#(such a cozy piece uwu)

[petcr3]

dreams | rhett abbott x reader

summary: rhett asks if reader ever wants to move out of their apartment, and before either of them know it, they’re planning out a future together.

word count: ~1.4k

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, my usual in depth cuddle descriptions because i am not normal, rhett getting to feel loved uwu, rhett being romantic because he IS i just know

a/n: this was completely unplanned, i was just yearning so hard an entire fic fell out

You’re curled up against Rhett’s chest, his cheek resting against the top of your head as he idly trails his fingers up and down the length of your spine.

“You ever think about leaving this place?” he asks.

“Wabang?”

“No.” A chuckle. “Well, yeah. But I just meant the apartment.” You hum in understanding, fingertips idly dancing along his side.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t mind living in a bigger place. Maybe a house someday.” 

“Any chance I’m in that house with you?”

“Of course you are. There’s a little spot for you to curl up at the foot of my bed and everything.” Laughter rumbles in his chest and he leans down to nip harmlessly at the shell of your ear.

“Mean.” 

You giggle and hide your face against his chest. He can feel you smiling against his skin. Despite your transgression, Rhett reaches up to play with your hair and you let out a contented sigh.

“There’s no house without you in it,” you say after a moment. It catches him a little off guard. Sure, he likes to think he plays a part in your fantasies about the future, but it’s something else to hear that he’s a fixture in them. Something clenches near his heart–– a beautiful ache that comes from a missing piece sliding home.

“Tell me more about it?” he asks, feeling suddenly a little vulnerable. You nose affectionately at his chest and pull him a little closer

“It’s got a lot of light. It’s big, but not too big, like, you can’t get lost in it. We wouldn’t need that kind of space. Mostly it just feels open and bright, you know? Lots of sun. Our bedroom has its own bathroom so I can listen to you sing to yourself in the shower.” Rhett lets out a quiet snort.

“Thought you did that anyway.”

“Yeah but now I can do it lying down. It’s a game changer.”

You’re funny, Rhett thinks. People don’t notice that enough. “Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…” Your head bobs a little with his gentle laughter.

“Go on.”

“We have a big ol’ bathtub–– one where we both fit.”

“Sexy.” He can’t help himself. You pinch his side, but he can still feel you smiling..

“We have a big yard. Maybe even big enough to keep horses, if you wanted.”

“What about a dog?”

“Well we’d have to get two, so they can have a friend.”

“Agreed.”

“What about you? What are you adding?” Rhett thinks for a moment.

“Nice deck. Rocking chairs or a porch swing so we can sit out and watch the stars at night.” You let out a happy little sound, and he can tell you’re picturing it. “Lots of blankets out there. You can get nice n’ cozy and I’ll bring us out hot toddies.” Rhett knows he’s not playing exactly by the rules of the game, but he’s starting to get lost in the idea of a future with you–– one that you seem to already be counting on. “The dogs like to sit by our feet. At least one of ‘em’s too big to sit in your lap, but you let ‘em anyway because you’re soft on ‘em.” He smiles. “Guess I probably am, too.”

You’ve always loved Rhett’s voice. It’s sexy as hell, sure, but it’s also unbelievably calming. Paired with his arms wrapped around you, it’s positively lethal. But he’s so wrapped up in the fantasy you two are creating, he doesn’t notice the way your breathing evens out or your grip on his waist starts to slacken.

“Once it gets too cold we head inside and you tell me just to leave the mugs in the sink because you don’t wanna go up to the bedroom by yourself even if it’s just for a few minutes. Our bedroom is big, but it’s cozy. You picked out most of the furniture but you always tell everyone I helped. I built our bed frame, though. You like to brag about that.” He knows he’s right because you still tell everyone you know about the end table he made for your living room last year. When he starts speaking again, he hardly realizes what he’s saying. It just starts to flow out of him.

“I ask you to marry me in that bed. I got a ring and a proposal all planned out but you have to go and look so beautiful one night that my plans go right out the window. I take you out for a walk like I was going to, though, and get down on one knee. You don’t even let me get up, you practically tackle me to the ground saying yes again. Maybe we get married out in the yard or we find some place pretty to go. But I think the ceremony happens outside; that feels right. We make Amy the flower girl even if she’s not a kid anymore. I’m crying the whole damn time and I don’t care who sees. You hold my hand even if we’re not supposed to.” He isn’t sure if that’s a rule–– he thinks maybe it isn’t–– but he knows you’d break it if there was one.

“I know we haven’t talked about kids, but…” Finally Rhett catches himself. “Well, I guess I’m getting a little carried away, there, huh?” For the first time in several minutes, he realizes you haven’t said a word. He nudges his nose against the crown of your head. “Sweetheart?” You shift a little bit, saying nothing. Rhett can’t help but laugh when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep. He leans back just enough to drag his thumb gently underneath your eye. “Sweetheart,” he tries again, a little louder.

“Mmm?” The sheets rustle as you start to wake, the sounds of a slow inhale as it fills your lungs. “Rhett?”

“Hey, sleepyhead,” and he thinks that maybe he’s never loved you so much as he does now. It’s not the first time he’s felt it–– he falls more in love with you every damn day. But his chest is full of something honey-thick, and warm. Your groggy expression is the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. “Think you fell asleep.” You blink some of the sleep from your eyes.

“Oh fuck!” you swear through a yawn. Your eyes seem bigger than ever when you peer up at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s just you were playing with my hair and your voice is so soothing and––”

“It’s okay,” he says softly, “it was kinda cute.”

“No, but I wanna hear what you were saying!”

“You’re tired, honey. Let’s go to sleep and I’ll tell you in the morning.”

“No,” you say, wiggling out of his embrace and sitting up. “I wanna hear everything. No details skipped.” Rhett only smiles up at you, expression growing mischievous, lips sealed tight.

“Here,” you say, oblivious to the fact that he’d do anything you asked. “You can put your head in my lap. I’ll play with your hair. But you have to tell me everything I missed.” He chuckles and tucks his head against your thigh. His eyes flutter shut and a happy sigh leaves him as you begin to card your fingers through his hair. 

“Where’d I lose you?”

“I let the big dogs sit on my lap.” He grins up at you, eyes peeking open.

“Oh good, so you missed the proposal.” You freeze.

“The what?”

“You heard me.” And the smug bastard has the nerve to shut his eyes again, settling back into your lap.

“Rhett Abbott, you open your eyes right now.”

“Hmm… nope.” You tug at his hair but he just lets out a contented groan. He can’t see you glaring at him, and it’s hard to keep it up when your heart is threatening to melt down into nothing and kill you. You think that maybe you’ve never loved Rhett as much as you do in this very moment. 

“Did you mean it?” you ask, voice suddenly small. Rhett opens his eyes, expression serious now.

“Yeah, I did.”

“And you’re not even gonna tell me?” you cry. He smiles and turns his head to press a kiss against your tummy.

“I’ll tell you everything else. I promise. But some things ought to be a surprise, don’t you think?” You let out a huff, but it’s all fondness.

“Okay, so I’m a pushover with the dogs, and?”

“You leave the mugs in the sink overnight because you can’t stand to be without me, even for a second.” You give him a look, but you know it’s true.

Luckily, if everything goes to plan, you won’t have to.

[crylin]

Crylin!!! I can’t believe I’ve never said this aloud before!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH or all your absolutely precious ZackSeph art!! 😭😭💙💚 ✨ There’s not a single piece of yours that doesn’t instantly make my day an 11/10!! You have the most adorable, soft, and precious style I have ever seen in my life 💖 Keep rocking on!! Keep making that beautiful art of yours!! 😭💖 (and puppy Zack forever!!!! ✨✨✨✨)

Awwwww~~ Pichu~uuu!!! ♡ Thank you very much for such kind and pleasant words!!! ♡.･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･. ♡ *squeaks happily and hugs you tightly* and you're so wonderful, my friend, and you write amazing cozy fics about our boys' friendship! ♡ this is SO inspiring!!! and fills the heart with warmth~ uwu ♡(>ᴗ•)

[determunition]

the end of inscryptober approaches! thought i'd do a cozy little scene for the bonus week uwu

huge shoutout to everyone who's been making great pieces for the event thus far! it's been a great time this year ^^

oh yeah, and happy halloween!!

[strwberri-milk]

hello anything that is not linked is bc it exists in the queue/drafts and will be posted via the queue system uwu

Kaeya Alberich: Masterlist - Google Docs

A Snowflake's Journey Home - Fluff, Cuddling - AO3 >>> Kaeya finally returns home after a work trip. Surely you're going to reward him with attention after working so hard, right?

Don't We Have Chemistry? - Fluff, TA!Kaeya, First Meetings - AO3 >>> Kaeya Alberich, local biology lab TA falls in love with the person who almost broke his toe via theory textbook.

Rolled Down Windows - Fluff, Modern Era - AO3 >>> What else is a lab tech supposed to do when he thinks he's in love with someone?

Sewn With Love - Fluff, Uni AU, - AO3 >>> A cold classroom, a cozy boyfriend who can't keep his hands off you, and a piece of fabric all further confirm Kaeya's affections for you.

The Weight of his World - Fluff, Uni AU- AO3 >>> After an exhausting day you decide to collapse in your boyfriend's apartment, showing you a slightly different side to him than you expected.

Your Mark On The Universe - Fluff, Everyone loves Kaeya - AO3 >>>Kaeya's meant to look after Klee for the day but she decides she has other plans when he hands her a handbound book he's made for her specifically. Find out what Klee managed to do as she hunted down members of the Knights (and a certain grouch) to write a certain someone notes.

Sweet Misery - Explicit Smut - AO3 >>>A relationship is fifty/fifty. You fuck the living daylights out of your boyfriend, he does the same for you.

Mirrors - Fluff, Requested >>> You have the same powers as him.

Good Boy - Smut, Requested >>> Female reader rims Kaeya.

The Same Vision - Fluff, Requested >>> Witnessing you get the same vision as them.

Tearful Embrace - Hurt/Comf, Implied Nightmares >>> Hugs make everything better, don't they?

Yours - Hurt/Comf, Jealousy - AO3 >>> Jealousy might be normal but that doesn't mean it makes it any easier to bear.

Some Things Are Better Left Unspoken - Fluff, Comf- AO3 >>> The fact that he can't return those three little words you give to him every day vexes him constantly but the sight of you lessens that burden.

Practise Makes Perfect - Smut - AO3 >>>There's nothing a little bit of effort can't ever solve.

A Kiss of Wine, Pt. 2 - Fluff, First Meetings, Spin the Bottle - AO3 >>> A game of spin the bottle with this stranger you've just met surely can't go that bad can it?

Sweet Dreams - Smut, Wet Dreams - AO3 >>> When Kaeya wakes up just desperate for your attention there's no way you can say no to him.

I Know You'll Always Love Me (And I Wish It'd Be Enough) - Smut, Angst no Comf - AO3 >>> Forever was a promise that you made to him. You just didn't realise how much this version of forever could hurt.

Paper Hearts - Angst/Comf, Smut - AO3 (Pt 2 to ^^) >>> His mind was forever caught on "I love you".

Obedience Pays - Smut, Requested - AO3 >>> Kaeya's request devolves into a fun night for the both of you.

Payback's A Bitch - Smut, Requested - AO3 >>> You really don't think ignoring Kaeya's texts all day is going to end well, do you?

My Sweet Little Thing - Smut, Requested - AO3 >>> After working so hard, you're sure to give Kaeya a warm welcum home.

Kaeya x Virgin Reader - Smut, Requested

Kaeya x Plus Sized Reader - Fluff, Requested

Kaeya Aftercare - Fluff, Rrequested

Kaeya x Reader With Walls Up (Except for Him) - Suggestive, Requested

Kaeya x Reader W/ Period - Fluff, Requested

Kaeya x Jealous Reader - Fluff, Requested

Valentine's Day W/ Kaeya - Fluff, Requested

Valentine's Day W/ Kaeya, But You're Sick - Comfort, Requested

Kaeya W/ Reader Who Can't Handle the Cold - Fluff, Requested

Emperor Kaeya - Requested

Kaeya X Plus Sized Reader - Smut, Requested

Playing WIth Kaeya's Hair - Fluff, Requested

Singer Kaeya x Guitarist GF - Fluff, Requested

Figure Skater Kaeya x Reader - Fluff, Rivals, Requested

Kaeya X Reader From Another Dimension - Fluff, Requested

Kaeya and Lipstick Kisses - Fluff, Requested

Growing Up with a Pining Kaeya - Fluff, Requested

To See the Stars in Your Eyes - Requested >>> Kaeya meets his mom.

