#this boy brings so much serotonin to my brain

[jhuzen]

a what? [m.reader]

this… idk what this is. it’s very indulgent so excuse the very chill grammar. my head is hammered by all the hot men in hsr. so here. yes, they won me over (jfc how could they not my god, i’ve been waiting on them for months) ☠️ so here’s a self-indulgent cat-boy alignment from some tall men in hsr. i’ve been playing since the release and i’m already just a few exps away from level 40 send help.

𖦹 nsfw/suggestive contents, hcs ig, i use the speculative name for the trailblazer hehe, top reader :’D, this is basically a shitpost but also not LMAO.

GEPARD LANDAU — official dogboy, a lapdog too if you will

is this even a question at this point?

he’s your little pup (maybe not so little), and he radiates that golden retriever vibes. he’s a little more serious than that, sure, but rest assured, he’s always on you when you need him and he’s not particularly swamped with his guard duties as the captain.

he never fails to light up every time you pass by him when he’s out on patrol. he appreciates your little visits of course, sometimes even stopping by to bring him some food when you can. but there’s always something so magical whenever he sees you around the city, just minding your own business, not really aware that he can see you from his post.

and there’s just a spike of serotonin in gepard’s brain every time he ‘bumps’ into you in one of your personal excursions, romancing you with such subtlety (it’s really not much subtle, everyone and their mother in belobog knows you and him are together).

he thinks he’s so slick, trying to smooth talk you, when really, the tips of his ears are bright red, while you, completely unfazed only tried to hold in a laughter. what a trooper your boyfriend truly is!

serval thinks she should be getting second hand embarrassment from her brother’s actions towards you, but you both just looked so sweet that she just had to enjoy the view of you humoring her stiff as hell brother. he’s way too serious on the field (rightfully so), but it was all the more endearing to see a bit of that innocent glee that gepard somehow manages to manifest with you around.

he’s your good dogboy bro, always ready to serve you. though that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate getting spoiled. your massages, especially your back rubs, are the highlight of his day after a grueling training — after his nice hot shower, with you guiding him all the way to your shared bedroom to give him a nice massage, it’s absolute bliss for him.

the cute sighs and the way his face becomes scrunched up as you worked the knots away from his muscles was adorable.

and if… the mood provides it, often times it leads to something a little bit more intimate than your wholesome little act of service.

gepard is a babygirl through and through man. he takes everything that you give him like a champ — extremely cooperative and will do anything as you say. maybe it’s because he likes being ordered around for once, maybe it’s because he finds it incredibly attractive to see you take charge… it could go either way and it drives him nuts.

he’s very loud, so you will be entertained at the plethora of ways gepard has to come up with just so he can’t be heard by the other neighbors while you completely wreck him.

handle with care after, please, he has to go to work the next day! we can’t have the famed captain of the silvermane guards limping around >:((

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SAMPO KOSKI — absolute mid with the way he’s a dog for seeking attention and a cat for being such a little bitch

congrats! you have a weird man for a boyfriend. the man that roams the streets of belobog be it in the underworld or overworld.

you vaguely recall the first time you and him met was when he was trying to persuade an overworld citizen in buying something, and you, as shameless as you are, moved towards him and squeezed the skin of his exposed waist, making the poor man yelp.

you gave him one questionable look before slut-shaming him with that getup, but not before buying your much needed supplies and leaving a sack of belobog currency.

admittedly, your relationship with sampo began as a transactional one. you buy stuff from him and he rewards you with a relatively risqué entertainment that your old folks would certainly faint from if they knew in the first place. but, as it turns out, even such a peculiar relationship can grow an oasis of genuine fondness for each other.

your dates before were just you and him meeting up in his place, hanging out, and then both of you just go on your separate ways. nowadays, it’s him that comes inside your house, incredibly woeful and in need of your attention and you oblige him regardless of how whiny he is.

oh, right, yes. sampo is whiny, have you seen him around his comrades? the man has the ‘woe is me’ attitude every now and then, and more often than not, you instigate that form of reaction whenever you tease him with a grin on your face.

there’s reasonable (or so i hope) amount of you calling out his outfit and why he feels the need to expose his waist only. sampo said it’s to attract customers like you, and you gotta hand the win on him on that one. though, it was becoming far more evident that you no longer see him as just an entertainment value and you as his source of income.

so. bloody. needy. it’s like he can’t live without your attention — thank the stars that the ban between the overworld and the underworld was lifted eventually so he can visit you more on the surface. one minute he skirts out of your home after some good fucking and then the next, he crawls back to you pathetically like a kicked puppy.

though, that is only to say that you got sampo absolutely hooked with your touches that he feels still lingering on his skin — you had an affinity for just harassing his poor waist while you call him names. he loves it anyway.

his clinginess comes with merit though, he appreciates the skin contact and you appreciate that chest of his to lay on. absolute king. if you tell him that his tits are the only selling point of why you finally fell for him, he will sulk and just sigh all day, looking at you with such disappointment.

“so i’m just a slab of meat to you, huh?” — sampo koski, xxxx

“pretty sure what’s in here are fats.” — you, nuzzling your face in his chest, xxxx

honestly, dating sampo feels like a one night stand, considering that he’s willing to limp away from your home in the crack of dawn, but it also feels just as endearing when he seeks you out or if you do the seeking, you could see how genuinely delighted sampo is to have you near him.

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JING YUAN — certified cat boy that’s just too good at fucking [with] you

mercilessly sly and an absolute mastermind, jing yuan has his fair share of mischief in the first place and you aren’t one he can spare despite having the honor of being the famed general’s partner.

you’re not so much of a fighter, you’re just a humble assistant to fu xuan (she disapproves of your poor taste in men though), but you learned to sleep with one eye open at the cost of you getting completely mauled to death by a general in need of his lover’s touch. he jumps at you with little to no warning, and you’re not certain if you should be proud of his stealth skills or just straight up be terrified lest you wake up to a succubus sucking you dry.

all that aside though, jing yuan is a passionate partner behind closed doors. he might look passive, but he’s sure to constantly be listening to your mumbling, even down to you just listing down what you need to buy for your home. he loves every part of you undoubtedly.

though, he likes to randomly charge you these fees wherein the currency is your warm hug. he could be a lot taller than you and still drape himself to your side while you hold him with one arm all the while cooking with the other.

a big, biiiiig cat, that’s for sure. and he accepts it, but on the account that you use it to tease lil ol’ him, get ready to be milked dry or at the very least, deprived of any form of affection from your cat.

he’s got a bit of an attitude too. he dreads the fact that you have a far more gentle disposition to his subordinates compared to him. you’re always so hard on him on work days, it makes him feel so lonely.

alas he has a remedy for that, particularly something you didn’t like at all.

mischief and a bored jing yuan on slow days are days you reminded yourself not to enter his office on, just to be safe and not get lured into his silly tricks. it always somehow fails, considering that he still is the general, and even though you are acting as fu xuan’s guide/assistant more than the general’s right hand man, you can’t refuse his calls because it’s still one of your responsibilities.

your cunning partner made sure to take advantage of that and cue… you writhing and breathless on his seat while he helped himself to your… offering from under the table. he promises he will be quick, but jing yuan is insatiable. for every time this happens, once or twice, a cloud knight would walk in to look for their general, and you had to talk to them without even giving away the embarrassing position you’re in.

hands down, a pillow princess if he’s not riding you to death. he’s the dozing general, but when the mood calls for it, he can take charge and just… leave you dry. so good luck with that.

cherishes the aftercare, he loves the slow intimate moments between you and him after. and if you’re a god at it, you can’t ever make him leave the bed, ever.

you once said, “oooh big stretch” when your beloved general did so one morning. that was the first and quite possibly the last time that you had him completely speechless for a good second. and that was saying a lot, considering that he always has the last word in your conversations. it became a core memory lmao.

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BLADE — another ultra catboy… except it’s the kind of cat that demands a lot from you after scratching your face

how in the many worlds did you ever pull this tormented man and his big sword? it’s concerning, really. kafka finds it amusing though that you even managed to make a space for yourself in blade’s little emo heart.

just laying it out there, you and blade babysit silver wolf and there’s no getting out of it apparently. kafka already placed you as the voice of reason when the one time she sent out only blade to look after silver wolf while you were off stalking the astral express gang, he dressed like a hobo, so much that he became extremely suspicious in sight more than he ever could dressed as just himself.

that aside, blade is probably one of the most demanding lovers you have dated (threateningly jealous at times too). no one can top him (but you ehe), he’s like a grumpy cat, literally swiping at you on the first few months before suddenly caving and asking you for almost everything.

really he just misses you, but he’s not into admitting such a fact. for the years that he’s gone through, whatever it may have been, you who did not care about who he was before was something that drew him in even more, you went at your own pace and it was no different when you became his. there was a sense of comfort that you brought to him.

so anyway, demanding partner that wants nothing but you. he’s extremely protective, which you found endearing, until you realized he will point a sword even to a little kid who so much as insults your face. not really good when you’re gathering intel when elio asks you both to do so.

dates with blade either includes the stellaron hunters because they are very fond of your relationship and are very nosy… or just you and him cooped up in your room, sleeping together, or ‘sleeping together’. not all too grand, but on missions that elio sends you both out on, you take the time to indulge your beloved and eat on different places, trying out delicacies of every particular world you visited in. blade doesn’t say much, but with the way his hand grips onto yours tightly already says a lot.

just throwing it out there, he is… quiet in bed. a grunter or a gasper, but if you really, really hit the right spot, he gives the deepest whine that leaves him shaking.

you either handle him with care or if he asks for it, go rough on him. like what was said, blade knows what he wants and will demand it from you all the same, no exceptions. and if you fail to live up to his expectations, he will move himself all the while glaring at you with so much disappointment.

he has… insane stamina, and if you can’t keep up, you better start working on that. the last thing that you want is to disappoint your vengeful boyfriend that has a lot of issues on his back. and while it’s not too bad of a sight to see your beloved imitate a sulking cat, it’s not so good when he ignores you. it’s not just about sex, if you so much as get that disappointing stare, best make it up to him and treat him like he’s your everything (as you should).

you once saw kafka and silver wolf planning out wedding destinations for you and blade at some point. you are unsure how to feel about your comrade’s deep involvement in your relationship — even more so when elio suggested the big wedding after you lot have accomplished your mission to the universe.

anyway, to say the least, your catboy is overly possessive and knows what he wants and can and will demand it from you. but even with such an overbearing personality and a terrifying look on his pretty face, you were already well versed in the blade language.

he thanks you on nights when you’re just out cold, probably tired from a mission, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. this man may have already considered elio’s proposal of the wedding date (jk).

