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bitchimasnake-sss · 3 months

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nsfw alphabet ft. monkey d. luffy!

set-up: no set up, just a collection of short nsfw drabbles featuring the most himboest himbo in town <;3

warning: nsfw themes (obviously 😭); mdni thankyouu <3

💟aftercare:

look, luffy sleeps in the middle of actual fights. there's no fucking way this man can stay up after y'all are done fucking (esp. if you've gone for a couple of rounds already). it's not too bad, since you get too tired too and he gives the best cuddles when he's passed out. just get used to getting the aftercare in the morning because that's when he checks up on you, get's you both some food (v.v. imp)

💟body part:

his favourite part of you: he is actually infatuated with every aspect of you but holy shit your tits??? he might actually be clinically obsessed with them. whenever you're cuddling, his hand finds your boobs (even if it's just to hold onto them lightly). he doesn't give a fuck about sizes and will 100% go on them for hours (i think it's his oral fixation lmaoo) his favourite part of himself: he loves his arms. other than the fact that they are one of his major weapons in any fights, he can see how you silently stare across his biceps when he's just helping around the deck. you always hold onto his arm when you're out in public too. he also loves when you get so pent up that you end up driving crescent cuts in his arms and shoulders as he fucks you.

💟 cum:

luffy's a nasty, messy man. do what you will with that info. he will cut off an arm and a leg just to finish anywhere on you whether it's inside, on your face or on your chest. just knowing that some essence of him remains on you drives him feral.

💟 dirty secret:

he's probably addicted to your smell. this sounds weird but i def think he's one of those people who steal their girlfriends underwear and then get off of them. like if he goes into the shower right after you and can smell your lingering shampoo and soap then he will fuck his fist as if it's you.

💟experience:

luffy was a complete dumbass in anything sexual but yk he is willing to learn anything that pleases you, so, once you teach him just what he's supposed to do, he will practice it on you till he reaches perfection. be prepared for a fuck lot of practice sessions tho.

💟favourite position:

i think his favourite position is missionary. he's a simple man. you're pretty as fuck and he's obsessed with your tits, what else is he supposed to do? but he's down to try just about anything and everything if you ask him to.

💟goofy:

goofy and luffy sound similar for a reason. im not saying he's giggling and kicking his feet as you go down on him but if something embarrassing happens, he needs atleast five minutes just to laugh it out. he doesnt do it in a mean-spirited way, ofcourse. he's just a silly little dude and that was funny.

💟hair:

on you: he literally doesn't care. it's totally your decision. if you wish to keep it shaved/trimmed, great but if you cannot be bothered, then that's more than fine too. he is more than excited just to have you to himself, he doesn't really care about anything more than that.

on himself: again, he doesn't really care. but incase you say that you wish he kept himself a certain way, then he'd go out of his way to pay heed to your preferences. your wish is his command.

💟intimacy (how romantic is he during it?):

luffy isn't a inherently romantic person. romance and love for him come in the form of small moments and acts of kindness rather than gigantic speeches and gestures. so in the traditional sense, he isn't romantic. but he will always make sure you're comfortable and feeling well. and to him, that is peak romance.

💟jack off:

he has a very very high sex drive and he quickly learnt that you can't exactly keep up with that so, he usually masturbates whenever it gets too much and you're not available. prefers your hands over his tho. so, like, he only does it himself if he absolutely needs to. otherwise, he would beg and whine till you please him.

💟kink:

food play (he loves you, he loves food, whats not clicking??) i think he definitely has a mommy kink (except he wont actually call you mommy. he's just act submissive and let you do whatever.) he loves to do whatever it is to please you when he's in that sub headspace but normally, he can get quite absorbed in the way he's feeling (especially when you're giving him head), so, dont blame him if he goes a teensy bit overboard.

💟location:

literally anywhere or planet earth or even beyond earth for that matter. just give him a surface to fuck you against and he'd handle the rest. in terms of favourite, i definitely think he's just sticking to the bed cause it keeps you comfortable and gives him enough safe, secure place to do whatever.

💟motivation (what gets them going):

anything and everything 😭🤭 his turn ons are so random. like you could be just chilling, talking to some crew member and suddenly he has this blinding urge to fuck you and there's nothing you can do about it.

💟no (things they are completely against):

although he's down with whatever, he won't do the classic stuff like scat, age play (extreme) or anything too disgusting. i think he's also pretty apprehensive about hitting you in bed cause he knows his strength and it feels against his entire moral code to hurt a woman. especially the woman he is in love with.

💟oral (prefer giving/receiving, how skilled are they?):

luffy goes both ways. he loves when you give him oral but he is also physically obsessed with you and will spend hours on end against your aching cunt, so, he likes going by turns. he doesn't even have to fuck you for real, just having his face pressed against your core as you rut on him is enough to make him cum in his pants. but since he's so impatient, i think he just prefers 69ing for the efficiency of it lmao (and also your moans feel so delicious against his weeping cock, please don't stop).

💟risk (how risky are they):

omg risk is the very essence of who luffy is. his risks are not even calculated, he just does shit that feels right to him. so, please do not object when you are exploring abandoned streets in an unknown island with him and he pines you against the wall and whines in that soft voice of his to have you right there and then. it also doesn't help that he doesn't feel embarrassed like ever. so, if you ever get caught he's just gonna laugh it off.

💟stamina:

ooooof, his stamina is insane!! can easily go a couple of rounds without feeling much fatigue. but he gets distracted easily, so fuck him before he gets too hungry to keep going lmao as for how long can he go for? i don't think he can hold off his orgasms for long, so, he cums fairly fast but he can push through it and keep going for a good while.

💟toys:

luffy didn't personally know much about toys till one night the boys got drunk and sanji asked them if any one of them owned a pocket pussy. he might have bought one the next time the landed on shore and well, he isn't afraid to admit that it's a handy little tool. but he doesn't know any more about toys than that. and he only got to know more once you started dating him and told him about it. he's not insecure to use toys during sex because he knows what he brings to the table. but he would pout if you fuck yourself with a toy instead of just asking him to give you some sweet sweet relief, so just dont do that mkay?

💟unfair (how much do they tease):

holy fucking shit this man LIVES to tease you. skimming touches, feathery kisses, endlessly toying with your cunt. he does it all. but do NOT tease him cause he can't stand it so, he would either lose patience and fuck you his way or he will get so overwhelmed that he would start whining and crying, begging you to ease up on him. both are good options tho 👍🏼

💟volume (are they vocal during it):

YES!! luffy is super vocal in bed. you make him feel great and he's not too shy to show it. i mean who tf will judge the would be king of the pirates?? he also adores your moans and whimpers too because all he wants is his pretty girl to feel good, obviously. (also when you tell him how good he's fucking you, that puts him over the edge because i just know he has a praise kink)

💟wild card (random headcanon):

luffy gets fucked out so easily. like literally, even if you have just been making out for like 5 mins then also his shirt will be halfway open, eyelids droopy, lips swollen, cheeks red, the whole sha-bam. so even if you both did nothing more than some pg-13 makeout, the entire crew will think you just fucked his brains out. evidence: 7th of august, 8:53 pm "ew." nami makes a face of disgust, "can you not do it before dinner? you're both nasty doin' it right before you see us." "we didn't do anything!!" you defend yourself before nudging luffy, "right luffy?" but he's in a daze, too blissful to say anything but: "uh yeahhh" ussop is holding sanji by the shirt like a rabid dog when zoro walks in. his eyes are lidden with sleep. he gives you and luffy a look before saying, "don't fuck before dinner, that's nasty." "we didN'T FUCK-"

💟x-ray (whats going on under those pants):

look he's the rubber man??? does it matter??? but no, i think he has a pretty decent size like im thinking 6" but definitely a bit more thinner. he also has a slight curve to it.

💟yearning (how high is there sex drive):

VERY HIGH. very fucking high. he's like an animal in heat or something except its all year long.

💟zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards):

he's passed out before you can say "that was so good" he's asleep and you should sleep too, you can compliment him when he wakes you up in the middle of the night for something or the other. go sleep. seriously. i see you reading smut on your screen. go sleep.

a/n: thinking i might make a sfw list too lol. if i do, ill add the link here! thankyouu to anyone who reads the stuff i write lol, you're the coolest

#one piece #opla #op #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader #one piece luffy #one piece smut #luffy smut #luffy x reader smut #op x reader #luffy fic #op smut

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olderthannetfic · 2 months

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A lot of these discussions about colonizer romance or slave fantasies or similar just feel like the race version of the way certain feminists keep wringing their hands about rape fantasies and the “problem” of them. Like, sure, there are certainly people in the “privileged” group in question who enjoy those in the more “problematic” way that might speak to something concerning about how they view any real-life partners or sex (“might” being a key word here)… for instance, the slavery isekai anime trend seems to be most popular with gross dudes who really do think having a slave woman who waits on you hand and foot and also has sex with you is desirable and wish they could have that irl. But I think the bigger reason these “problematic” fantasies persist is that a lot of people in the equivalent “marginalized” group also really like it in their own ways. They like eroticizing that experience that is so troubling irl. It’s clear some of the people who like these “colonizer” romances are colonized people just as a lot of women love rape fantasies.

Idk, I don’t think the discussion is as simple as saying that what porn or romance you are into has *zero* effect on your IRL sexuality. I think it’s hard to argue that if you’re getting off to something a lot, it doesn’t impact the rest of your life in at least some way, the brain doesn’t draw firm walls around these things— and there’s just the objective fact every young straight woman I’ve known has observed that a lot of younger straight guys have had their expectations of women and sex warped by the unrealistic stuff they’re seeing in porn. But I think like with any other “how does the media affect us?” question: it’s almost never an exact 1:1. Different media deals with these topics differently, and even the same media can affect different people different ways, or even the same person different ways at different points in their life. That’s the issue with “anti”-style thinking, not that fiction can never affect real life. It’s that it’s never as simple as just making a list of bad things no one can like. One person’s trash is another’s treasure and v.v., and what can be irredeemable hateful garbage to one person can be cathartic to another. Just like how the kinks that your abuser used to justify abusing you can be used by another person as their lifeline to help them enjoy sex again after abuse. Rape fantasies or racial fantasies that may seem objectively bad when framed around how privileged people view them… well, that’s not the only framing (and maybe we should stop centering privileged people all the damn time?)

So like even aside from the fact that “colonizer romance” does not have a single objective definition and that people are putting a wide swath of stuff into that label, and it should be used as the start rather than end of a conversation… are we even sure that everyone is coming at it from the POV of the colonizer? Are more people really viewing themselves as John Smith or as Pocahontas? And so when looked at that way, isn’t it really more another version of the eternally-popular-among-women “I can change/fix him!” narrative? (Which itself can be critiqued, particularly in how often patriarchal media sells that to women and why… but that’s a different conversation from the usual “colonizer romance” conversation.)

Or maybe some people are just inherently drawn to cross-cultural romances in general, and those people also like ones that don’t have a colonizing aspect to them?

Like, there’s a lot to unpack here that isn’t in these conversations. We can’t just make this the new buzzword, thought-terminating cliche.

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stratossphere · 1 year

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love in closeness | v.v

ville can be clingy when he wants to be.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, a lot of mentions of sex/suggestive content, everyone is drinking

word count: 6.6k

tags: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife @valos-venus-doom

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"I'm bringing an amp to your house. For you to keep there." That sentence, which your boyfriend had uttered to you the morning before he was due to arrive at your apartment for the next two weeks, was playing in your head as you got a text alerting you that he and Bam were close by. That, in turn, meant that Ville was undoubtedly due to show up with a bunch of junk in tow, all of which he would end up leaving when he eventually had to fly back home. If he wasn't who he was…

Despite the promise of your apartment ending up trashed by the same time tomorrow, you were almost bouncing on your feet as you eagerly awaited Bam and Ville's arrival. They were both coming from Helsinki together, so it was essentially a homecoming for the both of them.

However, you immediately started to regret being excited when you suddenly heard the lock slide out of place on your front door.

"This place is a fucking dump! Next time I'm staying in a goddamn hotel!" Bam was inside the second the door was open, and you frowned when Ville didn't appear behind him. Of course he was already complaining with his first breath of air in your apartment, and you threw a hand in the air.

"What's your problem? And where's Ville?" You sighed, already seeing how this day was going to go based on Bam's clear hyperactive bad mood. He cast a venomous look out towards the hall.

"Your fucking elevator is broken. Again. And he's bringing the amp and shit up." He explained like it was obvious. You rolled your eyes, because of course he was complaining about having to walk up two flights of stairs, before sliding out of your seat.

