering controlled pain to his body is strangely inviting. Questions lazily bob to the surface of his brain, but he’s not in the right mindset–at present–to run a proper interrogation. It’ll have to wait.

“Alright, you’re going to start by telling me why your parents shouldn’t want to come see you? Why shouldn’t they fly home to see their perfect son, hm?” Eddie presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of his knee and returns both hands to his hips to ground him.

Perfect? He thinks I’m perfect?

Steve’s cock constantly throbs against his stomach and it won’t take much more for him to start leaking slick down his fuzzy happy trail.

“ ‘m not worth their time, ‘m not the type of son they wanted to have–don’t have a big fancy job or anything to offer them–nothing they’d like anyway,” Steve whimpers from a mixture of painful emotion and wanton desire, “My dad always tells me I’ve failed them. Always tells me they wouldn’t have had a kid if they knew he’d turn out like me.”

“That’s fucking bullshit,” Eddie says with strict finality, like he’ll accept no further argument on the topic, “Fuck that, Stevie. That’s not true.”

Eddie kisses up to his waist–avoiding his weepy cock for the moment–and presses his hot mouth to the residual scars that an array of Upside Down monsters have left him with. His tongue flicks out to trace the edges of his gnarled skin, lapping at it like it’s sugar coated in ambrosia.

Steve moans and this time, he can’t prevent his pelvis from bucking forward; rolling through a wave of blanketed pleasure. It softens and pacifies the abrasive noise ringing between his ears.

“Fucking look at you, baby. How could they ever think you’re a failure? That’s a fucking bold faced lie, so obviously false,” Eddie cocks an eyebrow at him, before continuing to make headway on his emboldened path through the labyrinth of Steve’s pain, “These pretty marks on your body show me how strong you are–how brave you’ve been for so many years with no one to take care of you, but yourself. That takes so much courage, Stevie. You’re a fighter, aren’t you? I’ve seen it–the way you defend everyone and jump into battle for them. You did it for me, didn’t you? Saved my fucking life with that bravery of yours. Wouldn’t have survived without you. Doesn’t sound like you’re much of a failure to me.”

As much as Eddie makes it sound obvious, this perspective is fresh and nearly unbelievable for Steve.

Sure, he’d fought and sure, he’d saved Eddie, but he wasn’t special because of it. Anyone would have jumped in to help a friend in those situations. Robin would have. Nancy would have. Dustin too. It didn’t mean he was worth any more than the rest of them. It didn’t mean he was better because of it.

“I’m not special,” his voice breaks wide open like the daunting fracture of a fault line, “Saved you because you’re my friend. Any of them would have done it. I just happened to be the one to get there in time.”

“You’re wrong, Stevie and I don’t like hearing you talk about yourself like that. I won’t allow it,” he reprimands.

To deliver what might be considered punishment by a more stable individual, Eddie nips at his scars–little scrapes of teeth that make him openly moan at a volume that would be far too loud if they weren’t the only two home. It's heavenly as is, but Steve gluttonously yearns for more. Wishing Eddie would make good on his promise and fully bite down. Perhaps, draw a bit of blood. Take away the hurt and suck it from underneath his damaged skin.

However, he doesn’t share these thoughts, because he doesn’t want to scare Eddie with how much he’s willing to submit. With how much he’s dying to hand himself over and give Eddie complete control. Steve knows that’s not normal. He knows it’s likely the result of whatever illness is rotting his brain and tarnishing his heart. It’s too much to ask of someone who still hardly knows them–even after playing the game of twenty questions.

“Eddie. Fuck that feels good,” he settles for instead, “Need you, need more.”

More doesn’t necessarily have to mean bite and bruise me until I can’t feel anything, but the imprint of your hands and teeth on my skin. It could mean anything at all. There’s nothing wrong with more.

Sucking purple and red stains onto his waist with devoted lips, Eddie finally ghosts a hand over Steve’s throbbing cock and chuckles lowly at the way it twitches in desperation for him.

“Needy, aren’t we? That’s okay, I happen to like needy boys. You’re in luck,” Eddie drips an intoxicating condescension from his tongue and Steve focuses for way too long on the enviable suggestion that he’s done this before, “I’m happy to give you more, baby. In fact, I’d love to. But, I’m afraid rules are rules and I can’t do that until you finish answering my question.”

Steve bitchily stomps one of his bare feet against the tile and Eddie tsks at him, shaking his head back and forth. He nips again at Steve’s skin–this time biting a bit more meanly at his upper thigh. The faint imprint of his teeth is erased hastily by a sloppy kiss. A figure eight is traced by his tongue, connecting a series of pertinent moles that dot the tender flesh. Precum spurts onto his belly at the delectable feeling of Eddie’s godless mouth. Depravity leaks out of Steve in a relentless, milky white trickle and his counterpart just watches the show. Making no move to stop it or bring about release.

“B-but I was good. I did answer your question, Eds. I already told you the truth about why they wouldn’t want to come see me. I promise I wasn’t lying, wouldn’t do that to you. Know you don’t like lying,” Steve whines, demoralized by Eddie’s refusal to further things along and let him cum.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie licks up a drop of pre that has rolled down Steve’s left leg, moaning at the taste and for the first time–Steve realizes that he’s hard in his jeans, a thick protrusion forming to the side of the taut zipper, “You gave me an answer, but you didn’t give me the right answer. I can taste how badly you want to cum, baby. So sweet and deprived. No one’s touched you like this in a while, have they?’

“N-no,” Steve shakes his head frantically, surprising himself with the confession and lack of embarrassment surrounding it, “No they haven’t. Haven’t been touched like this in over a year. Only by my own hands.”

Eddie perks up at his disclosure of the truth. He moans deep in his throat and palms his dick through the black denim. Steve desperately wishes it was his hand, so curious about what it would be like to be the one to make him come undone.

“You poor thing,” Eddie patronizes, rubbing himself again with a rougher hand and barely disguising the way he’s shakily breathing through it, “A body as perfect as yours should never be ignored. Not even for a second. There should be a line outside your door ready to worship you, baby. Pretty boys like you deserve to be touched and admired all the time, don’t you think?”

“M-maybe, I don’t know,” Steve replies nervously. He’s not used to this brand of undivided attention, it’s a bit overstimulating and he keeps getting tongue tied under the tidal wave of brazen compliments.

“You sure you don’t know or do you just need some encouragement? I don’t think you’re quite getting it yet, angel. Let me make this very clear, you’re not cumming until you answer me properly. I’m sorry to do it this way baby, but it’s my job to make you understand how perfect you are and I won’t stop until you believe it,” Eddie purrs and thrusts into his own hand, clothed cock grazing Steve’s shin and eliciting a high whine.

Steve’s certain at this point that his body was made to respond to Eddie’s every beck and call. He’s been with plenty of girls, but there’s something about being with a boy–about being with this particular boy–that completely consumes him. A bomb could go off, the house could set fire, a lion could roar from right outside the door and Steve would remain entirely entranced by Eddie Munson. Running only when instructed to do so.

It’s terrifying.

It’s repulsive.

It’s insane.

He’s never wanted anything more.

Apparently to Eddie, ‘encouragement’ means standing up so he’s eye to eye with Steve and licking a stripe up the side of his exposed neck. Persuasion is administered in pressing their bodies as closely together as possible–mirroring each other–and rutting his cock against Steve’s through an incredibly frustrating layer of clothing.

The rugged friction hurts, causing Steve to wince and bite his inner cheek. There’s no soft silk or frilly lace like the stuff he’s used to sliding his fingers beneath when he hooks up with girls. There’s no delicate bows to untie or complicated clasps to undo. Floral patterns and pastel colors are replaced by ripped jeans, beat-up leather, and stinging metal.

Eddie’s biting his earlobe unapologetically. He’s gripping Steve with reckless abandon, traversing every inch of skin–pinching wherever he pleases and teasing without an ounce of regret. He’s playful–endlessly so. He starts a game, changes the rules half-way through, and relishes Steve’s panting breaths.

They kiss with tongue and teeth and stubble grating sensitive skin. Eddie knots his hands in Steve’s hair and pulls. When Steve reaches up to return the favor, to get his hands on him, Eddie takes both wrists in one firm fist and breaks their sloppy kiss to remind Steve of their agreement:

“Not happening,” Eddie yanks hard on his hair, “You keep your hands to yourself. I didn’t tell you to touch me, did I?”

For someone who relentlessly admonishes authority figures, Eddie is quite good at taking on the role himself. As if he’s internalized each run-in with the police and visit to the principal’s office; taking careful notes on how to demand obedience. Referencing them all now in his whipping tone.

“No. No you didn’t tell me to. I’m sorry,” Steve pouts.

“No need to apologize, sweetheart. Nothing to be sorry about. Just need you to remember that right now is about you–making you feel good. Do you want me to keep going or do you want us to stop here? You won’t upset me if you feel like it's too much,” Eddie leans his forehead against Steve’s as he whispers these words to him; pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Wanna keep going, don’t want you to stop,” Steve pleads. He likes the added pressure of Eddie’s hand around his wrists, like being restrained from giving into stupid decisions.

“Then you know what I want to hear, don’t you angel? All you have to do is repeat after me, we’ll make it real nice and easy today. Can you do that?” Eddie kisses along his jaw and uses his free hand to trace shapes on Steve’s chest–tightly pinching his hardened nipples and tugging a bit meanly.

“Yes,” Steve assures him, “I can.”

“Good. Repeat after me,” Eddie says like he’s teaching Steve a grammar lesson on a blackboard, “I’m smart.”

“I’m–um–I’m,” Steve’s hands tremble from where Eddie has them bound.

He dips his head to suck another bruise onto Steve’s collarbone–it will turn the color of a nightshade vegetable–burgundy as it fades, “Try again. Don’t be shy. I know you can do this. It’s just you and me. Nothing bad is gonna happen.”

The pain brings Steve strength. It shouldn’t, but it does. It frees him from the fear of vulnerability and lets the words tumble out of his mouth.

“I’m smart,” he says without pause.

“Just like that, baby. That’s right. You are smart. You’re so smart and so good for me,” Eddie praises, releasing Steve’s wrists and dropping back down to his knees on the floor, “We’re gonna keep going. Let’s try another one. I’m kind.”

“I’m kind,” Steve mimics without hesitation. This one is easier, comes out smoothly, because he agrees with it. He’s been told he’s kind by enough friends and acquaintances to believe it–evading the dooming cloud of his ‘King Steve’ era.

“Music to my ears,” Eddie says, taking Steve’s shaft in his hand and pumping him with a steady pace, “You are kind, aren’t you? Such a kind boy–always putting everyone else first and helping out whenever someone needs a hand.”

Steve snorts at the irony of Eddie quite literally being the one to ‘give him a hand’ as they speak. The laugh is short-lived and substituted by a groan of pleasure as Eddie speeds up.

“Almost there. I’m so proud of you. Just need to hear a couple more and then we’ll make you cum. Gonna milk every last drop out of you, sound good?” Eddie coos.

“Y-yeah, shit. Yeah, Eds. I wanna cum, wanna be good and cum for you,” Steve keens and reaches a hand up to tug at his own hair.

Noticing this, Eddie says, “Oh, baby, if you need more stimulation–I’ll let you have a little. Touch your nipples for me, while we talk. Gonna make you feel so good. Tug on ‘em and tease yourself, I wanna watch you.”

Obediently, Steve pinches his pert nipples between two fingers. He rolls the bud and sighs as they stiffen beneath his touch. He hasn’t spent a lot of time getting to know this part of his body in the past or using it to his advantage to get himself off. He always thought it was something that girls liked and that it wasn’t worth trying on himself as a guy.

Boy, was I wrong.

“God, you look fucking beautiful like that, Stevie. You have no idea–no idea the things I want to do to you,” Eddie observes him with rapt attention, slowing the movement of his fist on Steve’s length, “One last sentence for me and then I’m gonna suck you off. I’m loved–say it for me, baby.”

It goes against every fiber of his being–to believe himself worth loving. Vomiting up his breakfast, sobbing into the carpet, pushing away every last person who cared about him–it’s all because Steve isn’t loveable. He’s not worth the time and effort. He’s a burden–this is his undeniable truth–and no one should have to endure the weight of his agony on their shoulders. It’s just not worth it.

“I’m loved,” Eddie coaxes and tears have begun rolling their way down Steve’s ruddy cheeks without his permission, “I’m loved. I’m loved. I’m loved.”

It’s a simple sentence–short in length and uncomplicated in rhythm–but Steve feels like there’s a padlock on his heart and until he finds the right key to open it, those words aren’t going to come out. Forbidden.

“I–I’m–I can’t,” Steve sobs out, “Eddie, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but I–I can’t say that. I’m not–I’m not ready–”

A pair of warm arms are thrown around his shoulders and it takes a second for him to realize they aren’t his own–they’re Eddies’.

Eddie who is kissing his face and petting his hair.

Eddie who is stroking the scars on his waist and rubbing out a knot in his shoulder.

Eddie who traces his collarbones with his tongue and draws shapes across his chest.

Eddie who whispers devotional words in his red-tipped ears:

“I’m here, I’m here.”

“It’s okay, you’re safe.”

“I’m sorry, I know it hurts. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m going to make it better. Whatever you need, whenever you’re ready.”

Steve lifts his head from where it has fallen onto Eddie’s shoulder–-collapsed like the fall of a great empire; unable to hold it together for a moment more.

“Touch me, Eds,” Steve instructs, “Take it away and touch me. Make all the bad go away. Please.”