Band!Kaeya x Reader - Fluff, Requested

Kaeya and Poetic Rizz - Fluff, Requested

Bitey Kaeya - Fluff, Requested

In Love With Friend's Partner, Pt. 2 - Angst, Angst/Comf, Requested

VampYa - Fluff, Requested

Tattoo Artist Kaeya Fantasizes, Pt. 2 - Smut, Requested

Making Out + Dry Humping - Smut, Requested

Seatmate Kaeya Likes You - Smut, Requested

StreamerYa - Fluff, Requested

Cat Hybrid Reader Scratches Kaeya Up - Smut, Requested

Academic Rivals to Lovers - Fluff, Requested

Sitting on Kaeya's Lap - Fluff, very light Suggestive, Requested

Enemies to Lovers - Requested

Confessing in Khaenri'ahn Secretly Before You Leave - Angst, Requested

Finding Out You Killed Diluc - Angst, Requested

Making You Squirt - Smut, Requested

Musical Reader - Fluff, Requested

Falling in Love After Watching You Dance - Fluff, Requested

Kaeya x Demon Reader - Hurt/Comf, Requested

Intimidating Reader, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 - Fluff, Requested

Curly Haired Reader - Fluff, Requested

Reuniting W/ Childhood Friend + Developing Feelings - Fluff, Requested

Insecure Reader W/ Big Sweater - Fluff, Requested

Hooking Up After A Concert - Smut, Requested

Confessed to By Diluc - Smut, Requested

Trust Issues^2 - Fluff, Requested

Jealous Reader Snaps - Fluff, Requested

Body Swap - Fluff, Requested

Reader Struggles w/ Their Vision - Fluff, Requested

Walking in on you Changing - Fluff, Requested

Kaeya Meets a Fortune Teller - Requested

Enemies With Benefits - Smut, Requested

Gold Rush Coded S/O - Requested

Mind Reader Kaeya - Smut, Requested

[eternitas]

Hi Lou!! Tbh, I'd love to ask you...all of the selfship questions, but I'll be nice and say 1-4 uwu for Gokudera! [Unless you're cool with answering them all 👀✨️]

Just for fun selfship ask meme

Thank you so so much for sending this in! ... 3... months ago orz I am so so sorry for answering so late, I hope waiting for my answer was worth it QwQ

1. does your f/o have any special nicknames for you? what are they? do you have a favorite?

Gokudera isn't exactly super openly affectionate or romantic. He is pragmatic and when he is romantic it is a rare, but genuine moment just between them. While he doesn't have a special nickname, he does sometimes call Rena "tesoro" (itl. treasure) and has refered to her as a sun or glowing star, though never to her face.

2. do you and your f/o share any hobbies? what are they? do you see one another as rivals, collaborators, something else?

Rena and Hayato are competitive spirits and often get into little competitions with each other that usually hold either no stakes but their pride, or chores and small gifts. It's never harsh enough that Dera becomes seriously upset over a loss (he actually really appreciates that she can give him a run for his money), but it's also never completely trivial. These competitions can range from who gets to a place first, to directly facing off in a video or card game (especially with poker and other games where you have to keep your reactions in check Rena usually has the upper hand due to her knowledge in acting and directing, being able to pick up on the subtlest of changes in Gokuderas demeanor, who still has a hard time keeping his emotions in check).

Interestingly enough when it comes to hobbies they diverge a bit. Rena loves to be creative, her work at the theater is incredibly fullfilling to her, so she spends a lot of time going to see different plays and reads new pieces. Hayato is also very creative, but his creativity leans more towards the engineering and constructing. In that they are supportive with and towards each other, but don't necesarily always partake in the others interest. However they both are interested in the supernatural, with Rena being a scaredy cat that is mostly into mythology and the occult while Hayato is more interested in cryptids and extraterestrials. Hayato likes going ghost hunting or cryptid hunting and once in a while he can persuade Rena to tag along though not without promising up and down that he won't scare her on purpose and that he'll protect her if anything does happen.

One hobby they do participate in together is movie nights. They switch up who picks the movie and each one of them has a chance to veto a pick. They both enjoy watching all kinds of movies and talk about them, dissecting story, special and practical effects, character writing and acting, directing- they can both contribute their own knowledge to these talks which are even more enjoyable to them than the movies themselves.

Small picrew I edited depicting them watching a scary movie.

Original

3. do you have any songs that remind you of your f/o? a playlist? what do they think of it, if you’ve shared it with them?

Okay so I USED to have a playlist but I deleted it orz, tho there are two songs I def remember associating with this ship which is

Cinderblock Garden by All Time Low and Perfect by Topic and Ally Brooke

4. where are your favorite places to go with your f/o? what’s your favorite part of that place, or the time you spend together there?

When it comes to favourite places to be at then there come only 3 to mind. First is Renas apartment. It's a small 2 room flat with an open kitchen, a big livingroom with a narrow balcony and a small bedroom. It's cozy but not claustrophobic and Hayato stays over a few times. After a very eventful day it's nice to flop onto the sofa and watch a movie together.

Then there is one of Renas favourite cafes. It's in a sidestreet of the city, rather small and has a bit of a maritime country-chic flair with exceptionally good coffee and cake. They don't usually house big groups or many people so it never feels cramped and or overwhealming when it comes to the surounding noise.

Last but definitely not least is the westpark. It's close to the Residence where the Neo Vongola stay in italy and is often place of performances by Renas theater group Mosaico. It's a nice small park with one half of the park being mostly greenspace for people to chill on and the other being a bit more groomed, layed out and romantic with benches and grenery tunnels.

(Thinking specifically about the passages I personally know, here, here, and here, plus a well kept flower garden park as depicted here)

In general: anywhere where it's not too full and too loud is a nice place for them to hang out.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 318. brb x oc

a/n: uwu pls work(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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-

It’s been a while since she visited Marcus, actually a few months. She knew he was busy with his new collection -’ a fashion designer never sleeps,darling’ - and she was busy with…life. But now she feels a bit better, a few days have passed since she slept at her parents and had the conversation with Rooster.

So she felt better.

One sunny afternoon, with the kids in tow, she decided to pay a visit to Marcus's studio. As she approached the trendy building that housed Marcus's atelier, the bustling energy of the city surrounded her, a stark contrast to the stormy night that seemed like ages ago.

Entering the studio, the air was alive with the hum of creativity and Eurythmics blasting - quietly- all over the area. Bolts of fabric in vibrant hues adorned the walls, sketches and designs scattered across worktables, and the rhythmic clatter of sewing machines echoed through the space. Marcus, surrounded by his team of talented artisans, looked up from his work with a bright smile.

"Bea, darling! You're a sight for sore eyes," Marcus exclaimed, abandoning his current project to embrace her. The kids, wide-eyed at the vibrant surroundings, took in the colorful array of fabrics and the artistic chaos of the studio.

Beatrice laughed, the sound echoing through the atelier. "Marcus, it's been too long! How's the new collection coming along?"

Marcus beamed with pride, gesturing towards the array of designs. "Oh, darling, you're in for a treat. This collection is my masterpiece, a symphony of colors and textures. You have to see it."

“I hope you don’t mind I brought the kids…”

Marcus waved off Beatrice's concern with a flourish. "Mind? Darling, I adore having the little ones around. They're like tiny muses inspiring my creative genius. Come, come, let me show you around."

With that, Marcus led Beatrice and her kids through the studio.. The kids, wide-eyed and fascinated, watched as designers sketched, seamstresses meticulously sewed, and the entire space buzzed with energy, “Now this,” he gestures to a long dress on a mannequin, “Will be the main focus of the collection.”

"Marcus, this is incredible," Beatrice exclaimed, genuinely impressed. "Did you stone it by yourself?”

Marcus chuckled, a twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, darling, you know me too well. Yes, I stoned it myself. Late nights, endless cups of coffee, and a sprinkle of creative madness. It's my labor of love."

Beatrice admired the intricate details of the dress, the stones catching the light . "It's stunning, Marcus.Like always."

“Oh you’ll make me blush, come come, I have a few pieces for your tiny trio.” cue Nicole babbling excitedly while Bea pushed the double stroller, “Also,darling, you can keep them in the baby room I made just for you.”

“Oh,I know,Marcus.”

Beatrice followed Marcus to a cozy corner of the studio, a room filled with whimsical patterns and soft fabrics. The baby room, as Marcus had affectionately called it, was a haven of pastel colors and plush toys. Nicole's eyes widened in delight as she spotted a collection of stuffed animals, letting go of her mother’s hand to dive right into the pile while Gavin and Aurora curiously explored the room with their eyes.

"Marcus, this is incredible. You didn't have to go through all this trouble," Beatrice said, touched by her friend's thoughtful gesture.

"Nonsense, darling! It's my pleasure. Every time you visit, I want you and the little ones to feel at home. Now, let's get those treasures of yours situated, and we can catch up properly."

As Marcus helped arrange the kids in the cozy space he had created for them, Beatrice couldn't help but marvel at the genuine warmth and care he poured into every detail. Amazing that this friendship happened because of…well,fate.

Once the kids were settled, Marcus ushered Beatrice into a more private area of the studio, away from the creative whirlwind. They settled into a plush sofa, surrounded by swatches of fabric and sketches "So, darling, spill the tea. What brings you to my humble abode today?" Marcus asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Beatrice took a deep breath, chuckling softly, “Boy…where to begin.” she whispers “It’s been a lot.”

Marcus listened intently as Beatrice began to share the events that had unfolded in her life recently.Marcus's expressive face mirrored a range of emotions – concern, surprise, and a touch of intrigue.

Okay maybe a lot of intrigue.

"My dear Bea," Marcus finally said, his voice filled with softness, "you're facing quite the tempest. Tell me, how can I be of help in this storm of yours?"

Beatrice leaned back against the plush sofa, appreciating the genuine concern in Marcus's eyes. "Marcus, I appreciate it but…I’m fine,I’m better than before,honestly.”

Marcus reached out, squeezing Beatrice's hand reassuringly. "Darling, you are sure?”

“I am.”

Marcus nodded thoughtfully. "Well,I’ll have you know that I am very good reading people,it’s part of my job to know how they feel,after all."

 "Yes, you do have that talent, Marcus. It's one of the many things I admire about you."

"Oh, darling, you flatter me. But seriously, I'm here for you. Whatever you need."

The levity in Marcus's words lightened the mood, and Beatric’s smile widened. "Thank you, Marcus. "

"Now, my dear, enough about storms and tempests. Let's talk about something that brings joy to your heart. Dressing you up!”

"Dressing me up? Well, but, the kids—."

Marcus chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, my darling, I have a surprise for the little trio as well. But first, let's focus on you. I've been working on something special, just for you."

“Again? Marcus–”

With that, Marcus disappeared into the depths of his studio, leaving Beatrice curious and slightly bewildered. She couldn't help but wonder what fashionable creation he had in store. Moments later, Marcus returned, holding a garment bag "Ta-da!" Marcus exclaimed, presenting the bag with a flourish. "This, my dear, is a gift from me,to you. Open it, and let me know what you think."

Beatrice took the bag,curiosity coursing through her. As she unzipped it, she revealed a stunning ensemble – a tailored jacket with intricate embroidery that depicted a field of lavender.

Oh she was about to cry.

Beatrice's breath caught as she delicately ran her fingers over the embroidered lavender. The craftsmanship was exquisite, and the vibrant colors seemed to come alive under the studio lights. She couldn't help but be moved by the thoughtful gift from Marcus.

"Marcus, this is... breathtaking," she murmured, her eyes glistening with emotion. "I don't even have words. How did you...?"

"Darling, a magician never reveals his secrets," Marcus teased with a twinkle in his eye. "But seriously, I wanted to create something that reflects your beauty. Lavender, in the language of flowers, symbolizes calmness and grace. You embody both, my dear Bea."

Beatrice was touched, a mixture of gratitude and awe filling her heart. She stood, slipping into the jacket, and it fit her like a second skin. The intricate details seemed to tell a story of resilience and beauty, much like the woman wearing it.

"Oh, Marcus, it's perfect," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

"I'm delighted you love it, darling. Now, let's not keep the kids waiting. I have surprises for them as well," Marcus declared, leading Beatrice back to the baby room.

The kids, still engrossed in the plush haven Marcus had created for them, looked up with wide eyes as Beatrice entered, adorned in the stunning lavender jacket. Nicole, squealed in delight, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Mama pretty!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands.

"Now, for my tiny muses," Marcus announced, producing three miniature versions of the lavender-themed ensemble. Beatrice gasped, her heart swelling at the adorable sight. Marcus handed the tiny garments to the kids, who couldn't contain their excitement.

"Oh, Marcus, you've outdone yourself," Beatrice marveled, watching as her children eagerly tried on their matching outfits. Well,Nicole did,Gavin and Aurora were fast asleep.

She approached him, a tender smile on her lips. "Marcus, I can't thank you enough for this. The jacket, the matching outfits for the kids—it's beyond anything I could have imagined."

"Darling Bea, seeing you and the little ones happy is all the thanks I need," Marcus replied, sincerity lacing his words. "Besides you and I know that Bradley will love to see you wearing that."

She smiles more,rubbing her wedding ring, “..yeah.” she hopes he was okay.

-

Trying to find information about Mark was complicated.

But not hard.

Rooster had the basics, the bottom of a cup with the information he gathered but…it was enough to get Cyclone’s attention.

Now he had to figure out how to proceed.

Rooster sat in his office, the dim glow of the desk lamp cast shadows on the walls as he studied the limited information he had on Mark.

With a sigh, Rooster glanced at the clock. The early morning hours had a stillness to them, a quietness that neared unnerving. He decided to take a short break and stepped out onto the hallway. The fresh air hit him, a mix of ocean breeze and the lingering scent of rain.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he retrieved it to find a message from Beatrice.

Bea (13:30)

Hey, Rooster. Look what Marcus gave me! Isn’t it pretty?

Rooster couldn't help but smile at Beatrice's message. It was a welcome distraction from the weight of the ongoing investigation. He clicked on the attached image and found the picture was of herself wearing a…lavender blazer?

And he assumed the colorful blur behind her was Nicole,obviously.