"You just left him to grab everything by himself, asshole?" Bam really was something special. He held up his singular backpack like that was any sort of explanation for his shortcomings, and you just sighed again before stepping around him and out into the hall.

You almost laughed when you realized you could hear the very audible sound of your boyfriend grumbling to himself in the stairwell, and you started your way down to help him with quick feet.

"You better be coming down to grab your shit, you prissy little bitch." Clearly he thought you were Bam, because there was no way in hell he would've ever found the audacity to say something like that to you.

"What, not enough muscle to carry it yourself, pussy?" You teased, still unable to see him as you talked over the sound of muffled thudding that told you Bam had truly abandoned all of his stuff in Ville's care to dash up the stairs just to unlock your door with Ville's key. Ville chuckled at your words, the thudding coming to a stop.

"Sorry, love. Thought you were that little fuckhead that told me he had to take a piss so that he didn't have to carry anything." Ville's tone as he apologized was much softer at hearing your voice, and just as you turned the corner and almost ran directly into him, your response fell dead on your lips as you caught a full look at him.

Ville Valo, infamous for his long, dark brown locks, had cut his hair. Right up to his ears. After having long hair throughout the extent of almost your entire relationship. Your jaw dropped, and he gave you a look like he had no idea why you seemed so shocked.

"Thought I would've gotten a little bit more of an enthusiastic welcome." He grumbled in the face of your silence, unable to do anything but stand there considering he had a backpack and a guitar case on his back, his suitcase with the amp balanced on top in one hand, and Bam's suitcase in the other hand. "What the hell are you staring at?"

"You cut your hair!" You finally found it in you to gasp, hand coming up to brush your fingers through the freshly-chopped strands where they went short at the nape of his neck where they used to extend past his shoulders. Obviously he still looked deliciously fucking handsome (even more so since not seeing him for the past three weeks), but you were in true shock.

"Yes. Thought if I told you about it on the phone you'd tell me not to." He said, as if his plan was the clearest thing in the world. "Now take some of this shit before I break my goddamn back."

Your jaw did not move from its dropped position even as the two of you made it up to the apartment where your front door was open, and you went right back into being in awe when you were able to drop all of the stuff in your hands and fully stare at a now-short-haired Ville.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me." That went for Bam too, considering he had obviously known about it and had yet said nothing to warn you.

"It's just a haircut." Ville said irritably as he finally emptied all of the stuff out of his hands as well, immediately going for you despite his tone and enveloping you in a hug so tight that it pulled just a bit of a whine out of you. You leaned back to give him a kiss, inhaling his scent for the first time in weeks as you smiled against his lips.

"Yeah, he got that done in the airport while we were waiting for our plane. The barber looked like someone you would see in a Russian torture film." Bam snickered, revealing Ville's clear lack of care over what the result of his new look was going to be. As he broke your kiss, Ville rolled his eyes.

"Does it look like it was done by a Russian torture actor?" He asked dryly, running his fingers through said hair and scratching at his scalp slightly just as your fingers came up to do the same.

"No. It looks really fucking good." You reassured as you eyed him pointedly, only getting about two seconds of being able to feel his new haircut before he was pulling your hand away from his head.

"Yeah. You look like Antonio Banderas." Bam added after you, already starting to rifle through the bag of food that had been sticking out of his backpack as he spoke. Ville smirked at that, and you gave Bam an unimpressed look at his stroking of Ville's ego.

"Where did you get that?" You narrowed your eyes at the amp that was now sitting in the middle of the floor with animosity, knowing that there was a good chance it was only going to be used when you least wanted it to.

"The airport." Ville looked more than proud of himself as he revealed his answer. Sometimes, when actually in the airport, you wondered if anyone actually fell for the marketing schemes of overpriced garbage that no one would ever want to buy in an airport...and then you remembered that Ville fell for all of it. "You can get anything your heart desires in those places. I thought you would've known that."

"Yeah, but I'm not just throwing out cash for a bunch of junk I see in store windows." That was a little bit of a pointed statement on your part, but you couldn't help yourself. You were fine with Ville being a self-proclaimed 'collector', as long as it wasn't your house he was collecting in. "Speaking of, what other junk did you get at the airport?"

"About...fifteen different sandwiches." Ville said, motioning to where Bam was still digging through his stuff. When you looked to both of the newcomers for an explanation, you just got defensive looks in response.

"You never have any food! I was hungry!" Bam explained, jabbing an insulting finger in the general direction of your fridge. You scoffed.

"You bought a bunch of sandwiches for the vegetarian? Seriously?" Your fridge was, in fact, empty, but you had planned on taking everyone out to bring back food, so you weren't all that worried about it. However, apparently Bam was a couple steps ahead of you.

"I’m gonna go get takeout while you...have fun with that." Bam motioned to the amp, which Ville had abandoned you in favor of dropping right down on the floor in front of and beginning to fuck with it after he had plugged it in with his guitar case next to him. You shot him a death stare.

"Great. I assume you'll immediately want my car, then." Lending out your car when Bam and Ville had no doubt been served full of liquor on their flight didn't exactly appeal to you, but it was your only chance to have some alone time with Ville, so you were making do. Bam grinned, already grabbing your keys off the counter.

"I’ll be gone for like, ten minutes tops so don't start going at it right in the middle of the floor." He warned, motioning to exactly where Ville was currently sitting. You snickered while Ville just flipped him off, and then Bam was heading towards the door to be the nice one (for once) and retrieve dinner. He said nothing else as he carted off and out the door, slamming it way too hard on the way out before his footsteps faded down the hall. You then turned to your preoccupied boyfriend.

"Wanna start going at it right in the middle of the floor?" You joked as you made your way closer to him, still half-staring at how short his hair was against the back of his neck where he was turned away from you.

"Hold on. In the middle of something." He muttered, and you could see that he was making sure he had all the plugs for the amp. You sighed, rubbing a hand down his shoulder from behind him.

"Will that explode and be gone in the time it takes to make out with me?" You asked dryly, teasing his obsession with instruments as he finally turned to look at you with an unimpressed face.

"I suppose not." And then, thankfully, he was getting back up, making sure to rise to his full height directly in your face just to be a little shit. "Just can't keep away from me, eh?"

"Not when you've been gone for three weeks." You shot right over his teasing, throwing your arms back around his waist and tilting your chin up to him with a pout that told him exactly what you wanted. He hummed at your words, reaching up a hand to cup your cheek before he was giving you another kiss, this one longer and less appropriate than the one he had given you in front of an audience. Once again, you couldn't help but smile against his lips, so elated to have him back that it was preventing you from fully kissing him the right way. "Mm! I'm just so glad you're home."

"Me fucking too." He sighed as he broke away. It sent a burst of warmth through you that he agreed so smoothly with your calling your place his home, and you couldn't help but hold his face in your hands and just beam at him like an idiot.

"I can't believe you cut your hair." Okay. Maybe you sounded a little bit like a broken record. But to give yourself some credit, he'd just gone and done it without telling you, and it had been getting long. When you saw him start to look exasperated again, you saved yourself. "What am I supposed to pull on now?"

"For fuck's sake, woman. I'm not bald." You clearly didn't save yourself enough, however, because his groan was more than dramatic as he lolled his head in your hands. "I even asked the man to wash my hair, just for you."

"Thank you." You cooed, pushing your fingers through his hair again just to feel the completely clean strands. When his eyes closed slightly at the feeling, you leaned up to press a couple kisses to his cheek. "I love you and I missed you, grouch."

"God, I've never been so glad to see your face. Bam was driving me up a fucking wall this trip." Ville groaned, hugging you again and staying there as he dipped his head to rest on your shoulder. You snickered, because who knew what kind of shit they'd been getting into while they'd been together.

"What, did he try sneaking into your bed or something?" As much of a jab at him as that was, it could've very well been the correct answer. Bam had a habit of getting 'lonely' when he was drunk. It was usually how your bed ended up with three people in it instead of two like it was supposed to.

Ville just shushed you in response, which about gave you your answer, before breaking away and leaning back slightly to inspect you.

“Almost forgot what you looked like.” He joked, reaching out a hand to pull the collar of your shirt down to expose your cleavage with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes, brushing his hand away and then doing a little shirt pulling of your own (which was lifting the hem of his so that you could look at his tattoo). And he just stood there and let you, too.

After not seeing your favorite of his tattoos for so long, you were having a hard time pulling your eyes back to his face.

"I don't know how the hell you got this done so young." As you spoke, you absentmindedly brushed a finger to drag across the design on his lower stomach. He then quickly pulled your hand away, giving you a warning look.

"Because I hoped that women would do things like that." He concluded, grabbing your other hand when you tried to do it again and then effectively holding you hostage in his strong grip. "I didn't ever picture I'd end up with a woman with your skill in invading my space, though."

"Aw, that's so sweet." You said sourly, shooting him a look as you wriggled out of his grasp and sighed while looking at all of the bags they had carted up into your not-very-big apartment. "You know, you don't have to move your entire apartment along with you every time you come."

"What fun would that be? I like having everything." Ville said as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your hips and setting his chin on your shoulder. "You know what else I like having?"

"What?" Judging by the tone of his voice and his word choice, you had a pretty good idea of where he was going with this conversation, and you could feel yourself starting to smile.

"My cock inside of you." He finished off with exactly what you expected him to say, fingers of his right hand skating your inner thighs as he basically draped himself against your back. You sighed in contempt, because you knew there was no way you had enough time to even get started.

"Don't tease me. Bam always comes back right when you're putting it in." You complained, holding his hand away so that he couldn't get you any more riled up than he already had. He chuckled lowly.

"I don't care. I'll wait until he’s back and still put it in." What a well-behaved, wholesome thing for him to say.

This was going to be an interesting first night together.

—

Using the word 'together' for you and Ville's first night back together had been a hyperbole. Sure, you were in fact together, but so were the two of you and Bam. Which meant that you'd all been sitting around your living room drinking yourselves to shit while you all talked about stupid garbage for the past almost six hours.

"So, you would never let me use your bed for a hookup? Dude. That's so fucked." On the topic of how far the ‘bro code’ extended, Bam was dissing you for saying that you would never let him anywhere near your bed with anything less than all of his clothes on. "You have no idea what bro code even means."

"I don't want to go back to my bed the next night and roll into a giant crusty spot!" Plus, who the hell just voluntarily let people fuck in their bed? Ville slurred out a chuckle from where he was laying with his head on your thigh where your legs were crossed on the floor, opening his eyes that had closed while you absentmindedly played with strands of his hair.

"You're fine with crusty spots when they're mine." He pointed out unhelpfully, pulling raucous laughter out of Bam and himself while you just tried to hold a glare while also starting to laugh.

"Obviously you don't count, stupid." Plus, it wasn't like you had a choice considering Ville had some of the worst blowing-a-load aim you had ever seen.

"You should be more of a bro, Y/n. You two have used my bed to fuck before." Bam complained, jabbing a finger at you as he reminded you of a few of the times you and Ville had given him a little payback for copious amounts of immature behavior. You snickered as he shot you a dirty look, even though it had been a while since that had even happened.

"Yeah, but we didn't ask you. We just did it. You would've said no." Like a sensible fucking person. "Tell you what. If you can go an entire week without ever pulling stupid pranks on us, then you and Jenn can fuck yourselves silly in my bed. I'll even let you use my camcorder to film it."

"You'll have to buy new tape. That one's already really full." Ville really needed to work on his ability to keep things to himself once tequila entered the equation. Bam's face immediately screwed up.

"You two make sextapes?" He sounded appalled by the idea, and you silently wondered if he ever really paid any attention when you and Ville were around each other. Sometimes you passed the tapes you already had back and forth after you'd been away from each other or before you left each other right in front of him, for fuck's sake.

"Oh yeah. Long ones." Once again, Ville just kept talking. You paused your hand in his hair, moving your hand instead to cover his mouth so that he'd stop spilling your sexual escapades to the person who would take it as far as he possibly could just for the fun of it.

"We're adults, Bam. And we live in different places." You reminded him dryly. Sextapes guaranteed that Ville was looking at naked videos of you instead of shitty porn magazines that had been under his bed for the last ten years, so you counted it as a win.

"Dude, did you not see what happened to Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson?" Bam was clearly drunk enough to where he cared about your well-being, because he sounded completely serious. "You guys are like, the fucking same."

"Except ours are better. And there's a lot of them." Ville pulled your hand away from his mouth long enough to get that out, laughing like an idiot as Bam made a disgusted sound. You tried to cover his mouth again, also laughing, but failed as he held your fingers away in a tight grip. "Let's put one on and find out."