“Okay. Okay, I can do that. Are you sure that’s what you want right now? You don’t want to go back to bed and cuddle or watch a movie downstairs,” Eddie offers, refusing to risk overstepping the line and pushing Steve past his limits.

“Need it, Eds. Need you. ‘s the only thing that makes it better,” Steve cries, trembling all over.

“I’ll give it to you, baby. Of course. I’ll do whatever I can,” Eddie promises, cupping Steve’s face in his hands and licking up the salty tears that puddle between them. No one’s ever done that to him before,“You’re so pretty, even when you cry. You know that?”

Steve’s tears dampen Eddie’s cheeks and Eddie’s kisses leave saliva on the corners of Steve’s mouth. It’s impossible to tell what belongs to who anymore–which portions of the mess should be labeled with which name.

All they know is that they’re here together–in the mess, in the dirt, treading water in the thick of it. Clinging to aching bones and weary eyes and finding rare shreds of peace, shreds of home in each other.

On his knees, Eddie kitten licks at the sensitive head of Steve’s cock. He’s still hard in his jeans, but pays no attention to the blaring call of his own pleasure. He doesn’t care–he’s here to heal Steve. He’s here to make it better–to lick up the pain and the gore and the hurt and gift him with a blank canvas in the end.

Something they can create together.

Something raw and real and unrepentant.

Something whole.

Steve tosses his head back and returns to working at his nipples–touching and moaning and aching for more. Eddie gives and gives below him–never taking his lidded eyes off of Steve.

“Ah, fuck. Eddie, Eddie,” Steve whimpers the five letters as the boy on his bathroom floor sucks him deeper into his willing mouth, “Eddie, please. Need more. Need more. Don’t stop.”

He’s hardly making sense, but like all else, Eddie understands him without much explanation. Filling in the gaps and taking it in stride. Meeting him halfway. He’s unaffected by the fragmentation of Steve’s speech; only proving his dedication by taking him to the hilt and hollowing out his pinkened cheeks. Writing the stanzas of every famous love poem with the skilled tip of his tongue.

Ten seconds pass without a single gag and Eddie reclaims his ability to demolish Steve with words alone, as he pulls off of him. Keeping his hand in place to spread slick and spit over the head. Licking at a bead of pre and using a brutal thumb to prod at the slit.

“Taste so sweet, baby. My perfect boy, of course you do. Gonna make you cum down my throat. Gonna drink up every last drop,” Eddie jerks him at a punishing pace, “You ever had a boy suck you off before, Stevie?”

He shakes his head and twitches from head to toe, as Eddie sucks his balls into his warm mouth. It’s slippery and gentle and Eddie expertly laves his tongue over the smooth skin.

“I’m your first? Wow. Guess that kinda makes you a virgin then, Harrington. Never would have dreamed I’d be the first guy to let you cum down his throat. You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear,” Eddie moans and sucks Steve back into his mouth.

He bobs his head faster and faster, twisting and licking and drooling out of the corners of his plush lips. Steve moans uncontrollably above him, not caring about how loud he gets—almost entirely unaware of the noise, because he’s lost at sea in the electrifying feel of Eddie’s perfect mouth.

“Gonna cum soon,” Steve warns, because it’s the polite thing to do, “Gonna cum, Eds. Feels too good, can’t last any longer.”

The warning doesn’t deter him—Eddie fucks his wide open mouth onto Steve, pinning his hips harshly against the counter so he can’t move an inch. Steve grips onto Eddie’s shoulders—though he’s technically not supposed to—and holds on for dear life as his orgasm nears. Warmth spreads through his belly.

Within moments he’s shooting off into the back of Eddie’s throat and– of course –the bastard is fucking smiling through it. Well, as much as he can with a very full mouth. Dimples surface and the edges of white teeth shine through the cracks. His eyes roll back and a moan vibrates around Steve’s cock, as Eddie suckles on the tip—swallowing all of his cum.

Every. Last. Drop.

Just like he promised.

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sirensplayhouse · 1 year

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Hey so I have a dilemma. So I feel like I’m fucking myself over all the time. Bcs I’ll persist for a little while then go back to the old story and then I’ll complain and then repeat the cycle. I want to not do that but idk how. Bcs during school my attention is turned towards my classes (obviously) and when I’m home I’m rlly only focused on TikTok or YouTube. And I just feel like idk when to affirm/persist. And I also don’t like listening to aff tapes too much at night bcs it’s uncomfortable to wear my headphones to sleep. I also don’t know which method or plan I would use to manifest because I haven’t stuck with anything long enough to see results. And from any desires I have manifested, it’s from me affirming a few times and then forgetting about it but for desires that I really want it tends to be a little bit more difficult for me to forget about it, so Idk. Srry if this was a little long!😭Have a great day/night!

you need discipline babes , you can create a schedule or like a certain time out the day where you just rampage your affs ( while you’re scrolling on tiktok &youtube, in the bathroom or taking a bath/shower) .you can create pinterest vision boards and just affirm that way, for the aff tapes why not just listen to them out loud ? but i would say if it helps create a schedule @rosellesworkshop has a post about this you should check it out <3 it’s inspired by the lovely Bambi herself

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spritehouse · 22 days

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it's wip wednesday!

i actually wrote this a while ago bc writer's block is kicking my ass, but an excerpt from this concept

Luke is in the kitchen when Derek gets home, standing under the solitary lamp that hangs over the island, bathed in golden light in the otherwise dark house, wearing only an undershirt and a pair of boxers, his hair unkempt and stubble unshaven, sipping a cup of coffee in silence.

It’s strange how mundane the intimate scene has become since he moved in three months ago in a vain attempt to fill the gaps their partner’s absence left behind, the man Derek had only met a few times between their busy schedules now standing at his counter in the middle of the night, sharing the space where his life is imploding.

“Hey,” Derek sighs, dumping his bag by the door, the dull thump of its contents startling Roxy from her spot under the dining room table, her ears perking up as he regards her owner. “Can’t sleep?”

“Yeah,” Luke nods, his voice rough with unrest and exhaustion, tired eyes tracking the older man into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee, Roxy trailing behind him. “What happened there?”

The agent motions to Derek’s hand as he holds his mug, knuckles bruised with black and blue, the skin split open in some places.

“Lost my temper.” He shrugs, watching Luke set his cup down and cross the kitchen, lips pressed into a worried line as he finds the first-aid kit under the sink.

“Lemme see,” Derek sighs, knowing better than to argue after months of them dancing in vicious cycles and cleaning each other up, offering his hand to the brunette. “Any numbness?”

“No. It hurts to make a fist, though.”

“That will happen when you go around punching walls,” Luke shakes his head, rubbing gentle circles in Derek’s palm as he applies ointment to his split skin. “I doubt that’ll deter you from doing it again, but maybe wear a padded glove next time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” The older man chuckles dryly, leaning over to kiss his company’s head as their fingers intertwine.

It takes Luke a second to react, initially leaning on Derek’s shoulder before pulling himself back to reality, clearing his throat while withdrawing his hand.

They originally moved in together to pick up the slack in each other’s lives that Spencer had to leave behind when he went to prison, filling the empty space, the two of them turning to each other as support to navigate what they’re going through—the trauma of their partner being wrongfully imprisoned. Their intentions were never romantic, but there’s something inherently intimate about existing in each others’ space during one of the worst times in their lives that pulls them together, drawn to each other like gravity.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

They sat down and talked about the possibilities of their budding feelings for each other as soon as they realized they were there, agreeing that they should wait until both of them could sit down with Spencer—when their partner is home and safe, regardless of how far in the future that might be—and possibly longer, depending on how prison takes its toll on him.

“It’s okay. It helps; I just… I feel guilty about it.”

But they’re both physical people—they need touch—and barely being able to see their partner, never mind touch him– hold him is torture, which tends to blur the line between romantic and platonic on nights like these.

“Me too,” Derek sighs, gently squeezing Luke’s hovering hand. “It just feels wrong that we’re here, and Spence is… I don’t know. I feel like I shouldn’t get to be happy and keep living my life without him. You know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” The agent nods, running a thumb over the older man’s bruised knuckles. “But we’re doing everything we can to get him out of there, and Spence wouldn’t want us to put our lives on hold for him.”

“Easier said than done,” Derek shakes his head, resting his chin on his company’s hair with another sigh, but they both know he’s right; their partner wouldn’t want them to stop living because he isn’t there.

#shortmc #criminal minds #spencer reid #luke alvez #ralvez #derek morgan #moralvez #morgalvez #moreid #wip

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winged-bat · 2 years

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9, 12, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 22, 24, 28, 29, 30 (nearly sent in the whole damn list lol) for Birdflash? I've been writing a fic for them and I'd love to hear some of your thoughts on them!

9- Baths or showers together? Do they like elaborate ones with bubbles and flower petals?

When they’re in kinda of a rush or need to get ready fast they shower but if they have some time to spar they do baths with scented bubbles

12- Who gets up the earliest? Who has the worst sleep schedule? Who is the sleepiest?

Its Dick and he hates it bc over the years his body has built its own schedule and wakes up at a specific time everyday. They both have some iffy sleep schedules and it depends on the day to whose is a little worse. Wally!! They both yawn pretty frequently thoughout the day but Wally tends to tire himself out with either forgetting and not getting enough food for his metabolism or over working himself and testing his limits on his speed.

16- What’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? Do they cook/clean together? Do they like to go out shopping together?

They love when they just get to cuddle and enjoy a movie together. Sometimes, usually only the dishes, Wally does what he can if he can do it fast and Dick does the rest. Oh definitely, Wally always wants to look at everything and try new things that they have and Dick sticks to the list they made before they went so theres kinda a balance there.

17- What does a relaxing night in look like for them?

Movie night with there favorite snacks and maybe a bath after if they don’t fall asleep during the movie.

18- What does a date night out look like for them?

They go to there favorite food trucks and alternate whose they go to everytime. Mainly they walk around and talk.

19- How do they silently/subtly express their love for each other?

Holding hands under the table, notes of encouragement, leaving reminders to eat/drink water, setting each other’s favorite snacks by the coffee table, etc etc

20- What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?

Hoodies lots and lots of hoodies are stolen on both sides. They have a shared closet at this point, everything that belongs to one person also belongs to the other.

22- How do they apologize after arguments?

Wally likes to make a little gift as an apology, while Dick does that thing were they hug there partner from behind and says an ‘im sorry’ into Wally’s shoulder

24- What are their favorite places to kiss on their partner(s)? What are their favorite types of kisses?

Ohh Wally loves to kiss Dick’s nose and watching it scrunch up. Dick likes to kiss between Wally’s eyebrows so if he’s sad/mad the creases will smooth out. They love kisses where they just peak each other on the lips and nothing deeper cuz its very soft.

28- What’s something that reminds them of their partner(s)? Do they have anything on them daily as a reminder (a photo, phone background, tattoo, clothing/accessory, etc)?

Ohh they both have a picture of them together as their lock screens, and Dick always wears the things Wally makes him or maybe they’re just wearing each others clothes that day.

29- What is something they can never agree on? How do they meet in the middle?

How they cuddle!! Wally prefers head to chest while Dick prefers spooning. They usually switch it every other time so they both get what they want.

30- Free space! Say something about this ship that you want to say!

Ohhs they have matching bracelets that where made from old metal pieces they’ve found around and some of the pieces even come from the battle wreckage of fights they’ve fought together.

#also a fic you say 👀👀#cant wait for that #your writing is always so goid #birdflash #wally west #dick grayson #richard grayson #flash #kid flash/flash #nightwing #dc #ask game #relationship hcs asks #asks :]

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planetdream · 2 years

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— SKZ AS ACTS OF SERVICE <3

this post contains: fluff. just the boys doing things for you.

💌 not much to say but thank you for supporting this series <3 read: physical touch | words of affirmation | quality time

CHAN … keeps a period tracker on his phone (if you get those, ofc) just so he knows and can get you the necessary things for that time of the month. when he gets home before you, he always tries to do something special for you—whether it's your favorite food, a nice bubble bath, or something he saw on the way home that he thought you'd like. classic boyfriend who opens and closes doors for you, and pushes your seat in at a restaurant—it’s the simple things. don’t like speaking on the phone to make an important call? he’ll do it for you!

MINHO ... will cook you dinner every time you ask (and even when you don't). you want him to run you a bath? he's on it. any type of massage? he's got you. i think minho really likes to show that he loves you by doing things for you—gets on you for forgetting to do things for yourself, but likes that he can be the one to help you with them. will pack you lunch the night before something important if you tend to forget. whenever he promises that he'll do something, he sticks to his word. likes to schedule your doctors appointments.

CHANGBIN ... loves planning date night. even if what he had planned doesn't work out—just wants to spend time with and do something for you. doesn’t want to intruded or anything, so he’ll ask you if you need help with any specific thing. loves when you call him over to do things that involve heavy lifting (and not just bc he wants to show off, kinda). is terrified of the spider in the corner of the room but he’d gladly get rid of it for you, all for the price of one (1) kiss on the lips. buys you refills on things when he notices you’re running low. always plugs in your phone when you forget.

HYUNJIN ... likes to help you wash you hair. let him pick your next hair style or your outfits for the next few days. matter a fact, let him rearrange your room for you, you know you’ve been meaning to do that. is sometimes forgetful, so he writes down little reminders that help the both of you. carries your bags/phone/purse for you. plans dates and things for you to do at home—surprises you with cute little set ups in the living area. starts the shower for you/runs you a cute little bubble bath.