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DAN HENG — third cat in a row. are all xianzhou men cats? but he’s the cat that’s quietly watching you, always listening

what do you mean he’s a [redacted for spoilers]? absolutely not. this man is a cat through and through.

the cat that silently watches you from afar while you do your own work. perhaps it’s because you always offer a sense of tranquility that dan heng found himself deeply enamored with you. you were just… so peaceful. it helped a lot, your presence soothed his deeply rooted anxieties born from his past. it’s as simple as you just shrugging and telling him, “why bother with anything else when i am alright where i am right now,” and dan heng fell hard.

you are as expressive as you can get, and can even get on the trailblazer and march’s antics. but the fact that you were mature enough to let yourself be resigned to the fate of time, that you were able to accept things as they are far better than anyone could, it was something your dearly beloved dan heng admired. in a sense, he also wanted to emulate whatever you’ve got going on.

bettering himself even more just because he loves you? goals. you changed this man and that was a sworn promise that he will never ever leave you from then on. always prowling around you, babysitting march 7th with you, reluctantly holding the trash the trailblazer rummages through with you, teaching old man welt how to use his beacon with you, etc.

that’s it, you can never pry dan heng out of your life anymore (unless you ask him to, in which case, please don’t, the man already has a lot to carry, how do you expect him to bear the weight of a broken heart from someone he thought he found happiness in?).

this catboy definitely lacks the expressiveness that you have, but just like any other stoic cat owner out there, you’ve basically read him well at that point. it’s almost as if you have the urge to make a guidebook about your boyfriend, and the aeons know that everyone in the astral express will eat it up.

he’s a little hard to coax at first to be more open in the beginning parts, but give him some time and he will be quicker to pry open than any other food that has an equally hard shell.

same thing in your more… intimate moments. give him some time to get used to things, especially if you’ve got far more experience at this sort of activity. go gentle, he loves the cradling embrace every time you ease yourself into him. he gets shy randomly out of nowhere in the middle of your little session, so do be patient.

though rest assured, he will grow bolder, eventually asking you to do all sorts of things that even you weren’t aware he knows about. he’s very eager to learn from you all the more, not just about the things that he prefers but what you also want! he’s extremely observant with your reactions, where you like to be touched.

let him take control every once in awhile, let him know that even in something as intimate as this, he can have a say. let him ride you until whenever, let him go at his own pace and he absolutely will lose his mind over that. the feeling of your arms around him, securing him in a tight hug while he drapes himself over you? dan heng will go nuts.

he’s also… very vocal. but he tries his best to keep it to a minimum lest you both let everyone in the express know what’s happening. usually though, you two only get frisky when everyone’s off the train and the only left are you, him, and dear ol’ pom-pom.

aftercares are everything to him, there’s something so touching at the fact that you are more than willing to still get up after being so spent just to make sure he’s comfortable after. you’re making this man cry, damnit! too good, too good.

never underestimate the tight grip he has on you — he’s usually the big spoon and he never hesitates to cling onto you. you’re like the safety that he finally found after running away from the things that trouble him. and every day with you is a day he always looked forward in waking up to.

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CAELUS — what the fuck is this? it’s not a dog or a cat. it’s a fucking trash panda.

ah yes, a raccoon with rabies (see: stellaron)

honestly, there’s no telling what is wrong with your boyfriend. it is… terrifying tbh. but you promised to be a supportive partner no matter how unnerving it is to see your beloved rummage through myriads of trash cans around belobog. more than once or twice, he has come up to you with a trash bag and even brought you a golden one.

you once asked what their use would be, and caelus just gave you a carefree smile while saying “we eat them to have better and stronger attacks against the enemy!” you quickly called dan heng and march to restrain him.

he texts you at the most ungodly hours. you don’t normally sleep at the same time as the other trailblazers since you took up the mantel in keeping watch of the express with pom-pom while the lot of you traversed through the heavenly galaxies of the universe. and because of that, your boyfriend just texts you until he falls asleep.

and when you are asleep in the day, before he heads out, he makes sure to tuck you in real good with a kiss for extra measure. seriously, he’s way too sweet for his own good. once or twice, you’ve caught him while you’re barely awake and he still manages to leave you flustered.

missions in different worlds means having to taste the myriad of delicacies a certain nation in a world has to offer. you both once ended up in a remote broken up island when the express made a quick stop in this one particular world that has… what do they call those again? archons? and you and caelus went ham on the dango milk (there was a distinct lack of trash cans around and everyone was safe from his addiction).

he loves you all too much, to the point where he’s attached to your hip, going wherever you go. getting all sulky when someone had your eye for a little bit longer. in that same nation in a world you stopped over, your eyes just happened to gaze a second longer at this young man with long braided blonde hair. though you were more interested in the tiny floating thing beside him, your raccoon was not able to inhale some copium and went all pouty at you.

either he ignores you, or he sends you a batch of sad pom-pom stickers in your beacon.

just wrap him in a blanket and fuck him silly, it can make him forget about the tiny things he was mad at you for. and just like dan heng, he can be very loud. so you kinda have to keep shushed up, a kiss usually does the trick however, so it shouldn’t be too hard to manage your little rowdy trailblazer.

he’s willing to take charge every now and then, he also still wants to make you feel good, after all! but he’s more of a pillow princess too, fuck him sideways and that gets him going, it makes him cry actual tears and alas, it was a blessing in your eyes to see him plead for you all the while trying to muffle his own sobs.

and after doing his head in, it is a must to spoon him after you clean him up. and maybe formulate a half-assed response when march comes knocking on your door, asking if you both fought or… let her come to an impending realization and just… make her not look at the both of you for a good week straight.

either way though, caelus is your pretty boy, always armed with witty teasing remarks and shitposts and a lot more stickers of pom-pom ready to flood your private messages with him.

10/10 -5 for the trash can obsession. ehe.

#you might be asking #wheres luocha or welt #well #i still have honkai trauma #particularly otto trauma LMAO #meanwhile old man welt #i feel like a homewrecker since he literally has a son and a speculated wife answimef #dw i will write #I PROMISE I HAVE SOMETHING IN STORE #maybe i’ll post it tmrw? #maybe #For now have this shitpost #hsr x reader #hsr x male reader #honkai star rail x male reader #gepard x male reader #sampo x male reader #jing yuan x male reader #blade x male reader #dan heng x male reader #caelus x male reader #jhuzen’s stupid hcs

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I’m begging for more EDD X READERS AND TOM X READER PLSPSLPSPSL I NEED MORE EDDSWORLD CONTENT UGHHHHHHH🙏🙏

Turn the Noise Off | Eddsworld Tom x Reader

HELLO, HI OH MY GODS!!! I am BEYOND happy to provide more Eddsworld content for you!! They've been one of my longest and most present hyperfixations for years, those four boys bring me so much serotonin. Since I don't write for him as often as I should, here's some Tom content!! I hope you enjoy and please feel free to ask for more!! Waking up to your request made me feel so so nice!

Warnings: Comfort, Fluff, Astraphobia, Tom is a big softie and I'm RIGHT

Words: 2.3k

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Fear can be irrational.

You know that. That's why children and even adults can be scared of silly things that reasonably can't hurt them.

Clowns, darkness, dentists, enclosed spaces…

…thunderstorms.

You weren't sure why exactly you were scared of thunderstorms. It had been like this since you were little. The moment you noticed the faintest flash of lightning, you'd rush out of your room and wiggle your way into your parents' bed, fearfully awaiting the booming noise that followed. Now, as an adult, you can handle it in minor doses. Light rain, faint thunder; it made you apprehensive, but you could distract yourself enough to stay calm. It was the stronger storms that set you off.

Like now.

It was probably around 6 or 7 p.m. The sun had set half an hour ago, leaving the sky outside the window an inky black. You were alone in the house - the boys had left to go shopping and pick up dinner. Knowing them, they'd probably be gone for another hour or so.

Normally, you wouldn't be so bad. You were an adult. You can handle a silly storm.

Not this time. Not tonight.

Your noise cancelling headphones were dead.

Sure, you could stick them on the charger easily. But they would take too long to charge. The storm would probably be gone by the time they finished. And in the meantime, you would have still been stuck in this same position. Besides, your brain was running off anxiety, you weren't exactly thinking clearly.

You were in the living room, since you had been watching one of your favorite shows on TV previously. The storm had interfered with the connection, so you couldn't continue watching it in the time being, even if you wanted to. Feeling antsy on the couch, and not being able to find a comfortable position on the soft cushions, you had slid yourself down to the carpeted floor instead. It was soft, but the texture was still a little rough against your skin. It kept you grounded slightly. Enough to know you were there, in your body still. Legs pulled up to your chest, you hid your face in your knees, eyes shut tight. You listened to the torrents of rain crash against the roof, the walls, the windows, battering at the house like an intruder attempting to break in. The thunder rattled the earth, shaking the ground with the power of its volume. Despite the little voice in your head telling you that the storm would pass, you couldn't help but be afraid.

You were going to die. You were going to die. You were going to-

You flinched when something touched the top of your head. With a wet gasp, your head shot up. Was it really an intruder, entrance hidden underneath the violence of the storm?

No, it was… Tom. Dressed in his normal hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. He knelt on the floor in front of you, making sure he was level with you. Even though the black hue of his eyes made it impossible to see any emotion in them, you saw that his lips were bent into a soft frown. Concern. His lips moved, going to speak, but his words were drowned out by a crash of thunder. You involuntarily whimpered, unable to hold the noise back from your throat. Burying your face back in your knees, you missed the way Tom's eyes widened as he realized what was happening.

The hand on your shoulder slid down to your bicep. You could feel the warmth of his skin seep into your bones as his fingers wrapped around it. He pulled -

-and then you were surrounded by the warmth. Your face pressed into something warm. Solid. The familiar scent of coffee and something woodsy with the faintest hint of smoke - fire or cigarettes, you could never figure out - completely filled your senses. It was Tom. He had pulled you into a hug.

You felt your muscles go slack. Pulling your face from his chest, you peeked up at him. He was already looking down at you. Still no emotions in those eyes. But you felt his hands cup your cheeks, gently, as if you were made of glass. His thumbs swiped away the tears that you hadn't even noticed were spilling. They stung your cheeks.