"Ville. Shut up." You groaned, wrestling with his hands as he continued to snicker at his grossing out everyone else in the room. "If anyone gets to watch our sextape, it'll be fair and square when it gets stolen and leaked to the public."

"You know, you two don't have to tell me everything. You can keep some things to yourself." Bam grumbled, getting up to get himself another drink after downing what was left in his glass. You scoffed as he walked past you.

"That wasn't even oversharing! Oversharing would've been telling you what's on the tapes." That time you really did hold your hand over Ville's mouth, because you knew he would definitely spill everything if you gave him the chance.

As Bam fucked around in the kitchen, Ville finally got your hand off of his mouth, an irritated look starting to form on his face as he shoved your hand away forcibly before turning on his side so that his face was pressed into both your leg and your side where you were still leaned over.

"Fucking hell." He muttered against your shirt, stretching out his arm to wrap around your hips as he rolled his body to do so. You laughed, because tequila always made him cuddly, before running your fingers through his hair again.

"What's wrong?" You asked softly, watching his legs splay out even further on the floor in front of you as he got comfortable on the hardwood. He hummed, rubbing your back absentmindedly with his fingers just brushing against the waistband of your jeans.

"I just fuckin' missed you so much." As well as turning into the king of oversharing when he drank tequila, he also got really love-drunk (no pun intended). Meaning you were about to be consistently told how much he liked you over and over again for the next couple hours or so. "You smell so good."

"Maybe you shouldn't have another drink." There was a slight chance it would get aggressive enough to where he'd cry, and you were pretty sure he didn't want that in front of Bam. He scoffed like that was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard, not moving his head from where it was buried but still raising a hand in the air and waving it.

"Another, bartender!" He called loudly enough to where it penetrated the air despite his face in your shirt, making you roll your eyes and in turn drawing Bam's attention towards the two of you.

"Hell no. Get your own." He said stubbornly as he finished loading up his 'mixed' drink with almost all tequila, leaving the bottle open right where it was on the counter as he came back towards you. He then snickered as he looked at Ville's position in your lap. "Ville, dude, you are so fucking pussy-whipped."

You watched as he dropped back down onto the couch and promptly spilled a little bit of his drink, earning himself a death stare from you. Ultimately, he was the one who had to sleep on it, but he could never have just a little consideration for your stuff. Ville finally sat up then, a grin on his face despite the insult.

"I'm the only one in this room getting pussy good enough to be whipped by." He announced loudly as he messily used your shoulder as leverage to pull himself up to standing, sounding more than proud of himself as he spoke. You shot him a dirty look as he gazed down at you without a single care in the world.

"Hey. I'm right here." You complained, elbowing his leg before standing up after him because you really didn't trust him to make smart decisions on his own in the kitchen. It was a compliment, sure, but not one appropriate for your present company.

"Dude. I literally have a girlfriend." Bam added, throwing a hand in the air like he felt left out for not being 'pussy-whipped'. Ville made a skeptical face.

"Yeah, but all you guys do is fight and hold out on each other. Can't really count that as good pussy. Or dick, for that matter." Ville essentially telling Bam that he was giving his girlfriend shitty dick made you laugh, and Bam just gave you both a betrayed look as he essentially pouted where he was sitting.

"Yep. I win." Ville concluded, holding a hand up for a high-five as you joined him in the kitchen. You refrained from doing so, ignoring his scoff of protest as you stepped around him to get the mixer juice you were using out of the fridge.

"Drink at least a little juice with that." You warned as you watched Ville sloppily fill his cup back up with tequila, one of your arms circling around his waist as you leaned into his side. He let out a disgruntled huff but took the orange juice from you, adding about a splash to his tequila to satisfy your request.

"American juice is fucking disgusting. Yankees ruin everything." Ville grumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before pulling out of your grasp despite the fact that he had just called you a Yankee.

"Hey. Don't be like that." Just because he couldn't get his 'natural alpine blueberry juice' or whatever in America didn't mean he had to go dissing everything he laid his eyes on in your house. "You're such a grouch."

"No I'm not. I love you." Suddenly Ville was pouting, and then he dipped down to press kisses to your cheek, abandoning his glass on the counter in favor of inhaling you in your personal space. You laughed and let him do so, arms around his waist as he held your face in both hands and kissed you over and over again.

"Ah! Stop! Your breath is horrible." You complained after his kisses transformed into being basically open-mouthed, trying to hold his head away while you continued to laugh at the same time. He broke away with an outraged look on his face.

"Did you just say my breath stinks?" He was about as self aware as a bird in a room made of glass. Tequila, a ton of Japanese takeout, an entire bag of chips, and cigarettes didn't exactly create a melting pot of smells that rivaled roses. You snickered and nodded, leaning up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek instead.

"I still love you though." You reassured, getting out of his grasp so that you could actually make the drink that you'd come into the kitchen for in the first place. He just scoffed before smacking your ass what felt like as hard as he could, squeezing, and then leaving the kitchen.

What a sweetheart.

When you came back to the living room area conversation, which you had been mostly ignoring due to the fact that Ville had no doubt indulged in hearing about Bam’s relationship, they were talking. And, low and behold:

"—obviously there's criteria. You can't just say you're good because she gives it whenever you cry for it." Ville was saying from where he had gone right back to laying on the floor as if he was waiting for you to come back so that you could sit where you had been before.

"I don't cry for it! If anyone cries for it, it's probably you, stupid." Bam defended himself hotly, jabbing a finger at Ville and leaning back further into his seat on the couch. You snorted at that, and Ville just shook his head with a huge grin on his face.

"If you cry for your mama, she'll give you her tit." He said in a very philosophical tone, looking up to you as you made it to where you were going to sit down next to him with nothing but a pleased look on his face. You wrinkled your nose, because that was a terrible analogy, and Bam just groaned.

"Dude. That is so gross." He complained, shaking his head and running a hand over his face before then throwing it in the air. "What's your criteria, then?"

"First off, your lovely significant other should actually want to spend time with you." Ville said pointedly, motioning around the room to the lack of Bam’s girlfriend that was present with all of you. She refused to come anywhere with Bam more often than not (mostly because they had a habit of getting in huge arguments when they traveled together), so Bam was always the solo flier.

"We spend time together. When none of you fuckers are around." Bam defended himself, staring at both you and Ville with nothing but animosity in his eyes as Ville situated his head in your lap where you were sitting criss-cross as he rolled his eyes.

"Doing what? Fighting about your bitchy attitudes?" He muttered, furthering everyone but Bam's point. You laughed at that, and Bam just pouted more as he took a long sip of his drink.

"Hm. Fighting about bitchy attitudes. Reminds me of someone." He was death staring your side of the living room, and you knew he was referring to a fight you'd had at his house the month before when the two of you had been visiting. You gave him a mockingly sour look in return.

"Ha ha, dickhead." Clearly you'd gotten over that by now, considering Ville had manually moved your palm to rest against the side of his face so that you could brush your thumb back and forth across his cheek. "That was one time. You and Jenn fight like that all the time."

"Whatever you s—"

"Second, we have to have all overheard something shockingly vile of the sexual nature out of the both of you." Ville talked right over Bam's being a douche, holding up a second finger as he spoke. "And I've heard nothing but you specifically."

"And that doesn't count." You added, because you'd heard more than enough of what Bam and Jenn got up to once they were anywhere near each other; privacy available or not. If Ville had ever been as loud as Bam when you were as close to people as Jenn and Bam sometimes were, you would've kicked his ass.

"Ugh. That's not fair. What are you like, standing outside the door listening in?" Bam whined, throwing a hand in the air as he spoke. That wasn't a very based accusation, considering the amount of times Bam had hid outside your door and decided to burst in at unsavory moments just to prank you and Ville.

"You never know. I could start." Ville teased, wiggling his eyebrows at your pouting friend before he lifted his head just enough to where he could take a long sip of his tequila with minimal spilling. It being ‘minimal’ because a small stream started to roll sideways down his cheek, and you only caught it just in time before it ran right onto your crotch. "Alright, I'll give you an easier one. Has she ever asked you for a third?"

Bam hesitated a little bit at that, which would've about given Ville his answer had he been sober enough to pay attention to body language cues. You pursed your lips to hide a smile, because you were well aware of the fact that Bam had asked Jenn for a third, instead answering for him to save his ass from what would've been a whole show of tequila-induced, cackling-filled ridiculing from Ville had he found out the truth.

"She told me once that she had a huge crush on Ryan at the start of their relationship." That was true, and also common knowledge amongst everyone in the room besides Ville, so it was safe. Bam visibly relaxed as Ville started hyperventilating-laughing.

"Perfect! Maybe he's her type." He was clearly trying to start shit, because poking at Bam and Jenn's relationship in any way that Bam didn't start himself was basically a guarantee for a fight. Thankfully, Bam seemed drunk enough beyond caring. Ville was already talking again anyway, and he was looking right up at you. "When did she tell you that? When you were doing lady things together?”

Sometimes, you were deeply reminded of why men were so clearly the inferior species. You frowned.

“What does ‘lady things’ even mean?” You asked dryly, not sure if you even wanted to hear the answer to that. Bam was snickering, and Ville just looked glad that you’d asked.

"I don't know. Whatever women do. Get nails done, drink martinis, have pillow fights..." He trailed off with a simple shrug of a single shoulder, sounding pretty confident with his answer. That pulled a full laugh out of Bam, and you rolled your eyes.

"I don't do any of that." Well, sometimes you did have pillow fights, but that was only when Ville decided it would be funny to absolutely obliterate your head with a pillow out of nowhere. When Ville held up your hand where you had long, dark red nails as evidence for his first answer, you shook your head. "I did those myself. You were there."

"No. What girls do is order gross, fruity mixed drinks and then talk about sex with their friends for like, two hours straight." Bam filled Ville in as soon as he stopped laughing. Ville’s eyes lit up at that information.

"Oh! Why don't we ever do that?" He sounded more than excited by the idea, and you snickered because you knew that if he had been sober, he would’ve never participated in anything close to that.

“We are not doing that. Reign it in.” You sighed, trying not to laugh so that you sounded serious enough to keep him from opening the floodgates of information that should’ve definitely stayed between the two of you.

"Tequila makes you way too comfortable, man." Bam agreed, giving Ville an unnerved look at his suggestion. Ville scoffed in response, waving him off irritatedly as he turned on his side so that his face was half in your crotch and half on your leg.

"You're all fucking downers. No one knows how to have fun in America."

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It only took about another hour of Ville getting progressively more and more loose-lipped before you decided that it was going to have to be bedtime, which ended up being almost impossible to maneuver with Ville protesting and Bam requesting help getting set up for bed. When you finally got Bam set up on the couch with what felt like a million blankets, you returned to your room hoping that Ville had just passed out, only to find that that was absolutely not the case.

"You took for-fucking-ever." He whined sleepily from where he'd thankfully crawled into bed, rolling over to where you could see that he was sans-shirt and beckoning you lazily. "It's cold."

"I wish I could film you when you're like this and then show it to you in the morning." You teased as you turned off the light, heading towards the bed and shedding your pants on the way.

"I'm fine." Ville scoffed, voice a little quieter now that the room was dark. You could still see him due to the streetlights and neon signs that shined directly into your bedroom window considering people had no idea what a nighttime brightness level should be, and he was watching you intently as you crawled into bed after him.

"Fine as hell." You confirmed with a cheesy grin on your face, barely even touching down onto the mattress before he was rolling into your side of the bed and leeching himself onto you as you pushed your arm to rest underneath his head. You pressed a kiss to his cheek once you were comfortable next to him. "Do you want anything before I go to sleep?"

"I want you." He mumbled, his lips falling against your cheek as he dropped his face to rest against yours. You could feel his soft breath on your skin, and you continued to smile as both of his arms wrapped tightly around you. "Hold me."

Maybe you were a little biased when you said that tequila-drunk was your favorite version of drunk Ville.

"I am. I'm right here." You reached your hand to card gently through his hair, the feeling of his much shorter strands still a little foreign to you despite having had your hand on his head basically all night.

"Tighter." Despite that he wanted to deny that he was anything but fine, if sober Ville could hear how high of a whine he was currently speaking to me in, he would've been beyond annoyed. You breathed out a silent laugh but threw your free arm around his side, your nails scratching gently against his back as you got comfortable.

He seemed satisfied with your level of closeness then, and you felt him deep-exhale against your face before he completely stopped moving and settled in your arms with his eyes finally closed.