JISUNG ... would literally do anything you ask him, he doesn’t care if it’s 3 in the morning, he’ll do it. now, he might mess something up a bit on the way but it doesn’t matter because he always adds a little extra. always takes out the trash for you. covers you with a blanket when you fall asleep on the couch. always offers you his last bite of food. likes to learn about all of your hobbies and do them with you. gives you his jacket when you’re cold, and holds you close for extra effort.

FELIX ... likes to help you with your night routine. dinner? taken care of. pajamas? all laid out on your bed when you're out of the shower. even tucks you in with a kiss. he cooks AND he cleans. helps you do wash clothes and fold laundry. likes making you breakfast in bed just so you don't have to worry about it. takes care of you when you’re sick—he’s so sweet, never leaving your side for longer than he needs to. if you hate a specific chore, he’ll learn to love it so that you don’t have to do it. always saves you a seat next to him.

SEUNGMIN ... will make an entire to-do list for you, and complete some of the tasks to lessen how much you have to do. when you're busy at work or studying, he'll send over coffee and a snack for you. half the time you don’t need to ask him to do something, he’ll just see that you need help and take care of it for you. randomly finds himself cleaning up around your apartment. if you ask nicely, he’ll help you do your homework. is on time to all important events.

JEONGIN ... will wash dishes for you—he offers to do them, even. plans a weekend for you to visit another place and go sightseeing, although a lot of it is spontaneous. accompanies you while running errands. will clear the snow off of your car. stops by the store before getting to your place in case you need something. always grabs your jacket and bag for you before you leave—helps you put your jacket on too. always orders/buys you something when he gets something for himself.

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thefallenbibliophilequote · 3 years

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The Asgardian Way

Loki x Reader

Summary: you get your period on the most unfortunate time- on date night with Loki. Embarrassed as you are of the topic from past experiences with boyfriends, Loki shows you that unlike mortal men- Asgardians view this time of the month for women in a much better way.

Word count: 1,849

Warnings: period talk, fluff, shade on Christianity, some shade on human men, Loki being the ideal boyfriend we all deserve.

A/N: this was requested by @the-departed-potato and while I do not take requests I just really had to do this one because this was like just perfect for me specifically to do. Sorry it took so long! Sorry if this sucks!😅 I also truly had to hold myself back from giving even more shade on Christians of old times because damn I could write a whole essay about those people and how they spread misinformation that changed real history to fake mainly bc of witchcraft. This is not beta read so all mistakes are by yours truly!

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

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It's been going on for months now, the shameless flirting, the gentleman behaviour, and the devious looks he sent your way that completely contradicted his actions and left you a blushing mess even when he only opened the door for you- then he would wink at you.

It wasn't until one night that you gathered up courage to ask him out.

You were staying late at the Avengers Tower, you wanted to finish working on the new gadget you had built with Tony at the lab so he sent you to bring the two of you some coffee- he knew it was useless to tell you to go home and sleep- last time he tried to do it you called him a hypocrite and conditioned one of his suits to blast him if he gets close to you. You found it hilarious. He made sure to update the security of his code.

You went to the kitchen when you happened to overhear a conversation of two gods.

"Why have you not taken her on a date yet, brother?"

"I wish to court her properly, she deserves to be treated like a lady." You heard Loki respond to his brother. You leaned on the wall, trying not to get hopeful and to get the butterflies to calm down.

"Y/N is a fine lady, however, I heard from Stark that midgardian women might mistake courting like ours as mere jest." You smiled a bit at the scoff they both let out.

"Mortals continue to baffle me." Came Loki's comment, before Thor continued- not letting the subject go.

"Ask her on a date, I'm sure she will appreciate it." He encouraged his brother who wasn't as sure.

"I think, brother, that she is different- she will appreciate the old delicate arts of courting." He was not wrong- you were always old fashioned. But now at his admission, you stepped out of the shadows and into their view.

"While I do appreciate the courting, I'd love it if you would ask me out." Loki turned around at the sound of your voice.

"How long have you been standing there, darling?" he fidgeted with his hair.

"Long enough," you stepped down the stairs to stand in front of him. "What do you say about this Friday night at six? There is an art exhibit at the museum, I think you'll like calling out all the inaccuracies."

"Yeah, I'd like that." He gave you a small shy smile, and you completely forgot about Thor who stood on the side, watching it all unfold.

"This is great," he said. "You two are finally going on that date, see brother I told you-"

Thor stopped when he looked at Loki who sent him daggers at ruining the moment. You only chuckled.

"I have to go get Tony and I some drinks, so I guess I will see you then." You were about to turn around to head towards the kitchen when Loki took your hand in his, making you turn around, then he kissed the back of your hand lightly, bowing with a small smile at the blush on your cheeks.

"I look forward to it."

It took you a couple of second to function after he did that, mumbling a quiet goodbye you turned around and refused to look back at the smirking god.

•

You have gone with the god for a couple of dates now and then, sometimes you didn't see him for a whole week because of meetings in Asgard and while you were sad that you didn't get to see him-you were glad he was gone on that exact week every time.

You have been seeing him for about 2-3 months now and it was great- up until your period decided to come early. Right on your scheduled date.

You were nervously pacing your apartment thinking how to tell Loki that you can't go out with him tonight. You didn't want him to see you like this- he is a god, and you- you are a mortal woman who was having trouble getting out of bed because your body decided to punish you for not being pregnant this month.

Your body was so sexist.

Suddenly, a knock on the door.

Groaning, you got out of bed and headed for the door, checking who was there you were puzzled when you saw Loki there, dressed to the nines. Surely you didn't waste so much time, he must be early.

"Dear, are you okay there?" he called you.

"Yes, I'm fine- just a moment!" you tried to make yourself look presentable in a rush just so you could open the door to the dashing prince who was awaiting you.

You opened the door with a smile, which he returned.

You were used to acting like you were okay while your cramps were killing you from the inside but it seems like the god of lies could not be so easily fooled.

"Hi Loki, I was not expecting you this early." You laughed courtly, "And I was actually meaning to call- I'm not feeling so well today, I'm afraid I have to postpone our date tonight."

Loki walked into your apartment, kissing you on the cheek before pulling back to study you.

"I wanted to see you sooner, so here I am. But now that I am here- well tell me what is wrong, dearest?" he frowned when he saw you slightly clench your fists.

"Oh, I'm just not feeling well, I won't be good company and I won't be able to enjoy a lovely night with you I'm afraid."

"I'm a healer my love; you always seem to forget my magic," he smirked slightly causing you to laugh- which was not good right now for you.

"I remember your magic powers very well when you prank me." You countered. "But no, this is not something you need to worry about."

He reached out and took your hand with a small laugh. The door locked itself with a wave of his hand as he took you to the couch.

"I'm afraid you will have to do better than that to fool the god of lies." He took both of your hands in his and you were sure he could see your embarrassment with the way he was gazing into your eyes, "Now tell me, what is wrong?"

"You really don't need to- it's kind of embarrassing-" you started to mumble, lowering your head.

"I'm still here, aren't I? What kind of man will I be if I am not taking care of those I care about?"

You pulled your hands away from him, embarrassed as you mumbled something he couldn't quite put together.

"What was that?"

"I'm on my period." You closed your eyes- not wanting to see his disgusted look. "See, so you don't need to be here, I can take care of it myself and we can reschedule our date to a week from now."

It was not a problem to you- you knew the drill- but having to explain it to a clueless god felt humiliating to say the least.

"Is that all? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" You opened your eyes to a puzzled god.

"Because it would make you uncomfortable," you replied, suspicious of his reaction.

"Why on Odin's beard would it make me uncomfortable?" He frowned at you and looked you over. He started peppering kisses on your hands.

"Because it is my period?" You knew he is a god, but maybe asgardians women didn't get that. "Here on earth, men tend to be disgusted by it, they don't like to get involved in it or talk about it."

He huffed out in surprised anger- that you did not expect. The god in front of you did not know how human males could be so awful.

"Well that is preposterous! Women are to be worshipped at those times!" you stared at him-he had always treated you differently, unlike anything you have seen on earth before. You knew Asgardian ways of manners were much old fashioned and yet so different all the same.

"Then tell me, how do asgardians see it?" you leaned on the back of the couch, facing Loki and pulling a blanket over you. You liked how safe he made you feel, but this still felt weird to you- you were not sure how to react- to what extent it goes. So, curiosity got the better of you, "because if I'm being honest, this is kind of embarrassing."

Loki sent you a smile with a twinkle in his eye.

"Darling there is nothing to be embarrassed of! You are naturally as powerful as a thunder storm, a tornado- lightning cowards before you and your power!" he was going to make sure you understand it, he had never been so baffled by humans before. "You hold the ability of life- eternal life- in every drop of blood that falls from you- from the most powerful being in all the realms. For a couple of days each month- you are being shown your true power even through your suffering- and in that time you, my dear, are more powerful than a god. You should be nothing but worshipped. That is what the gods of Asgard know it to be true."

"Do they really all think that?" you felt a sharp pain suddenly and Loki came closer to you, put his usually cold hand on your stomach and you felt comforting warmness ease your ache.

"They know it. The people of midgard knew it too at some point, but then some people who thought themselves gods- I think they called themselves Christians- decided that the bleeding was a show of witchcraft and called it a sin and spread many lies about it, which now I see are still believed to this day. You see, they were quite stupid." You laughed at the disgusted look he gave you, which in turn made him smile. "You know, I probably shouldn't tell you this but…"

"You never obey such rules." You laughed and put your hand over his one that was comforting you on your stomach.

"In one of Thor's travels he bathed in a river filled with the menstrual blood of the powerful Giantesses. That was to give him enlightenment and eternal life."

"Ew, did he actually do it?" you scrunched your nose and Loki kissed it.

"That is not disgusting- that was powerful and very well respected. When he came back, he was the smartest I have ever seen him."

"I hope he took a good bath after it…" you chuckled and smiled at him, "Thank you for this, the Asgardian way of thinking is way better than that of earth."

"Now, dear, while I do have a preferred way to help take away the pain-" you blushed under his gaze. "Tell me, what is it that you desire? Tell me, so I can worship you as I should."

You kissed him then and you knew right then when he kissed you back that the Asgardian men are way better.

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keijifairy · 3 years

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big little things 〃

♡ kageyama, nishinoya, oikawa, iwaizumi, bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, osamu, suna do that show how in love they are with you.

genre. fluff fluff fluff

warning. kinda spoiler for timeskip! bokuto

author’s note. hi,, im so sorry for promising to write but not writing :// i hope this disgustingly fluffy thing will make up for it as a late thank you for 400+ followers!!! aaaaa what 💗💗💗!!!!!

+ writing this was super fun but also kinda upsetting bc sum of these are inspired by real life love stories wow </3

༘ kageyama frozen by your door with a painfully awkward smile and an assortment of wildflowers in his grasp is truly a sight to behold. before he picks you up for a date, he plucks flowers from the park near his house and shoves them into your hands with an incoherent compliment he exclaims (along the lines of “your face looks pretty”, you realize when he mumbles it the next minute and looking at anywhere but your face). you accept them with a giggle and return the sentiment with your lips brushing his cheek which blossoms into a deeper shade of red. hinata doesn’t believe that the rigid boy with a volleyball for a brain could be a sappy romantic like how you describe him to be.

༘ nishinoya is well aware of your sweet tooth, which is especially fond of chocolates. packs upon packs of the tiny chocolate kisses you secretly pop in your mouth during classes are stashed in his fridge, backpack, and even in the pockets of his uniform as a result. “it’s for emergencies,” he assures you with a proud grin whenever you find yet another family bag of hershey’s somewhere near him. you didn’t guess that not getting a particularly good mark on a test or homework piling up as the days pass were the so-called emergencies he proclaims: when your shoulders sag and your feet shuffle on the ground without a thought, the taste of chocolate lingering in your lips come as a surprise. his favorite laughter finally reaches his ears and nishinoya can’t help but gift you with another of his own chocolate kiss.

༘ oikawa is stubborn, incredibly so, but he’s only doing his best — even tries to push himself past his limit. it’s no surprise to enter the gymnasium to the thud of the ball as it hits the ground and you observe how strands of his hair stick to his forehead while his heavy breaths fill the room. you offer to help, to wait for him until he’s had enough—for too many to count—but he only flashes you a grin and lightly urges you out to the door every single time. oikawa couldn’t bring himself to focus if he watches you jolting awake every now and then instead of resting after bearing the weight of school — though he worries either way. with his phone leaning against his bag, he initiates a video call that gives you the perfect view of the boy jumping in the court through your screen as you make your way home.

༘ iwaizumi has never gotten used to the ridiculous amount of nail polish you have collected ever since the both of you settled into your own home. he looks back and forth between your face and the small bottle of polish in your hand with his lips pressed together. “do you really need six bottles of blue?” you scoff and correct him for the nth time about the exact name of each color and end it off with a “none of your business, haji.”, causing him to narrow his eyes at you in concern with an exasperated sigh. quite ironic of him, acting so bothered and all, when you catch him watching a “how to build a nail polish shelf” video the next day.

༘ bokuto still calls one of his teammates every wednesday morning to inform them that he would have to miss practice, and atsumu still snickers on the other end of the line with an, “again? are ya sure yer not just slacking off?” wednesdays are scheduled for your doctor’s appointments, after all, so bokuto always makes sure to make it up to the other guys by doing extra drills or staying another hour the next day because he doesn’t intend on missing a single meeting. hospitals and clinics aren’t places you enjoy and you don’t feel comfortable talking with the doctor on your own, but you don’t worry too much — especially with bokuto seated beside you, listening intently to their words with his thumb rubbing circles on the top of your hand. his presence alone is enough to ease your anxieties. (his teammates don’t have it in them to be mad, only thinking about how whipped bokuto is for you).