His voice was soft, like he was speaking to a frightened animal. That's what you felt like at that moment.

"Talk to me, sweet girl."

Something in the back of your brain slid into place at the name. An instinctual piece of you that melted into his arms, knowing you were safe right there. You fought past the thick lump of saliva in your throat to speak. Voice raw from tears and anxiety.

"It's just.. the storm."

"I gathered that much. What is it the storm itself? Or something about it?"

There was no malice or bite in his voice. Only tenderness and worry. Care.

"It's, um, the thunder? Or how- how loud it is. And how the rain is loud. It's stupid, I know…"

You sniffled and looked down at your lap, fidgeting with your fingers. Tom said nothing. It scared you for a moment. That fear intensified when you felt him move, beginning to slide you out of his embrace. Your fingers flew up, curling into the fabric of his hoodie as you clung to his shoulders. He did think it was stupid. He was going to leave you all alone, make you get over this by yourself-

"I'll be right back, baby. Gotta let me go get something."

Finally, you relented. He set you back on the carpet, standing up. You stared at the floor, listening to his socked footsteps fade away. You silently counted the seconds until his footsteps returned, his legs coming into your field of vision. Something fell onto your head before you could look up at him. It was fabric, and carried that woodsy scent of his. Your hand curled into the fabric, pulling it off your head and into your lap. Even in the limited light, you could identify the blue color. It was his hoodie.

Eagerly, you slipped it on over your t-shirt. He wasn't too much taller than you compared to the others, but the material still swallowed you in a way that you loved. It was like a safety net for your brain. When your head finally emerged through the hood, he was already sitting back down in front of you. The smile on his face made your heart skip a beat. It wasn't often you got to see him being so soft.

Tom reached forward, slipping something slightly heavier onto your head. When it was over your ears, you felt all the noise in the room disappear. You looked up at him in awe, making his smile stretch further. He had brought you his own noise cancelling headphones.

With the sounds of the storm cut away, you focused in on his appearance more closely. Since you were wearing his hoodie, he was left in a t-shirt. His hair was mussed, strands of it out of place. You figured he had recently gotten out of bed. When Edd had announced to you that they were going out, you assumed he meant all four of them. Tom must have chosen to stay behind. You weren't sure if it was because of a simple lack of desire to leave the house, or if he didn't want to leave you in the house by yourself. The idea of the latter option made your heart speed up, even if it wasn't true.

You noticed he was looking at you expectantly. When your head tilted in confusion, his shoulders shook. He was laughing at you. While the rare sight warmed your cheeks, you pouted at him in embarrassment. Why was he laughing at you?

Your eyes followed his when he motioned down. His phone was in his hand, screen towards you as it sat open to Spotify. Your gaze raked down the playlists on display. The Best Ska, Quiet Rainy Days, Shut the Fuck Up, Tord-

This were his playlists. You looked up at him in shock. To some, this may have seemed mundane. Unimportant. But you knew better.

In a house with boys who had never known conventional forms of affection, you had learned to spot the little things. To read between the lines of their words and actions.

Music was one of Tom's love languages. It was no secret to anyone that the man loved music, playing bass was his joy and passion during the moments that he didn't have a camera in his hands. For him, sharing his music with others was a show of affection, a glimpse into his brain through lyrics and instrumentals. And right now, he was letting you look through his Spotify playlists and choose one to listen to. Sure, you had listened to his music before in the car, when he had control of the aux. But during those times, he picked the playlists. Now, he was giving you control. It felt… vulnerable, in a way.

Carefully, hands trembling lightly, you took the phone from his hands. You could swear that from your peripheral vision, you caught him grinning. Almost like he was amused with how reverently you treated this act.

Then, you focused your attention on the playlists. There were a lot of them, you realized as you scrolled. Some of the names made you laugh softly. But then, one playlist caught your attention.

She's Standing Outside the Bar with Me while I Smoke

That was way too specific to not be something important. The playlist cover was a picture of a blurry figure standing outside of a building, looking up at the stars. Smoke from somewhere off camera gave the picture a hazy filter. With a jolt, you realized it was a picture of you. You recognized the building, it was the bar in town that Tom liked. The memory hit you suddenly.

It was Tord's birthday, and the boys wanted to go out drinking to celebrate it. Not wanting to miss out on the celebration, you had tagged along. None of them minded.

The bar was nice. You saw why Tom favored it. The décor was all dark wood and dark accents. It was crowded that night. Judging by the big group at the corner of the place, it was likely some kind of party. Maybe a bachelorette, or someone else's birthday. At some point, it had gotten too loud. Even from your little booth on the other side of the room, the music pulsed loud enough that you felt it throb in your head. To try and lessen the inevitable headache coming your way, you followed Tom when you noticed him slip out of the booth and through the front door. The night air had been a comfort to your senses. Tom had seemed surprised to see you, but didn't complain about the company. The two of you stood on the little wood ramp in a peaceful silence. At some point, you had gotten distracted by the night sky, spotting Orion's belt. He must have taken a picture of you during that time, between puffs of his cigarette.

Your cheeks heated up. That meant… this playlist.. was made for that memory. For you. You clicked on that playlist.

Tom must have noticed your blush, because he raised an eyebrow questioningly at you. Shyly, you showed him the playlist he selected. It was his turn to look away, flustered. But, you spotted a smile on his lips.

You set the phone on the ground between the two of you, focusing on the song that was playing. It was slow, calm, and so very Tom. The lyrics made something tight press against your chest. This was how Tom felt about you. This was a hint of how he saw you. You could feel his eyes on you, trying to decipher your reaction.

Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes. He looked more antsy than you had ever seen him. It was important to him that you liked it. You made sure that your eyes held all the adoration you felt for him. It must have worked, because you noticed the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks. His chest moved in what you recognized as a huff, then he reached an arm out, pulling you into his arms once again. All over again, your body melted into his hold. You closed your eyes.

No storm could reach you here.

You were safe.

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Edd huffed as he opened the front door, shuffling in to try and escape the rain. Tord and Matt followed behind him, holding the grocery bags while Edd carried the takeout they had gotten everyone for dinner.

Just as Edd was about to call out, announcing their presence, Tord's elbow jabbed into his side. He grunted softly, then glared at him. Before he could snap, ask what the hell that was for, Tord pointed off to the side. Edd's gaze followed that direction.

Sitting on the living room floor was Tom, his back pressed against the couch. You were in his arms, face buried in his chest, wearing his hoodie. Edd recognized the black and white checker pattern on the headphones you were wearing - they were also Tom's. Both of you were fast asleep, chests rising and falling evenly.

Edd felt all his annoyance with Tord bleed away into tenderness at the sight. Joy filled his chest. He just couldn't help it as he shuffled the takeout bags onto one arm and pulled out his phone, snapping a silent picture of the two.

Muffling little giggles, Matt quickly ushered Tord and Edd into the kitchen, leaving you and Tom to sleep undisturbed.

#eddsworld #eddsworld tom #eddsworld tom x reader #eddsworld x reader #requested

[ravensmadreads]

Ok so hear me out…what if there was a gym au with all the boys…🤔

You meet Joel in the weights section. He helps you with your form and then helps you with your aches afterwards 🤭

Javi P is a cardio king, he’s gotta be able to run after all. You meet him at the treadmills but he has a better suggestion for some cardio you can do together 🫠

Dieter is in a dance or aerobics class. He’s good with a rhythm, and it always boosts his serotonin. He takes you out dancing afterwards and we know where that leads 😌

Ezra is doing yoga. He loves the stretch. He helps you perfect your downward facing dog form 😏

I can’t think of any other boys rn but…what if…what if I’ve been thinking too much about this…what if I opened a new doc…

GIDEON?!?!?!?!

*raven.exe has stopped working*

I'M DEAD???

Me @ this:

Okokok so hold on lemme catch up with your big beautiful brain!!

Joel is DEFINITELY weights. He's hovering behind you, acting as your spotter, and then he puts his gigantic warm hands all over you: "correcting your form darlin' ". he chats a mile a dozen about his girls as he distracts you while you wheeze your way through the last set! he blushes all the way to the tips of his ears trying to ask you out before he absolutely destroys your 🐈 in the car???

Omg YOU DID NOT JUST BRING SWEATY JAVI P INTO THIS IM CRYINGGGGGGGGG. I WILL DO CARDIO WITH HIM ANY DAY !! (Idk if i can keep up but i bet he can make me 😉😉) ok but he gets on the elliptical with that tight butt and he definitely catches you staring SHAMELESSLY.

Oooooh but you're so right about Dieter?? You know those Zumba or pole dancing classes??? YEP THAT'S WHERE DIETER IS. the man can move his hips!! He will absolutely one hundred percent give u a lap dance. Idec that im so far off your idea rn i just want his sweaty curls on top of me.

I haven't really dipped my toe in the Ezra fandom yet, but that blonde streak of hair is very distracting. And that voice 🥵🥵🥵 yes please bend me in a pretzel sir 🫠🫠🫠

What if you opened the google doc... what if i wrapped u in a blanket burrito and made out with you (with consent ofc)... what if i fed u snacks... what if i proposed marriage..

#i was thinking marcus pike needs to be in on this #maybe like the punch bag or advanced martial arts or something #i need him #im insane about him #to be fair im pretty much insane about everything #i had to do a 100 squats today (my trainer is sadistic) and i was absolutely picturing joel underneath me the whole time #<< nobody saw this though #max lord would never set foot in a gym #atleast not a public one #omg gideon WE FORGOT DIN #HES THE ONE WITH THE MOST DEFINED MUSCLES AND THE TATTOOS #HE KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYTHING BUT HES SO SHYYYYY #and he has this little kid who he pops in the office with a book before he works out for an hour #you have absolutely not tried to “accidentally bump into him” pre/post shower #i would climb him like a tree #ok im out #raven screams #joel miller x reader #dieter bravo x reader #ezra x reader

[cheesus-doodles]

I just saw you reblogged the most to least likely to crush on y/n and I was wondering if there was ever an ask sent in on how all the platonic yanderes would act if we crushed on them. It's such an intoxicating idea to me like !!!!!!! I wonder who would welcome us with open arms and take care of us, I just love all the potential fluff PLUS the added spice of possessiveness 😏

Something about the thought of the boys being overjoyed that we like them just floods my brain with serotonin. Like I'm smiling as I type this!! I love seeing your reblogs of your older posts because I get to indulge in your stuff again.