For about 30 seconds.

Just as you were beginning to feel alcohol-induced unconsciousness creeping up on you, Ville suddenly reanimated, pulling out of your grasp slightly and turning before he sat up on one elbow.

"I have something for you." He announced, talking completely over your exasperated sigh at how hard it was to put him to bed when he had even an ounce of energy still in his system at the end of the night.

"Honey, just stay in bed. You can give it to me tomorrow." You reasoned tiredly, reaching a hand up to gently cup his face before you let it fall softly to his chest. He shook his head.

"No. I have it." And then, in confusion, you watched as he pulled both hands away from you and before beginning to focus on his fingers. "Give me your hand."

You weren't sure if you liked the idea of giving him your hand, but you did so, setting your hand palm-up in his lap. You then realized that he was taking one of his rings off, and you became even more confused.

And then he was taking your hand gently by the wrist, holding it up so that he could see clearly, and slipping his pinky ring that matched a set of ten onto your left hand ring finger. Funnily enough, it fit perfectly, and he looked extremely proud of the fact. You stared at your hand for a second.

"Are you..." You weren't sure, but there was a very good chance that a love-drunk, tired Ville would propose to you off of enough tequila. He shook his head gently.

"Not a proposal. I just want you to have it because I love you." For how drunk he was, his voice came out completely calm and collected, his hand still holding your wrist as his thumb brushed across your palm.

"Oh my god, you are such a fucking sweetheart. I love you too." You were grinning like an idiot again despite your attempts to remain as calm as he was, and you immediately reached up to hold the back of his head at the same time he dipped down so that you could kiss him. As soon as your lips were on his he was leeching right back into your touch, and he kissed back lazily as he shrouded himself in your arms. When you broke away for air, you pressed an extra kiss to his temple. "I'm glad you came home, love."

"I never want to be away from you again." Ville mumbled almost inaudibly as he buried his face in your shoulder, basically bear-hugging you as you rubbed his back gently. "Hold me forever."

Like you said; such a sweetheart. You did exactly that, holding him and dragging your nails softly up and down his back until you heard him starting to snore against your neck as his grip around you gently started to loosen. You were finally able to fall asleep once he was no longer basically squeezing you to death as you inhaled the gentle hint of his cologne that still stuck to him with the absence of his shirt.

God, life could not get any fucking better when it was like this.

#ville valo #ville valo x reader #ville valo fic #ville hermanni valo #HIM #his infernal majesty #bam margera #jackass #jackass imagine #jackass mtv #jackass movie #so incredibly self indulgent

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chiconisroc · 4 months

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Questions and Answers for Was Not The Hero Part 9

Quick Announcement: I will be writing the next chapter soon , sorry for the super long wait v.v

Now for questions and answers:

How powerful is the Catholic Church in your story

Answer: They are pretty powerful. I don't want to spoil too much but let's say they have many peeps around the world who can use magic by different means : ). Usually though, they don't use such peeps unless they have to like fighting against other magical beings or magical users who are a threat to the world.

2. How would Philip react to his og death and his dragon form in the original series

Answer: He would be shocked that Luz's friends killed him in such a merciless way and would be shocked at himself that he allowed himself to turn himself into a dragon and probably ashamed too.

3. What are the ages for sister Lilian,Luna, and Father Francis?

Answer: Father Francis is about 40, Lilian is 33, Luna is 56

4. Tim I wish you were born a girl fits Philip and Silas relationship

Answer: hahaha, yah :'c

5. Would the Collector and Philip be buddies later on

Answer: They would yeah. in my version, the collector isn't such an innocent child.

6. is Silas and Elizabeth biologically immortal?

Answer: Oh, I can't answer this, spoilers : 3. Some of the answer will be provided in the next chapter though : D

More questions and Answers:

7. Is your Catholic Church similar to the Hellsing organization but more moral

Answer: i never seen Hellsing, but from the little description I found " It's created for the sole purpose of keeping the country save from Supernatural threats" I guess so?

8. Philip will fear the term BDSM if he heard or saw it

Answer: he would be hahaha

9. Can your Philip have the drive to be a Model? I mean he handsome and looks good in dresses and suits.

Answer: He wouldn't honestly, but he for sure would look good in such clothes : )

10. Philip technically slept with a man

Answer: hahaha, he did : D

11. Can Philip swim? If not I could see Silas or Luz trying to teach him to float in water and preventing him from drowning in deep waters

Answer: Philip can't : o, and hahaha, now, a scene of either of those teaching him would be funny : 3

12. Silas would feel bad for Hunter and how Philip used to treat him

Answer: Oh, Silas's reaction will be a scene I'm excited to write , won't say much about it : )

13. Would the Hexsquad and Philip like the song “Red Fraction” by Mell

Answer: I say so, very intense : o

14. I want a Virgin vs Chad meme depicting Philip and Silas with Philip being the Virgin and Silas as the Chad describing how better he is

Answer: LOL, I mean, I would love something like that too hahaha

15. Does your Philip dislike romance?

Answer: He never thinks about it honestly : o, so he has no opinions on it

16. I want some Alexander Baxter and Samuel Hale Yaoi fanart

Answer: Hahaha, even though I don't ship them if peeps want to draw it i say go for it, lolol

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pellaaearien · 3 months

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I'm always a slut for AWFA so would love if you wanted to talk more about the sequel 👀👀👀

🤘five-and-dimes

Hello my dear <3

I did answer this here but I'm just really excited for all the changes that I have planned (none of which are actually written yet v.v)

In lieu of that, please accept sweater paws Dream

“Here.” He holds the cardigan out to Dream, who looks at it like no one had ever explained the concept of a sweater to him before. His eyes flick from it to Hob. “Try this on, love,” Hob prompts. “I wanted to get supper started soon anyway.” “You do not wish to touch me.” Dream’s face is carefully neutral. “Dream,” Hob nearly chuckles. “I think you can tell from my dreams that isn’t true. I always want to touch you. But this is a really nice sweater, and this way we can work up to it, yeah?” Dream takes it slowly, making it clear that he is doing so on sufferance. Hob doesn’t care, so long as he takes it. He moves away into the kitchen, not wanting to put Dream on the spot by watching him put it on, and starts the water boiling for pasta. When he chances a glance back at Dream, the entity is standing in his living room, rubbing his arms absently, clearly experimenting with the way the fabric feels against his skin.My clothing is an extension of myself, Dream had said. He wonders what it’s like for him, wearing something that isn’t. The sweater is large on Hob, so it’s a bloody tent on Dream, the sleeves hanging down well past his hands. It also isn’t black, but a cosy shade of burgundy. His heart flips over at seeing Dream in his clothes. He bites back a grin and turns away.

[wip asks]

#thanks for asking!#awfa sequel #wip game

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dont-look-up-at-the-sky · 7 months

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Something I find amusing about C.C. & Lelouch's relationship (spoiler: it's not amusing at all) As a premise, despite everything I'm going to say, CluClu is my otp and will ever be, so this is not intended as a hate shitpost, even if who doesn't like them as a couple is also absolutely welcome to give their take. Furthermore, the topic of my discourse is just their relationship regardless you see it as romantic or not.

Now, to get to the matter, let's take a look first at the other two girls. I've always felt that Lelouch relationship with Shirley and Kallen were somewhat unbalanced, since they clearly had deep, sincere feelings towards him, but as much as he reciprocated them (as friends or almost-lover it doesn't matter here), it's always been them to give the strongest evidence of these feelings. He obviously cared a lot about both, and if I'm being honest I think that Shirley could have been his first love, but he only shows how much important they are to him under dramatic circumstances or if solicited, in response to some showing of "affection" from their part.

In Shirley's case, when he kisses her back after her father's death, when he wipes off her memories, when he blushes because he was expecting her to kiss him and then, sadly, when she dies. As for Kallen, the strongest example that comes to mind to me is when he says "you have to live" after he lied so that she didn't sacrifice her life for him. (I won't take into consideration when he made a move on her, for the following reasons: because he was at his lowest point and was only looking for something to numb himself, sex was the same as drugs at that time, no less self-destructive, and definitely not an act of love; moreover, because he didn't show her any affection AT ALL—what he said to her was straight up insulting and degrading (I state this as a matter of fact, but I'm not judging him here, I could talk about this another time), not something I would proudly bring as a proof of his feelings for her. Lastly, because my point now it's not to demonstrate which girl he had ROMANTIC feelings for.)

Then we have C.C. The only one among the three whose feelings for him were ambiguous to say the least. For the most part of the story, she manipulated and used him for her purposes by encouraging him towards the path that was most convenient for her. She knew from the start the truth about his mother, she watched him struggle and never said a word because that could have made him falter in his determination. She was aware of Charles plans, which she had been complicit with in the past, and also that he had a geass, but never shared these informations with Lelouch, again because that could damage her aim. She was the person who more than anyone else saw how much he was suffering, and I believe she started to care about him even early on the story, but still this wasn't enough to stop her.

Obviously she was conflicted, she often looks torn between what she wants to gain from him and a genuine feeling that she can't allow herself to have. Also, we could argue that, had she really wanted to go all the way with her plan, she could have done so already by trying to kill him, in order to push him to accept the code as the nun did with her (we know from Charles and V.V. that's not necessary to wait for the geass to evolve in both eyes). But she never does this. Deep inside she's not as selfish as she pretends and would like to be, and at a closer look it's lecit to wonder if at some point her decision to stay at his side wasn't for her purposes anymore, even if that was what she kept telling herself—but this doesn't make her actions towards Lelouch any less wrong, any less selfish and manipulative.

As I stated before, among the three C.C. is the only one who, even if she truly had feelings for him, never prioritised them over herself. Even the scene where she comforts him after Euphemia's death is ambiguous, since those words and that gesture came from a person who was taking advantage of him all along.

What about Lelouch though? To me it's always been even shocking how open his feelings for her were (whether you intend them as romantic or not, again, it doesn't matter!). We know him as a person who always acts quite cold (even if he's not), but then we have "I don't know why snow is white, but I think it's beautiful", "If you're a witch then I shall become a warlock", "I promise you the smile you never had", even that snarky "I cannot be friends with a goddess, I've made a contract with the devil". He worries that she could get hurt or die even if he knows she's immortal. To not speak about how he allows himself to be vulnerable in front of her and just her.

So, to refer to the title, what I find "amusing" is how the girl he shows most openly his feelings for is exactly the one who apparently reciprocate less and, for a fact, the one whose reasons for being at his side have always been not totally genuine.

That could open another matter of analisys which I find interesting about Lelouch, namely how his relationship with Suzaku is an ulteriore example of how he clings the most to the people who somewhat reject him and don't give him any assurance that they won't leave him. From a psychological point of view, it seems in line with a young man who in his childhood has suffered from severe trauma bounded to loss and abandonment. It's common in these cases to have the strongest reactions to real or imaginary threats of abandonment, while unconsciously re-enacting the trauma by being emotionally driven towards those who show they could leave at any moment unless you make efforts to hold them back. But this could be the subject of another topic one day, a topic that I would probably call "why I think that Lelouch shows many symptoms of borderline personality disorder, despite the more popular fan-diagnosis that I feel are sometimes dued to a general misunderstanding of personality disorders". Well, that's it! I'm curious to read your opinions, if you like to share :)

#code geass #lelouch lamperouge #c.c.#character analysis or a bad attempt at it #just me rambling about my fav anime of all time #sorry #kallen kozuki #kallen stadtfeld #shirley fenette #special mention to #suzaku kurugi #bc you simply cannot talk about lelouch without talking about him too #we all know he's the only one who truly got to reach his heart #literally

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tamariasykes-art · 6 months

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Random Vesper Sexuality Headcanons

V.I Freud: He distinguishes between two types of people. Bad pilots and good pilots. If someone is part of the latter group then the changes for them to catch Freud's interest are still low unless they actually manage to give him a interesting fight. Once someone does catch his interest tho, they better run because he isn't going to let them go anytime soon. He also has an on and off relationship with Snail.

V.II Snail: He is bi as in bitter old men. In his younger years he actually had a few relationship but none of them lasted too long due to him prioritizing his work more and more. Sometimes if he is frustrated enough he gets freaky with Freud, but that is the barest minimum of human contact he can handle.

V.III O'Keeffe: He was in a close relationship with Middle Flatwell when the latter was still working for Schneider. It has been years since they went their separated ways but for O'Keeffe, there is no that makes him feel like Flatwell made him feel. No one else can fill the void in his heart. (He is not over him)

V.IV Rusty: Rusty always loves 621/ Raven. No matter in what time, not matter their gender, not matter what they look like, one thing always stays the same; Rusty adores 621.