Roos (13:35)

Stylish as always, Gorgeous. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the office door. McAllister appeared, stood in the doorway with a folder in hand. "Sir, got some updates on those modifications you were looking into," he said, his tone serious.

Rooster gestured for him to enter. "What did you find?"

McAllister began explaining, "The modifications on Mark's jet were more extensive than initially thought, sir. It goes beyond just upgrading communication systems. The entire avionics suite has been overhauled, with a focus on enhancing data processing speed and connectivity."

Rooster's eyebrows furrowed. "Why would Mark need such extensive modifications?“

McAllister continued, "That's not all, sir. The modifications include an experimental software patch that seems to integrate advanced tracking algorithms. It's designed to improve navigation precision and, well, tracking capabilities. I've never seen anything like it, and it's not standard Navy issue."

Rooster's mind raced as he absorbed the implications. "Tracking capabilities? That goes beyond standard avionics upgrades. What's the purpose of this? And who authorized it?"

McAllister hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "There's no official authorization on record, sir. It's all off the books. The technicians involved were instructed to keep it quiet. I managed to find one who was willing to talk anonymously. According to him, Mark was adamant about avoiding any trace of these modifications."

Rooster rubbed his temples, the weight of the situation pressing on him. "This is highly irregular, McAllister. We need to find out why Mark was implementing such significant changes without proper authorization. And what's the purpose of this advanced tracking system?"

"I agree, sir. The technician mentioned something else. He overheard Mark talking about 'keeping an eye on potential threats' during missions. It's vague, but it sounds like Mark had a specific target or concern in mind."

Rooster's mind churned with possibilities. The mention of potential threats and advanced tracking suggested a level of paranoia or a hidden agenda. "We need to dig deeper. Find out if Mark was acting alone."

McAllister nodded, understanding the delicate nature of the situation. "I'll continue the investigation, sir. See if there are any connections to external entities or if this is an isolated incident within the squadron."

As McAllister left the office, Rooster returned to studying the gathered information. The puzzle pieces were slowly coming together, revealing a picture of Mark's secretive actions and the potential ramifications for the squadron.

His phone buzzed again, and he remembered he was talking to Bea moments ago.

Rooster checked his phone to find another message from Beatrice.

Bea (14:00)

Rooster, the blazer is lavender,and has tiny lavenders on it!! Nicole insisted on showing you her fit too,so.

Rooster chuckled at the picture of Nicole barely trying how to pose and just smiling up at him appreciating the momentary escape from the intensity of his current investigation.

Roos (14:05)

Noted, Gorgeous. Lavender it is. Nicole looks great.

“Sir?”

Rooster looks up when he sees McAllister again, “Yes?”

“Vice-Admiral Simpson wants to talk,” he says, “At once.”

Rooster nodded,exhaling through his nose. "I'll be there in a moment."

As McAllister left to inform Vice-Admiral Simpson of Rooster's imminent arrival, Rooster took a deep breath, mentally preparing for the conversation that awaited him. He glanced at the clock, then to the horizon. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the naval base.

Before leaving his office, Rooster shot a quick message to Beatrice.

Roos (14:15)

Gorgeous, got called to a meeting with Cyclone. Seems urgent. Will update you ASAP. Take care, and give my love to the little ones.

With a heavy heart, Rooster left his office and made his way to Vice-Admiral Simpson's office. The corridors were filled with the usual hum of activity, but Rooster's thoughts were focused on the impending conversation. He couldn't shake the feeling that the storm within the squadron was reaching a critical juncture.

Upon reaching Cyclone’s office, Rooster knocked and entered. The vice-admiral, looked up from his desk. "Lieutenant Bradshaw, have a seat."

Rooster sat down, the tension in the room palpable. "Sir, you wanted to see me?"

Vice-Admiral Simpson leaned forward, his expression grave. "I've been briefed on your investigation into Lieutenant Mark’s unauthorized modifications. This is a serious matter, Bradshaw."

"Yes, sir. I'm working to gather all the relevant information and determine the extent of the modifications and their implications for the squadron," Rooster replied, maintaining a respectful tone.

"This situation has the potential to cast a shadow over the entire squadron. We can't afford any breaches in security or trust. Again."

"I understand the gravity of the situation, sir. I'm committed to resolving this matter thoroughly and ensuring the integrity of the squadron," Rooster affirmed.

Vice-Admiral Simpson's eyes bore into Rooster. "You have a clean record, Bradshaw, and I've seen your dedication to the Navy. But this investigation requires a swift resolution. We can't let it linger, and we can't afford any missteps. "

Rooster nodded, his jaw clenched. The weight of the responsibility pressed on him. "I'm aware, sir. I'll do everything in my power to bring this investigation to a swift and accurate conclusion."

Cyclone leaned back, his stern expression softening slightly. "I trust that you will, Lieutenant. The Navy needs officers who can handle challenges with efficiency and discretion. But…may I make a suggestion?"

“Sir?”

"I think,by now…you can toss a few crumbs for Mark to catch.”

Rooster's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Vice-Admiral Simpson's suggestion. "Crumbs, sir?"

"Bradshaw, sometimes, in situations like these, it's strategic to let the suspect believe they have control. Give them just enough to make a move. We need to see if Mark takes the bait."

Rooster considered the vice-admiral's words. It was a delicate balance between maintaining control of the investigation and allowing the suspect to reveal their hand. "You mean...feed Mark some information, sir?"

"Exactly. Controlled information. Something that won't compromise the integrity of the investigation but might lead us to more answers," Cyclone clarified.

Rooster nodded, understanding the strategic approach. "..ohhhh."

"Use your judgment, Bradshaw. We need a resolution sooner rather than later." he smirks, “Enjoy it,Lt.”

[missallanea]

respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

ROLEPLAYER NAME: Missa.

ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: She / her.

MUSE NAME: there's 30+ to choose from!

PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: IMs! I'm anxious about giving my discord out and do it rarely.

EXPERIENCE: Started on Tumblr way back in yesteryear ( 2011-2012ish ) and writing on forums even further back than that.

PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: Small para to multi-para. I tend to run away with the word count now and then, replies from me get longer and longer as things go on. I blame Mal. And honestly, I never expect length to be met, so long as I'm given something to work with.

PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS: General nastiness ( callouts, vague posting, digging up old drama ) and blogs that use AI. And of course, the usual run of "don't be homophobic, transphobic, racist..." y'know, the usual red flags.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Yes! But generally, I'm better with memes and don't have a lot of plots ready in my brain.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: For me, it's less of a time and more of a setting. If I'm caffeinated and cozy, I can probably get some good writing done at any time of day. That said, I tend to be around the most actively in the evenings. uwu

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE: Yes... and no! Obviously I have a lot of muses on here, but there's a little piece of me in all of them, I would say. That piece is smaller in some muses than others, but I do think there's a connection to all of them.

TAGGED BY: My dearest @seachant ♡ ♡ ♡TAGGING: @stardustedstories, @dragetunge, @stygicniron && anyone who wants to steal it can say I tagged them !!

[activatingaggro]

what’s your typical process for these huge art pieces? your posing is so nice and weighty and casual w such lovely interaction and I struggle to imagine how to even begin putting that together. ur ball pieces this year are epic

Aw! That's very sweet of you, and I appreciate that they look nice to people outside of my niche, haha. :] I stopped posting fantroll art for a bit, because it seemed a touch silly to post them on tumblr when.. I haven't even updated profiles here in literally years! But I'm glad that it still has some appeal even without larger context, lol.

My process is pretty straightforward! Part of it is just - take pictures, get references, get up and do the shit that you're about to draw! I would share pictures for examples here, but they're all vastly unflattering and I'm pretty sure I would be rightfully slaughtered by my helpful volunteers if I did that. But basically, I take pictures for everything if I can't find a good reference, and I'll frequently set up my phone to record myself when I'm doing an action pose!

This is because a lot of the weightiness of a picture, for me, is just.. how a person adjusts their weight and holds their body while in motion! The art I make where I'm referencing myself is generally pretty obvious, for example, because I use a cane, and keep 90% of my weight on my right leg. But different heights, different weight, different fat and muscle distribution also all play a big part in how people hold themselves, and videos and photos are fantastic for actually seeing that. When it's something too complex to do myself, or to get some unfortunate volunteer to do it for me, I like looking at Youtube videos on slow motion.

So, for example: Riccin fights with a meteor hammer. There's a decent amount of footage of people using meteor hammers on Youtube!

So, I put this on slow motion! 0.25 speed, find a shot that I like at 1:00. With something like this, there's not much point to trying to act it out IRL and film it to get new angles - we have a much easier, and more viable route, in just using fucking 3D posers. There's a lot of them out there today! A lot of people like using the one built into Clip Studio, but I just found a random one on google that's free called PoseMy.Art to demonstrate the basic idea.

The goal for this is not to make an exact replica (because I am lazy and am not entirely sure how this poser works, lol). The goal is mostly to let you explore angles, and to get a better idea of what looks dynamic or interesting enough to work with! Because the main lure of these, for me, is to look at different angles, and then use those angles as a basis to make the pose more interesting. (Neon reds on the first are where I shrank/adjusted/moved the model to create a very lazy foreshortening!)

But what about for more casual or chill poses?

The answer is mostly the same, except with added social shit in, in that - first off, I make my friends help me find poses. I have a channel in one of my discord servers that's just there for reference, and I'll ask, say, @rebatrolls if she can find me a good pose for so-and-so picture. "I want something cozy!" She will then go off into the mines of pinterest like my faithful canary ready to be strangled by cave gas or something, and emerge with pictures. Sometimes these are great pictures! Each individual entity in our godsforsaken world has their own individual preferences, which shows in the sort of pictures that they pick.

Sometimes it's helpful! sometimes it is not. An example: I asked for obnoxious cheesecake photos for Liable! Reba brought out boudoir photos. Cal brought out NSFW anime figurines. There are two weebs inside of all of us, and one of those weebs is marginally less terrible than the other. uwu

But references, finding pictures you like, and then recreating them and changing up the angle helps a lot! Because there's a lot of gorgeous, very casual, very affectionate photoshoots out there:

And my last bit is just. Looking at all of these photoshoots and candids, and looking at my own personal preferences, as well as my friends'! I am a nosy fuck and I like to ask people, like: what gestures stand out to you? what things feel the most affectionate to you? when you're close to someone, what is your body language? when you want to be an asshole, what do you do?

That gives me an easy little mental library to build off of to add in intimacy when I'm making poses. I am a grade A lemur when it comes to being physically affectionate, so I rely on that a lot in my poses - people have looped arms, people just casually finding a way to make physical contact through an arm or a foot or leaning, there's a lot of people sprawling out on top of their friends / otherwise being in close contact, because I know how that looks, basically. All the little squidgy details, like "how do people curl their fingers when they're holding hands and their arms are looped together" are already in my brain from years of experience, haha.

And the good part of plumbing my friends' brains for their own references is - some people are very fond of, like, people resting their chins on their heads, and they can say exactly how arms usually rest in that pose. Someone might have grown up with bumping noses with people as a kiss, or kissing everyone's cheeks. Some people might say: oh, I've always had taller people walk between the sidewalk and I, or else they've always sat with their shoulders parallel to their friends knees from years of braiding hair, or or or --

It makes it useful to pull off the little affectionate details! I used to struggle more with just.. casual, fond poses between characters, until I realised: oh, wait, just draw it from life. Because even if you don't have friends that are comfortable sharing that sort of info, or else you don't personally pay attention to it much in your own life - because some people don't, and that's fine! - I've also just occasionally sat down at some busy locale, brought a notebook, and wrote down the gestures, and movements, and little actions of the couples, or families, or friends that wander by. It's all about building up a library, essentially, and once you have, you'll find you'll just start plugging it into pictures automatically.