Have a good day <3

ahhh thank you for your kind words akjsndsjkann! ayy hmm I don't know if I got sure an ask before - sorry to anyone who actually did send this in before :') enjoy!

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Confessing Your Crush

Yandere TR Boys

Plucking up the courage to confess your crush to your close friends was never going to be an easy task, but you being you, had a spur of the moment inspiration, and blurted everything out the instant the two of you were alone. Pouring your heart out about your crush on them, you can only squeeze your eyes shut waiting for their reaction.

Mikey and Izana would welcome your admission with open arms, whether they actually return your romantic feelings or not. These boys would be especially smug about it as well. Saying things like "of course you do, it's me" and making you confess again and again until your face turns red because they want to hear those precious words spilling from your lips - before they finally accept your confession and ask you out officially. Never gets old listening to you say that you loved them after all. But don't get them wrong, they aren't trying to embarrass you or anything; in fact, these two are absolutely elated. Over the moon. Of all of the boys around you, you fell for them. Wouldn't make a huge event of it, but both Mikey and Izana would still celebrate in some form, maybe take you out for a ride on their bike and grab a drink. Definitely encourage your crush to grow as much as they can, returning your love (whether they were pretending or not) so that you would never even think of leaving them. Their possessiveness over you probably wouldn't increase much given how much they already obsess over you and your attention, but these two boys would absolutely try to wield your crush on them against the others as an excuse to get even more time with you.

Kazutora on the other hand would instantly break down crying even before you started talking: he was already stressed from you asking to talk to him alone, assuming all the worse outcomes, like you wanting to leave him, you moving out of the country. You'll have to spend the next few minutes soothing him first before you can actually start your confession, but all your hard work goes down the drain the word "crush" spills from your lips because he immediately bursts into tears again. This baby boy absolutely can't believe his ears - you had a crush on someone like him? Hope you have nothing in your calendar and that you are comfortable, because he wouldn't be letting you go for a while as he processes what you just said, making you repeat yourself again and again so that Kazutora can be sure he heard right. It's to the point you stopped being embarrassed yourself, so you were kinda grateful. Accepts the moment his little head starts turning again, definitely brings you out to celebrate with a shared ice cream or bubble tea. Not sure how it's possible, but this boy gets even more possessive after you two started dating - clings harder than ever, refusing to let you go no matter what.

Koko wouldn't know know how to react to your confession. This boy would stumble to the closest seat, and just sit there gulping like a goldfish when you were done; doesn't even respond when you finally overcame your embarrassment and try to gently poke him for a reply, for a sign of life even. Eyes staring blankly ahead, you can probably clearly see the gears stuck trying to turn behind his eyes. Of course, you being you, decided to just patiently wait for the boy to figure things out. Koko would suddenly spring back to life, whirling around to look for you only to realize you were still there in the same spot. Flushing to the roots of his hair while rushing to reply to you. Wants so bad to immediately accept your confession and ask you out, but can't help rambling about how he was so lucky, and how you wouldn't regret it, about school and Inupi maybe, before finally getting to the point. Expect an all-out lavish celebration following this, Koko would be more than happy to spend on you and on this special day. Inupi gets somehow roped in as well. Possessiveness spikes quite a bit after you two start dating - you don't get to be alone quite as often anymore, finding your now-boyfriend trying to follow you around everyone and sicking the Black Dragons on anyone he deemed the slightest threat.

Rindo and Taiju would straight up just deny that you had a crush on them. These very grumpy boys definitely heard your confession right (you repeated it again just to make sure), but for one reason or another just simply can't accept that you did. Tells you that you are mistaken and that you didn't in fact love them, and that it was just a crush, a phase that would pass, which would absolutely wretch your heart in two. But unknown to you, its not that these two boys don't return your love, its more like they're internally panicking and have no idea how to react to this surprise sprung on them. You'll be crying after being so brutally rejected (or so you think), and they still won't let you leave, letting you sob into their chest and tug at their clothes while patting your back, all but piggy backing you to the nearest cafe to buy you ice cream. But no matter how much their words did hurt, neither Rindo nor Taiju would let you take it back - they indirectly accepted your confession a few days later at a 'celebration' they never told you about, so guess you're dating now. Get so much more possessive over you and your time and attention - these two boys now see it as their responsibility to keep you safe at all times, including teaching you not to be so easily 'influenced' by others, so be prepared to be the unwitting close for so much beatings much to the pain and horror of your schoolmates.

Ran and Hanma would most likely already expect what you had to tell them from the start, maybe even a few days before when you had made up your mind to get it out and over with. You had asked to speak to them alone, but for reasons you didn't understand, they turned up with a cup of your favourite drink already in hand. These two boys would take the opportunity to tease you non-stop about your little crush on them the moment you are done, telling you that you were so cute to have a crush on them, and that they were flattered by your innocent crush. Outright playing with your head, messing with what you said, making you repeat yourself again and again insisting that you weren't lying and that your crush was genuine - to the point you don't even realize Ran and Hanma had accepted your confession half an hour ago and that you had transitioned to talking about your day. And you don't realize it until you find yourself at home after spending the whole day out and about with them, your new boyfriend having you brought you around to all your favourite spots in celebration. These two see no reason to get any more possessive about you since you do the work for them, happy to stick close to them - minimal work for them to threaten the remaining few irritating dirtbags away from you.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev #tokyorev x reader #mikey x reader #izana x reader #koko x reader #kazutora x reader #rindou haitani x reader #ran haitani x reader #taiju x reader #hanma x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev #kazutora #sano manijro #kurokawa izana x reader #tokyorev yandere #cheesus answers #sno-leopards

[derelictheretic]

OC TAG GAME

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @strangefae and @detectivelokis !! Ty 💕💕💕

Not quite sure whose done this since i've been. absent. so i'mma send tags out to @deputyash @bluemojave @adelaidedrubman @bl-beater @jollybone @clicheantagonist @florbelles @unholymilf @henbased @ishwaris @megraen @shellibisshe @trashcatsnark @v0idbuggy @wewillryesagain No pressure as always !!

Favourite OC

Currently I would say Lola is holding that spot, she's fun to draw and write for and I just spin her in my brain like a rotisserie chicken all day she brings me so much joy to think about. She's also my first transfem OC so she,,,,, is so special 2 me <3

My consistent faves of all time tho are my boy Damien (my half demon half vamp man), my girl Lucy (She is a unicorn shifter and I Adore she sooooo much) and ofc my creacher Dean uvu

Oldest OC

Damien!! He's from my first original story I ever made and I've had him for 7 to 8 years!! He rotates in my head forever even tho I barely talk about him 👉👈 His story has changed a few times but his design has stayed pretty consistent! He means the world to me and so does his story and one day I will bring it to life ashsjsjs

Newest OC

That would be Lola!!!! I'd been wanting another unhinged lady to play around with and felt like having a pink murder lady as well and thus Lola was born 🥺 She brings serotonin and I love playing around with her relationships with the other characters!

Meanest OC

Hmmm this is a tough one but it's probably Heather! Heather is actively mean on purpose and loves her passive aggression and tearing people down through her words. She smiles while pointing out all ur insecurities and faults and will laugh if u cry <3 bestest worstie wife ever <333

I have a few other mean OC's like Rilo (Demon lord) but he's on a much bigger scale of wanting to commit genocide against all supernatural creatures soooo he's just like evil less so just mean. Very smile in ur face while he obliterates ur very atoms kinda vibe,, hate him so <3

Softest OC

This is impossible I have too many softies,, But probably Lucy! She's a pacifist and just has the biggest heart, she's very empathetic and always wants to help people even if there is nothing she can do in a situation. She also is just very soft in nature like she has a gentle touch and soft voice and sweet eyes that will make u cry and tell her all ur problems while she holds u.

Most aloof/standoffish

I have a few of these too lol I'd say it's a tie between Michael, Silas (Eldritch horror slasher) or Pheonix (Marvel OC besties with Wade). Silas probably wins because he doesn't tolerate talking to humans in any circumstance and just seeing him tends to send people running. Silent, brooding, grumpy eldritch horror man my beloved.

Smartest OC

I have a sentient AI OC called HEXX and he has knowledge from all across the galaxy (being an AI for a spaceship he needs it lol) so I'd say that'd be him! Ask him anything and he has the answer, just don't ask him about love bc he will have his 1010th identity crisis and the ship will suffer it's 1010th failing and emergency landing :)

Dumbest (affectionate) OC

Hmmm i'm gonna say my baby boy Ky bc he's my literal himbo lmao He has zero thoughts in his pretty little head!! Only loving friends and having fun!!!! Golden retriever boy only know eat hot food and love everyone!!!!! No but he genuinely is so,, so stupid,,, the one thing he can somehow do on his own is cook, baking is off limits he will burn down the kitchen......

OC's I'd be friends with irl

I have a few I think it'd get along with so I'll narrow it down to three!

Piper; We would vibe in a makeshift tree house and play video games and I'd listen to her gush over women (Faith) for hours and she'd judge my horrid taste in men <3 She'd probably also beat me in poker and steal all my money.

Fredrick; my genderfluid god would take me to so many concerts and drag me across the country to get something they bought off of eBay and I would have a blast.

My lil tech nerd Keiden; he likes coding and games, I can kind of code and like games, it just makes sense. We'd play raft and Minecraft and make epic structures and talk about what we would do different with the game mechanics.

#nervous about putting my non fandom ocs I always feel self concious talking abt them lol #but I love them and I wanna talk about them more........ #misc: tag game #oc: Lola Darling #oc: Michael Sinclaire #oc: Piper Vasquez #oc: Damien Bryne #oc: Lucy Collins #oc: Fredrick Collins #oc: Heather Lucille Valentine #oc: Rilo #oc: Ky Cartier

[yasashiiku]

ramble under the cut, abt my activity, my Shou portrayal, some other stuff that i just wanna get off my chest, honestly don't know what this is but yeah shoo shoo if you don't want negativity cuz it's there. tw for mention of irl wars, no details

i feel like??? im making people uncomfortable in a way??? I don't know how or from where exactly this feeling came to be & most likely it just me overthinking over faint and small matters but like. i still feel that way and i want to acknowledge it. i know im a multi & all I've been doing is being Shou brained with bits of Kyojuro here & there and it makes me feel weird & guilty, i love my other muses and i have so many ideas for them but i barely have brains for anything that gives me instant serotonin with how life's been going, not many of you know but a war is ongoing where I live, we are safe, we are housing refugees, and then there is the stress the comes with everything, I don't want to add drastic details, I just hope it makes my state of mind and my slowness to reply to things understandable.