༘ akaashi knows the moment you open the door with your eyes trained on your shoes that the day hasn’t been the kindest to you. he approaches you in quiet steps, taking your bag from your hands and placing it on the couch. you think the way his hand holds yours so delicately is enough to make you cry as he guides you to the bubble bath he had prepared at the right time, as if his sixth sense had told him of what you were feeling. the scent of lavender oil lingers in the air, and the flickering candles cast a soft glow throughout the room; it’s a comforting silence, save the occasional sniffles that tone down as akaashi gently scrapes through your scalp with shampoo. when the suds of soap are rinsed off of your body and he caresses your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs in the comfort of your bed, sleep crawls into your eyes as a “thank you, keiji.” falls from your lips. he only kisses your forehead in response.

༘ atsumu takes tentative sips on the cold can of cherry cola you offer to him every day. it’s the only drink you purchase at the vending machine during lunch period and what you grab when you two stop at the convenience store for movie night snacks. he doesn’t bother to buy himself one, as you immediately nudge the can on his cheek as soon as you open it. its taste is something he could never get used to, but he swallows it nonetheless, only to convince you afterward that he couldn’t finish it on his own — and of course, he teases you, just like in every opportunity he grabs when you’re simply minding your own business and completely unaware of the trick up his sleeve — and always, you’re left stumbling over your words as you stare at him in shock? embarrassment? offense? perhaps a bit of all of them? but he does know that “that was an indirect kiss just now.” of his and your adorable reaction make cherry cola worth it.

༘ osamu comes home in your arms with drooping eyes and a worn smile. his words are almost incoherent when he mumbles them on your shirt, eventually turning into snores when you tell him to at least wash his face. owning quite a famous shop with the best onigiris in town (your words and his) can be hectic; with the day spent molding countless onigiris and tending to every customer, that ends with his arm limp on top of your waist. with your own work to deal with that occupies almost the rest of your days, there would be no room to breathe with just the both of you — but with osamu, it’s not like that at all. the soft sizzling from the kitchen wakes you up to an empty space beside you and your stomach’s quick to grumble in anticipation. the shop opens early, but osamu doesn’t leave until the both of you start the day eating at the dinner table and talking about the events of yesterday. it’s no doubt he’s still exhausted, so the small gesture of waking up early in the morning to cook your favorite breakfast and the gentle hum that greets you when you wrap your arms around him is enough to make you full.

༘ suna must be obsessed with you! might be the first thing someone would think when they get their hands on the boy’s phone. his gallery is a gold mine: full of images and videos he takes of you in unknowing times that he has definitely used for blackmail at least twice a week. nibbling on your pen with your eyebrows scrunched when you attempt to start homework, cheek squishing on your pillow as a line of drool slides down the side of your mouth, clutching your stomach and throwing your head back because you’re wheezing too much over something he said, and plenty more embarrassing moments you don’t like looking back on are what fill his storage space. he refuses to delete even a single one, despite how blurry they come out or how you complain about how ridiculous you think you look. suna is obsessed with you — you would know if only you notice how he stops after he snaps a photo, with a small adoring smile that disappears as soon as it comes before he teases you to no end.

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shoutogepi · 4 years

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not a thirsty question sorry babe but how do u think best boi shouto would be in love?

fjsjxhsaahaaaaa no worries bb i don’t just take nsfw only thirsts~ sometimes more like all the time i think abt how sweet bf lovebug shouto would be and of course i can elaborate ;)

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shouto in love ❤️ (mini hc’s)

love ?? let’s get this straight... shouto got no damn cLUE what that is. of course he feels love for his mother and his siblings and friends, but since he never rly got to experience a romantic love between his parents, poor baby boy is helpless when it comes to romancing.

honestly he probably has 0 interest in love, being in love, rly anything to do with the dreaded 4 letter word— he just does not want any part of it. so when he finallyyyy finds that special someone (~≖‿≖)~ he’ll go through a few emotions.

right off the bat is CONFUSION. how come his heartbeat quickens when he sees you? why does that nice thing catch his eye in the store window he passes on patrol, and why does he wonder if you would smile if he gave it to you? how come he finds himself thinking about you when he’s falling asleep at night, and why is it that when he wakes up the next morning with a spare pillow in his arms, he wishes it was you?

after consulting his friends cough cough midoriya, he comes to learn the horrifying news. he has feelings ?? romantic, non-platonic feelings ????? next emotion to the stage, please— DENIAL, THATS YOUR CUE.

baby boy tries to fight it. ohhhh he tries soooo hard. first of all, he’s freaking out internally bc he’s never felt this way before (i know can u say cheeeeeeese). and he doesn’t wanna chance freaking you out either, so for awhile, he’s content to keep those lovey dovey thoughts to himself and just enjoy your friendship. he tells himself he’s fine with just being friends, and he really almost convinces himself!!

but at some point, inevitably, he reaches his limit. ACCEPTANCE, and then realization. he’s gotta make his move, he has to know if you feel the same because goddamn it you’ve got him wrapped around your finger and he wouldn’t have it any other way. & yeah he might face heinous villains every day for his job but shit if this isn’t the scariest thing he’s ever done...

obviously you feel the same way. so you start dating!!! shouto is so over the moon. it’s a little strange to see this usually calm and collected man so outrightly chipper, but you’re not gonna complain. this baby boy is sO saccharine sweet to you. pls don’t take him for granted.

just a few months in and he knows he’s in love. love love, okay? not some kindergarten fantasy kinda love. and boy does he prove it to you. in general, he’s not naturally the best with words, so he tends to show his love through lots of little actions...

even tho he has a demanding career he makes time for you. you make time for the ones you care about, after all! you two have at least one date night a week, no matter what, when no work talk is allowed. you guys don’t even have to go somewhere super nice, or even somewhere at all. all he wants is to spend a few uninterrupted hours with his favorite person. take that how you wanna hkdkdhsbsaAAA

if he has to go to work before you, he leaves a fresh pot of coffee/tea brewed for you to start the day on the right note. then he’ll leave little sticky notes for you on the bathroom mirror or on your keys. even if it’s a reminder about a doctor appointment or replenishing your dish soap or something else mundane, he always signs it with “i love you” at the bottom. sometimes he’ll leave a little heart or a really shitty, tiny drawing of your fav animal or somethin too. he hopes it makes you smile.

baby is so observant. he will take mental notes like there’s a tiny little deku in his head, furiously scribbling down everything that he can about you so he can make you happy, or make your life just a tiny bit easier. example: if you say you have bad cramps the few mornings before your period he will make sure to adjust his schedule every month, opting to stay in bed tangled up with you, easing your pain away with the gentle caress from his palm on his hot side.

he’s also very in tune to your mood. you don’t even have to speak for him to know that something is wrong, and he won’t pressure you to talk if you don’t want to. sweetheart will offer to draw you a bath or give you a massage, and if you accept, you best bet he sets up the room with candles and quiet, soothing music. anything to help his baby relax. he’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want, but when you’re ready to talk about it, he’ll wrap his strong arms around you and hold you close. very great listener right here. rating 12/10. he wants you to know that you can tell him anything, and be fearless of judgement bc you’re not gonna get any from him.

lastly if you have a hobby that he can partake in, he’ll dive in head first (with your blessing of course). like if you love to paint, surprise!!! baby bought you a new set of paints and brushes and canvases, and two easels, and he wants to convert the spare room into a studio for you! oh what’s that— you like video games?? he does his research and finds a two player game right up your alley, so you can sit in his lap and play all night together! this man does not concern himself with price tags, he’ll buy you the whole console and extra controllers in you fav custom colors too. oh wait wait wait you like photography?? surprise baby here’s the latest camera and five new lenses! did you want these other ten as well, he wasn’t sure which you’d like best? he got himself a matching camera too, and wants to plan a little photo shoot with you for this weekend. he can buy a laptop and editing software if you need that, too. anything for you, he’s game.

bf shouto just wants to make his love happy, and feel supported and secure with him more than anything. because if he’s really in love with you, then you treat him right too... and he’s just trying his best to treat you with the affections you deserve as best he can with his demanding hero work. sho will move the fuckin moon and all the stars for you. please cherish this soft boi :’)

#hahah no i dont imagine this on the daily and lol of course i dont want this so bad it hurts #idk what u mean pfffft #thirst #yes its thirst can u not see how thirsty i am for shoutos LOVE ugH #thirst shouto

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isobel-thorm · 4 years

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Gatthew for the ship meme? 👀💕

General:

How long will they last? - 4 Lyfe

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Slowly, but all at once, just kinda ‘oh he’s kinda cute - shutthefuckupNicIdon’tneedawingwoman- what do you mean he’s interested? Oh no, there goes my heart.’

How was their first kiss? - Grant counts the undercover distraction fiasco as their first kiss, because it was fleeting and quick but made both of them go ‘Huh...’ once they got home.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Iirc Grant does first, but Matt was planning on it. It was very very oversimplified and “hey do you wanna get married? We should.”

Who is the best man/men/maid of honor/bridesmaids? - Nic’s Grant’s best woman, Jacob’s his best man. Nick and Sharky are Matt’s best men.

Who did the most planning? - Neither planned shit bc they’re not planners with the big events like this. John and Nic took the reigns for them and threatened them on pain of death not to interfere bc they were determined to make it as special as possible for them.

Who stressed the most? - Matt. He was anxious about it all. Grant was a little bit of anxious but had the fallback “I’ve had a building fall on top of me, I can handle this” to consider.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. Call it 7.5 because they wanted small and quiet but considering their two self appointed wedding planners it was small-ish and quiet but also the decor was top notch. They caved and had it at John’s house so the whole place was decorated to the nines.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Hurk Sr. Also, Cajun and Sundance and any of their other horse friends.

Sex:

Who is on top? - Matt, more often than not.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Also Matt.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - A couple of rounds, they keep it at one once their family starts growing.

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

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

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Zero

How many children will they adopt? - Four

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - All of their kids were beyond the potty training stage at adoption time and they were never so grateful for that in their lives.

Who is the stricter parent? - It’s Grant, but by a hair, just because he’s harder to break. Both of them are pretty laid back, spoiling-friendly dads.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Grant. He’s caught Ezra midair straight off the jungle gym on more than one occasion.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Both

Who is the more loved parent? - Also both, no contest.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Matt, for the sole reason of free baked goods.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Both again.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Both, but it also depends on just what the trouble is. As cops themselves, they want their kids to learn that actions have consequences and the consequences need to be carried out. Except if they know the cop who caught the kids doing something ‘Wrong’ was having a bad day/week/etc and they even feel the issue was blown out of proportion professionally, then they’d try to run interference.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Either. They tend to alternate or just work together on a meal.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Matt, though its not as much picky as much as ‘this could be way way sweeter.’

Who does the grocery shopping? - Both

How often do they bake desserts? - At least a couple of times a week. Matt can’t be stopped, and Grant knows better than to keep his man from baked goods.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Neither are big on salads, so they lean more towards the meat end. Grant occasionally tries to give vegetarian stuff a try just to see how/why Jacob would choose to suffer like that.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - That would be another one of those cases where they just happen to do it at the same time so they end up having to rearrange schedules so both work out.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Neither. They’re both homebodies and are content staying home, unless Nic, John, Sharky or Mary May twist their arm to swing by the Spread Eagle.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Matt, probably, but it would take one Hell of a distraction for it to get that dire.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Both

Who is really against chores? - Both

Who cleans up after the pets? - Both, unless they’re on vacation and visiting Grant’s uncles. If there are horses involved, Grant’s on his own.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Matt, though he’s usually good about resisting the urge.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Neither. A lot of their friends show up unannounced so they’re ready for anything anytime after a while.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Matt

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Matt

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Both

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - A couple of weeks before for Non-Christmas holidays, Christmas stuff will be up the week after Thanksgiving.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Not scare the other person away, get married, have kids, raise happy family.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Matt

Who plays the most pranks? - Matt

#Gatthew #Deputy Grant #Deputy Matthew #risenlucifer

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isolctions · 3 years

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@thvndcrstrvck asked: ultimate relationship tag for mars & teyani :~)

relationship tag*

*only accepting for established ships. (domo gets a pass bc i luv them <3)

disagreements.

who is more likely to raise their voice? — i feel like they do an equal amount of voice raising. the only real difference is that i feel like mars is more loud in tone & the type to go “i’m not yelling!!!!!” whereas teyani’s yelling takes on more of a stern tone. who threatens to leave but never actually does? — mars, prbly. who actually keeps their word and leaves? — teyani. she absolutely served him papers while he was at work. who trashes the house? — nobody, tf? they’re too old for that shit. do either of them get physical? — i...would think not. because teyani is extremely passive & if mars would’ve tried it, she would have left earlier. so no. how often do they argue / disagree? — it prbly wasn’t often in the beginning of their relationship, but one of those “when it happens it’s messy” type of arguments. now, best believe it’s an argument every two hours as their relationship is incredible strained. who is the first to apologize? — teyani.

sex.

it’s me having no idea what their sex life is like bc we haven’t plotted out this far, #help. they did the do until they no longer liked each other, now they don’t.

family.

we also didn’t plot out this far. but i mean, teyani having her daughter is canon so she and ines were/are a package deal (like was she pregnant before this relationship??? after??? was ines already born??? chile, idk.) and i’m sure mars was cool with helping her while they were together. mmcht.

affection.