V.V Hawkins: He doesn't have a set preference. What he cares about in a partner is a kind heart and mutual understanding. Since he became the leader of the Vespers fifth squad, most of his time has been consumed by work and he hasn't had a chance to meet people. Luckily, one of his fellow vespers would be all to happy to help him relief some of his frustrations.

V.VI Maeterlinck: She takes her work very seriously and believes a relationship would be nothing but a distraction. You wonder whether or not she is likes men or woman? She's wondering why you would waste her time with such a pointless inquiry.

V.VII Swinburne: Similarly to Maeterlinck, he doesn't bother with such trivial things as 'relationships'. And even if he tried, he would probably drive away any possible partner with his attitude. After his re-education however he gets weak in the knees as soon as someone is even remotely nice to him.

V.VIII Pater: He likes men. Especially if they are older than him. And his superior. And hard to get. He also has been spending a lot of times with V.V Hawkins lately.

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strwbrrybxn · 1 year

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part v.v: she says most assuredly; word count: two thousand four hundred and forty-one words

☞︎︎︎ pairing: nanami kento x fem!reader

☞︎︎︎ warnings: MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS, shibuya incident arc spoilers, serious injuries, third person pov, blood, scars, mentions of tragedy and fighting

☞︎︎︎ genre: angst, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

☞︎︎︎ au: sugar daddy au, jjk canonverse

characters: nanami kento, reader, gojo satoru, itadori yuji, megumi fushiguro, mahito

a/n: creds to the artist who drew this beautiful fanart. I don't know who it is, but I got it from @/kuzanryo from pinterest. I had a really rough time finishing this because the first ending was so sad and heartbreaking that I needed a moment to breath before writing this so I'm sorry this has taken me so long to write, but I appreciate everyone who reads it and waited patiently for it.

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Kento was never the type of man who had the ability to speak on his emotions. He was blunt, straightforward, logical, but emotionally? He struggled. How does one tell someone they’ve known for years that they’ve been in love with them from the very start. From the minute they came crashing into him. So many thoughts, so many words swirled inside his head, feelings of love and admiration; feelings of need.

The date earlier in the night had only sealed his feelings for the woman in his arms; the woman who made him question his very existence prior to her arrival. How did he manage to live without her by his side all those years? She was truly a miracle — his ray of sunshine, and he wanted to tell her that; he needed to tell her how in love with her he was. She who made him question his own plans — plans he made that only involved himself. Now he was thinking about how to incorporate her; how to weave her into those plans. Would she want to go to Malaysia? How many rooms should they have in their home? How many children would be running amuck throughout their home?

“Tell me what your big plan is,” she whispered, startling him. She smiled when she looked at him, taking in the questioningly look inside his eyes. “Your plan for retirement. Tell me what it is.”

“I’m hoping it happens after this mission, to be honest.” She snuggled back into her spot, humming along to let him know she was listening. “Open a bakery in a quiet place, maybe the suburbs, maybe a different country.”

“Different country? Have you traveled a lot?”

“I have.” His fingers brushed through the natural hair that had grown throughout the year. He remembered telling her he loved it and the next thing he knew, she was growing her hair out and cutting out the bleached ends. A new beginning, she told him when he caught her in the bathroom with clumps of damaged hair surrounding her feet.

“What was your favorite place?”

“Malaysia,” he answered without hesitation.

“We should go there, then.” We. We could go there. “I mean, I figure you won’t leave me behind in this place-”

“Never.”

“Then let me wiggle my way into your plans.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he whispered, lips pressing to the skin of her head.

“Would you find another job?”

“I’ve thought about it.”

“Share your ideas with me, please.”

“I’d rather hear yours.” Kento’s fingers curled around her hip, a soft hum leaving his lips as he felt her body melt against his.

“My plans?” She thought for a moment. “I never thought about the future. I never thought the future mattered when I grew up in such a household, but after meeting you,” she smiled, chin resting on his chest so she could get a better look at him. “I think I want my future to consist of you. Just wiggle me into what you’ve already decided for yourself and I promise I will be content as long you’re in my arms every night.” Kento was about to argue, about to tell her that this isn’t how compromising and relationships would work but the next words out of her mouth forced the words to die on his tongue from the utmost assurance radiating from them. “Wherever you are is where I want to be.”

After that, all he could hear was the hammering of his heart and feel the sweat of his palms as he sat up, startling her as she quickly pulled the sheets around her bare body. It wasn’t the most perfect moment, but she was perfect so any moment with her was the right moment for this. His fingers fumbled as he reached into the nightstand drawer. Her head tilted to the side, her own stomach churning with feelings she only ever felt with him.

It was as if she was nervous about what was happening, the good kind of nerves that one only gets when something is about to change their life for the better. The anxious rise and fall of his chest made her fingers curl around the sheets and she caught sight of the small velvet box in his palm.

“It’s soon — too soon,” he whispered. “I know that, but I don’t care. You don’t have to say anything. You don't have to answer me yet, but,” The ring – tear-drop in shape and just the perfect size – appeared in her line of sight. It was like the oxygen was pulled from her lungs and her heart jumped into her throat. “Wear this if you feel the same way about it. If you love me the way I love you.”

Another beat of silence before she managed to choke out, “An-and what way is that?”

“If you’re in love with me as much as I’m in love with you.”

She didn’t have to tell him anything, she knew that, and at this point, she didn’t trust her voice. With shaky fingers, she slipped the jewelry on her left ring finger, sighing contently at how beautifully it fit. The same way she fit in his arms.

The urgent call from Gojo came right at dawn, the phone ringing and Kento jumping out of bed with a start. She barely moved, too used to the way Kento would rush out of the bed and throughout the house to get ready for work. It wasn’t until the harsh whispers reached her ears that she stirred awake. Kento sounded frustrated and Gojo sounded… serious. It was abnormal.

The feeling of dread burrowed itself into the pits of her stomach as she pulled one of his hoodies over her head and headed into the living room to find the best friends huddled together and the vein protruding from Kento’s forehead. She couldn’t explain what this feeling was, and where it came from. Because she knew what he did and worried for his safety? Or was it something entirely different?

“Mornin’.” Gojo hummed without breaking eye contact from Kento. The blonde tilted his head to look at his girlfriend, a small smile curling at his lips.

“Good morning, baby.” The words slipped from his lips without missing a beat, a smile gracing his face when he finally turned towards her.

“Where are you going this time?” She whispered, eyes downcast towards the ring on her finger. Gojo shoved his hands in his pockets and Nanami took the strides across the room to kiss her forehead.

“Shibuya,” He hummed. “It looks perfect on you,” Kento whispered, forehead pressed against hers. “I promise to come back right away. I love you.”

“I’ll bring him back safely, I promise.” The snow haired man smiled from the doorway, whisking away her boyfriend without a second glance behind him. She just prayed he’d keep his promise.

[BIG BIG MANGA SPOILERS so *ahem* i’m not responsible for you ignoring this warning and continuing to read]

Nanami trudged down the hall after his fight; burns scorched the entirety of his left side, including his face, from Jogo’s Dragon’s Death Swarm and flames. He was growing delirious as the seconds passed with his sluggish steps. His blade dangled from his fingers. The sooner he finished this, the quicker he could go home and see her; kiss her, tell her he loved her, take her away. He could make sure she never worried about his safety again. He could retire.

A photo booth’s curtain slid open once Nanami walked passed, Mahito, with a mischievous smile across his stitched face, holding his legs up and content with the events unraveling in front of him.

Kento stepped off the final step, coming face to face with the swarm of transfigured humans and he stopped for a moment.

Fwoo. “Malaysia,” he said, head tilting up to the ceiling. “Yeah, Malaysia. Taking her to Kuantan would be nice. Build us a house on a secluded beach. Finally get around to reading the countless books I’ve bought. I could finally go through them page by page… kinda like taking back the time I’ve lost.” He took a deep breath.

No, right now, you’re… you’re heading over to save Fushiguro… but what about Maki… and Naobito? What happened to them?

Tired… so tired. Yeah, I’m just tired. I’ve done enough, haven’t I?

“I can go home now.” With his blade in the air, he cut and sliced through all the transfigured humans, cutting them down before a hand pressed to his chest. His eye glanced down, taking in the appearance. Stitches on the arm. Mahito.

“I didn’t know you were here…” Exhausted.

“Yup. The whole time. Wanna chat? We go way back, after all.”

Haibara, what the hell was I trying to do anyway? I ran. Even though I ran away, I came back with the vague reason of finding the work worthwhile.

The man standing in front of him; his old partner from high school. His dead partner from high school – Yu Haibara.

“Itadori.” A stupid smile from Mahito.

“Nanamin!” No, Haibara. That’s not right. I can’t say that to him. It’ll end up becoming a curse for him.

“Itadori…” Nanami smiled, head held high as he spoke to the protégé. “you’ve got it from here.”

Ringing. That was all she heard; the constant ringing in her ears and it distracted her from Yuji and Megumi's words.

What were they saying?

What is that sound?

She watched the words leave their lips, tried to read them off.

Severely burned. Heart stopped.

She could feel her own stop; feel the way it skipped and ripped before Yuji opened his mouth again.

“He’s awake and breathing.”

He’s alive? She could barely focus when she felt Yuji’s hands gently grip hers. They were barely there… or maybe she was just numb. She refused to get her hopes up, refused to think about what to expect when she walked into that hospital room.

Once they got her in the car, Yuji told Ijichi everything. The assistant director knew better than to try and speak at the moment. He saw the distanced look in her eyes, the glaze over her irises and pursed his lips.

“How long–” she started, voice hoarse from screaming earlier. “How long was he out?” Her eyes memorized every scene that passed the window. She didn’t look up, didn’t spare him a glance and if it hadn’t been so quiet in the car, he never would have heard her.

“Minutes,” was all he could bring himself to say. He couldn’t tell her his heart stopped beating for six minutes; that his breathing stopped two minutes before that. How they resuscitated him, and succeeded, is still unknown. She didn’t say anything else.

She tried to mentally prepare herself for walking into the hospital room, but she wasn’t given a chance to when she saw the tufts of blonde hair taking a walk outside in the garden (against doctor’s orders, of course). The tears blurred her eyes as she stood under the arch, taking in his ragged appearance as he watched the trees blow in the wind above him. She just wanted to run up to him and hug him, tell him she loved him and that she’s so happy he’s okay, but when he turned his head, eye scanning the figure in front of him, the tears spilled over onto her cheeks.

He was nowhere near as okay. No one had told her that the damage caused to his face and body were as brutal, and as shocking, as they were.

His lips parted, his own tears blurring his only good eye as he hobbled towards her with the walking cane they had given him.

“Princess,” he whispered, voice strained. His heart was breaking at the sight of her tears.

“You’re— Na–Nami—” She managed to choke out, heart clenching as he reached her. All she wanted to do was throw herself into his arms, but she wasn’t even sure he’d be able to hold her. The worries, however, didn’t seem to reach her boyfriend as the cane clattered against the walkway and large, strong arms thrust her into his chest. That was all it took for the sobbing to start, the dam of tears drenching the hospital gown covering his ragged and worn body. He was sure she could feel the scar of a hole that almost ripped apart his entire abdomen, but it was a conversation for another time. For now, he needed to hold her as tightly as he could. “I-I thought–” She didn’t want to speak on it; couldn't speak on it. The words wouldn't leave her throat.

“Shhh. Don’t worry, baby. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” He smiled, bony fingers clad in bandages brushing through the grown out brown locks of her hair. She blubbered against his chest, heart hammering in her rib cage as she could feel his own beating just as fast. She clung to him, locked her arms around his middle — almost as though, if she let go, he’d disappear with the wind flowing around them. “I love you,” he whispered against her hair, speaking it aloud for the first time in what felt like years, but it was only a few days. A single tear slipped down his cheek, a shaky breath leaving his lungs. He was safe. He was home with her in his arms.

BONUS — Two Years Later

The crying has finally ceased in the household and for the first time in three months, the home is quiet at 3 AM. The blonde sighs as he rubs his eyes, completely unsure of how he got her to calm down finally, but careful not to wake her up.

“Is she asleep?” The woman whispers from the doorway, arms crossed and a yawn slipping out. Kento smiles, looking up from the baby in his arms to see his fiance trudge across the room tiredly.