[pregtboy]

aw i just discovered your blog and find your long pieces SO GOOD, can you write something about pregnancy denial? thanks <3

EEE thanks for the compliment, i'm so glad you like my writing! the long pieces are a lot of fun to write too, so here u go uwu

he had always been such a good boy.

so pious, so disciplined and virtuous, never letting the vices of those around him influence his decisions. he always insisted on maintaining the moral high ground above everyone he knew, much to their annoyance. though his friends cared deeply for him, they often grew exhausted of his priestly air of superiority, and sometimes found themselves wishing he would just get taken down a peg.

though most would call him a prude with a stick up his ass, he considered himself a shining pillar or restraint and virtue. a little angel. he was a cute thing, too - big inquisitive sparkling eyes, round glasses, fluffy hair, a button nose and an affinity for cozy oversized sweaters - but all the boys who tried to woo him instead found themselves on the receiving end of his preachy lectures.

he considered himself above his pregnant boy friends, of which he had more than a few. they're just slaves to their hormones, he would think haughtily to himself. no restraint, unlike me.

it wasn't long after starting T that he started to understand them.

his libido was through the roof, something he had never experienced before, and he was fully unable to stop his gaze from lingering on any boy that crossed his path. his mind would wander to the most risqué of fantasies near constantly, and all his pious discipline was no match for his lustful, hormonal boy-craziness.

it was only inevitable that he found himself on his back for the first guy who gave him the time of day, taking his cock with ferocity and hunger, legs locked tightly around the other boy's waist, unable to let go even if he wanted to. just when he thought he couldn't experience any more rapturous pleasure, he felt the other boy spill inside him, filling him up to the brim with his seed. it was enough to make the boy see stars, and the cuddles afterwards only made it even better.

the two boys seemed to take a liking to each other and began seeing each other more often - it settled the boy's conscience to know he had a boyfriend. he wasn't just giving himself away to anyone, he wasn't a slut. he was still a good boy. sure, he felt a little guilty, but he couldn't stay a virgin forever, and being with his boyfriend couldn't have been wrong - after all, it felt so right.

being as squeamish as he was about the subject of sex, he hadn't talked to his doctor about getting on any birth control. 'oh, i don't need to worry about that,' he remembered remarking snidely to his doctor when the subject came up. he was almost offended that the doctor had even asked him about it - couldn't they see he was a good boy? besides, he'd be on T soon enough - that could be a birth control by itself, right? he reassured himself.

when the morning sickness rolled around, he paid it no mind. it was flu season, he had probably just picked something up at work or from one of his friends. it was annoying, sure, but nothing he couldn't pinch off in a couple days.

similarly, he brushed it off as best he could when his chest began to swell outward, tender and aching. sure, he couldn't pinpoint a cause, but this kind of thing probably happened all the time, right? he would just have to buy a new binder a size up. nothing more.

he gave the same response of dismissal a few weeks later when he woke up to notice his hips had become fuller. he stood in the mirror, turning around and seeing that his usual shorts had ridden up significantly. his thighs were larger, his ass rounder. though the change made him blush with embarrassment, he brushed it off as he had with everything else. hips can still grow when you're an adult, he figured. he had always had a somewhat chubby build, but his hips had never really blossomed the way they were supposed to when he was a teenager - something he had been grateful for, but now assumed had finally caught up with him. plus, i don't work out much, he pondered. must be my metabolism catching up with me. nothing wrong with putting on a little weight...

his anxieties were quickly relieved by his doting boyfriend anyways, who certainly took note of the boy's newfound curves - and absolutely adored them. he showered the boy's body with love and affection, gripping his ample hips and chest whenever he fucked him - which was now on a very regular basis. the boy's hormones were through the roof, though it wasn't the T as the boy had expected - but the pregnancy hormones that were rushing through his body at an alarming rate.

the point of noticing a newly rounded belly would be the realization point for anyone else, but the boy's denial was deep. when he noticed his typically oversized sweaters beginning to cling to his stomach, making his roundness visible, he refused to accept what he knew must be true - even as weeks turned into months, and his belly began to gradually fill his lap, he made excuse after excuse.

soon enough, he had reached the point of looking obviously, visibly swollen and fecund. everyone who saw him knew he must be pregnant, and random people had begun asking him when he was due. despite this, and all the insistence from his friends and boyfriend, he adamantly refused to take a test.

'i'm not some slut, i'm not pregnant,' he whined haughtily to his concerned pregnant friends, some of whom he had since grown just as large as. 'you guys just want me to be like you! give it a rest!'

by now he knew the truth, but something about saying it aloud made him feel dirty - like he had failed, like he was tarnished, no longer a good boy. so as his belly stretched and expanded, becoming spherical, as his chest heaved and even began to leak with milk, as his hips spread wide, preparing him for birth, as he began to feel the flutter of kicks inside his womb - he denied it all. his boyfriend kept insisting he at least schedule a doctor's appointment, but the gravid boy would hear none of it.

'i've just been eating a lot lately, that's all! haven't you heard of gaining weight, dummy? i can't be pregnant, i'm on T, remember?'

he could not let the truth win. no matter what, he was still a good boy. he had to be.

it was months later when the boy decided to pay his friends a visit, and they were completely floored when they laid eyes upon him.

his belly entered the room before he did - hugely engorged and flanked with stretch marks, swaying as he stepped. the fertile orb was bare and exposed - not even the most oversized of sweaters could cover a sliver of it now. his waddle was prominent, as was the evident jiggle of his hips, thighs, and ass with every movement. his breasts had practically grown larger than his head, and they were the only part of him his sweater could cover - though the coverage was of little use, as the sweater had become soaked through with milk that left huge dark spots against the stretched-out fabric. gone were the days of passers-by asking him when he was due - now they only asked him how many he was having.

his friends' jaws hung agape as the burdened boy settled onto the cozy couch, his breaths hitching and labored throughout the arduous process of movement. he plopped into his seat with a moan and quickly began to rub his belly almost instinctually, soothing his passengers as best he could. he was utterly massive - no longer a shining pillar of piety and virtue, now instead an exemplary model of absolute fertility. his friends were at a loss for words, and merely stared at the boy's rotund form.

'guys,' he whimpered, his voice strained and soft.

'i think i might be pregnant.'

[secretshinigami]

Naomi and Halle's Ambitious Anniversary

All gifts should now be posted. If you don’t see your gift, please contact a moderator right away. Thank you all for your wonderful creations and we look forward to seeing you in future rounds!

Below the cut is the compiled list of everyone’s prompts from this round of our exchange. They are organized by their submitter, so feel free to ctrl+f to find character-specific prompts. Please feel free to use them for inspiration, whether you participated in this exchange or not!

Anonymous

fanart of the wammy's kids inspired by the lyrics to curses by the crane wives

near and mello fanart inspired by the lyrics to no children by the mountain goats

L with stubble!!

A peace that highlights the parallels between Halle and Naomi, their similar motivations and opposite fates

Naomi, Raye, and Hideaki Suruga hanging out back in college

Shinigami Naomi 

AU ware Naomi was a Wammy's kid and first met L and Beyond through there

What if Gelus died for Naomi instead of Misa? (Either when she was about to die in canon, much earlier, around the same time Misa needed saving, or at any other point that sounds interesting!)

Naomi's journey from deciding to leave Japan after high school to retiring from the FBI

Light, Misa, and L all on some sort of date

Misa and Kiyomi in cozy attire also on a date or just spending time together

Misa giving a human Rem and makeover, picking out clothes, painting her nails etc

Mello in a fantasy au setting with a sword

Misa being motherly towards the younger wammys kids (Matt, Near, Mello, Linda )

Misa in a vigilante au where her superpower is regeneration like Deadpool

Matt and Mello on a motorcycle

fandom-fae

misa amane portrayed as a powerful goddess/godlike deity

linda painting a portrait of misa amane

mello and near on a fluffy date in a café with like a pastel cutesy color palette/aesthetic

fem lawlight hanging out with misa in an environment that has like fun/colorful lighting

an au where light dies at the end, but instead of actually dying he wakes up again afterwards in an alternate universe where he’s a wammy’s kid before the kira case started. how does the story go from there? does he still get the death note? does the kira case even happen at all? how does he get along w the other wammy’s kids? etc etc uwu

an au where beyond didn’t die after labb, but instead survived and broke out of jail and then years later decided to involve himself in the kira case to prove to L that he needs him(B)- and yeah i also wanna see Light and Misa interact with B ghjdghjhgf

an au where misa is the first kira instead of light and she is the one with the god complex and the plans to rid the world of evil (with undertones of revenge bc yeah-) but she still made the eye deal and still has rem and light is the second kira & a huge fan of the first kira; obv light would still be himself so he wouldn’t fall in love with misa (at most in like a tsundere way) and yeah

grelleswife

Naomi riding a motorcycle down an open highway. The breeze is blowing through her hair, and a gorgeous sunset illuminates the sky behind her.

Naomi and Halle having tea at Naomi’s apartment (romantic undertones preferred)

Halle and Naomi dancing together at an elegant evening ball as part of an undercover mission. I leave their specific attire up to the artist’s discretion.

In an AU where Naomi survives, she and Halle have a one-on-one training session where she teaches the other agent capoeira. Can be romantic or platonic.

A short piece on Halle’s early days working for the SPK (her motivations for joining, first encounters with Near, and so on)

A Kiyohalle short in which Halle protects Takada from a would-be anti-Kira attacker. 

chaotic-angsty-teen

Light with wings

Misa inspired by the song Teen idle by MARINA (could be a lyric comic or just a drawing of her that fits)

L in an ugly Christmas sweater drinking teafree sugar.

Hannibal nbc crossover or AU

Time-loop AU for the day L dies in canon from either L's or Light's perspective

Misa eventually gets disillusioned with Light during the timeskip

AU where Soichiro finds out Light is Kira after L's death

dillyfirestarter

Don't be a coward, join me in my crackship and draw me an L/Soichiro picture. 1.1 How would they flirt in the hotel rooms before L meets Light in person? 1.2 In the Yotsuba arc, Light catches L making a suggestive face/gesture to Soichiro. He doesn't realise it's a mutual attraction, but he's still horrified.

If that's too terrible to imagine, then I'd like to see Nu the eyeball-column shinigami as Misa's shinigami. Perhaps Misa is putting eyeliner/fake lashes around every eyeball?

Those Who Stand For Nothing Fall For Everything: if you know this story, show me what you think dapper lawyer L looks like

Depressed adult Near has far too much hair. Does he make one of the SPK brush it for him? Or does he just lay there and occasionally pick out lego from his masses of curls?

Naomi is my goddess. I wish I got to see her interact with L or the Task Force in canon. How would she fit into the team?

Alternatively: Naomi, alive and well several years after the show, has to pick up her gun once more and strap her baby to her back to go fight crime.

Alternatively: Light actually decides to assault Naomi to stop her going to the police station. Make her give him the most satisfying arse-kicking

Death Note/Code Geass crossover: What Geass would L or another character have? Would it be a help or hindrance catching Kira?

complicatedmerary

Halle and Naomi on a motorcycle adventure together

Kiyomi Takada attending her first concert as a child, reaction is up to you

Misa plays a prank on Light (gone wrong) (REAL) (we all cried).

Mikami is stuck with Takada in her apartment after the district got shut down with an unusual outage, they are forced to talk about topics other than Kira

Light Yagami has a diary that no else but him knows, what would that look like prior to his final days? Bonus points if someone got to read it, be it before or after his eventual demise

Near likes to pretend that defeating Light Yagami was satisfying to watch, and yet, he still feels like something about it wasn’t quite right, some questions still unanswered.

bring-back-beyond-birthday

Beyond Birthday and Mello hanging out

Shinigami tea party!

L and Light looking at a sunset together! 

Light and L having a chance meeting or accidental relationship~? I’m a big fan of coffee shop au’s!

What do all the Whammy’s kid do when the adults are away?

Matt and Mello’s adventures once they team up! 

mapsareforbraindeads

death note… but it’s alice in wonderland!

light, L, misa, and the task force get together for a movie night.

matsuda made a cake for L! is it a disaster? is it delicious? you decide!

anything with b x light x l (beyondlawlight) or any ship involving that trio.

any character’s journey through realizing that they are aromantic. ideally with a proper coming out scene.

a yagami sibling-centric fic taking inspiration from “we all need a hero” from the musical.

light and near making cookies together to surprise L, who sneaks in and tastes the cookie dough when they aren’t looking and critiques it. i actually had a dream about this once.

a beyond-centric fic that explores his thoughts during another note

izaori

LightMello as Pokemon trainers! Doesn't have to include Pokemon but if so I think Mismagius and Infernape would be cool

Naomi being badass like on her motorcycle or on the job. Action-y. The movie motorcycle slide thing would be super cool.

Holiday Ryuky :D like Ryuk in a Christmas hat or with Valentines gifts or easter bunny ears. Or saint pattys day stuff. Literally any holiday and Ryuk is celebrating it. Feel free to choose your favorite holiday!

Misa planning a big Valentines day surprise for Light. Maybe getting special chocolate, or a cute outfit, getting movie tickets. Light's reaction to it (maybe positive if it makes him look good, negative if it just interferes with his plans).

Mello after the mafia explosion and before we see him again. What happened? How did he survive? Who helped him? Maybe when he contacts Matt/Wammy's House for help.

Young L investigating the 'mysteries' of Wammy's House. For example, a 'kitchen ghost' that's actually just a squeaky cabinet that keeps opening. Or why the sharpies in a classroom keep going missing. These child mysteries must be solved!

birdlizard

matt living his best life

rem listening to misa talk about light

beyond birthday with dramatic/fun lighting

matt and mello roommate drama

L tries to do chores

rem gets herself some standards

thisworldisrotten

light playing a string instrument (violin, viola,cello, double bass, harp) in a fancy suit

light and b killing l together (bonus if it's bloody)

light and mikami being evil and ruling the world together

a third party (matsuda, soichiro, mello, oc, etc) witnessing L and Light's interactions and having no idea what they're talking about because it's like they're sharing the same brain

L wins au- L regrets executing Light

Light feeling lonely and superior to everyone else during his childhood and through the years

[whimsipunk]

2, 6, 18, 28, 29 uwu

2. What are you obsessed with right now?

I've been hyperfixating on detective fiction lately! I combed over my entire bookshelf and only found 3 books that would fit the bill (and one of them's technically a crime thriller and not even detective fic proper), so I'm planning on trying out a few Poirot novels in the near future. I used to love mystery stories as a kid but kind fell off the wagon with them as a teenager. Coming back ot them now so long after is really cozy and nostalgic. :3

I also finally saw Knives Out and Glass Onion because of this hyperfixation and I LOVED them, especially Knives Out. Benoit Blanc is my dad now.

6. Describe your dream home.

Something spacious but not like a full blown masion, with a back yard big enough to host parties and a pond with a waterfall. The walls are made of brick or stone and it's got a little tower on one side and a big wooden door with iron hinges. The garden would be full of black flowers and there'd be a trellis swing.