who likes to cuddle? — teyani is a big cuddler. who is the little spoon? — truthfully, mars! as much as she likes being held, she also likes to do the holding. you never know when ur partner needs that kinda comfort. who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? — while doing this, i kind of have this idea in my head that neither would like to inconvenience the other when they’re doing smthn important. but if they’re watching a movie on the couch or some shit, teyani might be the one to start sneaky touching. who struggles to keep their hands to themselves? — boffum. depends on the mood. how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? — if they’re not already asleep, maaaaaaybe an hour? hour and a half max? who gives the most kisses? — teyani. what is their favorite non-sexual activity? — teyani likes hand holding. mars might like doing smthn hands on like helping cook or some shit. where is their favorite place to cuddle? — the practical places, such as the couch while unwinding or in bed before going to sleep. who is more likely to playfully grope the other? — maybe mars. how often do they get time to themselves? — not mf often!! which is why teyani tries making the most out of it whenever they’re around each other.

sleeping.

who snores? — mars. do they share a bed or sleep separately? — they once shared a bed, but now they sleep separately. either in different rooms or one is in a different location all together. if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? — used to cozy up until one steals a blanket or gets hot. who talks in their sleep? — prbly teyani. what do they wear to bed? — um...pajamas? are either of your muses insomniacs? — it would more than likely be teyani. it can be hard to sleep sometimes when spirits keep bugging you at all hours. can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? — nope. do they wrap their limbs around each other or stay side by side? — it prbly was a slow transition from being wrapped around each other to laying back to back. real divorcee shit. who wakes up with bed hair? — um, mars keeps his hair short & teyani got a bonnet or a scarf on. who wakes up first? — teyani’s always been an early bird. plus she was prbly already up anyway. who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? — NO ONE!! get ur ass up to eat! like, they’ll make a PLATE for the other but you better get tf up if you wanna eat it. what is their favorite sleeping position? — teyani tends to lay on her side curled up, while i feel like mars is more of a ‘lay on the stomach sprawled out like a starfish’ kinda guy. who hogs the sheets? — mars. so selfish. do they set an alarm each night? — ya, they got jobs. can a television be found in their room? — i wanna say, like...tv’s in bedrooms are so common now...but also...i feel like no??? idk i’m making shit up who has nightmares? — mars? i mean he for the streets, so i’m sure he has nightmares? who has ridiculous dreams? — teyani has visions that mars would prbly write off as ridiculous dreams, ergnerjk. who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? — i said mars so it’s the law now what time is bed time? — uh? idk? 11pm maybe? any routines / rituals before bed? — bathing & brushing teeth. teyani does skin care and moisturizes and twists her hair. mars does...whatever he does...idk him like that who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? — depends on how much sleep they got

work.

who is the busiest? — they both have busy work schedules, considering they both have full time careers. but whereas teyani has more of a schedule, mars has the most unpredictable hours & his lil’ hannah montana ass double life. who rakes in the highest income? — hannah marstana. are any of your muses unemployed? — nope. who takes the most sick days? — maybe teyani? i mean she has a one year old? who is more likely to turn up late to work? — i feel like neither, but again, it would likelier be teyani. who sucks up to their boss? — eye roll. i think teyani did at first. what are their jobs? — computer analyst / medium. surgeon / liar. do their muses enjoy or despise their careers? — nah, i think they both enjoy it. are your muses financially stable? — with or without mars, she good!!

home.

who does the washing? — teyani. who takes out the trash? — boffum. who does the ironing? — teyani bc she already does laundry bc she likes it. who does the cooking? — boffum. who is more likely to burn down the house just trying? — HMMMMMMMidk. who is messier? — teyani is honestly more prone to being messy, but at least she cleans up! who leaves the toilet roll empty? — i feel like men always do this. so i’m choosing mars. who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? — teyani. but again, she goes back for it later. who forgets to flush the toilet? — ew, no one. who is the prankster around the house? — the spirits that follow teyani around. i’m not joking. who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? — teyani. who mows the lawn? — they pay somebody to do it, idk. who answers the phone? — whoever is near the damn phone? duh? who does the vacuuming? — they do their fair share. who does the groceries? — both? they’ll go together if it’s smthn specifically they want but it’s mostly just whoever calls the other and goes “hey what do u want” who takes longest to shower? — teyani if she’s washing her hair, but mostly mars. who spends the most time in the bathroom? — teyani! she has big hair! and glowing skin!

misc.

is money a problem? — no. teyani gets paid fairly well, mars is a surgeon, and also has...extracurricular activities. how many cars do they own? — teyani has to take a train to her job, so i guess one overall? maybe two if she has to go out somewhere? do they own their home or do they rent? — owned, but teyani now rents an apartment. do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? — closer to a coast. do they live in the city or in the country? — city, babey. do they enjoy their surroundings? — i mean, it’s what they’re used to. what’s their song? — ..........we’ll come back to this. what do they do when they’re away from each other? — teyani just works, really. she has a few hobbies that she tends to. has ines to care for. mars i feel like is the errand runner, and would spend his day like, doing Something. where did they first meet? — this is literally killing me i’m never doing this for a brand new ship again how did they first meet? — UHHHH whatever let’s go with they were set up. who spends the most money when they’re out shopping? — neither? at least, not intentionally? if so, it’d be on practical things like groceries. who’s more likely to flash their assets? — neither. who finds it amusing when the other trips over? — teyani. like mars is so serious...when he does smthn dumb, you just have to laugh! any mental issues? — i mean, teyani had a bout of postpartum once. who’s terrified of bugs? — not terrified, but teyani’s not exactly fond of them. who kills the spiders around the house? — mars, while teyani fearfully leads them outside. their favorite place? — the crib! who pays the bills? — boffum. do they have any fears for their future? — they are literally in the middle of getting divorced. maybe if one of them died or smthn? who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? — mars, when he feel like bein sweet. who uses up all the hot water? — mars. which is fine. who’s the tallest? — prbly mars. but teyani isn’t exactly short, either. she 5′7. who’s more likely to just randomly hop in the shower with the other? — teyani. who wanders around in their underwear? — neither. who sings the loudest when singing along with the radio? — teyani, but mostly to be annoying. what do they tease each other about? — teyani sneak-helps gianna make fun of mars abt literally anything. who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense sometimes? — i mean...they both dress kinda basic i think? do they have mutual friends? — shit, prbly. who crushed first? — teyani. any alcohol or substance related problems? — i don’t...think so? who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? — uh, maybe mars? who swears the most? — boffum.

#ship — teyani x mars #thvndcrstrvck #i actually hate this and you #like i HATE guessing i feel like i'm getting shit wrong krgnrkgtrjn #long post tw

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chimswae · 4 years

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BTS Caretaker CH4

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 2,833

- Author Note: I almost forgotten to update bcs too caught up with work :<

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Chapter 4

One month passed so fast, just like the blink of an eye.

Seul was getting used leaving early in the morning as early as six in the morning to Bangtan’s dorm to do the cleaning unless Manager Sejin notified her mother in advance of the changes in their schedule (which rarely happened). No one knew the fact that Seul filled in her mother’s position temporarily. It was her mother decision to keep it to themselves considering it was almost impossible to meet the boys and their managers there.

According to Mrs Hwang, as long as they didn’t get caught then there’s nothing to be worried. All these years, she had been doing her job silently like she never existed there. As much as the boys were eager to meet their caretaker but it was the lines which had been set by their company.

Rule 1: The caretaker is not allowed to have any form of contact with the boys except the managers.

Rule 2: The caretaker is only allowed to perform his/her job without the presence of the boys in the dorm.

Rule 3: The caretaker is prohibited to take any photos of their belongings and to only perform the task as listed in the contract that includes general cleaning and preparing meals for lunch or dinner is optional.

The job might appear exclusive to people out there but it was not as fun as it sounds. First, you had to clean after their mess, when we said mess, it was a REAL MESS. The boys were too busy and had little time in hand to clean their own rooms and clothes. As a result, Seul will be welcomed by the sight of their laundries every single day without failed.

Stack of laundries! We were not talking about three pair of jeans. It was just way too many. She wondered just how frequent they got changed in a day.

On the bright side, she could ease her mother’s burden as Mrs Hwang finally went to her treatment consistently without skipping any in a week. She just wished her mother to get better soon even though she had to work twice as hard than before.

With the help of Wongeun, she was able to keep up with her job at the bubble tea shop. Hence, since they opened around 8 in the morning every day, Seul could come later than her actual shift until she completed her work babysitting caretaking the boys.

“So, how’s life” annoying Ji Hoon sat up as he caught fatigue Seul walked pass him.

“Stop joking around Ji Hoon” she frowned, throwing her small body on the couch accompanied with a deep grunt. Working extras hard made her grumpier than usual. She was drained as hell today. Although, her body got used to perform two jobs in a day yet today was extremely extra in comparison to previous days.

His lips twitched upwards “Nuna, seriously you look super dead. What happen at work today?” he eyes rounded with a hint of concern.

“It was that time of the month when the shop is flooded with humans. Nothing special” Seul muttered with her eyes close. She needed a long bubble bath to get rid of this mental and physical exhaustion before she went gaga.

“Okay. How about Bangtan hyungs?”

“What is with them? And stop calling them hyungs, you don’t even know them” Seul sounded annoy just by hearing Bangtan Sonyeondan names. The names itself drained the last energy in her.

Hoon crossed his arm, turning his body to face Seul “They are my idols and yes I know them!” he responded feeling defensive.

“Ji Hoon being a fan doesn’t make you their friend, stop being delusional. You are seriously worse than their fangirls or those sasaeng in front of their building” Seul cringed at the thought of those sasaeng fans which she encountered every day before she entered the expensive building.

“Oh my god there are fans camp in front of the building!” he gasped dramatically as his breath hitched in process.

Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Seul shot her brother a dirty look “It is normal. They are celebrities like you never heard such cases on the internet” deep down inside she pitied them. How did they overcome those problems without getting annoyed or crazy over it? Guess they lived up to their names.

“Nuna… have you by any chance met any of them? Accidentally?”

“Are you crazy? Wasn’t it obvious I would only attend my job when they are not around”

“I know but isn’t there any slight chance in certain situation that you accidentally bump into them?” his brows perked up with so much interest. Hoon had always show his interest in her job as BTS Caretaker lately, and for an odd reason he would wait for her to comeback home every day just to get him updated.

Odd human being. Was every Bangtan fans acted like Ji Hoon or was it just him?

Seul inhaled deeply “That ‘certain situation’ will never happen. Ji Hoon I am not in the mood to entertain your weird antic, let’s be quiet and let me rest alright? Good night” with that she arose from her feet making way to her bedroom to get a good rest leaving sulky Hoon behind. Oh hell, it was not like she owed him anything? He was being dramatic as always.

Here goes another tiring day.

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“Don’t you find it is weird that Ahjumma’s food taste odd lately?” the youngest of the group murmured under his breath while he eyed the food in front of him. Not that he wanted to sound ungrateful yet all these years they grew immune to Mrs Hwang’s cooking. The slight change of taste in her cooking was noticeable to everyone.

Jin nodded along showing his agreement “Yeah, it doesn’t taste as good as before I wonder if she is too busy to cook for us and decide to buy takeaways instead?” he swallowed the last piece of meat in his mouth in delight.

“But there is no evident saying she bought it from outside and just enjoy the food, stop complaining. She works hard for us too” said the leader with serious tone. It was his job to educate his members how to be grateful in any situation especially when it came to appreciate the fact that had food to eat in a day.

“I am just expressing my concern not that I am being bratty” Jungkook’s lips pursed into a pout.

Namjoon eyed the younger boy sternly “And I am just reminding you to always be thankful” he gave Jungkook a light pat showing off his dimple. He did not mean to cause any harm however it was their way of showing love to each other by being truthful in any occasion.

“Are you guys ready? Manager hyung is here” Jimin blinked fixing the strap of his sling bag with a small pout. It came out of habit whenever he was concentrating in doing something, his lips would twitch unconsciously into a small pout. The cause of death to every Armys outside.

Jin stood up gathering the empty plates placing it inside the sink “How’s Yoongi?” Hoseok appeared cheerfully while snatching the past piece of toast from Jungkook earning a dirty glare from the younger boy.

“Hyung is sleeping. I don’t want to wake him up, or he will insist to come with us” Hoseok shrugged patting Jungkook’s head like a small puppy signalling him to get ready now.

Jungkook tilted his head “Will hyung be alright alone?” his brows creased into a frown showing off his concern for Yoongi. They were supposed to perform in an award show today but few day ago Yoongi got hurt. He was recommended to not participate in any activities that can cause irritation to injured spot. Nonetheless, Bangtan will be performing like they usually do without Yoongi this time.

Guilt took over Yoongi even though he was supposed to get proper rest but his members managed to convince him to shrug the thoughts off. There were too many things in his mind like how it was unfair for others to work while he stayed at home mopping around. It was unnecessary really, being Yoongi it was not easy to wash off the uneasy feelings in him. He tends to overthink.

“He is a man don’t worry. Yoongi will be fine” Jin exclaimed with a genuine smile ending Jungkook’s worries right way. The boys were ready to leave the house an hour later than they usually did today since they would head straight to the venue for rehearsal. Jungkook, Hoseok and Namjoon left their dorms followed by Jin afterwards whilst Jimin was patiently waiting for Taehyung to show up.

Grinding his teeth together, he stroked his hair getting impatient “KIM TAEHYUNG! WE ARE LATE!” he hollered.

“Five minutes!” Taehyung flustered upon hearing Jimin’s chirpy voice calling out for him. He made sure to clean Yoongi’s injury spot one last time before finishing up the steps with a satisfied smile. “Hyung, we are leaving now! Take care” Yoongi grumbled sleepily with a slight nod and murmuring inaudible ‘thank you’.