“She just fell asleep.” She takes the spot beside her fiance, leaning her head against his shoulder. As she reaches forward, the baby’s fingers wrap around her index finger instinctively. She stays like that for a moment before taking the little one into her arms and placing her back in her crib. “How do you do this so effortlessly?”

A snort leaves her nose and she’s quick to cover her face with a surprised look. The baby stirs slightly in the crib before settling back down, asleep and content with the blanket her father bought her. It’s a mini version of the one he gifted her when she finally came back from the hospital, and it still smells like him. “I’m not as graceful as you are with her.” She strides over to her fiance, climbing into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. “You’re a wonderful dad..”

“A wonderful dad?”

“The most wonderful dad.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“And I love you, Nami,” she says most assuredly. A smile graces her face once more before she presses a kiss to his slightly chapped lips.

He was beyond happy with the life he was graced with — a life that was almost taken from him; a life he’d never take for granted again.

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(set in a somewhat fantasy world)

A child walking all alone in a field, his clothes bloodied. His family had all been killed, yet his face had no emotions at all despite him not the killer.

As he walks, some farmer working in the field kept whispering bad things about his family. "they deserved it", "I had always hated them", "wish he was killed too", v.v. Tho he pay them no mind. A boy with red scarf suddenly ran up him and shout at the loudly whispering farmers "oi! Leave him alone, haven't he been through enough already?!" the boy in bloody clothes look at the boy in red scarf, eyes widen at the sudden kind gesture. He had never receive such kindness before, not even from his family.

Red scarf boy: "Do you want to join me on the road of greatness?". He asked proudly.

boy in bloody clothes: "...what?". He narrows his eyes.

Red scarf boy: "I'm training to be an adventure and you've just been recruited to be my sidekick!"

Boy in bloody clothes: "ok...?".

Red scarf boy: "let's go, then. To the training ground!" he said loudly and push the bloodied clothes boy forward.

By now, the boy in bloody clothes was utterly confused, yet he didn't turn away from the other boy.

Red scarf boy: "by the way, what's your name? I'm Floyd Enderworths."

Bloody clothes boy: "Lowis"

Floyd: "no last name, huh? Then from now on you'll be Lowis Enderworths!"

Lowis: "sure"

Though seemingly emotionless, Lowis was happy that someone would take him in.

Floyd turns out to be an orphan training under the adventure's guild. Eversince those two met, they were inseparable. Later in life they make names to themselves and become legendary adventurers.

While on a peculiar mission in a thick forest, they met a shadowy creature with a humanoid figure. Lowis can't understand why but his head hurts everytime he see the creature's face. Failing to see clearly, he was unaware that an attack was coming towards him. Then when he realise it, Floyd had already jumped in front of him to block the attack. Lowis stare in horror as the attack broke Floyd's sword in half and sliced into him. He then tried his best to fend off the creature while keeping Floyd alive. The creature then lured him away from Floyd and that is where he found out that it might be afraid of light. Lowis quickly craft a makeshift torch and drove the creature away. When he returned to Floyd, it was already too late. He was bleeding out. Lowis tried everything he could but it wasn't enough, and any towns or villages would be too far away. knowing his defeat, he clutches onto Floyd tightly.

Floyd: "heh. You shouldda seen yourself in the mirror, it was hilarious!". He laughs weakly.

Floyd: "though, it would've been better if I could see you at your wedding. You know, all that happy stuff?" he slaps his hand on Lowis's shoulder a few time before resting on it.

Floyd: "...Lewis, would you be a brother and pour one out for me at your wedding?" he look at Lowis sadly though his smile never faltered.

Lowis: "...sure" Lowis was now hunching over Floyd, clinging on him desperately. Frowning at his brother's cruel fate.

Floyd: "...thanks...Lowis".

Floyd's body then goes limped. He was no longer alive. Lowis then picks him up and carried him out of the forest and into a grassfilled land. Where Lowis put on his scarf and burry him in a makeshift grave.

Time goes on, Lowis picks up sculpting and made some last few adventure before settling down and makes monuments of Floyd. When asked, Lowis always say "Floyd'd always wanted to be a legendary adventure and gets his own statue". After that, he met a girl with the same love for crafting. Turns out Lowis had saved her grandma in one of his many adventures and her family gladly welcomes him in. Lowis and that girl fell in love and soon comes the marriage day.

Lowis was out doing some last minutes check in the town while the girl's family prepare back at their home. Lowis and the girl had a favorite food stall that they usually go to so today he came to pick up some food for her.

Seller: "here ya go, on the house!". Gives Lowis his bag of foods.

Lowis: "no need, I can pay my bills". Lowis pull out a few coins in his pocket and was about to put it on the table when the seller slaps his hand.

Seller: "Ay! ay! None of that".

Seller: "just take the food, will ya. Can take it as an apology for not making it to ya wedding". Grins.

Another seller: "yeah, take it as our gratitude! We mean it!"

Lowis: "thank you. Really. I'll be going now". As Lowis turns to leave, the Seller slaps him on his back.

Seller: "go get her, kid! Don't forget ta pour one out for me, ya hear?"

Lowis clutches onto Floyd's scaft, which he has been wearing it eversince he died, and smiled at the sellers and leave.

Seller: "would ya look at that smile. Just ta think a few years ago we were terrified of him!"

Another seller: "ha! No one would've think that he'd turn out to be such a sweet boi. But I've never had that doubt!"

Different seller: "sure ya didn't. Who came to my door, knocking and screaming crazily about a younster that look like he could eat us all alive?"

Another seller: "oi! That was a different time!". All three sellers laughs.

Lowis now walking back home, smiling and holding on to Floyd's scarf.

Lowis: "thanks, Floyd. I found the place where I belong. I'm happy".

Lowis's mind was fluttering with happy thoughts when he catch a whiff of blood in the air.

Lowis's body suddenly jolted back into senses and starts running back to his house, fearing the worst. There, he found his house in a mess while the blood of his loved ones splattered everywhere. Lowis stare on in horror as his happy life gets torns to shreats. He lets go of the bag of foods and drop onto his knees, his breathing racked. Just when he starts to lose it, a rustle sound came from the back of the house. Lowis steady his breathing and racing mind down and approached the back of the house. There, he found it again. The shadow creature that took his brother and family away. Lowis then bolted towards the basement. He knew that he had kept his old stuff there. On his last few adventures, Lowis had researched about this creature and found that their appearance was a match for his family's killer years ago. The memory was so painful that his subconscious tried to block it out, only to end in his brother's death. But this time would be different. Lowis scowled through his old adventuring stuff and pull out a small dagger wrapped in silks. When open, the lights shine from it was as radience as the sun.

This was Lowis's burning desire. He wrap it back up into a thin piece of cloth and charge out to find that shadowy creature. Only to find that it had left, but not for too long. Lowis chase after the blood stain on the ground to find the creature by a river, washing away at the blood. The creature sensed Lowis approaching and threw out a bombardment of attacks towards him. Though his adventuring days were over, Lowis still kept the skills and physique for this moment. He charges towards the creature with everything he got, not caring for the wounds that it had and will inflict on his body. When close enough, the creature threw out a last attempt at him. Only for it's hand to be slice in half by the dagger, and as it staggered, Lowis plunged the dagger deep into it's chest. It screached out loudly, enough to make Lowis's eardrums burst. But he no longer cares for his body, Lowis repeatedly slices at the creature body. After a while, the creature no longer move and lays there as it's entire upper body had been sliced to mush. The creature is no longer alive, but soon too will Lowis. In it's last attempts, it had inflicted numerous deadly wounds on Lowis's body.

Lowis having finished his revenge, limped back to his house as blood pour down from his wounds. He walks into his house and find his wife laying on the floor. Lowis than props her up on their bed, pour a cup of alcohol from a nearby cupboard and sit next to her.

Lowis: "I am here as Lowis Enderworths". He raise his glass up high.

Lowis: "here to give a toast to this happy day. I thank my family, for giving me life. I thank Floyd Enderworths, my brother, for giving me purpose in life. I thank my wife, for bringing that purpose to life. And I thank my wife's family and everyone for accepting me for how flawed I am. Without any of you, I wouldn't be here today. To my wife, my brother, and our joined family, I will be with you soon. and to everyone who is still alive, I wish you a fullfilling life. Thank you".

Lowis hugs his wife close as he drinks the alcohol cup to it's last drop. His visions starts to get blurry and his body goes limps. He lies down next to his wipe and try to make uot her face's features with eyes covered in tears. He smile happily at her as his brain shuts down.

"I love you"

Happy holidays.

#‪ᯅ̈#Story #A fun little story for the holidays

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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Is there any chance you can do a fluff Shane Walsh alphabet now so we have the set? Pleeease?

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I would absolutely love,love,love to do this and I'm here for matching sets, lets be real. It would've driven me nuts to not have both sides of the coin so thank you, thank you, thank you for sending me this!

warnings ;

I kind of delved into Shane's upbringing here and there so tw for shitty fathers / anger issues / drinking and hints of emotional abuse at the hands of a parent. It is v.v vague though, so hopefully, nobody's put off.

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{ graphic by me with help from pinterest + google images. jsyk. }

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

--- Shane is very affectionate, however... He's been through a lot in his life so it takes a while -a really long while, for that affection to show itself in more obvious ways. He sticks to smaller gestures. Maybe fond teasing, checking on a person to make sure they're doing the bare minimal to take care of themselves, lingering hugs and forehead kisses, ahhh.. Always has his arm around you when he's really starting to open up, that's one of the first tells.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

--- Protective but with a side of realism. He will protect his best friends with his life. He'll help them out any way he can, but.. If you want a yes-man and not the blunt and honest truth, it's not advised to befriend this man, because if you're being fucking stupid, he's going to tell you that you're being fucking stupid and he won't mince words or be gentle about it either. He's also v. argumentative, stubborn and a bit of a practical joker. The argumentative and stubborn parts are the ones you need to know about the most, however. Because he'll argue with a goddamn brick wall if you let him. A friendship with him probably started from a rivalry, tbh. I feel like he's made a lot of friends this way, he has to test a person through and through first.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

--- Shane loves to cuddle. He'd rather die than admit it -toxic masculinity victim right here, writer feels as if his father drilled all sorts of toxic shit into his head like it's not manly to cry or cuddle or talk feelings, etc and this was a huge factor in the dark turn he took, but anyway... He loves to cuddle and when you finally get him used to being allowed to do it / ask for it whenever he wants it, I feel like it'll look something like -> this or this, depending.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

--- He does. He really does. He's all about that domestic life, the only problem here is, he's got the wrong mindset, hence the reason he has so much trouble actually finding a person worthy of it. He's a damn good cook, neatness and cleaning however... Not his strong suit. He's not messy chaos, he's just not overly tidy, either. As long as he can find something, he doesn't worry too much about it.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

--- Whew.. Okay, so breaking up. If he's breaking up with you, he's reached the absolute end of the line, the rope and his patience. That or he's afraid he's losing you anyway and he's trying to avoid any extra pain. I feel like at first, he'd avoid them. But you can only avoid a person for so long, right? When the confrontation finally occurs, he'd be short and blunt and to the point. He'd listen to his partner, he'd try to talk things out, but if his mind is made up and he's already in the avoiding you stage, the latter isn't always going to happen. The quicker he can get through the pain of doing this, the better for him because this asshole does not handle emotional pain well, not at all, not even slightly.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

--- He absolutely loves the idea of belonging to someone and having someone belong to him. He longs for it, I think this is a huge factor as to why he spiraled so far out of control and things for him turned to a shit show at the end. I feel like he'd probably hold off upwards of a year (in a normal setting) and he'd want to live with his partner a little bit first just to make damn sure you're going to be compatible. (in an apocalyptic setting) he'll move quicker because he just wants something of his own, he wants his person and he doesn't want to wait around so long that something horrible happens to him or to you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

--- hahahaha omg, okay. So this man is not gentle at all emotionally. He was probably raised by a v.v old school -read, drunken asshole, borderline abusive and emotionally stunted, father who drilled into his head that men don't do certain things at all and being gentle is one of those things. He will try to be gentle with the person he loves, however, but it's something he has to actively make an effort to do -though if he really loves someone, he doesn't mind doing it. Physically, -especially if you're smaller or he feels you're weaker and you need it, this man is the epitome of gentle to an extent. If he loves you and he cares at all, he's fucking treating you with kid gloves. The only exception to this is when he's angered. If he's angered though, and he really cares and he doesn't feel desperate or backed to a corner, he'll still do everything in his power to keep treating you gentle.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