I'd have a room that's a dedicated library, full of dark wood and big cushy seating and warm lights with a dimmer. The door to it would be one of those hidden bookshelf doors. I'd also have a room that's just my art and crafting studio, with big worktops and lots of storage and wide airy windows for lots of natural light. Also a spare bed so if I wear myself out working on a project I can lie down right then and there.

There would also be a fully kitted out kitchen and big dining area for more gatherings, including hosting TTRPG nights for all of my friends. A plush living room, at least one guest room and a bathroom in pastel colors with a big ass bathtub for my goth bathbombs are also in there somewhere.

18. What tattoos do you want?

OOOOOOO YESSSSSS let's see. I want a tattoo of a mandrake plant, probably in the style of those goofy, scrunkly medieval marginalia illustrations.

I definitely need to get a tattoo of a faerie at some point, though I'm not sure exactly what I want that to look like yet.

And I'd really like to get something on my other inner forearm from the Murray twins in Salem, most likely a creepy ass scarecrow or other folk horror inspired piece. That would require me to actually visit Salem though XD

I also have an idea for a sternum piece based on some art from a mausoleum in my local cemetery, which depicts two snakes coiling around an upside down torch with a star above them. That'd be a post top surgery thing, though.

As would my final idea, which I am definitely going to get done, which is a quote from the poem Vultures by Jarod K. Anderson. It'll say "Your old name is not your king/ I rename you 'everything'" right under my top surgery scars.

28. Who's the funniest person you know?

(sweats) idk what you mean all my friends are hilarious....

29.What's the most overrated movie?

OUGH that's a really broad question so I'm gonna take the cowardly way out and give you a broad answer. I think movies being "good" or not is kind of an overrated concept in general. You could make an absolute dogshit movie on a cheap-ass phone camera with horrible acting and an incoherent plot but at the end of the day if someone had fun watching it, even for the "wrong" reasons, then that's all that matters. And maybe I'm biased because I love campy schlok but, really, the important thing to me is not so much that something was "good" but that it was entertaining. If it also happens to be well put together and/or thought provoking that's a bonus.

Thanks for asking my deer friend <3

[troglobite]

lkfajsdflk

more thoughts abt fatness and desirability etc re: that one post i rbed and tagged

i can think of like Two characters who are actually fat who are cool interesting complex and their fatness is a neutral thing.

and they're both from the same show

laszlo and guillermo

like that's it lol

but i love them both bc they're complex characters who (as far as i know, bc again, i don't engage in fandom bc hhhhhhh) aren't FLATTENED.

yeah guillermo wears sweaters and is idealistic and goofy

but also? he kicks so much ass physically and emotionally

he is morally grey, fucked up, selfish, melodramatic, occasionally just MEAN

and ALSO a very loyal friend

he's not made to be ~comfy cozy~ or a joke just bc he's fat

it's just part of him, and it doesn't hold him back from having boyfriends and desires and BEING desirable

OR from being a truly fucked up piece of shit on occasion lol

and laszlo is The Most Desirable And Horny Man ever

and he's not portrayed as unwelcome in his advances, he's never portrayed as crude or rude or unwanted (except in very specific hilarious circumstances that have nothing to do with him being fat and horny)

he's not made out to be this lecherous freak

he's just exceedingly horny and eclectic and weird and funny and also sweet and heartfelt but utterly clueless about the weirdest things

he's a fun and complex character, and being fat is a neutral thing about him.

so when people make these two characters soft in fanart or fanfic, it's bc they're doing fandom shit, not bc they're fat (or at least, there's enough plausible deniability that it doesn't immediately read as that lol)

but az/raph/le is an irritating case to me

bc on the one hand YES MAKE CHARACTERS FATTER, IT IS A NEUTRAL THING! DO IT! GET USED TO SEEING FAT CHARACTERS AND IT NOT BEING A BIG DEAL! AND THEM STILL BEING DESIRABLE AND COOL AND LOVED!!!

and all of the other positive shit they said

on the other hand i am REALLY FUCKING SUSPICIOUS of people's motivations in making him fat in the VERY SPECIFIC WAYS they are making him fat

because you know what they ALSO do?

they make him SHORTER

and part of that is bc then together, he and cr/wl/y look like this:

oI

and ppl love that for some fucking reason

(baseless speculation that it's bc of reproducing gender roles and power dynamics in relationships that don't have them--ANYWAY)

people also draw/write him knitting. all the time.

i'm PRETTY sure he NEVER did that in the show. in reality i'm pretty sure he would be absolutely baffled by how it works bc it's a complex human thing. his only human interest outside of music and books is magic.

he doesn't even WEAR knitwear.

and yet. everyone draws him short, fat, round, and knitting, with this little placid smile on his face.

tell me that making him fat, doing those things, and calling him azi is in any way a neutral or positive thing 100% of the time.

okay that was really combative--

clearly i think a lot of ppl just don't think about it.

and some are just following fanon trends.

but either way, they are creating and reproducing something that relies upon shortness and fatness to convey "somft, smol, roumd, sweet uwu bb"

and it is INFURIATING.

I AM SHORT AND FAT

AND I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW OFTEN PEOPLE HAVE STEREOTYPED OR UNDERESTIMATED ME

they would see my anger as laughable or cute

my interests as childish

my glee and excitement as weak and youthful

my threats funny

and i'm REALLY FUCKING ANGRY that giving him the same traits i have is meant to fucking woobify him so he's smol and cute

and then there are posts that are like ooohhh!!! he's a badass! he has a PLAN! he's so cool and tough!!!!

all in the same tone of like. fucking. talking about your 9 year old wanting to dismantle the patriarchy. or a small dog managing to scare bigger dogs.

so while i'm glad that there exists a lot of fanwork that makes him fatter AND desirable

and just has his NORMAL, CANON ATTRIBUTES (goofy, endearing, a bit gullible, but also steadfast and loyal, also self-denying and occasionally clueless or reticent) that are PART of him but not meant to be EMPHASIZED by his physical attributes

like that's great

i'm REALLY fucking irritated to see him made shorter and fatter as a shorthand way of conveying uwu smol bean

he's not. any of those things.

so THAT is why he in particular being made fatter (AND SHORTER) in fanworks just grates on me

yes i have tried blocking tags but blacklist systems no longer work consistently on here :)))))))))

so i see a lot of it unwillingly and then scroll past at lightning speed

but yeah. those. are my thoughts.

[igbylicious]

HIIIII I’M HERE TO LOVINGLY RAMBLE AT YOUUUUUUUUUU („• ᴗ •„) ♡

Says the person whose bestie is Hongjoong? 🤣 But yeah, also canon. 💅✨

asdhjadshj ohmygod THIS HONGJOONG EVEN WORKS AT A FASHION HOUSE LOL. as a designer, but still! you can’t tell me they wouldn’t ask him to model a few of his own pieces~

this is what im picturing Hwa looking like when he’s modelling here

look at him face!!!!! we love an awkward boi in this household uwu

Random as fuck fact, but i learned this word in a another fandom (black butler), and it made me smile to see it used here :)) 

ohhhhh i know abt that show through tumblr fandom osmosis but i didn’t know there was hanakotoba in it! that’s such a cute coincidence!!!

-under my breath-  fuck him over the counter while hes wearing his work apron 

*bites fist* oh noooooo that is what they could have done if reader hadn’t tried to bail on Woo!!!!!!! Wooyoung could’ve just offered Hwa to close up and they’d be in BUSINESS. they could have worked out all the tension between them in the fun way, punish him a lil for breaking a rule asdkjkjads oh reader honey… what a lost opportunity, she really did mess up… ( ╥ω╥ )

Like, he might think he’s helping my making light of it. If he knew what an avalanche of emotions and thoughts this all set off in Reader’s head, he would be so upset :(( 

iSAK I KNOW WE’VE JOKED ABT OUR BRAINS COMMUNICATING BUT I GOT AN EXCERPT HERE THAT’S LITERALLY FROM MY DRAFT FOR YOUR QUESTION ABT IF THERE’S EVER ANY HICCUPS BETWEEN WOOSAN (no i did not forget abt that!! tho this chapter gave a partial answer already lol!)

‘for [Wooyoung] humour is a way to take power away from the thing he is joking abt, to make it lighter’

WHAT IS HAPPENING AR EYOU ACTUALLY IN MY BRAIN

(but yeah i think humour is very multipurpose for him! like also when he teased San abt not being sensible; that was part bc 1) he loves teasing San, but also 2) to signal that everything’s alright, things are kinda ‘back to normal’, almost like a reassurance for San ;; )

and i am happy the kiss scene came off like that ahhhhh! i really wanted it to be clear Wooyoung had zero bad intentions ;; it was just him misjudging and not paying enough attention to her body language — and then she reacted so clumsily in return bc it punted her right into an anxiety spiral, which escalated the tension between them. no villains, just humans being human!

TRANS PERSON MOOD!!!!!! 

!!!!!!! omg i was tunnelvision-focused on the aro-ness while writing but GOD YEAH ABSOLUTELY 🤝 it is SO STRESSFUL when you have to keep reasserting your boundaries & needs regarding like, your identity and your authentic self ;;

It’s so cool how you set up the backstory with Hongjoong leaving ; ; it’s such an interesting parallel to what Reader is imagining will happen with Woosan. And it seems to be the root of those particular insecurities of hers as well :’(( 

lol i ended up doing waaaaaay more planning for this fic than i expected asdjkadsjk like, the original wip name was ‘woosan smut fest or smth’. just straightforward fucking! xD but ahhh i’m so pleased you caught onto that!!! (´ ω `♡) and yeah, between Hongjoong leaving and The Asshole, she was primed for some massive anxiety abt Woosan ;;

me, overanalyzing: omg… san is the mountains and Woo is the woodlands bc hes a fox……. whoagh. 

*gasp* this is now canon. there is a lil fox hidden in one of those artworks (✿◕‿◕✿) now i gotta figure out what reader is lol

i had to look up what a box-tie is, and it looks so cozy and also restrictive in a Good way. he would look so good in that =u= his arms and shoulders are so, like… slender. i think a box-tie would accentuate how small he is, but also how relatively muscley his shoulders are. he would look a little pathetic but like in a 100% endearing way obviously. 

rip i thought abt linking reference pics in the chapter itself but then i forgor asdjkads! i’m glad you found smth!!! and YES HE WOULD LOOK SOOOO GOOOOOOOODDDDDD I JUST KNOW IT *bites fist, foaming at mouth* also ohmygod the way you’re describing Woo is making me a lil insane think abt the differences of his physicality compared to San’s; while it makes Woo look smaller, with San, i’m guessing the opposite happens and it’d only emphasise how wide he is in the shoulders, esp with how it’d open up his broad chest bc his (muscular *_* ) arms are drawn back and ohgod their contrast would be soooo aesthetically pleasing side by side (and now i am spiralling asdjadskjasdjk godddddd i want, nay, NEED them both tied up at once and just admire their contrast and play with them and asdjhasdhjadshjashda x_x)

…makes him bouncy? chicken butterfly? 

asahjdahjadhjsdajhdsshjddhj!!! xD (i’d suggest it is not the rope, but San (and sometimes reader uwu) who makes Woo bouncy once he’s tied up hehe 〜(￣▽￣〜) )

this added such a comfy mood and feel for me, the sentence feels almost like getting a Sannie hug :’)

ack! like a Sannie hug is exactly what i was going for!!!! (≧◡≦) ♡

yikes! :D 

asdkjasasd yeeeeeeep there’s a reason why Hongjoong was a lil worried when his bestie stepped into smth new! ;; also i love the concept “girlfriend zoned” as a reversal. it really is more accurate than friendzone! if someone steps into a friendship with a predetermined goal of romance, and the other person can’t or doesn’t want to conform to that fantasy, that’s not the other person’s fault! don’t project your expectations and fantasies onto other ppl like that!!!

Woo lives in the moment so much, and i think that’s probably true about the real Wooyoung as well. He strikes me as the type, anyway :) 

Wooyoung: “but i was so caught up in the euphoria of having mindblowingly hot threesomes, that for like a minute i lived in a world where ppl don’t ever stop having mindblowingly hot threesomes” (valid of him, tbh lol)

(i agree, he strikes me as the type too!! ^^)

the ehndhnhjnh >w< YES, bite his ass!!

it’s nom nom time!!!! >:3

they’re already hugging each other, lot of skin contact, lovingly tied up by San. i think it’s easier to be open and honest this way, potentially.

a big YES to literally everything you said abt them being tied up together!!!!! (♡°▽°♡) they were in a very vulnerable, intimate space, and yeah, they just had to lay there and listen to each other! Woo and reader had cooled down enough to be comfy in that position, and get those last remnants of unease out of their system; reader may have teased him abt it, but San knew exactly what he was doing ♡( ◡‿◡ )

also really liked the Seonghwa cameo =u=

they find each other no matter what universe they’re in!!! (◕‿◕)♡

seriously i never know how to thankyou Isak!!! your thoughts are so much fun to read and to respond to asdjdajkdaskjj ty for providing this writer with enrichment in the enclosure (´,,•ω•,,)♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt9

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits

ch. summary: You visit Wooyoung at work, where one of your ground rules is tested.

wc: 7.7k

ch. warnings: gratuitous Seonghwa cameo, angst, a fight that lasts for like 15 minutes oop, sorta hurt/comfort, non-sexual bondage, dom San, sub Wooyoung, sub reader, rope space, mentions of past arophobia and amatonormativity

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.

a/n²: there is no smut bc i split this chapter up for length — but the next update will make up for that, promise!!! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

a/n³: in-fic time, less than a day has passed between the end of chapter 7 and the start of chapter 9. this feels worth mentioning, considering what happens in this one lol

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

The florist shop where Wooyoung works has a colourful and refreshing showroom, filled with creative flower arrangements, lush potted plants and idyllic garden ornaments. Sweet fragrances permeate the air, bright sunlight comes in from the large storefront windows.