Aside from that, I worry over the way my portrayal of Shou is perceived, I have no idea if it's noticeable from outsider pov but I am going for darker themes, he's a teenager going through your typical "tragic backstory", with an environment full of questionable adults & endangering situations on a daily basis, it's going to be anguish & genuinely disturbing at times & tagged properly, and I want to explore it just like that cuz sometime people face unspeakable things, and they make it out alive and they learn to heal & that brings peace to me, Shou (at least in his main verse) isn't just a good kid, he is genuinely violent and cruel and has seen so much shit it's practically ruining him, he's the boy behind an antagonistic that never came to be, but he is still a boy with enough innocence to love his family & care for his pets and try to be kind, I'm trying to balance both sides of this boy. Im saying all that because such darker themes are more common within blogs with adult muses & not the younger ones like what I'm doing here, and I want it to be clear that if you're not comfortable abt the way my portrayal is- please don't feel compelled to write with me just cuz he's my main focus or in consideration of my feelings.

I've been considering moving Shou to his own blog again & making it even more private, to feel enough investment in him cuz i have so much more in store for him, to get rid of the guilt of not writing other muses and feeling like im making some mutuals stick around for nothing, I think I just want everyone to be honest, and not feel like they HAVE to stick around, cuz I don't want to tie anyone with things that may disturb them or even just things they aren't interested in. I'd be the happiest if both sides are writing things they're genuinely happy to write! because that's the point we're all here for right???

#yeah #I think this is ?? a common experience for multis??? #this is my first time being active on one so im just *static noise coming out of my head* #so many feelings #thank you if you've read this far ♡♡♡ i really appreciate #have a wonderful day plz don't let the heat vibe check you ♡ #⤷ ᯽･ﾟ: peachy matters | general. #rant / #negativity / #appreciate it* #it's midnight i cant TYPE #tw ; irl war

[mammameesh]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

I'm just now getting to my laptop. Since I've done this here

I'll tell you 5 of my favorites of yours and give you a sneak peek at part 2 of Sunscreen as a very late birthday treat?

Dracontine Series Now Every time I hear "shake like a polaroid picture" I think of Dragon!Patrick and smile.

Goodnight, Sweatheart I often read this before bed to wind down. Like it's serotonin for my brain.

Plant Your Love and Let It Grow This is a lovely look at Patrick's Garden through a year.

May Showers I think you captures each boys voice/head so well in so few words.

If I could hold you for a million years This was an amazing feat of 100 ways to say I love you and it was such a joy to follow along.

Patrick is left dazed. The man in black was here and gone in a flash. Who is he? He was so expressive. Handsome. Friendly? Patrick looks around. He is left with very few clues. Luckily, Patrick loves a good mystery. Oh. He left behind the tube of sunscreen. Patrick picks it up and turns it around in his hand. Rosebud Apothecary, eh?

I'm workshopping the name of RA since this is an AU. Happy very very late birthday, my friend. you are such a treasure to our little fandom and so many of your words have brought me so much joy, I hope this brings a little joy to you too <3

#meesh gets mail #actually emptying my inbox

[cerise-on-top]

A Day After

I am hungover as all hell right now, I'm surprised I can still stand and all! So! What better thing to do than to imagine a beautiful streamer girl taking care of you after beating your butt at Mario Kart!

Thank you to @parasocialitevn for allowing me to write for her and making a female yandere vn! I am blessing you for this! I hope this is good enough!

Ah, the misery that had crept upon you, ever so silently from a crater of your own making. Whereas children outside spent their time making their cheer known to the world at a frequency most unpleasant to you, you could do naught but frown. For the intensity at which they experienced life did not match your own. Whereas boy and girl would fight dragons with swords of sticks and ammunition of stone, you were trapped inside, your head pounding as much as your heart did not too long ago. For as painful as it all had seemed, it was nature’s course: You were hungover from last night.

A bucket next to you, emptied anytime it had been refilled, brought a smell of utmost foulness with it. Memories of last night flooded your brain whenever you as much as took a whiff of its stench. Even so, you had to admit, it was a pleasant night altogether. Drinking in solitude may have been frowned upon, both by society and yourself, with both parties in agreement that it might be a pathetic and lonely custom, but you had company in your misery. Company, that nursed you back to health, or at least tried to.

“My love, you should drink some water and eat some toast. It’s said that it soaks up the stomach acid!”

It almost felt as though your wife was taking care of you with how gentle she was being. A glass of water in one hand, a plate of toast in the other, all the while a lovestruck smile was on her face. By no means did it go unnoticed by you, but you had bigger problems than considering your crush was acting like your wife. “Eden, you’re such a sweetheart, I have no idea however I should repay you.”

Upon being called a sweetheart, her grin only grew in size as it seemed for a moment she was shaking from merely a word. With pride in her steps and a straight back, she made her way towards you, who was sitting on your bed, head in your hands as you’re hunched over, considering your life choices. A sigh escaped you as she set down the plate and glass on the nightstand next to you. When a weight settled down next to you, not even then could you bring yourself to look up. Still, having someone look out for you like this felt nice. Memories of last night flashed before your eyes as you wondered how your companion hadn’t been as affected as you were.

Heaving a sigh, you finished in place just after her, meaning you had to take another shot. Her eyes, filled with glee and remorse, were telling that Eden intended for you to win instead. After all, a professional streamer wouldn’t end up in 6th place, just behind you, for the majority of the race. Still, it must have felt nice to her, to win. What are video games for if not the serotonin boost of beating a hard boss, or perhaps winning against your friends and family in a friendly, but heated, racing game.

“Sorry, Y/N, but if it makes you feel better, I can take a shot with you.” She shot you a friendly smile, tilting her head as she put her controller on her lap. Playing with the joystick of it still, she reached for the glass filled with some cheap, disgusting wine. But you couldn’t have that. Yes, your performance was gradually getting worse, but at least you had an excuse for such. For as much as it made your face distort every time you even thought of taking another sip, it was strong enough.

Strong enough for you to feel its effects sooner than you thought you would.

Her pink eyes, her soft skin, it all looked so alluring. But then again, she was a streamer, a very pretty one at that, so she was bound to take care of herself to some degree. Though, you doubted she considered her simps too much, given how, even when struggling against you during a round of a video game of your choice, she still glanced over at you, making sure you were okay. If only you had been that oblivious. It didn’t need a detective to be able to tell that she was into you. Then again, her cheerful nature was contagious. The way she doted on you, the way she would brush her hand “accidentally” against yours. The way she would smile whenever she got to see you. The way she hid her squeals and held her face in her hands whenever you complimented her.

With little to no problem, she reached out to her glass, her intentions clear. It wasn’t until she almost brought it to her lips that you realised what she was actually doing. Naturally, you couldn’t have that. “Eden.” You gently grabbed her arm, tugging at it in hopes of getting her attention. “You silly goose, it’s my turn to drink, I lost, after all. It’s only fair!”

The nickname had her giggle a bit, but ultimately, she put her glass down, watching you as you downed another shot, cringing at its taste. Coughing a bit, you set down your beverage as well, yearning for the moment you could finally drink something else. Your perception may have been altered, feeling woozy as well as a pounding in your head already, but you could have sworn Eden sighed as she took in your drunken state. It was surprising she could still be into you, even when you were about to pass out. Then again, it was hard to not feel the same way about her. In vino veritas, but by no means were you drunk enough yet to confess to her.

“M gonna bring ya down, Eden. Next round.”

“Haha, next round indeed. I believe in you, Y/N.”

The way she said your name, it was hard to believe she hadn’t rolled onto her stomach, kicking her legs in the air while giggling, yet.

While it felt like a surprise at first, soon enough you relaxed into her touch as she gently rubbed soothing circles into your back. “How are you feeling?” Her voice was as soothing and gentle as lying in a field of grass during a warm spring day. Certainly, there weren’t too many things you remembered from last night, not after your last consecutive loss against her, but it was still nice. You felt safe with her. Had she done anything with and to you, you likely would have remembered. But no, nothing. You didn’t feel disgusted, you didn’t feel sullied, you simply felt relaxed around her. While she may have been in love with you, you didn’t feel as though Eden would take advantage of you. Giving you a hug, perhaps, but that’s about it. Not that your touch starved self would be opposed to that anyway.

“M fine.” You sighed again, feeling your stomach get more upset. But it never turned into anything more. You were grateful to any and every deity out there for that.

“You really overdid it this time, didn’t you? I’m sorry. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you, it’s the least I can do.”

“Eden, you’re a heaven-sent.” Your entire body was pulsating as it took in her warmth, it was a surprise you hadn’t collapsed yet. But by Jove, when was the last time you had actually been touched like that? If being hungover like this was what it took to be this close to her, then maybe it was worth it after all. Twitching and shivering, you took the glass of water, barely capable of not spilling its contents. Downing it slowly, it felt so good, drinking something that wasn’t disgusting wine and cheap vodka. While it may not have alleviated your headache just yet, it sure felt like a life saver already.

Shifting closer until her leg touched yours, she put an arm around you, pulling her closer to her body. “Don’t you wanna eat something as well?”

“Oh hell no, that won’t stay down! Later, once I feel better. But thank you, don’t know where I’d be without you.” No protests whatsoever, not even the need for one, made themselves known as Eden put her head on your shoulder, sighing contently.

“Have it your way, but promise me you’ll eat. Please?” Goshdarnit, she was so adorable.

“Yeah, I promise.”

“Thank you.” And with that, she shifted her head a bit, enough so she can give you a kiss on the cheek. “I love you.”

#parasocialitevn #parasocialite #I am a certified woman enjoyer and I want Eden to smother me in kisses #hc that she would take care of hungover mc #god i can barely write right now I really need to go to bed #anyway thank you Modsu for making me simp for a streamer girl #I will kill and die for her and write more for her once I'm sober!

[eyelessdoll-y]

I don't know if yall would like but here's a curiosity that suddenly came to my head and I related this to Kanato. No, there's no explanation... these stupid random ideas, reasons and scenarios poorly written just come out of nowhere in my head.