--- He likes them but.. only if he really knows the person in question. He's not the kind of man who likes strangers touching him for no goddamn reason. He'll hug those he cares about a lot. I mean, a lot. Because it's his way to tell them how he feels. His hugs are tight and engulfing, he'll melt into you or let you melt into him, and his hands are all over you. They linger for what feels like an eternity too.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

--- It takes him a while. Sometimes this tends to frustrate his lovers/partners. But he's gotta be sure he feels some kind of way and you feel that way back. he doesn't like empty words or gestures.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

--- He has such a huge jealous streak, holy shit. He lingers, his hands are all over you, he's shooting the other person dirty looks til they feel like they need to fuck off like five minutes ago. He'll fight in a heartbeat if he feels like the other person is trying to threaten or harm you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

--- Ugh oh my god. So he likes to grab your jawline or your face and rest his hands on either side of it (or the column of your neck) and just really get in there, y'know? All this and he's got you as close as he can get you to him. He bites and sucks your lips til they might bruise. He will stray from there and leave a line of lil kisses and nips down your neck. His go to kissing places are the back of your shoulder, your neck, your lips, your forehead and the tip of your nose while he's holding both of your hands. He loves lip kisses. And shoulder kisses, god, if you kiss this man and lean against him from behind, he's fucking putty in your hands.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

--- He's pretty good with kids. The baby-babies kind of freak him the fuck out though because they're so smalll and fragile and there's so much shit that can accidentally go wrong to hurt 'em. But the slightly older ones? Amazing, he's amazing with them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

--- considering he hates getting up early, it's spent cuddled into bed with him, a tangle of limbs and sheets. When you finally emerge from the bed blanket and body burrito cocoon you had going on, then the two of you cook breakfast together and you have to start this man a pot of black coffee otherwise, your hash browns are getting sugared and your pancake batter is salted.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

--- Eating together, whether it be takeout or something one of you has cooked. Afterwards, you'll probably wind up cuddling on the couch to watch tv / talk or read. Then he's all about sharing a shower or bath, like.. it just feels so good to touch you, he loves touching this is his love language, fight me. Anyway, after this, you're cuddling in bed and maybe other bedtime activities (if those didn't happen on the couch in the tub/shower or on the damned kitchen counter oops rip). if you have kids together, he likes to cuddle with them and read/make up stories to tell them to put them to sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

--- He reveals everything about himself slowly. Very, very slowly. And it takes a while for him to get comfortable enough to do it, it's not a quick process at all and sometimes, holy shit, it can feel like pulling teeth.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

--- Shane is not exactly known for his patience, we'll be honest. He tries to change for the people he cares about the most, but beyond that, he's a quick tempered son of a bitch most of the time.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

--- He remembers everything, even things you don't realize he remembers. Which is like.. It's something that'll blow you away when you realize this man is a huge fucking sap when it comes to the person he loves.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

--- Probably something random like a really bad date or the time the Bronco ran out of gas on some backroad on a cold night and then the battery died so you had to cuddle in the backseat because we all know... body heat = warmth.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

--- Really, really protective. Almost too protective. He's always nearby, especially in his apocalypse form, he's always watching, always teaching you how to defend yourself or shoot a weapon or build a fire, anything he can do to make sure you stay alive and you can defend yourself if by chance he happens not to be around. In normal settings, he's the guy who watches your drink when you make a bathroom run at the bar, he's the guy who will pick you up no matter what time it is if you're too drunk to drive, he's the guy who will threaten an ex who won't take the hint with a gun, he will fight for you, he will pretty much die for you if it means you live and you're safe. He wants the same in return but he's a pessimist, so he never expects to receive it.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

--- He's middle of the road on this. But he always does / buys you something he knows you want and sometimes it's something you haven't even really mentioned to him to begin with, he's just picking up on little hints you've given silently and subtly, he's that observant. Everyday tasks he's a little more laid back unless it's something to do with his Mossberg, his home or his Bronco. Because he enjoys working with his hands and outdoor sports.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

--- Jealousy, I mean that one is obvious. Over reacting and losing his temper over something too easily when he's had a bad day. Fighting / brawling, Saying harsh things -that half the time he doesn't really mean, in the heat of the moment.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

--- He's not really into the whole looks thing. Man doesn't really care to take the time to be 'pretty' he just kind of is.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

--- Depends on how much you mean to him, to be honest.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

--- I'm just going to say it now. I firmly feel that his father was probably a drunk, burnt out football player who wanted to make the big time but an injury stopped him. He drilled very toxic shit into Shane's head from a young age and when Shane suffered an injury that ended his own football/baseball career, his father was the first one to point out how worthless he was. And this only grew worse when he became a cop with Rick. Shane's father was probably a habitual flyer down at the drunk tank / general lockup, I feel like the man was just.. Not a good one. I feel like his mother died when Shane was a bit younger, so it was just the two men. I feel like he and Rick became friends in high school and Rick's family sort of adopted him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

--- He hates when someone won't meet him halfway in terms of effort made. Lying pisses him off. He really doesn't like being in a position where he has to lie either.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

---Sleeps bare ass naked.

#shane walsh #shane walsh imagine #shane walsh headcanons #shane walsh x reader #shane walsh x fem!reader #shane walsh fanfic

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*breaks down your door*

Hear me out- HEAR ME OUT-

Venti Vanrouge & Diluc Rosehearts

[i will call venti vanrouge V.V. And Diluc rosehearts D.R.]

[this is stitch anon btw! Hope you drank enough water, and got enough sleep]

Venti Vanrouge Headcannons!

Venti Vanrouge who worked alongside Zhongli Draconia.

V.V. Who drinks to forget about the horrors of the fae v. human war

He slipped away as soon as zhongli d. faked his death, he moved to the queendom of roses.

Lilia doesnt know exactly what happened to his brother but knows hes alive somewere, he saw him run away.

V.V. Who ended up at RSA for his joyful demeanor.

He who remeets lilia and is forced to tell exactly what happened to zhongli, hence reavealing he faked his death.

V.V. who is there in body but always looks like his mind is somewhere else

V.V. Who enjoys messing with silver and sebek

And V.V. who blew up lilia's mincraft house. *sibling chaos ensues*

Diluc Rosehearts

D.R. Whom riddle looked up to very much.

When their parents split their father took Diluc with him while riddle stayed behind.

Diluc who subconsciously followed their mothers rules without even knowing.

He was closer to his father, but they grew distant to the point where he felt isolated.

Their mother would keep him away from riddle at every turn, simply because she thought it would mess with his studies.

Diluc who is the 4th year riddle beat to become the housewaren

Riddle looks up to him even in NRC, but is also very intimidated by him

venti my beloved <333333

i love the idea of venti!vanrouge? idk they just fit the whole mysterious vanrouge thing we have going on with lilia. oooh and maybe imagine lilia who knew venti!vanrouge as having a different form until one day they showed up as they do now :O

and diluc rosehearts!! i can see them having a relationship with riddle similar to the one diluc had with kaeya when they were younger until their parents split, forcing them apart. and maybe something happens in that time span that when they meet again at NRC, diluc!rosehearts has changed. and riddle isn't sure if it is for the better or not.

#a pompk answers #black sheep #a stitch anon's rambles

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This is from an idea I had ages ago. I'm still trying to figure out how to finish it.

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He didn’t intend to do it.

Okay, scratch that. Of course, he did it on purpose. You don’t press that many buttons in a silent, secluded room by accident. He meant to do it. What he didn’t intent to do was to take it this far.

His job is prestigious, the kind that used to only be within the reach of the sons and daughters of other people holding prestigious positions. He’s proud of it, happy to have it, but he never intended to abuse it. Never thought he’d stoop that low, become like the people he so frequently talked down about.

But, well, he’s done a lot of things he wouldn’t have thought himself capable of in the past handful of years.

And so, it starts.

The first time he did it the decision was made in a moment of weakness. Bitter, petty, and curious, he’d taken the military computer into his private office when he was sure no one would overhear him. He was so secretive about it, so aware of the wrongness of what he was doing that he’d turned off the lights in his office, shut the blinds of his windows and turned down the brightness on the screen.

For the first ten minutes there wasn’t anything interesting to listen to. There weren’t any cameras, so he was relying entirely on sound. He pressed the earbuds into his ears and waited.

There was shuffling. The sound of footsteps, running water. He looked at the screen to see what channel he was listening to. The computer reported back to him in wide block letters: V.V. MLLRK. KITCHEN.

There was some mumbling, but the voice was too low. Annoyed, Gale turned up the volume, but he didn’t recognize any words. The person mustn’t have been really trying to speak.

But then:

“No, I can do that.”

It was that guy’s voice. Low and in that strange unemotional tone he’d adopted after his rescue.

Nobody replied.

“Suit yourself.” More shuffling. The water shut off, and Gale could hear the distinctive sound of dishes clicking together. Someone was washing and drying dishes, perhaps?

Relative silence. Occasionally he could hear movement, things and people moving.

“You don’t have to,” her voice. It was clipped and short and oddly unemotional.

Silence. “I want to.” His voice again, but further away. Out of the room. Gale looked at the screen and saw the sound graph moving ‘hotter’ in another room. He switched channels. V.V. MLLRK. D.R.

“Who?” his voice.

“District 1.” A pause. “Marvel. I keep seeing him, with the spear.”

“And you want him in here?” Gale waited, frowning, confused about what they were talking about. “Katniss, I thought—”

“It’s for memories.” She interrupted. “You shouldn’t draw them looking bad, but we need to write it down.”

“I thought it was for good memories. People we liked. Loved.”

“It’s for all our memories. All of it.” Her voice rose then dropped back down again. “They were just kids. Wasn’t their fault.”

Gale waited for them to speak again but after forty-five minutes he gave up. He angrily slammed the computer shut.

The next time he did it, it was months later. He’d stayed late in the office just putting off the inevitability of going home to insomnia. He leaned back in his chair, the hard-covered computer tossed under a pile of documents teasing him from the edge of his desk.

Fine, he’d thought. Just to see if they’re okay.

He’d turned the computer on, checking the ‘warmth’ of the audio channels in every house. Nothing came in from Abernathy, but he suspected the old man had simply found the bugs and ripped them out years ago. Once again MLLRK was hot.

He put in the earbuds and switched on V.V. MLLRK. LVNRM.

“—the half of it!” an unfamiliar voice was laughing. “Ugh, I wish you guys could see it. You’d love it.”

“Sounds like fun,” his voice again, but lighter, less emotionless. “I’m happy for you.”

#thg #the hunger games #fanfic

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stratossphere · 11 months

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valentine | v.v

valentine’s day isn’t as fun when you’re spending it with your boyfriend and your friends.

warnings: fem!reader, mostly fluff, some suggestive content, ryan and bam being themselves

word count: 3.2k

a/n: don’t @ me for posting a valentine’s day fic in june ok?!?

tags: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife @valos-venus-doom @ghoulishguns @4377666 @althaiascure

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"Alright! You can all open your eyes now!" You announced, grinning like an idiot as you allowed your boyfriend and your two friends to stop covering their eyes with their hands where they were each sitting at the counter. They all dropped their hands to reveal the chocolates, pack of beer, and fresh packs of cigarettes (respective brands) that you had picked up for each of them at the gas station when you'd gone out for 'toilet paper'. "Tada! Happy Valentine's Day, fuckheads!"

Everyone was pretty hungover from the night before, so you got exactly the muted reactions you were expecting, but at least you got reactions at all.

"Sweet! Fancy beer!" Ryan cheered hoarsely as he took a bottle of the Stella out and promptly popped the top off on the edge of your counter right then and there. It was one in the afternoon, so you supposed that was at least slightly acceptable.

"You got some for all of us?" Bam asked in wonder as he looked at the cases of of beer that were in front of every single one of them. You nodded with a satisfied look on your face, handing Ryan the kitchen towel when his beer overflowed right into his lap.

"Yeah. You two are here and alone like losers, so I thought I'd chip in so you don't kill yourselves." You teased just as Ville reached out to hook an arm around your hips and pull you into him, your arm wrapping around his neck as he pressed a wet kiss to the side of your face.

"Thank you, my love. I appreciate the title of being the only one getting any pussy tonight." He said coyly, chuckling in the face of the groans he received from the other two sitting at the counter. You ran a hand through his hair as you sighed, knowing about how this day was going to go.

"Wear it proudly, I guess." You muttered, rolling your eyes and grabbing the new pack of cigarettes that you'd bought for yourself out of your back pocket. Ryan scoffed.

"You never know, man. I could go out tonight and find my soulmate." He said airily, jabbing a finger at Ville as if he had any chance of finding a 'soulmate' anywhere near where you lived. Bam snorted.