Taehyung strutted to the main door with a foolish smile that never left his face, he ducked his head a little “Sorry, I was changing hyung’s bandage. LET’S GO!” he swung his arm around Jimin’s neck, dragging the smaller guy out before he could reply him.

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Dragging her body lazily, Seul sighed at the sight of familiar building few metres from where she stood. She noticed black van parked in front of the building blocking the path for people like her to move and some more there she saw familiar faces a.k.a Bangtan’s fangirls there squealing like a freaking dolphin. Tilting her head at the direction, she decided to use the side entrance to enter the building. It was a hassle to deal with such crowd this early and she didn’t like that.

“Seokjin oppa!” a girl squirmed in sheer happiness. One may think this supposed to be an innocent act as a fan, but Seul knew it better. The girl was not a fan but a mental sasaeng who invaded their personal space. Fans should not act to the extent of camping outside their dorms. Don’t they have a life?

Seul attention was fixed on a guy in his baggy sweater looking drained yet he managed to crack a soft smile. It was interesting to watch something like this live and to be honest she had no idea who this Seokjin person was though she heard from her mother that Bangtan is not the only celebrities staying there. It must be another group that she was not aware of. Scratch that.

Burying herself under her grey hoodies, she pushed herself behind the fangirls making her ways inside. Seul looked into the bright lobby as she scanned the card against a scanner, and the door beeped open. To her utter astonishment, her body almost crashed against two figures who happened to be running like little kids to her direction.

“Shit” Seul cussed under her breath harshly and about to pick up the card that she dropped earlier due to the impact. Before she could bend down to pick it up, the guy with blonde locks was quick to apologize and handed the card with a deep bow.

“I am sorry…Here is your card” Seul made no effort to look at their faces as she kept her head lower taking the card from him with a deep sigh. It was still early for her to get worked up over this matter.

Taehyung looked as guilty as charged “Sorry we are in rush. Jims lets go manager hyung is calling for us!” with those last statement those two dashed past her, pushing the door open with their hip, ran for their life towards the black vehicle.

“Manager hyung? Jims?” she made her way along the hallway while humming to it cluelessly.

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Seul’s nose scrunched up, inhaling the remaining trail of manly scent from every corner of the room. Guess they just left. She mentally cursed herself for liking the smell. It was creepy but she had a thing for man’s cologne. According to Seul, the best smell usually came from a man’s cologne.

Slipping off her grey hoodie leaving Seul in her cream shirt, she placed it neatly on the couch along with her belongings before attending the first task of the day, laundries. Thankfully, it was not as bad as the day before so she could manage it in one hour. Until then, she had to do the dishes and cleaning off other mess that the boys did. She plugged her earphones and went through her playlist while doing her job diligently without slacking off. Every nook and cranny of this place needs to be clean.

Seul started off with the dishes, the living room and preparing side dishes for the boys to devour once they returned from their schedule. She talked about the significance of preparing food for the boys when they could have eaten outside or ordered for delivery. To her distaste, her mother insisted of preparing meals for them even though the chances of the food being dumped into the dumpster at the end of the day was high. She indicated it was the noble thing to do as their caretaker. It was not all about cleaning but as well as keeping them fed with love and affection. This seriously made her puke rainbows.

The noise came from the living room had awoken the sleeping Yoongi inside the room, now he was genuinely annoyed. He thought everyone had left for good, this called for a fight. Yoongi sat up with exaggerated reluctance, he rose and stretched, not to forget it was followed by curses after curses. He shoved the duvet off from his body and made his way outside groggily.

Yoongi’s nose was welcomed by the smell of food with the mixture of sweet laundry detergent. It was subtle which doesn’t bother him at all as it blends perfectly into the thin air. He came to the realization that it was the caretaker Ahjumma. Apart from them and the managers only the caretaker had the access to their place.

The smile crept farther across his face as he made his way to the kitchen, curiosity did kill the cats. Everyone was dying to meet this kind Ahjumma who had been working for good three years with them. Even though, it was odd to see her working with the presence of Bangtan members today he assumed his manager must have forgotten to remind her about it. They were aware of the nature of her contract with Bighit became the reason why they never had the chance to meet their caretaker.

It was his lucky day perhaps. He finally got to meet her after years and could thank her personally on behalf of others for all the yummy foods that she cooked for them.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, scrutinizing the small figure before him carefully. Seul had her back facing him with her hair tied into messy bun ‘She looks young. Is she even the Ahjumma?’ Yoongi did not look convince after all. Judging from her back view, she appeared way too young contradicted to her title as and Ahjumma and some more he couldn’t see any wrinkle from her fair skin. He did not want to sound like a creep but it was the truth.

After gathering his courage, he walked up behind Seul carefully keeping a little distance between them not trying to scare her off “Excuse me?” he attempted in gaining her attention. Then he noticed the earphones plugged securely there with loud music could be heard clearly from it.

He tugged the earphone off from her ears causing her body jolted up in surprised. Seul turned to face Yoongi with her eyes wide open “What the fuck?” the words slipped out from her mouth. Unamused Yoongi, narrows his eyes in anger “YOU ARE NOT THE AHJUMMA!” his deep voice gravelled under his breath.

Seul found herself squirming under his scrutiny.

“Who…the.. fuck… are.. you?” Yoongi lurched forwards trapping Seul between the kitchen counter. Every word came from his mouth were dangerously low and disturbing. He cursed something low beneath his breath, something that she couldn’t understand. It sounded like a thick accent from Busan or Daegu to her. Whatever it was, she felt small in front of him.

The breath caught in her throat and her heart twisted at the stunned tone of his voice.

“Stay away from me…” she clutched onto the counter trying to escape from his gaze.

Shit, am I getting caught? She mentally slapped herself for her stupidity.

The corner of his lips twitched into a smirk “Who the fuck are you?” he inquired again this time the tone of his voice was harsher than a minute ago.

#bts fic #bts fanfic #min yoongi x oc #yoongi x oc #jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook x oc #bts fluff #yoongi fluff #jungkook fic #bts series #bts idolau #suga x oc #jungkook idolau #btscaretaker #bts romance

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 4 years

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odd ship asks for aurora?

this under a cut for length!

SFW

1. Who cooks?

Aurora cooks more often, but Sebastian will sometimes surprise her if she’s had a particularly bad day! Cooking is something that Aurora generally finds really relaxing which is why she does it more, but if she doesn’t have the time or energy (mental or physical) then Sebastian will!

3. Who fixes the vehicle after a breakdown?

If it’s simple enough, Aurora, but anything big and they need a tow truck!

5. Who buys the groceries?

Aurora!

7. Would they go to the beach?

Yes! Anytime they can tbh!

9. Is someone multilingual? Do they try to teach another language to the other? How does it go?

Both of them are multilingual! They both speak French! Aurora speaks a few other languages too – she tries to teach Sebastian spanish but Sebastian cannot focus when she speaks another language lmao (it is a kink and Aurora will not hesitate to take advantage of it)

11. Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

They’re typically shower people but Sebastian takes ice baths for lacrosse and Aurora tries to have one nice bath a week just to relax (not when she’s at Dalton tho lmao cause they only have showers there). They generally shower separately (dorm showers and limited time) but when they’re older they definitely like to have baths together and Aurora starts bubble fights by giving Sebastian bubble beards lmao

13. Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

They’re both night owls but Aurora just like, doesn’t sleep most of the time so Sebastian frequently has to drag her to bed! The struggle of getting Aurora to sleep is one that the Warblers are all too familiar with haha

15. Vacation ideas: who decides them? Where would they go, if anywhere?

okay so most of their vacations are done with the whole inner circle warbler group and they have a specific collection of vacation destinations that they rotate to (where their parents all have various vacation homes lmao). Every christmas is spent at the Anderson house in the cayman islands my godfamily lives there so i used to spend christmases there i miss it and then other vacations are rotated! When they’re older their schedules get a bit more flexible so if Aurora has time between broadway runs then Sebastian will take time off for non-warbler vacations, in which case they decide together!

NSFW

1. How often do they have sex, if at all?

Okay so the first time they have sex is in their senior year and at first they don’t have sex often on account of sharing a wall with Nick and Jeff (and also Aurora still has some trauma and also they just have other things to do with their lives lmao) – after graduation it becomes a bit more frequent but given that they still live with Blaine, Sam, Nick, and Jeff, privacy is a rare thing haha

3. Any kinks they clash on?

Hm, not off the top of my head! Both of them are pretty willing to try things, and tend to have the same hard nos!

5. Favourite positions?

Generally they like to keep it simple. Pretty much anything where they can look at each other is good! Aurora also likes when Sebastian picks her up and Sebastian likes cowgirl, but the priority is looking at each other – if Sebastian is behind Aurora when there’s any penetration involved, she’s almost guaranteed to have a panic attack

9. Quickest turn ons? Immediate turn offs?

Aurora: turn ons: sebastian being a cocky bitch lmao, sebastian picking her up, sebastian singing, when he’s just finished any sort of competition (glee or lacrosse) and is clearly still running on that adrenaline, when he tries and fails to be smooth, domestic sebastian, sebastian shirtless turn offs: silence, penetration from behind, the chance of being seen

Sebastian: turn ons: aurora speaking other languages, aurora kissing his jaw, aurora dancing, aurora snapping at people who treat her badly, aurora wearing his clothes, when she sits on his lap and kisses his jaw, tbh just her entire existence is a turn on lmao turn offs: being able to hear other people (esp in Dalton, if he can hear Nick and Jeff in their dorm or anyone in the hallway it’s a no go), anytime it’s clear that Aurora is trying to prove something to herself (usually pushing past her comfort zone bc she’s trying to force herself to get over her trauma)

11. Favourite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm?

They kiss a lot during sex – some making out but also a lot of just pressing kisses literally anywhere they can reach. Aurora dies a little (in a good way) whenever Sebastian calls her baby – he really only ever does that during sex and it makes her heart go “!!!”. Aurora will sometimes start saying “I love you” in different languages and sometimes they slip into soft french without realizing it bc they’re idiots and i love them. Aurora will also sometimes start talking about totally unrelated things and while most people might be offended that her attention isn’t fully on what’s going on, Sebastian loves it because she’s a lot less guarded than usual! Things that she would normally brush off as not being a big deal (good exciting things and also bad/sad/painful things) come up a lot, especially in the foreplay period, and it warms his heart to know that she feels safe and relaxed enough to open up

13. Who’s loud? Who’s quiet? Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? How?

Aurora is pretty quiet, aside from going on her random tangents and her little “I love yous” whereas Sebastian talks a lot. Sometimes it’s dirty talk and sometimes it’s just soft little things, but a lot of it is also just him telling her what he’s going to do so that she isn’t caught off guard and has the chance to stop him if she doesn’t like/want something. He does try to encourage her to be louder, because he wants to know how she feels about things, and usually he’ll just start asking “do you like that?” or “how does it feel?” or that sort of thing! When she’s prompted, she does talk, she just never starts it

15. Open or closed relationship? Do they sometimes share?

Closed, no sharing! They do technically have a list of free passes but that’s really only because early on in their relationship the NDs kept telling her that Sebastian would cheat on her with Blaine if he had the chance so this happened:

A: “hey if you want to sleep with Blaine you can, just don’t dump me and don’t like”

S: “wait what? where did that come from?”

A: “spite, mostly”

S: “fair enough, but then you need a pass too – how about Sam?”

A: “he’s pretty, sounds good to me”

and then fast forward to the next day and kurt once again is going on about how sebastian is a slut who wants to sleep with blaine and aurora is just like “lmao yeah that’s his free pass dude get with the program”

but if given the opportunity neither of them would want to sleep with someone else

Send me numbers and ships!

#ask #answered #farklelucas #aurora anderson #about aurora a #sebora #aurora x sebastian #ship: please remind me who i really am

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mutedbeautyqueen · 5 years

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NAME.

FULL NAME: Dolly Ann Dixon 

PREFERRED NAME/NICKNAMES: Dolls or Doll  

GENERALLY REFERRED TO AS: Dolly Ann or just Dolly

APPEARANCE.

FACECLAIM: Carlson Young

SEX: cis female 

HEIGHT: 5’2”  

WEIGHT: 100-105 

BUILD: thin, slightly toned

 HAIR: long blonde hair, always styled

 HANDS: she gets a mani/pedi every week and comes in for touch-ups if something happens and they chip, prefers a more rounded soft-looking nail with a nude or pale pink polish, soft grey in winter, in contrast, her toenails are often a brighter pink 

CLOTHES: mostly skirts and dresses, most of her shoes have a heel, delicate jewelry, prefers gold over silver and diamonds over other stones, if you saw her walking down the street you’d know she was a pageant girl 

OTHER FEATURES: dimples

SPEECH.

ACCENT: Soft, well-off North Carolina accent

LANGUAGE: English and some Spanish 

ARTICULATION: She’s used to public speaking so she’s articulate

 EDUCATION: She speaks differently when she’s with her friends but if it’s pageant related she’s well-spoken

LAUGHTER: She feels self-conscious about her real laugh, she’s been told it’s too loud and unladylike so she tries to keep her laugh to a giggle. When something really tickles her, she can’t help it.

 BREATHING: She has been known to sigh dramatically or in frustration, and she does a very good scornful ugh

MANNERISMS.

FACE: She’s good at hiding negative emotions, positive emotions are harder for her

HANDS: She doesn’t do a lot of gestures, a few when needed for emphasis but they’re very controlled and planned.  