The place is small and packed tight, greenery within arms’ reach wherever you stand; but organised and clean enough that it does not overwhelm the eye. And your vantage point by the counter gives you a nice overview of the store, including its two employees currently at work — but right now, they’re not exactly busy with selling flowers.

“Just relax, hyung!” Wooyoung says, exasperated, waving a hand at his friend and coworker. “Look natural!”

He has a camera pointed at Park Seonghwa; an absolute sweetheart and strong contender for the title of ‘most attractive person you have ever met’.

(A title that Wooyoung and San and literally every single one of their friends are in the running for. You’re still not convinced they didn’t hire their entire social life from a modelling agency.)

You watch them with amused interest. You’ve only met Seonghwa twice before, but he had enthusiastically greeted you when you entered the shop earlier. Now all that bright friendliness has faded, replaced by a stiff smile that’s stretched uncomfortably across his face.

“I don’t look natural?” he asks, nervous in his role as a model. “Why do you need me anyway, isn’t all this for the webshop? Why aren’t you taking photos of the displays?”

Wooyoung sighs impatiently, shaking his head at Seonghwa’s obliviousness. “Are you kidding me? The internet is gonna eat your face up. This is going on all the socials, hyung, we’re going for a viral sensation here! Viral! Now go stand next to those hibiscus and look pretty, alright?”

While Seonghwa moves around the store for a good spot, Wooyoung shakes his head and gives you a pointed look.

“Can you believe this? Man has a phone bursting with selfies and now he gets camera shy? I really thought this’d be a cake-walk.”

You giggle at Wooyoung’s mumbled grousing, and give him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. You never actually planned to visit Wooyoung at work today, but after last night activities, you’d been overtaken by an unshakable urge to check in on him.

He’d been yours to take care of, bound and blindfolded, and you can’t shake off an oddly protective feeling, like he is still yours to take care of even now. (San also always insists on dropping by at your place after an intense scene. You always poked fun at his overprotectiveness, but now you understand his chivalrous instincts a little better.)

There really was no need for you to worry; Wooyoung is energetic and upbeat, firing off jokes at Seonghwa in an attempt to relax him.

“What if I pretend to be a customer? Just to set the scene, distract him from the camera,” you suggest to Wooyoung. “But no pictures of me!” you add quickly. “I don’t need to be on this place’s instagram or whatever, alright?”

Wooyoung perks up at your offer. “Yeah, that could work! Come, hyung, pretend it’s just another day on the job.”

He ushers you to join Seonghwa between the colourful dahlias and asters, where you exaggeratedly clear your throat and roll your shoulders, readying yourself for your acting performance.

“Okay, so help me out here,” you tell Seonghwa, overly serious. “Let’s say I want to give my neighbour some flowers. What type of bouquet would I need to communicate my sympathies because his boyfriend never stops bullying him?”

“Oi!” Wooyoung protests, but he has to bite down a laugh to keep his camera steady. “Hwa, maybe you should put together something for a poor guy whose boyfriend’s neighbour keeps bullying him!”

But Seonghwa lets out an adorable giggle, and his smile relaxes now you’ve put him onto a task — no matter how silly the task is. “Well, edelweiss are often associated with courage, that seems appropriate here, right?” he says, meandering through the store. “Or what about some red camellia? Means ‘to persist with grace’ in hanakotoba.”

“San does show remarkable grace throughout his many struggles,” you agree solemnly.

“Same can’t be said about you,” Wooyoung retaliates with a grin.

You stick out your tongue at him, very much proving his point. But then you quietly hang back while Seonghwa enthusiastically digs into the particulars to fulfil your fake request. Your distraction works exactly as intended; now that he has relaxed, his natural sweetness gets a chance to shine on camera.

Seonghwa continues babbling about flower language at you, until the photo-shoot is put on hold when a soft bell chimes through the store. The door opens, and an actual customer steps inside.

Seonghwa helps the distraught-looking young man, who seems to have made some disastrous choices in his relationship — but you don’t listen in on their conversation for too long. Instead, you and Wooyoung reconvene at the counter.

He takes you through his haul of photos, badgering you for feedback. Your lack of expertise never seems to stop Wooyoung from valuing your opinion, always eager to hear what you have to say. So you point out the photos you like best, and happily let him use you as a soundboard.

He nods thoughtfully when you admit to liking the photos where Seonghwa is still just slightly nervous; there is endearing about his tentative smile, making his beauty approachable rather than intimidating. “Maybe you could a few from that side of the store too?” you suggest, gesturing to an area to the side. “The succulent arrangements there are really cute.”

“Oh, good idea!” His eyes flicker over the displays, and already you can see the gears in his head turning, working out the best angles and observing how the natural light falls.

“Do you want me to take over the camera for a bit?” you ask.

“You? Why?”

You shrug, idly looking through more of the photographs. “You said you wanted a viral sensation, right? Getting some shots of you definitely won’t hurt.”

“Are you saying I look sexy?” Wooyoung grins as he leans on the counter, running a deliberate hand through his hair.

“No, that’s what you’re saying. I never used that word,” you tease him. “…But yeah. You look pretty sexy.”

You see no point in lying. There’s something unreasonably appealing about Wooyoung in a dark green apron, fitted around his slim waist; especially combined with a simple off-white shirt, rolled up to his elbows to show off his veiny forearms. He has his hair partially tied back into a half ponytail, the loose strands falling attractively into his face.

Wooyoung lets out a pleased giggle, bumping his shoulder into you and sticking close. His fingers reach to play against your wrist, tapping and drawing circles on your skin. He’s been acting especially clingy today, making you wonder if he also feels the remnants of yesterday’s scene just like you are.

Either way, you don’t give too much thought to his touchy-feely mood, until you keep looking through the photos — and see yourself back on the screen.

“Woo, didn’t I tell you? Not me!” you complain, whapping him on the arm, but it’s hard not to be struck by the picture; the way he has caught your face in the sunlight, your eyes glimmering with enthusiasm as you play customer for Seonghwa. Wooyoung has always had an uncanny ability to capture your happiness in his photos, bringing your inner joy to the surface. Sometimes the intensity of your own expression catches you off guard, making you wonder if your smile ever used to be that wide before.

Wooyoung pats your shoulder reassuringly, holding you into a half-hug. “This photo isn’t for the socials; it’s for me,” he grins and leans in, his lips suddenly pressed against your skin for a firm peck on the cheek.

You freeze instantly.

“Hm? What’s wrong?” Wooyoung asks, but then his memory kicks in. “Ahh right, sorry sorry! No kissing when we’re not— Yep, got it.”

“Yeah,” you say awkwardly. It’s fine, you tell yourself. Wooyoung forgot a boundary, he corrected himself; that’s all. Drop it and move on.

But Wooyoung, caught up in his playful mood, is not dropping it. He tilts his head, his eyes curved with a happy smile of mischievous curiosity. “So really, not just on the lips, no kisses at all? Any room to haggle out a deal? How about… on the top of your head?” he teases, pretending to move in. “Or the tip of your nose?”

Wooyoung keeps feigning more attempts at a kiss, treating the line drawn by your ground rule like a tightrope, balancing right across and threatening to topple over.

And there is no safety net underneath, not for you.

Your good mood shrinks away as Wooyoung happily jokes around, a tightness freezing you up. “No, no don’t,” you say, stiffly pressing a hand against Wooyoung’s shoulder to push him back. “Don’t fool around, Woo. Not this time.”

A strange mix of guilt and discomfort tangles sharply around your chest. Discomfort at Wooyoung’s flippant reaction to your boundary, guilt for having a boundary against one of his preferred displays of affection in the first place.

Wooyoung sobers up when he sees how badly he misjudged the situation. “Hey, sorry alright?” he says, raising his hands in apology. “I didn’t realise it was a big deal.”

In a way, you agree. The kiss itself didn’t need to be a big deal, not if Wooyoung had just let you shrug it off.

But either way, it is part of a big deal.

Once again, you hear the clock in your head, ticking away until the end of your arrangement with San and Wooyoung. Right now, it’s louder than ever.

Most days you just try to enjoy the moment, and avoid thinking too much about it. Now the full weight threatens to come crashing down on you, right in the middle of the flower shop.

Usually you imagine it ending by a slow drifting of interest; a gradual, undefined shift where you fade into the background noise of each others’ lives. Still friends, hopefully, but no longer closely entangled the way you are now.

But the kiss is a blunt reminder that things can also shift in a different direction; San or Wooyoung might grow to want things, feelings, that you cannot offer them. You are happy with the way things are now — but how long before they aren’t? What if this one small stupid kiss is the first of many clashes? What if this is the first sign of some inherent incompatibility between their needs and yours?

What if they ever decide that what you can give them isn’t enough?

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” you stay stiffly, trying to keep the tight spool of emotions contained.

Hurt flashes across Wooyoung’s face at your obvious attempt to brush him off. “I’m worrying about it a little,” he says, awkwardly rubbing his neck. “You know I didn’t—”

But Wooyoung swallows down the rest of his words when Seonghwa joins him behind the counter with an armful of flowers for the customer. Wooyoung magics on his friendliest smile, amicably chatting away with the distressed young man while Seonghwa deftly assembles a beautiful arrangement of soft rosy and lavender hues.

Together they comfort their upset customer, assuring him his girlfriend will love these, though you know they’ll be like two gossiping aunties the moment this poor guy leaves the store.

You try to relax during the wait, but suddenly the store’s sweet floral aroma is cloying to the senses, threatening you with a headache.

You just want to get out, take a few deep breaths of fresh air, and ease down your discomfort without Wooyoung constantly casting glances at you. His bright customer service smile hides most of his true expression, but there is definitely a worry in his eyes, and you can’t stop thinking about the earlier hurt on his face.

The customer leaves with his flowers and a soft jingle of the door chime, and Seonghwa turns to Wooyoung.

“How about we do a video too? Talk the boss into making a tiktok account for the store?” Seonghwa suggests, his nerves fully flipped over into excitement now that he’s gotten comfortable with the camera. In his enthusiasm, he clocks a beat too late that something is off with his coworker. “Uh, Wooyoung? Everything alright?”

“Not sure,” Wooyoung says, lines drawn on his brow as he looks at you. “Are we alright?”

“Yeah, I just— I’m gonna head back, see you later, okay?” you say, the headache no longer just a threat.

Wooyoung’s worry falls away from his face to make way for disbelief, and an annoyance prickles to life as you try to brush him off — again. “Wait, are you serious? C’mon, it’s only like five minutes ‘til closing time, I’ll be right behind you. Don’t be like that.”

Unsure, Seonghwa looks between you and Wooyoung. “Hey, why don’t you just leave early, Wooyo?” he offers. “It’s pretty quiet today, I got this. My turn to close up shop anyway. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Wooyoung hesitates, but gives in when Seonghwa gives him a friendly nudge. “Yeah, see you tomorrow. I owe you one, Hwa.”

The way back to the apartment building is quite possibly the most awkward that things have ever been between you and Wooyoung — which is saying something, considering the whole ‘you walking in on him and San having sex’-thing that kicked all of this off in the first place.

Neither of you bring up what just happened, honouring an unspoken agreement to wait until you’re back home. There are a few stilted attempts at smalltalk, like you and Wooyoung are both trying to keep some thin thread of connection alive; but there is mostly just silence.

Wooyoung quietly trudges next to you with his face drawn, hands stuffed in his pockets, and plenty of thoughts on his mind. (You can’t help but wonder; how many of those are second thoughts?)

It’s a painful contrast with how affectionately clingy he was before, but thankfully the apartment building is just one quick subway stop away, and then it is only an elevator ride up to the top floor. You follow Wooyoung into San’s place without really thinking about it, like that’s just where you are supposed to be.

Inside, Wooyoung shucks off his shoes and barely waits for you to follow him into the living room. “Okay, we’re home, can we talk now?” he says, looking back at you with a tight expression on his face. “Cause that back there? That wasn’t cool.”

San, who had been hanging out on the couch, puts down his phone and blinks in surprise at the heavy tension that just walked into his apartment. “What wasn’t cool?”

“It’s not—” you start, but Wooyoung bluntly interrupts you.

“I kissed her.”

“Wait, you what?” San says, now outright startled.

“On the cheek,” Wooyoung explains, then crosses his arms as he turns back to you. “And no, I shouldn’t have — but when you tried to ditch me like that? That wasn’t cool either.”

His frustration is contagious, and you feel yourself responding in kind. “You know what else isn’t cool? You doubling down on the whole thing and making a laugh of it instead of just backing off,” you bite at Wooyoung.

Anger blooms inside you; anger that has very little to do with that stupid kiss on the cheek.

Every time you have to remind him or San of a boundary, it feels like you are speeding up the clock on this relationship, rushing closer towards the end. And you can’t help but resent Wooyoung for making you do it twice.