Did you know that the fingertips and lips practically compete with each other to see which one has the largest set of nerve endings of the entire human body????

It has to do with the senses of the body, like touch that is not limited to a specific corner or part itself, and yes for all regions of our skin — aka the biggest organ of all our body. For just start, a SIMPLE touch of lips, tongue and saliva causes our systems to release into our body several amounts of hormones of pleasure, happiness and satisfaction, as dopamine, serotonin and others.

Every touch of fingers, lips.... 🧐🧐 do you know a diaboy who loves to kiss and play with fingers?? Rsrsrrsrsrss of course is Kanato. After all, what's the point of this blog if not him ?

I don't see him as a human, obviously, but seeing him as a creature, I wonder what his points would be and why he's so sensitive to it. Maybe he doesn't feel too much about this that we humans share among our species with such demand, but I sure as HELL throw my millions on the table and I BET Kanato must at least know how each impulse works. In addition to finding it cute, he feeds of our species. I know it may just be another one of kanato's peculiar tastes, but just to imagine.. Imagine kissing the softest human hand, doesn't matter which it is, but just…

*muac*. A delicate sound coming from the iciest smacking of lips you've ever felt, right at the very tips of your fingers. They are so sensitive, delicate......... I can't even imagine the amount of ** he must feel, just imagining what a human will feel with him.

Wanting to bite in his more sadistic nature, he knows he will cause his victim pain and will take great pleasure in it. But what about when the "abnormality" of the human body gives us pleasure in the midst of pain?

Curse the endorphin, which from the most basics we can know is the neurohormone present in the pituitary gland (in our brains🧠) that also acts when our receptors receive pain, trying to cloud everything with the purest sense of euphoria and pleasure. That's crazy. And I said abnormality because our stimuli can end up making us confused and liking something that our sensors act to repel.

"There's something wrong, we signal with pain and you like it?"

Azusa?!😳😳

(Pointing that there are differences. There's good pain, and bad pain. A whole vast psychoanalysis that addresses this also, it is not limited to just this hormone ok).

I remember I talked this week on a server with my bffs about Kanato liking to do these things, his longing for soft fingers; also relate now about this kink that makes he even want to break fingers in half and devour them. I just sent a gif of a boy snaging a woman's fingers and imediataly—

It's almost canon that Kanato has something with suction. Keeping his mouth busy... would you feel it? So sensitive, he makes such a huge impact on you. With a mere brush of lips, being as weak and dry as possible, would feel such strong things. A caress or joining of hands, such an intense sensation. Does he look big now?

AND IF we dared to do it with Kanato fingers, would he?? Of course, his super vampire body brings him a great amount of tolerance to pain, but what about sensitivity? Maybe he can get stimuli just imagining how would be feel all of that?? Having the fragile body of a human, being in a vulnerable position; have his soft colded lips forced counts a pair of hot lips, then, have his pale fingers pinched with passion...

What if it hurts, would he care? No.

Kanato knows, Kanato is a man. UGH I hate the fact that Rejet gives him only 17 and that boyish face. He does much more than we can imagine.

(( Ignore all this text if he have just a simple cute fingers fetish, no motives added. Nothing too explicit either, I hope you don't see me as weird, I just incorporated into something that I wanted to see something behind it (as always) )))

It's nothing new IK and someone has probably already written about this, I just don't remember or don't know now😭😭 Sorry once again for bothering yall with medicine and Kanato, I will give ALL credits to the sites where I researched. It was not today that I studied about and I also don't study medicine, it's pretty random even so I probably got something wrong, also I forgot about the sites BUT IT ALL GOES TO THEM!!! THANKS!!

#nothing #but all at the same time #kanato sakamaki #diabolik lovers #headcanons #lips and fingers #my random and short headcanon

[diovstheworld]

Star Boy - Donatello Versus

something not la squadra related for once. written just for fun in some moments of me being sad and needing a serotonin boost and this guy was on my mind :) sorry for any errors, i’m not from florida nor am i from anywhere warm (scotland’s weather is not the best lmaooo) so please bare with me and thank you for reading :) p.s. i apologise for my writing abilities, they get worse every time 😭

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The first thing Donatello felt was the chill of the summer wind against his sensitive ivory skin, the gentle breeze tickling the fluffy platinum blonde hairs on his slender arms. He wasn’t wearing his usual white hoodie adorned with blue pockets, though the garment wasn’t too far away from him, wrapped around his waist and grazing his slender hips. He didn’t anticipate that he would feel the cold but he thought it best to bring some sort of garment nonetheless. Plus he didn’t want to be sitting on the ground in just his jeans when he inevitably stopped for a break. After all, this walk didn’t have no purpose. The blonde took a few more steps down the pavement before a melody fluttered through the air that seemed to be coming from some beach party in the distance. Donatello could only see the smoke of a log fire (or perhaps a man made barbecue), but he knew the irritating sound waves of the bad pop song were bound to get stuck in his head later. For a brief moment, he contemplated silencing said beach party and the loud bass of the pop (actually, now he thought about it, it sounded more like rap) song by using Underworld to create some disaster. But even he thought this was rather extra to go to such extremes to silence some shitty music. Besides, he could always just put in his— his own thoughts were stopped as he felt around the front and back pockets of his dark wash denim jeans before his hands landed to a bulge in his hoodie pocket. Panic over. His beloved airpods were sleeping peacefully in their case. Not that this treasured possession of his even belonged to him. They belonged to some kid on the bus that had dropped them on accident, and, as the saying goes, finders keepers, right? Donatello hadn’t alerted Rikiel and Unaglo of this fact. Not that Unaglo would care, but Rikiel would probably go into panic mode of some sorts. Ah yeah, that dumb kid from the bus. He remembered him very well; the kid stunk of weed which he was desperately trying to mask with an overpowering dose of Lynx Africa (not very well Donatello might add). He remembered the boy’s attitude had stunk just as much as the stale odour that clung to his body. Donatello couldn’t help but feel that perhaps he deserved to lose his airpods after the way he shoved an old lady down the stairs. Though he didn’t dare utter those words out loud. He didn’t want to get any bad karma. He already had enough shitty luck to last him a lifetime and beyond. He was shocked this little blessing of good luck hadn’t caused a shit ton of bad luck to rain down on him if he was being totally honest. Plus it seemed a waste of his time to overreact on silly little events of the past right now. Though, it was really events of his past that even brought him to the golden sands of the Floridian coast on this summer evening. Ah, cue Donatello doing what he does best: put on music to drown out negativity and the bullying thoughts that came from his brain while taking a stroll away from his brothers who only seemed to aggravate him even more when he was in a bad mindset. In went the ‘stolen’ airpods, left bud in before the right. Alice In Chains started playing immediately as the bud made contact with his ears. Dam That River was the song. He really liked that one. Though he was a big lover of rock music in general. Rock music was quite literally his rock. He found so much comfort in the sounds of loud guitar and heavy bass and gruff vocals. Being alone with his thoughts felt much less intimidating when he had some music to accompany him. And tonight, that was just what the doctor ordered. Nothing made Donatello feel more comforted than the sound of bass guitars and drum solos. It felt like being wrapped in cotton wool and his ears were full of delight. Actually, to say there was nothing he loved more than rock music was untrue.

Donatello Versus loved the stars, he always had done. He didn’t know a single thing about them, sure. Couldn’t even name a constellation. But being acquainted with the night sky and knowing every element of its past was not what he wanted anyway. Donatello simply appreciated those little dots millions of light years away being here for him no matter what. This was the purpose of tonight’s walk. Those negative thoughts were catching up to him, and with his brain so far down the rabbit hole of self deprecation, a night out with the stars was what this blonde haired boy needed to take a breather and escape from the harsh realities of life. His ideal spot for stargazing was the beach. He enjoyed the feeling of the soft sand beneath his dark jeans, feeling like a comforting hug from the earth. The sand would be starting to cool off after the long day of heat from the summer sun and the reflection of the moon against the surface of the tranquil sea as the last of the days waves crashed and faded against the golden grains of sand that surrounded him felt like heaven. Well, that’s what his idea of heaven would be. A plane of existence where only he existed, surrounded by the cosmic beauties in the sky, azure waves lapping against golden sands. Of course it felt other worldly. And being in another world was certainly better than being in his apartment with his two brothers. Though Versus would call it a ‘shit hole’ more than a house. The small apartment was pretty run down, all the furniture coming from those who lived there before. Not that the boys cared that much. They didn’t have the funds to buy new furniture. Plus a few broken springs and lack of seat padding on a sofa never killed anyone. In all honesty, Versus and Unaglo were just happy to even have a sofa. After having experienced the beds of prison, this beaten up piece of furniture that one would normally call trash was like lying on a pile of clouds to them. Though it seemed like Versus was annoyed at everything, he always appreciated little things like this. Though the furniture wasn’t the only thing that drove them crazy from time to time, it was more so their shower. The shower that Donatello Versus hated with a passion. When they had first moved in, it had taken him a while to learn how to use it, until he learned that he had to hold in the on switch for a while to get it going, then wait about the length of a shower to let the water heat up. The boys had learned the trick of putting the shower on 20 minutes before they wanted to wash so the shower was at a bearable temperature to clean themselves. It was no wonder Versus wanted out the house so often. And his time with the stars seemed to take his mind off it all and for even just a few moments, the weight of the world no longer sat heavy on his shoulders.

Versus often felt bad that his relationship with the stars was one sided. These celestial beauties gave him a chance to destress and clear his mind, yet he gave nothing in return. Though, what could he possibly give to the stars? Nothing really came close to the calmness of the night sky, so any offers to it were meaningless. Plus Donatello didn’t have much to give to anyone, let alone the night sky. With a heavy sigh, Donatello finally reached his usual spot on top of the sand dunes. It felt as though he had been walking for quite some time, and so he had. The sun was at the start of the setting period and golden flecks of fading sunlight were beginning to scatter across the sea, and Donatello felt the first wave of happiness today wash over him. Another sigh escaped his pale lips, though this time it was one of content as he sat himself down on the sand. Yep, just the right temperature that he liked, though he expected nothing less at this time in the evening. And so he got comfortable, laying back on the dunes, small blades of stray grass poking his back though it felt more like a itchy woollen blanket against his back. Not comfortable, but also not uncomfortable. With the summer sun fading fast, he got to experience all sorts of pastel colours; yellow to orange, pink to purple, and finally, to the deep blue he had been waiting for. It was around 8:30pm now, and there they were, his friends from hundreds of light years away.