"Yeah. You'll probably find her on a corner with a needle in her arm." That earned him a shove from Ryan, and then they were arguing adamantly while still sitting in the barstools that most likely couldn't handle their harsh pushing.

"You'll get your present in a minute." As they argued, Ville's lips brushed just barely against your ear, and you felt a slight grin pulling at your lips to the idea of whatever that could be. Ville had stated many times that he didn't believe in stereotypical holiday gifts, so who knew what his 'present' entailed.

"Are you gonna wrap yourself in a bow? Because that's all I have on my list." You hummed, tightening your arm where it was still wrapped around his neck and leaning in to kiss him. Of course, that drew Bam and Ryan's attention off of beating each other up, and you heard a huff beside you.

"Can you not tongue each other down like, a foot away from me? I can hear your mouths." Bam whined, leaning away from the both of you dramatically and almost right back into Ryan. You threw a hand in the air as you broke away.

"It's Valentine's Day. Would you like us to celebrate our friendship and high-five?" You asked dryly, getting away from where Ville was trying to yank the back of your pants up into a wedgie and finally lighting the cigarette that you'd stuck between your lips. Ryan shrugged whilst looking slightly inconvenienced.

"Can't you like, do that in your room?" You wondered if they realized that by asking the both of you to go in your room, they were basically just asking you to go fuck, because that's exactly what was going to happen if you were given any privacy. He then seemed to catch himself, and he held up a hand with a sigh. "You know what? You got us beer, cigs, and chocolate, so I'll give you a pass to be a little disgusting."

"Why do you have to be disgusting? Why can't you just be normal?" Bam clearly wasn't on board with Ryan’s compromise, and he slid out of his seat to clearly get away from the both of you while grabbing his case of beer so that he could put it in the fridge.

"Would you rather I do this?" You then went right back towards Ville, wrapped your arm right back around him, and started pressing kisses all over his face. "Oh, Ville! You're the love of my life and the best valentine ever and I wanna kiss you and hold you forever!"

That earned you groans from everyone in the room, including your boyfriend who was struggling to get out of your grasp and away from your kisses. What a bunch of downers. Of course you get them all gifts for nothing in return, and this is how they treat you as payment. Figures.

"Well, there's your choices, so up to you." You jabbed a finger at each one of them, wiping off Ville's cheek for him where you'd gotten spit all over his face and almost laughing at his extremely unimpressed look. "Ville, I can't believe you. It's Valentine's Day."

"That doesn't mean I want your tongue all over my fucking face." About a second after those words were out of his mouth, he was smirking, and then his hand was right back on your ass. "I can think of something else I want your tongue all over."

"This finger before I stick it up your ass?" You retorted, flipping him your middle finger through the cloud of smoke that you exhaled. Bam and Ryan snickered at that, while Ville just mocked their laughter and shoved your hand out of his face.

"The day of love, and this is how you treat me." He scoffed, dodging your attempt to stick your cold fingers in the crook of his neck. Bam and Ryan had settled by that point, and Ryan got up with the pack of cigarettes and the chocolate in one hand, and the case of beer in the other.

"We should watch a shitty rom-com. Just for the spirit." He suggested as he walked right over and plopped horizontally down on the couch, motioning to the currently turned off TV. That actually wasn't a bad idea, and Bam seemed on board as he pulled his beer right back out of the fridge where he had been about to shut it and headed after Ryan. Ville, however, let out a sound of distaste.

"What are we, fucking teenage girls?" He complained as he stood up out of his seat, stretching out enough to where you were able to see the tattoo on his lower stomach. There was actually something (or someone, if you were being honest) else you wanted to be doing for Valentine's Day, but Ryan and Bam were really getting in the way of that plan. You wrapped an arm around Ville's waist, laughing as he grumbled to himself.

"Don't be like that. It'll be fun." You encouraged, your fingers just barely slipping under the hem of his shirt at his hip to make him squirm, which is exactly what he did.

"Well, then I want to give you your present first." Ville huffed out a sigh as he pulled out of your arms, casting a bitter look at where Bam and Ryan were getting situated on the couch to wait for you so that you could all pick a movie. You rolled your eyes but followed after him when he started towards your room, holding up a finger for your friends to wait. Bam gave you a wary look because he could see that you were going into your room, but you ignored it in favor of trailing behind your grouchy boyfriend and into where your 'present' awaited.

You really hadn't expected Ville to get you anything for Valentine's Day, mostly because he'd sacrificed a lot to even be here in the first place and he'd already given you a couple of things he'd accumulated when he'd arrived, so you were pleasantly surprised. Sure, it was probably going to be about as great as your chocolate, cigs, and beer gift, but that was more than enough in your book.

"Did make a naked poster of yourself?" You asked excitedly as Ville pushed the door closed behind the both of you, picturing placing it on the ceiling right above your bed. He scoffed as he knelt down to open his amp case.

"You wish." He muttered, throwing a hand out behind him to signal for you to stay where you were still standing a bit away from him. You grinned, then thought of something better.

"You're gonna...say yes to a baby?" You tried instead, making yourself sound even more excited just to see his unimpressed look. He immediately turned back to give you exactly that.

"Sit down in the bed and quit it with that." He warned, only making you laugh as you moved to do exactly that. In all honesty, you did actually have another present for him that you had been debating on giving him either today or for his birthday, so whatever he was currently digging out to give you was going to heavily influence whether or not he received it today.

"Maybe next year." You said dreamily as you laid back on the end of your bed, snickering when he just sighed in response. Finally, after what felt like forever, you heard paper rustling, and then Ville was standing up with something hidden behind his back as he made his way over to where you had now sat back up on the bed.

"It might be a little wrinkled because of the case, but here you are, mi amor." He announced before he handed over a large piece of paper. You immediately recognized it to be a painting, and you eagerly shot to accept it with an ecstatic gasp.

As you unraveled it the rest of the way, you beamed as you saw that he had painted a portrait of both you and him, done in the same style that he always doodled himself when he signed things. He had even painted himself without the flies around his head this time.

"Oh my god. This is so great." You gushed, your grin going even wider when you noticed an intricately-written inscription on the bottom corner of the page.

For the entrancing love of my life and my forever valentine,

I adore you forever and for always. XOXOXO Elvis

"Don't give me too much credit. It's a finger-painting." He muttered as you set the painting down on the bed before getting up and throwing your arms around him tightly. You scoffed with your cheek pressed against his chest.

"Thank you. That's the best present you've ever given me." You ignored his attempt to try and downplay the sincerity of his gift, instead leaning back just enough so that you could press kisses to his cheek. "Okay. Now you sit down because I have one more thing for you."

"Well, grab that white bag out of my backpack, first. That's the second part of your gift." Ville pressed a kiss to your forehead before he dropped down to sit on the bed, motioning towards his backpack on the floor. You raised an eyebrow but walked over to do so, pulling the bag out (which was promising, considering it had the logo of his dad's sex shop on it) and then taking out the two items inside it.

First was a pair of crotchless underwear, which he looked more than pleased to see you holding, and the second was...an edible g-string.

"Oh my god." You muttered, admiring the huge gap in the crotch of the underwear that were made with extremely soft lace. "I don't know how you can buy this stuff from your dad."

"Eh, neither of us mind. He actually told me those were a shitty gift for a nice young lady such as yourself." Ville snickered, looking completely unfazed despite the fact that he was admitting his father had seen the crotchless panties that you'd probably be wearing by the end of the night. "You know, raspberry is my favorite flavor."

After confirming that the edible g-string was in fact raspberry flavored, you laughed, walking back to him with both pairs of underwear in hand before you gave him a suggestive kiss.

"Thank you. I can't tell which gift you put more thought into." You teased, setting the underwear down next to the painting before you held up a finger for him to wait. His present was hidden amongst the junk under the bed, and it took you a second to rifle through everything before you produced it and promptly hid it behind your back as he had done with your gift. "Okay. Get ready."

"It better not be an anal plug or something." Ville muttered as he made a dramatic show of closing his eyes as you got up before moving to stand between his spread knees.

"I'm saving that for your birthday. Here you are." You then set his present down in his hands once he extended them. The present in question was a compilation novel of all his favorite Edgar Allen Poe stories that you had read from cover to cover and annotated yourself. When he opened his eyes and inspected it, he raised an eyebrow.

"You got me...the book that I keep on my nightstand?" He didn't sound opposed, just a little confused. You rolled my eyes.

"Open it, genius." He of little faith. You slid an arm across his shoulders as you watched him open the book to first the first blank page, where you had written 'To Elvis, the man I'll never be able to forget' and then the title page, where you had written 'annotated by Y/n Y/l/n' surrounded by a bunch of little hearts. He let out a chuckle.

"Holy fucking shit. You really did the whole thing?" He asked in wonder, flipping through the whole book quickly to reveal each individual page that contained at least a little bit of your handwriting. You bit back the way that you wanted to grin, because you were trying to downplay how proud you were of yourself for the gift. It had taken you a long time between work and copious amounts of travel, but you'd finally gotten it done a lot earlier than you'd actually expected. Hence the Valentine's Day gift.

"Yep. Each and every page." You confirmed, feeling your chest go warm when he looked up to you with a light in his eyes that told you he really liked your present. This was definitely a step up from when you had just sent each other a bunch of naked pictures the year before due to being apart on the actual day.

"Come here. This is so fucking thoughtful." He hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you into him until you could slide into his lap as he set the book down on the bed with his free hand. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love."

"Happy Valentine's Day." You gave him a kiss, one arm wrapping around his neck as he leaned forward into you to prevent yourself from falling backwards. "You're gonna let me have some of the beer I got you, right?"

A few minutes later, you regrettably forced yourselves to rejoin where the romcom watch party was beginning, earning yourselves unimpressed looks from both Bam and Ryan at your late arrival as Ville collected his other gifts off the counter.

"We chose Love Actually. You guys were fucking around so you don't get a say." Bam announced through a mouthful of chocolate, motioning to where the movie was still filtering through the opening credits. You only laughed at their choice while Ville groaned.

"I fucking hate this movie." He complained, coming to sit next to you on the couch and in turn shoving himself in between you and Ryan with both elbows out so that Ryan was forced into Bam and you into the arm of the couch.

"Dude. Fuck off." Ryan grumbled, shoving back just slightly at the same time that you also shoved back. Ville just chuckled at his own actions, settling with the chocolate in his lap and the beer in yours as he slid an arm over the back of the couch.

"Guys. It's the day of love. Don't be douchebags." You insisted as you continued to catch stray elbows and get jostled every once in a while, throwing a hand in the air when you saw that Bam had joined in.

"No, it's the day of fucking and eating chocolate. I don't have to love any of you fuckers." Ryan scoffed, completely talking over the movie as he argued with you. Ville full-on laughed at that as he opened a beer for both you and him with one of the rings on his fingers, and Bam leaned forward to smirk at you.

"You're certainly in a loving mood. What'd you get, a dildo or something?" He asked like he even really wanted to know. You knew the second you gave him his answer, he was just going to get all grossed-out, so you just smirked right back.

"Edible underwear." You replied cheekily. Just as you'd predicted, Bam wrinkled his nose, and Ryan just looked at Ville like he was impressed.

"You'll actually eat those? They taste fucking disgusting." He said, because of course he'd eaten edible underwear before. You threw a hand in the air, because you didn't want him ruining your chances of having a g-string eaten off you by a man with an incredibly-talented tongue, and Ville grinned.

"Absolutely. That's not the taste I bought them for, anyway." He supplied easily, and that time Bam really did groan while Ryan just made a slight face as he looked at you. You jabbed your elbow into Ville's side as he handed over your opened beer and then ate the first chocolate out of his box.

"Can you not." You complained, trying and failing to shrug away when he leaned down to kiss your cheek with a mouthful of chocolate.

"Okay shut up! I can't hear the fucking movie!" Bam snapped, throwing your side of the couch a venomous look as he angrily turned the TV up really loud to cover up the sound of any conversation that might've been attempted.

Everyone finally focused their attention on the movie at that point to save themselves from more of Bam's insolent whining, and you readjusted then so that you could throw one leg over Ville's and also rest your head on his shoulder. He was blowing through the box of chocolates in record time, and when you reached out to try the ones that he wasn't eating, he pushed your hand right away without even looking at you.

Your valentine, everyone.

#ville valo #ville valo x reader #ville valo fic #ville hermanni valo #HIM #his infernal majesty #bam margera #ryan dunn #jackass #jackass mtv #jackass imagine #jackass movie

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