“You think I like telling you no? I don’t!” you snap, the frustration now burning behind your eyes. “Whenever I gotta push back against something, I feel like I’m pushing you away. I don’t want that! I don’t want to push you away, so just— Stop making me!”

“Make you?” Wooyoung snaps back. “I didn’t make you do anything yesterday. You started on that whole ‘we can still be friends after we stop having sex’ business all on your own, and that felt like a pretty big shove to me.”

Poor San looks completely out of his depth, uncertain as he glances back-and-forth between arguments, but his eyes widen at Wooyoung’s words. “Wait, you want to stop this?” he asks, staring at you in shock.

“No, of course I don’t!” you say, flustered that San’s takeaway is the exact same as Wooyoung’s had been. “Why do you guys keep asking that?!”

“Because you’re the one who brought it up!” Wooyoung says, rolling his eyes at you.

Your mouth opens, then closes again. Shit. That’s… actually a good point. “Not because I want us to stop,” you say, your heated anger slowly cooling down to brittle embarrassment, “I’m just…”

“Wait, hang on, hang on,” San says, finally willing himself into motion.

Carefully, he takes your and Wooyoung’s hands, then leads you to sit on the couch with him in the middle. He doesn’t let go of your hands.

“So let me get this straight. You” — he looks pointedly at Wooyoung — “are upset because you don’t want her to push us away. And you” — he turns to look at you — “are upset because you also don’t want to push us away? So what the hell am I missing here? Aren’t you on the same page? Can we please maybe entertain the idea that you guys aren’t actually mad at each other!”

Now it’s Wooyoung’s turn to cool down, the frustration seeping out of his shoulders. He sighs, something releasing in his breath, then meets your eyes with a tentative grimace.

“I’m not mad at you,” he admits awkwardly. (San lets out a sigh of relief.) “What you said yesterday… maybe it shook me up a bit more than I realised.”

You mirror his grimace, struggling to meet his eyes. “I’m not mad either,” you say, equally awkward. “Sorry, I didn’t really think about how that question could sound to you. I was just looking for reassurance, I swear.”

San squeezes his hand around yours, daring a cautious little smile now the thorn has been taken out of this conversation. “Reassurance for what?”

“Just what I said,” you say with a rueful laugh, unsure how to explain better. “That we’ll still be friends even after things between us change.”

Wooyoung makes a noise of exasperation.

“No but see, that kinda pisses me off,” he says, getting worked up again. “Listen, I get what you were saying, that we don’t know what will happen in the future. But why are you so convinced we’re stopping this any time soon? Sure, we don’t know if it will go on forever, but isn’t that the same for anything? Hell, who can even say if San and I won’t ever break up either?”

“Um, I can?!” San interjects, giving Wooyoung a distressed look.

“I didn’t— Sannie, I’m not saying we will!” Wooyoung says, interrupting his own vehement monologue with a fond laugh, patting at San’s hair. “I just mean you never know! But bringing up stuff like ‘after’ and staying friends…” Wooyoung looks at you with a faded smile. “It made me feel like you got one foot out the door already.”

His words sink in slowly… and for the second time today, you’re forced to admit that Wooyoung sure is making a good point.

(And despite everything, you can’t help but feel a small burst of happiness at Wooyoung’s complete distaste at the thought of ending your arrangement.)

“Maybe… yeah. Maybe I do have a foot out,” you say wryly. “Past experiences have turned me into a bit of a pessimist, I guess. But if they taught me anything, it’s that whenever I got something more involved going on, one of two things always happens. Usually, the whole thing just… dissolves. Not always on purpose, but it does. We’re having fun, but then the fun wears off or it isn’t convenient anymore or something else comes along that’s simply more important.”

“You’re important to us,” Wooyoung protests, sulking.

“Yeah, well. I’m important to Hongjoong too. He still left,” you say sharply, and for the first time, you allow yourself some bitterness in that truth. (Obviously you would have told him to go, had he asked. He never asked. And really, what right did you have to expect him to? You are ‘just’ friends, after all. But fuck, it hurts.)

Wooyoung flinches back, blinking in surprise at your tone, and a fresh wave of guilt bubbles up inside you. You hate it. Why, even in the privacy of your own mind, do you feel guilty for not wanting to be put in second or third or last place for once?

You sigh, reaching across San’s lap to rest a hand on Wooyoung’s thigh. “Sorry Woo, that wasn’t fair,” you say, not thinking too much on if that’s true or not. Right now, you’re tired and just want to smooth things over, not set off another argument.

“It’s fine,” Wooyoung mumbles; and for a moment you worry that it is not fine at all. He stands up, shoulders low from fatigue as he stares at the floor — but then he grabs your hand without even meeting your eyes and pulls you up on your feet, right into a hug.

His grip on you is so tight it knocks the breath of out of you. One of his hands finds the space between your shoulder blades, fingers clinging at the fabric of your shirt, while the other cups the back of your head, drawing you even closer into his warmth.

You can’t see his face, burrowed against your shoulder, but you think you can hear a muffled “you couldn’t push me away if you tried”. A cautious smile curves around your lips, and you gently return his hug, carding your fingers through his dark hair.

It only takes a moment for another set of arms to join the fray, and you let out a soft ‘oof’ as the full strength of San wraps around you and Wooyoung, his firm body pressing into yours.

“You guys scared me,” he pouts, rubbing his cheek against the side of your head. “Don’t ever do that to me again, you hear me? Are we all good now?”

You free up an arm to clutch at San’s shoulder; still a bit unsteady but reassured by their dual presences. “Better, definitely,” you allow with a soft smile.

Wooyoung lifts his head up. There is no anger in his face, but the furrow of his brow still hasn’t relaxed. “We are good,” he mumbles. “I still feel kinda shitty. I know I fool around a lot, but it was just supposed to be a bit of fun. Never meant to actually upset you.”

“I know,” you say, gently brushing through his hair. “It’s okay. Sorry I tried to shut you out.”

San looks from you to Wooyoung, gears turning behind his eyes as he sees you’re both not fully at peace yet. “Let’s take it easy tonight, alright?” he says with an encouraging smile. “You two go freshen up or take a nap or something, I’ll order some food, and after that we’ll make sure everyone gets all nice and relaxed. I may know just the thing.”

A ping of curiosity goes off at San’s last words, but you know asking won’t be any use; he likes to keep his surprises. “Thanks, San,” you smile back, “and thanks for snapping us out of it.”

“Hey, someone’s gotta be the sensible one around here,” he grins — and lets out a tiny, cute yelp when Wooyoung lovingly bites his shoulder.

“You think you’re the sensible one?” Wooyoung says in teasing disbelief, right back to his menacing ways.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Yeah, I’m with Woo on this one,” you say. “Sense? San, you bark at Byeol.”

San makes an offended noise. “Byeol grew up around pups, she doesn’t speak cat!” he defends himself, endearingly earnest.

“Ah yes, perfectly sensible,” Wooyoung drawls, exchanging a grin with you; and as your eyes meet, you know that things will be alright between you.

San tries to glare at you and Wooyoung, a look that is completely neutralised by the pout on his lips. “You two really want to piss off the guy who’s about to buy you dinner? That a road you want to go down?” he threatens, but there’s a poorly hidden, happy gleam in his eyes.

Wooyoung throws his arms around San, pressing an exaggerated kiss on his cheek. “Love you, babe!”

You hug San with equal enthusiasm, nuzzling against his shoulder. “Thank you, food daddy!”

“‘Food daddy’?!” San gives you a startled look but quickly sighs in defeat, patting you and Wooyoung on the head. “Fine, fine. Go take a shower or something and I’ll handle it.”

A long shower and a hot meal later, you find yourself in the familiar space of San’s bedroom; the white walls contrasted by dark sheets and curtains, with their the monochrome artwork of vast mountains and woodlands. A place you’ve come to associate with safety and pleasure; a place that eases the tension in your body just by breathing the air between these four walls.

Soft music drifts through the background; one of San’s easy listening playlists, relaxed and unobtrusive, and he even took the time to light a subtly scented candle. The atmosphere is quietly intimate, but also distinctly chaste, with none of the usual heat.

You are kneeled down on the bed, doing some light shoulder stretches to warm your body up, comfy in a basic sports bra and a pair of sleeping shorts. Wooyoung is dressed in a shirt and baggy boxers — and adorned by lines of rope stretched across his chest, already halfway into a box-tie. He submits to San’s work with a languid smile, slowly letting the outside world slip away.

“Of course your ‘thing’ would involve rope,” you tease San, then sigh in bliss at a particularly satisfying stretch. “Don’t know why I’m surprised.”

“Hey, if it works, it works,” San says with a wink. “Besides, you sure were eager enough when I pitched the idea.”

To literally tie you and Wooyoung together? A little on the nose, perhaps, but god San had looked so cute when he suggested it, so proud of himself for his ingenious plan, and you’d hardly object to such a thing anyway.

You realised long ago that bondage is a bit of a favourite between San and Wooyoung, and they are no strangers to non-sexual forms of rope play either. Both for the intimacy and calming benefits of the act itself, and to test out complex ties or positions in a low intensity environment.

San finishes the box tie on Wooyoung, securely cinching both his arms and wrists, ropes crisscrossed prettily across his chest. Already you can see the shift on Wooyoung’s face; in the right mood, rope is one of the few things that truly slows him down, its soothing effect reaching all the way into his very core.

“Everything good?” San asks, his voice like velvet while he checks the knots. “That’s it, slow your breathing,” he hums, raising and lowering a hand in time with Wooyoung’s breath, guiding him deeper into an almost trance-like state. “Focus on the smell of the candle, how the rope feels against your skin, holding you in. Nothing in the world except the three of us in this room.”

He tenderly cups Wooyoung’s cheek for a soft kiss, lingering close as their foreheads touch.

“I’m right here, I’ll be right next to you,” San whispers. “Just keep your eyes on me, alright?”

You smile softly at San’s reassurance. Even when he is forced to divide his attention between two subs, San always finds small ways to stay connected, especially when one of you is in a vulnerable state.

Wooyoung briefly rubs his nose against San’s, then lets him go with a content sigh. A familiar warmth spreads in your chest at being the witness to their intimacy, their willingness to share unguarded moments of delicate happiness.

Then San turns to you, and treats you to a moment of delicate happiness of your own with a light brush of his knuckles across your cheek. “You ready?” he asks with a small grin, looking far more relaxed himself too. Like the act of tying up Wooyoung unwound something inside him as well.

You nod, filled with gentle anticipation. “Yeah, I am.”

“Then let’s get started,” he says, holding up a piece of rope with a playful spark in his eyes.

You settle down while San goes to work, a feeling of serenity washing over you with the knowledge you are in safe hands. He is as meticulous as always, an easy rhythm to his movement, like the cords are an extension of his body, wrapping himself around you.

San’s slightly calloused fingertips brush against your sports bra and against bare skin. Even with zero intent on arousal, there is a sensuality to the way his hands move over your body, leaving a trail of rope that are not unlike his fingertips; slightly coarse but still soft. There is no restraining element to your decorative harness, but it feels secure around you, grounding your senses. With every cord San lays across your chest, he reduces the world further down to just this place, this moment; no thoughts, no worries, no conflict.

You glance at Wooyoung to find him watching you with a slow, dopey smile, all his earlier tension evaporated. His smile widens when he notices you looking, and your own lips curve up in response.

The diamond chest harness snugly hugs your breasts, and you feel the odd urge to preen, filled with a surge of confidence at how they accentuate the soft curves of your body. You arch your back just lightly, and Wooyoung bites his lip with a breathy laugh; he will always respect the need to show off.

“Looks nice,” he says, slightly raspy from the effort to summon his voice.

“Back at you,” you hum, casting an admiring glance at Wooyoung’s body and the ropework. “San did well.”

San strokes the back of your head, and gives the nape of your neck a small, appreciate squeeze at your compliment. “Ready for the next part?” he asks, looking from you to Wooyoung with a quiet intensity in his eyes, fully absorbed in his role of caretaker.

Once he is sure you are both still comfortable and in a good mind-space, San helps you down on the bed, on your side with one arm outstretched in wait. Then he helps Wooyoung to lay next to you, your arms neatly wrapping around Wooyoung’s waist as you scoot close, until your chests are pressed up against each other.

Wooyoung gives you a half-grin, his trance-like slumber disturbed by the change in position. He is close, so incredibly close that you can see even the faintest blemishes on his skin, tiny faded scars and small traces of acne. There is something mesmeric about them, grounding you deeper into the reality of the moment, the reality of him.

“Yeah, I like this,” Wooyoung sighs, wiggling closer while San ties up your wrists behind Wooyoung’s back, trapping you together.

“Good,” San says, his eyes curving as he finishes the last knot and looks up at you. “How about you? Still comfortable?”

More than comfortable; small jolts of excitement are firing off inside your veins at Wooyoung’s proximity, but you take a few slow breaths, guiding yourself back into the easy-going atmosphere. “Very,” you joke, squeezing your arms around Wooyoung. “As far as methods of conflict resolution go, this is definitely a new favourite.”

“See? Told you it was a good idea.” San grins at you, grabbing another length of rope; his work is not done yet. He starts on Wooyoung’s ankles, whose expression has gone thoughtful at your comment.

Tied up the way you are, there is no escaping Wooyoung’s pensive gaze — but you don’t try to, meeting his eyes while he is brought into an even deeper state of constraint. He slowly blinks at you, pupils dilated in the dim light of the room.