LEGS/FEET: If she taps her foot impatiently it’s on purpose to try and get someone to hurry, she doesn’t mindlessly tap or jiggle her leg

EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS: Negative emotional outbursts are rare for her. She tries to keep a tight lid on those kinds of things. When she’s really happy she’ll give a little happy squeal

HABITS: checking her phone when bored

POSTURE: She has excellent posture. She’s even got the trophy from finishing school to prove it.

PERSONAL SPACE: Depends on the person. Her and her friends are always in each other’s spaces and growing up pageant meant she is used to sharing space. But if she doesn’t like you she wants you out of her personal space

OTHER: She tilts her head to the right when she’s thinking

HEALTH:

DIET: For the most part she eats healthy with a few splurges in there, when she’s preparing for a pageant she has a stricter diet that is borderline unhealthy

SLEEP: Dolly Ann is a firm believer in beauty sleep before her friends started dropping she made sure she got eight hours, since the gentlemen happened her sleep has been lacking when she does sleep she has nightmares

EXERCISE: She works out, especially when she’s worried about calories, but she tries to stick to things that won’t bulk her up bc she’s worried about being too muscular. She doesn’t like working out in front of people so she uses the home gym her daddy set up for her momma  

ACTIVITY: She keeps a full schedule of activities both during a pageant and after 

CLEANLINESS: She’s very meticulous about bathing and washing, she’s got an hour-long skincare routine to go along with it

ODOR: She loves scented things but usually opts for lighter scents so they don’t overpower her perfume which is usually something light and either floral or fruity depending on the season. Right now her favorite is Roses De Chloé ADDICTIONS: hairspray, on her hair not huffing 

PARASITES: ew no! (Unless you count her mom re-living her pageant years through Dolly Ann as a parasite)

 OTHER: she drinks at parties but not enough to puke

PERSONAL.

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: She thrives on being the center of attention and can strike up a conversation with anyone, though it’s very likely the conversation will revolve around her

OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: Optimistic, especially when it comes to things involving herself

 GENDER: female

 SEXUALITY: she’s the kind of straight girl that would kiss another girl to get a hot guy’s attention

 ROMANTIC: She loves romance, all the cliche stuff but also the more personal stuff that only the two of them would get  

MEMORY: She has a good memory 

PLANNING: With as much as she has going on between pageant preparation, school dances committee, community service projects, Queen duties, and school she has to be great at planning

 INTUITION: If Dolly Ann makes the decision it’s the right decision in her mind

 PROBLEM SOLVING: She feels like since she’s rich and beautiful she can just pay someone to handle problems for her which is her go-to problem-solving solution  

GOALS: Dolly Ann’s main goal in life is to marry a politician at the state or national level or CEO of a successful company, anyone else rich might do too, have a cheating clause in the prenup so that when they cheat on her, because politicians always cheat, she can divorce them and do whatever she pleases with a large bank account to back her up. Her momma’s main goal for her is to be Miss America which Dolly Ann is fine with since it could help her land the bank account of her dreams.

 INSECURITIES: She’s human so of course she has insecurities but she hides them behind a lot of hairspray and lipstick. Mostly she’s insecure about her ability to make her own choices, murder club is one of the few times she’s gone against her momma’s wishes. What if momma really does know best? 

ACHIEVEMENTS: every single one of her crowns, sashes, and titles. Also, she didn’t get her heart cut out so that’s a big win!  

ANXIETY: running out of hairspray

 SELF-HELP: throw money at them, run to daddy, a good mani/pedi always helps  

COMFORTS: pretty things, she can be really shallow and she’s happy with that

 BAD HABITS: gossiping and judging other people, not that she considers it a bad habit, it’s not mean if it’s true

 PHILOSOPHY: Being beautiful gets you everywhere is her philosophy in life, she’s also a really terrible catholic but she thinks she’s a perfectly wonderful one 

TRIGGERS: running out of hairspray

THE PAST.

PARENTS/GUARDIANS: Mary Helen is a formidable pageant mom while her dad Beau tends to be working or on the golf course a lot, so while not terribly close to either she loves both of them and has always felt loved by them. But she would love it if her mom paid more attention to her own life and let Dolly Ann live hers, like her dad.

LIFE EVENTS: the only life event that’s affected how her life went was being Mary Helen’s daughter

WORST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: gotta be the night the gentlemen tried to kill her, first there was almost getting her heart cut out followed by the whole fiasco of trying to get the sheriff’s office to believe her about what happened, finally getting to leave only to find out that four more of her friends (frienemies) were murdered that night

 BEST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: Winning Miss Teen Normal this year, unlike all the highs of all her other wins this one felt even better because they defeated the gentlemen and no one else died

 LOOKING BACK: tell Emmett what was happening, make Kaz stay over before she was attacked so she wasn’t alone that night, believe Jamie sooner so that maybe they could have somehow stopped all the deaths before they happened, convinced her boyfriend not to go on that trip, there are a few things she wouldn’t mind a redo on

RELATIONSHIPS.

FAMILY: she’s never had/needed a found family so family has always been those related by blood/marriage  

FRIENDSHIPS: She and the other beauty queens make up a lil clique of frienemies within the larger popular crowd

FRIENDS IN NEED: make over time! The best way to help someone is to help them look better, right?

 NEEDING A FRIEND: Not having friends who wouldn’t gossip about her if given the chance Dolly Ann tends to keep things to herself, things are getting a little too heavy to do that now  

ANNOYANCES: Most of the time by spilling gossip about the person occasionally getting petty and going for revenge  

ROMANCE: She wants someone who appreciates her beauty. That’s a lot of effort she puts in! Aside from that if they’re an athlete and they ask her out chances are good she’ll say yes, even better if they have a nice car. As far as boyfriend material, Tad won her over by having all of that and political aspirations. He was the total package right down to his boat shoes and complete life plan

 ADVERSARIES: Prior to MC it would have been lack of popularity, ugly clothes, weirdness in general, lack of appreciation for the things that make high school high school like dances. Now she’s slowly opening up to allowing that stuff but if you wear plastic shoes you are really pushing her levels of tolerance 

ENEMIES: Hate causes wrinkles. Besides her momma always says keep your enemies close, it’s why she’s friends with all of them.  

STRANGERS: Situational, she can be completely careless about noticing background people but she can also turn on the charm and make strangers feel like she really likes them  

FUN STUFF: mani/pedis, shopping, make overs  

DATING: dinner someplace with real napkins, movies, hanging on their arm like the trophy she is at events

 BEST FRIEND: RIP Heather, Edwina seems to be in the lead to fill the opening  

LOVE: she is her own love of her life, daddy’s black card comes in a pretty close second

 WORST ENEMY: Humidity, it can kill a hairdo

INTERACTIONS.

MINGLING: She can be charming if she wants but she really has no idea how to make real friends instead of the shallow friendships she has

 COMFORT LEVELS: She is comfortable talking to all sorts of people and if she’s not she can at least fake it 

PHYSICAL: She’s comfortable giving and receiving physical affection but it really depends on how close you are to her if she initiates it

 GROUPS: Dolly Ann loves attention on her, it doesn’t matter if it’s a big group or just one on one

 OPENNESS: She’s normally very fake, opening up is a new process for her

 GENEROSITY: She loves getting things, give her all the presents with gift receipts so she can take it back and get something she really likes, she also has no problem spending daddy’s money on other people  

JEALOUSY: She gets jealous when someone else gets the attention she wants or something she wants especially from someone she considers one of her people  

TEMPER: Dolly Ann doesn’t really have a temper, she doesn’t even raise her voice normally, if you make her really mad she’s more of a get even kind of person

 EMPATHY: Her momma is very big on making it no matter what and Dolly can be really self-absorbed to the point of not realizing someone else’s feelings. But if she’s making an effort she has empathy for someone and lately, she’s been feeling more empathy towards others and less self-absorbed without having to make an effort.  

AFFECTION: She is a hugger. But mostly she shows affection by spending time with people, because her schedule is always packed, or by buying them things.

 DISTASTE: Dolly can be pretty petty so her usual way is not using their name. But she’s not above gossiping about them or even criticizing them to their face.

 ETIQUETTE: She is very much a sticking to polite norms of social interactions type  

RESPONSIBILITY: She doesn’t like admitting when she’s wrong but she does try and fix her mistakes 

SELF ESTEEM: No one loves Dolly Ann as much as Dolly Ann loves Dolly Ann 

CONFIDENCE: She cares what other people think of her because being popular is important  until it interferes with what she wants

HONESTY: Dolly Ann has no problems hiding behind honesty to hurt someone’s feelings but when it comes to herself she isn’t always honest.

 LEADER OR FOLLOWER: Both, she’s comfortable leading and comfortable following if she thinks the person leading can get her what/where she wants 

PRAISE: Dolly Ann lives off compliments, it’s the easiest way to get her to do something  

FAILURES: She can be very self-centered which can be annoying to others  

CRITICISM: Badly

 INSULTS: Depends on who is insulting her and what they’re insulting  

EMBARRASSMENT: She would rather die than admit she was embarrassed about something  

FLIRTING: Very flirtatious, her momma taught her that was one way to get her way, a beautiful woman’s power 

ATTENTION SPAN: If it’s something she thinks is important she can concentrate, if it’s not worth the effort to her she’s not going to 

SITUATIONS: Dolly Ann would rather not deal with difficult social situations, have your breakdowns in private like a normal person pls

LIFE.

DUTY: She has her pageant responsibilities which is almost like a job

 TECH: If she’s not on her phone she’s on her MacBook, but usually it’s her phone 

POLITICS: She’s too young to vote but she’s a democrat, Dolly Ann only talks about politics in certain crowds  

COMBAT SKILLS: She survived her attack on pure luck and a strong desire not to die in third place

 HOME: They have a maid, Dolly Ann is somewhere between messy and cleans her room before the maid comes

 DAILY LIFE: Before life got weird Dolly Ann had no problems even with her packed schedule, now that she’s starting to figure out what’s going on she is slowly getting her balance back but still feels a little off-balance rn

 INDEPENDENCE: She can do a lot of things by herself that she chooses not to but she was also taught that there are things you hire people for

 COOKING: This is one of those hire people for things 

BUILDING: Another hire people for things though she can do DIY stuff like she’s worked on school floats and decorations for dances 

CLEANING: She doesn’t have chores but she does put her dirty clothes in the laundry and puts her stuff away instead of leaving it for the maid

 SHOPPING: She LOVES to shop especially when she’s got someone with her who also loves to shop, even if all they do is try things on and not buy anything she has fun 

DRIVING: Dolly Ann has her license and a brand new pink convertible watch out Normal  

FINANCES: Her family is old money rich so she’s never worried about money  

PETS: Dolly Ann has a cat named Queen Bee, she was twelve, she calls her Queenie 

 TRAVELING: She goes on holiday every summer, Christmas always includes a trip up to New York City, she and her momma always go to the Miss America pageant 

MEDICAL: She’s got no problems going to the doctor or dentist, good health and sparkling teeth are important  

WORRIES: everything that’s happened has made sleeping at home very difficult and the only time she gets a good night sleep is when she sneaks over to Kaz’s

 PEACE: She loves having music playing

 PARTYING: parties are a part of high school life so if there’s one being held by a popular student she’s there but she doesn’t go hard 

HOBBIES: she hasn’t got any spare time

#normal:task1 #normal:task #i'm still struggling with task 2 but this one is done

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dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt · 5 years

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You can pick which ocs or all or none! Just some general questions: what's their daily routine? Dream job? Favorite baby names? Favorite animal? And comfort movie/movie genre?

ANON HELLO LOVE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKIN!! :D

This is gonna be for all of them, sooo…. under the cut bc I’m Considerate X’D

Daily Routine:

JuneWake up at 5AM because they crashed out on the couch and forgot to shut the blinds the whole way so Bright, stumble into bed till 10AM when their dog Taco wakes them up again. They feed him, have breakfast (usually leftovers.) Occasionally at this point they will go back to Hell for a while, check up on things (they are the Master of the Kennels after all, Dante’s happy to cover for them most of the time but they still have some Responsibilities.) On a normal day, though, they’ll probably just stay inside watching the worst Netflix has to offer (they love picking things apart/making fun at how bad it is.) In the evening, they always take Taco out for a walk (sometimes they do so in the morning as well.) Once it gets dark, they go out to the night’s bad diner/restaurant/fast food place and have fun terrifying the humans. Then they come home, have a shower/bath, do a face-mask, read one of the numerous shitty romance novels they have, and end up falling asleep on the couch most nights.

AugustWake up at 6AM or 12PM depending on whether or not she drank herself into unconsciousness the night before. Eat some healthy breakfast involving a lot of fruit (especially peaches, she loves peaches), and then she usually goes for a nice flight to stretch her wings for the day + wake up properly. After that, it’s work at home time (if she’s employed, sometimes she’s not.) Due to her ADHD, she suffers a lot from lack of focus and executive dysfunction, in order to combat that, she takes several long breaks throughout the day: to work out, to eat lunch, and to practice dance. When the sun sets, she eats dinner, goes for another flight, has a shower/bath, pampers herself a bit, and then practices her sword-play until 10PM, when she goes to bed or starts drinking till she passes out, depends. She has a few days a week dedicated to dancing, and goes to visit her siblings frequently - not to mention that her routine changes whenever she has a partner.

MyriadHonestly, they don’t have a routine. They’re so chaotic and they act almost entirely on their whims; if they want to do something, they will do it. The only consistent things in their life are hanging out with their many friends and doing their job, AKA. punishing the wicked in the most painful ways they can think up. So they could spend a day go-karting, a day assassinating someone for a lot of money, a day watching Disney films, a day spent in a club, a day fighting a unicorn while Mothman and a Jersey Devil watch and take bets, honestly who knows, my dude.