Suddenly the reason for Donatello coming out tonight had slipped his mind. All the negative thoughts around his past that had been getting him down this evening seemed to melt into a little puddle of nothing. For the first time in a while, he felt free of the thoughts that had been keeping him prisoner. And he even felt grateful for his brothers in this moment. Sure they annoyed the hell out of him, but they weren’t that bad. The blonde couldn’t hold back the little smile that came to his face. It was a rare sight to see him smile, but he truly felt happy in this moment. “Thank you…” he whispered to the stars, though this moment of gratitude was also aimed at Rikiel and Unaglo. With his years of bad luck and prison cells, Versus had never really taken the time to think about the good place he was in now. Maybe his ‘shitty life’ wasn’t so shitty after all.

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if you read all this thank you so much and i apologise for my poor skills in writing endings to my writing 😭

#jjba headcanons #jjba stone ocean #jojo stone ocean #jojo donatello versus #jojo versus #jojo donatello #jjba donatello versus #jjba versus #jjba donatello #jjba part 6 #jojo part 6 #jjba sons of dio #jjba dio’s sons #jjba dios sons #sons of dio #dios sons #jojo sons of dio #donatello versus #donatello versace #jjba donatello versace #jjba versace #jojo donatello versace #jojo versace #jjba hcs #jojo hcs #jojo headcanons

[astroboots]

hi hiii i binge-read red flags last night (well technically not last night bc i finished them at 4am) and I gotta say it’s so beautifully written!! Part 8 still hurts me and i still have tears in my eyes. I love how some of the lines from the show were making an appearance. It made me smile so harrrrd. Oh god i miss my boys so much.

You and twp are amazing!! I cannot wait for the next part 💖

Hi love!! Thank you so so much for sending in this message, one of my absolute favourite things to hear as a writer is that someone binge-read my stuff and stayed up well past bedtime, cause it's something I do often with my fav fics, and it's one of those things that brings me so so much joy, and to have something I wrote resonate in the same way for other people is like pure serotonin injected into my brain.

@thirstworldproblemss and I are absolute fiends about inserting easter eggs and lines from the show but twisting them just slightly so that it's familiar but in a different scenario/context so that it feels off almost like a funhouse mirror, it gives us such a kick to do this.

Thank you so so much once again for dropping in! you're an absolute gem

#red flags asks #💌 asks

[prettybard]

Cricket I adore your blog you mad boy, you bring so much joy to the fandom, I hope some time soon these awful people realise just how much David Jenkins and Con O’Neill would despise them & leave you well alone. Please do take anon off whenever it feels too much, I’m sure the rest of us would rather love you from afar than know these dickheads were getting you down

being called a mad boy filled my brain with alot of serotonin thank u😌😌 and hngg ur soo nice!! yeah i am gonna be turning anon off for a couple of weeks but omg feel free to message me if u want to,, i would love to talk to u!!!

#asks #<3

[ressyfaerie]

For the Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask, can you do answer all these but about your tyka fic in particular please 😊?

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

-yeessssssss!!! Tyson and Kai confessing to each other. I swear I've written thousands of versions in my head. Every one more romantic and embarrassing than the next. I can never get enough of these two idiots finally realizing it. And the uncontrollable blushing, angrily yelling how they feel at each other until they both finally give in. Aaahhh I'm a big fan girl for that shit. That shits my drug. Ultimate serotonin machine. 

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

-I answered this one in the last ask too! But I have SO MANY LOL. Another one of my favourites from Tattoos is when Bryan tells Tyson Kai is a heir to a massive fortune. And Tyson just PANICS. He's like, Kai can't be a heir?? He slept at my house?? I FED HIM PANCAKES. 

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

-between the boys?? AHHH they're all so sweet!! Any interaction with Kai, Tyson, and Marble in Tattoos is really cute! But I hold a very special place in my heart for when they have their first baby. So I often think about this one I wrote for an ask…

Basically, they bring home their adopted son. And Kai gets really sweet talking to the baby welcoming him home. It's cry worthy it's so cute. 

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

-I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'll never write mpreg. I really don't have too much against it as much as most of my writing seems to "make sense" to some degree scientifically and I just CANT wrap my head around it??? Is it the bootyhole??? It HAS to be the bootyhole???? WHY IS IT I DONT GET IT. 

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

-other than Dark AU I really broke my heart when I wrote the recent one with Kai and Wyatt and emphasized on Wyatts brain damage. That one hit right in the feelers. (I know it's not tyka, but it's the first one that came to mind!!)

#tyka #ressyfaerie asks #thanks for the asks!!

[dottores]

Hi Cat 👋! First off I'm so sorry that you're having to deal with such stressful school work on such short notice. As a student, I understand your predicament and wish you the best of luck and sending all the love and hugs and kisses your way 🥰🤗😘

I know you said if we wanted to interact it's best to go to your other blog, but since I want to gush about LDA I thought it'd be best to send my ask here so as to not distract you.

Sooooooo LDA chapter 4, tbh I feel like I have a lot to say (good things of course) and also nothing to say lol. It was a good chapter for some new context. I'm really curious about these deadly weapons since reader seems to have had quite the bad experience with them, and makes me wonder if that experience is the leading cause as to why reader cut contact with the boys for their safety. Poor Ran tho😔 he's so mad that he wants to hate you because he feels betrayed but can't bring himself to. I really enjoyed being able to get into Ran's head to better understand him and his feelings. Thank god for Koko tho for pointing out your warning (I'm assuming they're taking it as a deliberate warning and not a coincidence that you gave them helpful info, I hope anyway). Also hope that the brothers not realizing it was a warning is due to them being too caught up in their own feelings and not them being too stupid to see your warning. I'm thinking that this warning was why reader was "blocked" not necessarily blocked specifically but more like all of Bonten destroying their phones for safety reasons. Makes me really excited to see what the next interaction between reader and the brothers will be like since at this point reaching out thru tech isn't the safest option for either party. Also don't mind me and my stupid lizard brain just now realizing Mina meant Minami Terano and that he is your bodyguard, is it wrong of me to want this to be a point of contention between reader and the brothers since they don't have to best past with him lol? Nothing major just an argument between reader and the brothers, mostly due to them being jealous.

Sorry this is long I just wanted to throw my thoughts out there for this latest chapter since I don't have anyone to talk to about it 😢, let me know if you're ok with these long asks or not

Cat you did it again, not that I'm surprised tho you're an absolute genius, but the dialog is 💯on point this chapter, and the way you portray/express emotions is ✨mwah✨ perfection.

(if you're seeing this ask twice, its cuz tumblr messed up while I was almost done the first time and about to send it in so trying again just in case. Just ignore one of them, they basically say the same thing)

I AM ON MY KNEES CRYING AND SOBBING YOU JUST GAVE ME SO MUCH NEEDED SEROTONIN WITH THIS ASK OMG OF COURSE IM OKAY WITH IT THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING EVER IM SMILING N GIGGLING LIKE A LIL KID RN 😭😭😭

hehehehe i cant say much but you’re definitely onto something with the whole weapon situation and YES SOBS ran is so conflicted that poor baby and rindou is so angry cuz like he genuinely trusted us not abandon them and </3 :’) we did them so dirty they deserved better. YES the reason they didn’t recognize the warning because they were too caught up in being upset over it—they probably would have realized it had it been any other situation. hehehehehe i’m so excited to write the next meeting between reader n the haitanis it’s going to be… interesting to say the least LMAO. and PLEASE i was trying to like keep mina=south subtle but at the same time hint toward it LMAO i was trying to not make it too obvious in the first three chapters—and it will be ;) hehe, im actually excited to talk ab south n reader’s past im just tryna figure out when exactly i wanna do it, it’ll prob be in a few chapters

I HOPE YOU KNOW YOUVE GOT ME CRYING N GIGGLING IN THE DINING HALL RN YOU TOTALLY JUST BOOSTED MY MOOD BEFORE I GO BACK TO STUDYING ILYSM

#my asks #series: little dark age

[k3ithsk0gane]

I just wanna see his smile again

#I miss him so damn much #the serotonin in my brain is sad #bring him back #sunshine boy #reki kyan #sk8 the infinity #sk8 anime #kaoru sakurayashiki #langa hasegawa #kojiro nanjo #sk8 cherry blossom #sk8 joe #hiromi higa #miya chinen #sk8 shadow #matchablossom #renga

[reidsaurora]

"Dopamine" ~ S. Reid

GIF by teenwolf-theoriginals

Summary: Just some snippets of what the author thinks it would be like to take care of Spencer when he got shot in the leg (and didn't get any cookies)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Wife!BAU!Reader

Word Count: 2,152

Content Warning: based around Spencer's leg injury in S5, one scene takes place in a hospital, mentions of Spencer getting shot, sexual humor/references (sorta implied smut), mentions of alcohol and food, a light mention of painkillers, pretty sure that's it?

Genre: lotsa lovey-dovey Fluff... and a lil implied smut 😶

Extra Notes: AU where JJ became a profiler sooner than S7 lol // this started out with Y/N being Spencer's girlfriend but i changed it to wife since they probably wouldn't give Y/N FMLA time if they weren't married so if it says girlfriend anywhere, i apologize!

Based On: these headcanons by @radiant-reid

Takes Place: during Spencer's medical leave between 5x01 and 5x02

Originally Written: 04/18/2022

Criminal Minds masterlist can be found here!

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"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬." - 𝐁𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐜

"Spencer!" Y/N shouted upon entering Spencer's hospital room. "What are you doing walking around?"

"I needed to use the bathroom," he answered, hobbling back toward the bed.

She placed her hands on her hips, knowing he was lying.

Spencer rolled his eyes. "OK, maybe I just wanted to stretch my legs."

Y/N sighed annoyedly. "Spence, you know you aren't supposed to be up on your leg without crutches."

"Well, maybe if that stupid doctor would stop taking all day to bring them in here," he grumbled under his breath.

"He's not stupid."

"He told me that 300 people in America get shot daily."

"And?"

"It's specifically 321," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh, well, sorry, Mr. Statistics," she chuckled.

"It's not funny!" he argued. "If you're gonna give your patients statistics, at least make sure they're correct."

Y/N held in a laugh as she sat down on the bed beside him. "Well, statistics aside, as soon as they bring your crutches, you're free to go."