GingerShe never stays in one place too long and is travelling most of the time (she prefers driving to flying, and will hellgate her way onto a different continent instead of take a plane.) She’ll wake up either in the back of her car or in a cheap roadside motel and get on the road, stopping at any place that looks interesting (she’s especially fond of retro diners…. and yes, if there’s a jukebox, she will absolutely select a few What’s New Pussycat-s.) Might drop by to visit some friends, might flirt with a few girls as she goes. A life of adventure, rinse and repeat.

DanteDepends on where he is (eg. in Hell vs with Jesse and Vrox in their apartment), but the foundations stay the same: wake up early, take a shower, eat breakfast, warm up, work out, and then get down to business. Even if he wasn’t in Hell, he’ll go back there because managing the Kennels is his job, after all. He’ll check in on all the hounds, make sure everybody is accounted for and that nothing disastrous has happened (looking at you, Alric, we don’t eat people, do we?) He’ll check in on any new souls/hounds that have joined during the night and give them an explanation and welcome them into the pack. Then it’s time for lessons: aka, fight training. He normally teaches in big classes since it’s more efficient, but he occasionally does it one-on-one or two-on-one, etc. He also has an on-off mortal job teaching self defense when he feels like it. By the time it’s done, the day’s over. He might crash out straight away, or he’ll go back to earth and spend the night with Jesse and Vrox, or he’ll go and check up on June and spend time with them. Of course, he has days off, but this is his usual routine.

JesseWakes up at about 5:30AM, takes a minute to regret staying up till 3AM the night before, says good morning to boyfriend(s) within hearing range, puts his earbuds in to listen to music (alternatively talks to Dante if he’s there, because he’d always get up at the same time as him), then makes himself an absurdly big bowl of cereal and chows down. He has a job as a cashier in a 7-Eleven on weekdays so he normally goes to that, he also has an art class in the evenings every Tuesday. After his shift, he’ll go and check in on Vrox, who volunteers at an animal shelter, and they’ll normally go and get a late lunch. Then it’s normally home, or, if it’s a Tuesday, home by 10PM. He normally selects an album of choice and cranks the volume on the speakers, orders takeout for dinner, has a shower (using most of the hot water, rip Vrox), and dances (badly) with his boyfriend(s) until it’s time for bed. But… to put it delicately… not a lot of sleep happens right away. ahem. Also, if there is some kind of protest that he agrees with, he is most likely in on it holding a sign. He and Vrox have fighting lessons with Dante just like all the other hounds.

VroxUsually wakes up when Jesse does, but goes back to sleep because his shift starts at 9:30. He gets up, eats the leftover takeout if there is any leftover from Jesse’s bottomless pit of a stomach, and heads off. He’ll send a bunch of cute/funny photos and texts to Jesse throughout the day about the animals. Most of the time he schedules his therapy appointments for Tuesdays so while Jesse’s at art class he’s also doing something productive. He goes home afterward, has a quick shower in fear of the hot water running out because his asshole boyfriend always uses all of it, has dinner, enjoys the skull-shaking music blasting through the apartment, and goes to bed. He often loses control of his anger and needs to be locked up in a cage in Hell for a few days until he can change back from his hound form, but mostly his life is pretty uneventful.

BenHe’s a consistent little mouse man who tries to keep his head down and whose life has no surprises or excitement whatsoever. He wakes up at 7AM, has a shower, makes an instant coffee while he gets dressed, and goes to work, most often without any breakfast. He’s a teacher, so he’ll work the whole day, grab a sandwich from the little shop on the corner not far from the school when he has a moment, and then when the day’s over he’ll go home, heat up some canned soup or something and eat dinner while reading. He’ll go to bed, read for a few hours and most likely fall asleep while reading in the most uncomfortable position possible. Rinse and repeat. His only source of excitement is when Ginger shows up without warning and drags his boring ass out to do something fun for once.

EmalaLike her older brother, Emala is very dedicated to her work, which is in her case being a nurse at a children’s hospital. It takes up most of her time and she feels guilty any days she takes off, thinking that she should be there for the kids, and that as an angel she could do a better job of taking care of them and keeping them safe (not that she ever thinks this as insult toward human nurses, they are saints in her eyes and extremely talented.) She has a routine that runs super smoothly, get up early, drink some citrus tea, make her bed, say hello to her pet bird Sweet, have some breakfast, and go to work. When she gets home she lets Sweet out again, makes dinner, has a bath, occasionally does a face mask if she has the energy left or otherwise just moisturizes her skin, then crawls into bed, and admittedly cries most nights. Her job is incredibly taxing on her, she feels like she fails with every patient lost, and crying helps. She’s a big campaigner for unashamed crying. On her rare days off she either spends time with her siblings, goes for a wander around the city, or takes an Uber out into the countryside and finds somewhere nice for a picnic… but honestly most of the time she just chills out in her apartment with Sweet, reading, drinking tea and watching art tutorials because they are deeply calming to her.

MarsMars tends to spend a lot more time in Heaven than his siblings: he is the leader of his particular ‘family’ of angels, so he has more responsibilities than they do (it’s a running joke that he just boils with fond exasperation that they get to run around doing whatever they want while he has the ~REAL~ work.) Much like Dante with the pack, Mars make sure nothing disastrous is happening, that nobody in the family is breaking God’s rules, that they’re guarding the humans correctly, etc. When he is on earth, he enjoys travelling and doing whatever he wants whenever he wants. While he has no patience for work, he does greatly enjoy learning, so he often takes classes on subjects he is interested in. He has a lot of friends so he spends a lot of time at parties, mostly holding them himself since his homes have a lot of space. And if he has a partner at the time, he will be spending a lot of time with them… unfortunately. And he visits his baby sisters a lot, because Father knows he needs to look after them.

TacoBARK AT PIGEONS. A LOT. ANNOY THE MASTER. A LOT. EAT. A LOT. COMPLAIN ABOUT NOT HAVING ENOUGH FOOD. A LOT. BITE THE MASTER’S FEET. A LOT. WAG TAIL VERY A LOT. GO FOR A LOT WALK. MAKE NEW A LOT NEW FRIENDS. NAP. A LOT. FUN!! :D

Dream Jobs:

JuneThey landed their dream job already. Master of Hell’s Kennels. Very minimal work on their part since their second-in-command does most of it gladly. All they have to do is check on things every once in a while, other than that, they can kick back and relax. As you may be able to tell, June is a lazy little bugger - and proud of it, too!

AugustShe actually likes her current job quite a bit: graphic design. It’s calming for her, she gets to be creative, and since she can work from home, she can adjust it as needed for their mental health. She also tried being a ballet teacher… she liked it in theory, but she’s not the best teacher, unlike her eldest brother.

MyriadThey own several nightclubs, they also have a tendency of making certain people disappear while also mysteriously acquiring a large amount of cash around the same time. Generally if you pay them, they’ll do pretty much anything… just make sure you don’t try to sic them on a target who is a good person, that won’t end well for you since they always do their research. But they are the demon of punishment, and the work they were made for is by far their favourite job.

GingerShe’s had pretty much every job there is to have in her very long life, but none of them suit her. She prefers to be a free, unemployed bird with all her amassed money, only working when she absolutely has to. She’s no exactly picky though when it comes to it, so long as she’s not stuck behind a desk/generally unable to move around, she is an energetic gal.

DanteSoldier. But since June’s grounded him from fighting in any more wars since he almost got himself killed last time (and almost left THEM with the full responsibility of the pack, how dare he, it’s not at all like they actually care about him or anything it’s not at all like that) he’s fallen back to the next best thing: self defense training (and in the case of the pack, war training.) He likes the idea of helping people become stronger and more confidant, with the upside of maybe saving some lives. He also likes being the pack’s enforcer and June’s second-in-command. He enjoys looking after his new, big family, and he’s always been a natural leader.

JesseFamous artist. At least, that was his dream as a little kid. Now with the whole ‘living forever’ thing, he’s sort of given up. He doesn’t want to have to fake his own death or anything. He doesn’t really know what he wants anymore, and while that does make him feel sad and listless at times, he’s also pretty content with his life at the moment.

VroxHas never had any idea. He really like being around animals, though, maybe when he’s got his anger issues more under-control he’ll seek out actual work with them, like being a dog trainer.

BenBefore he fell, he was very reckless and irresponsible and never wanted to do anything work-related. After he fell, he realized what a jackass he’d been and also realized that A) he’d always loved kids, B) he has a fuck ton of knowledge due to how long he’d been alive, and C) wanted to become a teacher. He threw himself into the career and he loves it.

EmalaShe’s the angel of healing, it’s always been her thing. She flits from being a nurse to being a doctor every couple of centuries or so, and she prefers to work in children’s hospitals since she has a soft spot for kids, like her older brother.

MarsHas always been pretty happy with being the leader of his angelic family, even if he does complain about his little sisters getting off Scot-free while he got landed with it. He has absolutely no patience for mortal jobs, though, especially since his time on earth is his free time, he doesn’t want another job.

TacoIs very happy + content with his role as June’s therapy animal companion and protector (because a tiny black pug is absolutely terrifying and very fierce and absolutely nobody would mess with him.)

Favourite Baby Names:

Honestly part of the reason this took so long was because I was wracking my brains trying to think what they liked, but they wouldn’t talk to me about it. A lot of them have literally never thought about it, since demons are infertile (or rather, they think they are) and angels are forbidden from ever having children - and most of them don’t give a shit. But, that being said:

JuneThey were going to name their baby girl Lía.

AugustLikes the name River. She just think it’s pretty, not intended for any baby tho since the idea of piping-hot-mess-August with a baby is pretty laughable, even without God’s rule in place.

EmalaReally likes very common baby names, like Tom for a boy and Ava for a girl. Though she is proud of being an angel and her power and her ability to help others, sometimes she just wants a normal life with a normal family. She desperately wants children of her own, always has, though she tries not to dwell on it, because it makes her sad.

Favourite Animal:

JuneDogs. They hate dogs slightly less than they hate all other living creatures.

AugustShe likes cats. Like calls to like, I guess, since she practically is a cat in angel form.

MyriadSnakes. Hey, venomous buddies gotta stick together! (She actually has a very not venomous pet ball python named Albert.)

GingerHorses. Speed and power are kind of her thing.

DanteSharks 110%.

JesseActually loves cats and is devastated that cats no longer like him.

VroxLoves all animals but does have a soft spot for small ones like mice/hamsters/etc. They’re just… so small… if you want to see Vrox terrified, fascinated and borderline teary from love just dump a hamster in his hands.

BenThere’s a little spider that lives in the corner of his room next to his stack of philosophy books. He hasn’t named it, but they exist together in a companionable peace: if you asked him, he’d say it was his favourite animal.

EmalaLoves birds with her whole heart and is always salty that birds tend to like August more than they like her.

MarsLoves birds like Emala, particularly birds of prey. He has dabbled in falconry several times and greatly enjoys it.

TacoHIMSELF. ALSO. ANYTHING BUT PIGEONS.

Favourite Movie Genre(s):

JuneAnything trashy and terrible, no matter what the genre. June is a connoisseur of shitty things and loves ripping things to shreds like the little vulture they are. They love bad horror movies for the bad special effects, bad romcoms for the terrible plots and forced chemistry (though they do kinda gag a bit at the romance because they are~ ~allergic~ to love.) Generally if you give them a terrible movie, they will be the world’s happiest little demon. Their absolute favourite ones, though, are slasher horror films and black comedies.

AugustShe loves romantic comedies, NEVER LET HER TELL YOU ANY DIFFERENTLY. She also likes dramas though.

MyriadCan watch and enjoy anything, but prefers lighthearted things like comedies and particularly likes slapstick because they’re an actual 2 year old. They also enjoy thrillers and sci-fi.

GingerAbsolutely an action gal but will also go for a romance anytime.

DanteLikes Disney/Pixar movies and is kinda proud of it. Also finds westerns and action cool.

JesseHonestly loves art films and niche/indie films in general. He gets a bit annoyed that so many amazing movies are never shown to the wider public eye and is on a mission to find/watch them all. + Since he missed out on so much time between the time he died and now, he watches a wide range of movies from black-and-white to the present to try and catch up.

VroxLikes adventure/action/thriller movies, or generally movies where, quote “things actually happen.” no he doesn’t share Jesse’s more metaphorical and creative streak

BenHe, with a lot of shame, likes family movies. He’s so stressed and sad in day to day life, he doesn’t want to feel that while watching fictional media. Whenever he does actually get around to watching movies, he wants the feel-good stuff.

EmalaRomance, documentaries, drama, mystery, fantasy - Mala loves a wide range of movies. And while horror isn’t her favourite genre, she can watch any horror movie without flinching once; she’s rather unimpressed by them.

MarsDefinitely that guy who goes back to watch the old silent films a lot. He doesn’t like fast-paced stuff, prefers mysteries and dramas to anything else. He thinks comedy is a bit tasteless, and likes well-crafted movies that have deeper meanings.

TacoDog movies!! Movies with dogs!! Yes!!!!1!

#Anon #asks #August is so so SO delightfully easy to roast #:')#sorry for typos I am sO bad at editing #nobody should let me near a keyboard honestly #my OCs #ANON I LOVE U AND OWE U MY FIRSTBORN CHILD OKAY #THANK YOU SO MUCH #<3 <3 <3 #also I added Taco bc of course Taco is the best OC I have ever and will ever make #:D

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