"Yes!" he rejoiced, "The sooner I get out of here, the sooner I get the best medicine in the whole world."

"Which would be?"

He leaned in, placing a delicate peck on Y/N's lips. "Cuddles. But not just any cuddles, your cuddles."

"Can't argue with that," she smiled back as she ruffled his hair, silently praying for the doctor to walk in right then.

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"Did you know cuddles actually play a big part in not only your mental health, but in your physical health as well?" Spencer asked, looking up at Y/N.

Though she'd already heard this spill multiple times before (generally when he was sick), Y/N happily obliged anyway. "How's that?" she replied, continuing to play with his somewhat tangled, curly hair.

"Well, the first and most well-known benefit is oxytocin, known as the -"

"'Cuddle hormone'," she finished his statement.

"Correct. It's actually been known to help in many healing processes, and in times of stress, it's been known to balance out cortisol levels," he gladly informed her. "Cuddling also releases serotonin, which affects anything from your mood to your gut to your circadian rhythm. Having a balanced circadian rhythm is an essential part of the healing process since your body needs extra rest when you're sick or when you're healing."

"Mhm," she hummed, leaving a small kiss on the top of his head.

"Next is dopamine, which affects pretty much everything across the board. Now, in this case, it's good to release dopamine since it plays a big role in pain processing. Dopamine is sometimes called the 'pleasure hormone' since it plays such a big part in our brain's reward system. Now, one of the most commonly known ways to produce dopamine is-"

"Through sex," she answered, knowing exactly where this was about to go.

"Bingo," he snickered, looking up at Y/N with raised eyebrows and a suggestive smirk.

"Nice try, lover boy," she kidded. "I liked your serotonin fact better. You could use some rest."

"That'll work one day," he told his wife, almost matter-of-factly.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Not when you're sick, it won't."

"Well, anyway," Spencer commented, changing back to the previous subject, "It's good to make sure your dopamine levels are balanced and not too high, seeing as high levels of dopamine have been suspected to cause schizophrenia."

Y/N noticed a small frown appear on his lips as the room went silent for a moment. Quickly, she pecked his temple before mentioning, "Don't you wanna tell me about that last happy hormone?"

Spencer nodded, the frown slowly shrinking away. "As you mentioned, there's one last happy hormone. This one is endorphins. Endorphins are actually the molecules in the body that function as painkillers. Endorphins are most well-known for being produced through exercise, like running. The phrase 'runner's high' actually comes from the fact that running releases so many endorphins in the body that it starts to feel euphoric," he explained. "Now, another way of exercising that releases endorphins is…" his voice trailed off as his eyebrows raised once more.

"Spencer Walter Reid, you just got shot in the leg less than twelve hours ago. You need rest," she rebutted.

"We don't have to…" he stopped himself, opting instead for a hand signal instead of saying the words.

Y/N face-palmed, rubbing the stress lines on her forehead. "Thanks, Spence, I really needed the visual."

"Well, we don't," he argued. "We could always…" The reason was unbeknownst to Y/N, but he once again chose to not say the words. Instead, he opted for holding up two fingers with a grin.

Laughing out of sheer embarrassment, she replied, "Not after those visuals, we can't."

"But-"

"Come on," she pouted, patting the bed beside her, "My circadian rhythm is off and it's all because you won't let me get some sleep."

"Fair point," he replied, finishing his statement with a yawn. Spencer moved from between Y/N's legs to his own side of the bed, careful not to hurt his leg.

"Good night, dopamine," she giggled, giving him a short kiss.

"Good night, oxytocin," he smiled back, leaving another, longer good-night kiss on her lips.

☆☆☆

"Oh, you guys should probably bring clothes for all types of weather," Y/N informed all the team members present on the conference call. "Alabama weather is crazy this time of year. Highs in the mid-80s, lows in the lower-60s. Rain or shine. The heat index has been known to get up to over 90 degrees this time of year."

"Will do, Y/N," she heard Emily reply on the other end. Though Y/N couldn't see it, Emily's eyebrows furrowed as she asked, "Was that water splashing?"

"Uh-"

"Hey, make sure you get my scalp," Spencer's voice could be heard faintly over the BAU's end of the phone.

Not even bothering to move the phone which was wedged in-between her ear and her shoulder, Y/N sarcastically commented, "Thanks, Spence, I can always count on you to keep a secret."

"What's so secretive about washing your significant other's hair?" he rebutted. "By the way, you forgot to tell them about the humidity."

Blinking her embarrassment away, she mentioned, "Oh, yeah, Spencer wanted me to tell you guys that the average humidity this time of year in that part of Alabama is 72 percent," she informed the team, internally chuckling at what she must look like right now.

"Remind me to bring a raincoat," Rossi joked.

"Wheels up, guys," Y/N heard Emily say as she also heard the sound of her straightening her papers. "Thanks, Y/N."

"Hey, pretty boy! Don't have too much fun or you might strain that leg even worse," Derek giggled.

"She won't let me," Spencer pouted jokingly.

"Why are we having this conversation?" Y/N asked sarcastically, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Besides, shouldn't you be getting ready for the flight?"

"Ah, yes, gonna get me some of that southern hospitality." Y/N was sure Derek had a stupid grin on his face.

"I'm hanging up."

"B-" was all he could get out before Y/N actually hung up on him.

Spencer looked up at Y/N with an almost suggestive smile.

"What?" she asked, confused by his expression.

"Will you do that thing after we dry it where you massage my scalp while you braid my hair?"

She giggled, knowing how much he loved that part of their new routine. "I'll humor you since it always makes your curls look pretty," she commented, leaving a small kiss on his damp head.

☆☆☆

"OK, so they were out of those granola bars you like, but-" Y/N stopped mid-sentence after turning around to face the rest of the apartment. She nearly dropped her keys at the sight of their apartment.

It was then that Spencer came around the corner, carrying himself on his crutches.

"Spencer, you know you're supposed to stay off that leg as much as possible."

"I did. I used my wheelchair," he smiled hesitantly.

Y/N once again stopped to take in the scene: their apartment lit by dimmed lights and candles, champagne and pasta on the kitchen table, old music playing softly on Spencer's most-prized vintage record player, and finally, Spencer, who was dressed in Y/N's favorite button-down and his favorite tie.

"What's the occasion?" she blurted out.

"Nothing. I just figured it had been a little while since we had a proper date night that wasn't Chinese take-out or a drive around the city," he answered.

Y/N marched over to him, giving him a delicate but long kiss. "Spencer Reid, I don't know how I did it, but I ended up with the best man in the whole wide world."

"Really? Where is he?" he joked, pretending to look around the apartment.

She rolled her eyes as she bit the inside of her mouth. "If I wasn't afraid of somehow accidentally hurting you, I'd slap you right across the butt."

He pouted. "Come on, don't tease me like that!"

She giggled before changing the subject. "So, what's on the menu?"

"What I could salvage of the breadsticks because I got a little carried away, and chicken alfredo."

"You're gonna lie and say you made it when it's really that stuff I had in the freezer, aren't you?" she kidded, her hands on her hips.

He looked to the floor, hiding the red tinge that had just appeared on his cheeks.

"And somehow, you're the profiler," she laughed.

"JJ always said liaising required just as many profiling skills as being an actual profiler," he pointed out.

"Just means I'm good at my job," Y/N grinned, kissing him once more. "I'm starved."

"Me too."

And with that, the two walked off toward the kitchen, ready for a delicious dinner and a much-needed date night.

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As Y/N exited the bathroom, she found herself looking over to the bed. Sprawled out in a starfish position was Spencer, who appeared to be already asleep.

Y/N silently laughed to herself as she finished pat-drying her hair, tossing the towel back in the bathroom before finally climbing into what was left of the bed. "Spence," she whispered.

"Mmm?" he mumbled, looking somewhat in her direction.

She giggled quietly before asking, "Can you scoot over?"

He obliged, scooting over as quickly as he could without hurting his leg. "Thank you," he mumbled, still in his half-asleep state.

"What for?" Y/N chuckled.

Spencer rolled over to face her, a smirk plastered on his face and his eyes still shut. "For finally giving in," he grinned.

"Well, I figured I might as well. Think of it as a reward for your medical leave ending tomorrow, which by the way, I'm really sad about because I didn't ever want this month to end," she told him, placing a kiss on his lips. As she changed the subject, her eyebrows creased. "Hey, how come you're the tired one? I was the one that did all the hard work."

"Hey, my fingers got tired after a while," he answered, earning him a slap on the chest from Y/N.

"On second thought, maybe I'm ready for you to go back to work," she kidded.

Spencer reached up, leaving a lazy kiss on Y/N's jaw. "Good night, my love."

Y/N sighed contently, leaving a soft kiss on Spencer's head. "Good night, beautiful boy."

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"Welcome back, pretty boy," Derek smiled as Y/N and Spencer walked into the round table room. "And pretty girl."

Y/N smiled as she placed her things down. "It feels great to be back," she laughed, "You know, I never thought I'd get tired of our apartment until I looked at it for a month straight."

"How's your leg?" Derek nodded toward Spencer.

"I'm OK. Definitely wouldn't be as good as I am if I hadn't had this beautiful woman taking care of me," he said, kissing the top of Y/N's head before sitting down.

As Y/N moved Spencer's crutches, she turned to Derek to jokingly ask, "So, how was that southern hospitality?"

Derek smirked with a chuckle. "Got plenty of it, that's for sure." He looked over to Spencer with raised eyebrows, as if he were implying something.

"What?" Spencer inquired.

"You get any of that southern hospitality while you were gone, pretty Ricky?"

Y/N hid her face in her hands, afraid of where Spencer and Derek were going to take this conversation.

"Well, unlike Garcia, Y/N did bake me plenty of cookies and she took really good care of me so I'd say yes, I received plenty of hospitality while I was away," Spencer explained.

"Uh-huh," Derek replied, still smirking.

"However, I believe the answer to the question you're looking for is…" Spencer hesitated, just to annoy Y/N, "No, no southern hospitality. Though, I did get very acquainted with dopamine."

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞?" - 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚

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As always, small lil shoutout to @bfunsolvedboys for beta-reading and giving me all her input 🤗❤️

Also, I give full credit to Cate for this idea! This is based fully around her headcanons and I take no credit for that. This is just my fun lil twist on things but the credit goes fully to Cate!

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