“What was the other way?” he asks.

“‘Other way’?” you frown, trying to work out what Wooyoung is talking about.

“You said that whenever you’re involved in this type of situation, there are two ways for it to end,” Wooyoung says, still looking at you intently. “You never told us the second one.”

San perks up in curiosity at the question.

Ah shit. You groan, reflexively trying to hide your face in your hands — but they are securely locked behind Wooyoung’s back, so all you do is pull him in closer into the soft cushion of your chest. He is happy to let you, the ropes of your harnesses pressing into each other.

“Wait, is it embarrassing?” he asks, almost a little too eager; Wooyoung loves embarrassing stories.

“Not— not exactly,” you quickly disillusion him. “I told you it usually ends because interest fades, right? Well, the other way is… the opposite, pretty much.”

“Too much interest?” San asks, his hand now on your ankle, nudging you to bend your knee and hook your leg over Wooyoung’s.

You breathe out a soft, bitter laugh. “Yeah that’s spot on, actually,” you say, following San’s guiding touch. Your hips neatly line up with Wooyoung’s, and San starts to anchor you together. “Last person that I had a friends with benefits type of deal with, he… Well, he started to have some romantic ideas about me, about our deal. When I couldn’t feel the same way about him, he made it real damn clear he took that personally. Blamed me for wasting his time. Now… Now I don’t know if we ever really were friends at all.”

Saying it out loud hurts more than you expected, a painful reminder of how he’d seen your friendship as nothing more than a stepping stone.

You had genuinely liked him, enjoyed his company, but none of your time together had any intrinsic value to him except as a prelude to romance. Didn’t matter that you’d been upfront from the start; he’d still convinced himself that his feelings for you would magically change yours, like he was the one person who’d finally ‘fix’ you. His word, not yours — and that had hurt the most of all, threatening to undo all the work you’d done to teach yourself you were not broken in the first place.

Frustratingly, sudden tears burn behind your eyes. It is the vulnerability of the bondage, you tell yourself. It is because you are tired. It’s definitely not because of some asshole who’s not worth a single spare thought. Dammit, you can’t even wipe your face right now, forced to try and push back your tears through sheer willpower.

Wooyoung scoffs loudly, breaking your concentration.

“What a fucking asshole,” he says, shaking his head. He tries to grab onto your hands, still tied behind his back, but the best he can manage from this position is for his fingers to graze against your wrist. “His loss, if he thinks any time spent with you is a waste.”

“Agreed,” San says, squeezing your knee. The ropework around your leg is half-finished and forgotten. “The friendzone is criminally underrated, if you ask me,” he says, and somehow he manages to be joking and completely earnest all at once. “And our zone? Some cool hot gal lets me be her friend, and she’ll let me smash? I fail to see the problem.”

You hiccup a laugh, tears shaking loose from your lashes. “Yeah, you know what? You’re right. I’m a damn platonic catch!”

“Damn straight you are!” San grins, his hand warm and reassuring on your leg.

Wooyoung still looks intensely at you, his eyes flickering across your face, tracing your tears. Briefly, the thought strikes you that he wants to kiss you.

Right now, with your bodies trapped together, there is very little you actually could do to stop Wooyoung from kissing you again — but you do not panic when he leans in, filled with absolute trust. A trust that Wooyoung proves himself to be deserving of when he just clumsily brushes his nose against your cheek, an awkward attempt at wiping your tears.

You start to giggle when you realise what he’s doing, and Wooyoung joins in when he realises how futile and ill-conceived his efforts are. “San? A little help here?” he laughs, leaning back to his original position. He shakes his head at his own silly impulse, his bright smile even more beautiful and contagious from so close-by.

San does not hesitate, grabbing a tissue from his nightstand before he lays down behind you, leaning over to properly wipe your face. He does not return to his ropework, opting to stay close for a proper cuddle. His cheek presses against your shoulder, an arm slung heavily across your waist so his hand rests on Wooyoung’s hip.

“Just, for the record,” San says, his voice so close to your ear it raises goosebumps, “all jokes aside, I really am happy with how we are now.”

You manage to turn your head just enough to give San a grateful look, gently bumping your forehead against his. “Me too,” you say, and hesitate for only a moment to say more. “You… you guys do know I care about you, right? Like, a lot.”

“We do,” he smiles, dimples and all, while Wooyoung tries to squeeze his hands around yours again.

“But sometimes that only makes more difficult, to try and figure out how to navigate all this,” you say, grimacing again. “Even now? Right now? Some tiny part of me is worried that I gave off the wrong signal by saying that. It’s like I’m trapped in some weird split, and I’ll either push you away or lead you on, even by accident.”

Wooyoung chuckles dryly. “You get stuck in your head a lot, don’t you,” he observes almost conversationally.

“…Yeah,” you admit with a chuckle of your own.

“You know,” San says gently, “it’s not like I never thought about this kind of stuff either. Where it’s going, when you might break things off. Maybe I should’ve brought it up myself, I don’t know. Maybe I was worried where that conversation might go.”

Wooyoung blinks in surprise. “Wait, you also thought we might stop having sex anytime soon?”

“…You really never considered that??”

“Not until yesterday! Why didn’t you talk to me about it?”

“I just—” San shrugs, a little helpless. “I didn’t want to bother you with it.”

(It is an odd thought; all this time, you wondered how much time you’d have before San and Wooyoung inevitably moved on, while San wondered the very same thing about you.)

Wooyoung’s frown returns, and he shifts a little against his restraints. “Hey, you know I don’t like it when you don’t talk about what’s bugging you. Even if the thing bugging you isn’t me.”

The last part is light-hearted, but you can still sense his concern, a history of past conversations in his voice.

It is a new side they are showing to you; allowing you to witness not only the intimacy of their happiness, but the intimacy of their disputes as well. Somehow it’s both uncomfortable and a comfort at once; you are literally trapped between them, but there is something revealing about this kind of vulnerability, their willingness to let you into their lives. The pretty and the unpretty parts of it.

“I— Yeah no, you’re right. I should’ve,” San says quietly, reaching to brush his fingers across Wooyoung’s cheek. “Sorry.”

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow, but there is a budding grin on his lips. “Seriously, this all would’ve been sorted out so fast if either of you just talked to me about it. Idiots.”

“I did talk to you!” you splutter in protest.

“Yeah and here we are, not twenty-four hours later! Case closed!”

(Damn, he really won’t stop making great points today.)

“No, not ‘case closed’,” San says, huffing a laugh. “That’s what I was trying to talk about!” His face goes a little softer, leaning over your shoulder just enough so he can make proper eye-contact with you. “Listen,” he says gently, “we don’t have to work out anything definitive right now, but I— we’d like it if you stuck around for a long time. If you want.”

He rushes to add the last part, like he’s worried even the tiniest hint at anything remotely resembling a commitment could make you bolt like a startled deer — and you can hardly blame him for that.

You give him a quiet nod, unable to do much more right now than acknowledge his offer, then you look at Wooyoung, to see where he is at right now.

“Yeah, I’m with San,” Wooyoung says earnestly, but you spot the playful gleam in his eyes even before he opens his mouth again. “Seriously, what do I care if I get to kiss you or not, if it means we get to keep you around? I’d rather learn a little self-control than miss out on you.”

You exhale a soft, fond laugh. “Thanks, Woo. I know what a sacrifice that is for you,” you tease him, but you squeeze your arms around him a little tighter to make clear you really do appreciate it.

“Oh, it’s a huge sacrifice. Don’t you dare think I’m treating this lightly,” Wooyoung says, absolutely treating it lightly “Do you even realise just how much I love smooching my friends? So. Damn. Much. You better be grateful!”

You’re fully aware of how much he loves it; you’ve seen often enough how he — and San — menace their friends with kisses the same way you like to menace Hongjoong with hugs. In hindsight it’s a small miracle that it took this long for either of them to slip up and lay one on you at the wrong moment.

You try to move your arm to reach back and touch San, and are mildly surprised when you can’t, still restrained by the ropes around your wrists. They’d almost been forgotten, like they are as natural to your body as wearing clothes.

“…Hey, is it weird that we just had this whole heart-to-heart while me and Wooyoung are tied up?”

San just shrugs, giving you a small grin. “As long as it works for us. That’s how we’re doing this whole thing, right?” But it does pull his attention back to the bondage, and he testingly feels at your bindings. “Does it all still feel good?”

“Really good,” you sigh. “Definitely worth revisiting this type of thing under different circumstances. Ah… I think Wooyoung agrees,” you blurt out the last part; his cock gave an enthused twitch at the suggestion of doing this again, noticeable even through his boxers.

“Oh, does he now?” San purrs, running his hand over Wooyoung’s chest harness.

Wooyoung is predictably shameless. “Hey, I’m enjoying myself. I’m all for a redo without clothes getting in the way.”

“Then we’ll make that happen soon, for sure,” San says, biting his lip. “Want me to untie you now, or stay like this for a bit longer?”

You and Wooyoung exchange a look, coming to an unspoken, unanimous agreement. “Bit longer.”

San hums, the heated look in his eyes softening back into affectionate warmth. He nestles back against you, throwing a leg over yours to hook his ankle around Wooyoung’s; creating another connective thread between the three of you as the bedroom settles into a relaxed, almost dream-like space.

You’re still restrained, but you have never felt less trapped. Instead you surrender your body and mind to the rope, to San, even to Wooyoung, although he is just as tied up as you; and you know you are welcome here, your presence treasured for exactly the way you are.

The feeling lingers even after San carefully untangles you and Wooyoung, enveloping you like a soft, serene glow.

You feel it in the gleam of San’s eyes as he rubs circles into your wrists, gentle deep pressure to encourage your bloodflow. You feel it in the weight of Wooyoung’s head resting on your shoulder, so quiet that you think he has dozed off until he giggles at an exchange of small jokes between you and San.

You feel it even after you leave their physical presence behind to turn in for the night; it’s right there in the ease of your thoughts, in knowing they won’t carelessly discard you.

The timer has stopped, no longer ticking away in your head. Instead San’s offer echoes through you, resonating stronger with every repeat.

“We’d like it if you stuck around, for a long time. If you want.”

In truth, you never gave much thought to what you actually want the future with San and Wooyoung to look like, other than some vague idea of ‘existing in each others’ lives’. You always assumed the choice would be made for you, and to fill in any details would only set you up to get hurt.

Now they have extended a hand to fill in those details together. And you don’t know what it’ll look like exactly — a platonic commitment of some sorts, something that works for the three of you regardless of traditional conventions — but you do know that you want to stick around. For a long time.

The next morning, you wake up to find a 4AM text from Wooyoung.

hey so non-sexy kissing is off the table but i can still bite u right

You snort tiredly, still half-asleep. Like he hasn’t been doing plenty of that already! But you resolve to go see him today, and give an in-person demonstration to show him exactly how you feel about bites.

[kinagossip]

miyoung dated toast the breakup was rough and she took some time off from streaming she recently got closer to janet (toast’s other ex) before miyoung (janet is dating steve suptic)

miyoung struggle with her gender identity she talked about it on her discord and on stream she’s always had long her and her mom always wanted her to keep it like that so when she cut it short she was really happy

one of miyoung’s discord messages

Couldn’t say this during stream cuz I’m shy uwu but Ahhhhh seriously thank you to my entire community and many others for all the support and love today 🥹❤️ I know it may seem like it’s just a haircut to some people, but it means a lot more than that for me. It’s really freeing and it feels like something inside of me finally feels comfy and cozy. I know some people might find it odd for a while but I appreciate you all that accept me for me 😭 seriously you guys are truly always happy as long as I’m happy and that’s honestly a foreign feeling to me.

Although I identify as a girl I think I’ve always liked being perceived more on the masculine side, even in games I always had a name where it was very gender neutral in the sense you couldn’t assume my gender (ex : Katana)

(Side note I definitely did have girly igns for maplestory/neopets as a child because I felt like that’s what society wanted)

Whenever I wear a skirt or a dress I’ve always felt like I was trying to “cosplay” as a “girl” which is why I’m always super quick to change out of those kinds of clothes if I can!! Not saying I don’t like wearing it, but it never felt normal or right for me.. 🥲 I don’t know if I’ll keep short hair but I’m so glad I finally did it, and I’m so glad you guys gave me the courage to do so! I FEEL ALIVE! THANK YOU!!!

IF I CAN DO IT YOU CAN TOO! ❤️ <:SmileDoge:1023601088038965269>

thank you!! i honestly don't know this crew that well so it's interesting learning more about their backstory and piecing stuff together

on another note, can someone go in details about tina and her ex? when did they breakup? i want to know where kina were at in their friendship when it happened

[gaitwae]

How about Loki x reader have been dating for a while and Loki heard about that midgardian thing "moving in together" and tries to ask the reader but the boi is too shy uwu

Warnings/Notes: I left the ending open for personal preference. There is alcohol. Y/N is not physically present.

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"How do I say it?" Loki asked Stark, having sat at the bar counter for nearly twenty minutes before realizing he hadn't yet explained what he had intended to ask Y/N. Anthony stared with a dry expression and puckered lips.

"Say what, exactly? I'm pretty sure you've told Y/N that you love them," he answered rather sarcastically. Loki resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Well, he hoped he did. He might have rolled them without noticing. "Why are you sitting and playing with your olive? Just drink your alcohol."

"I want to ask Y/N to move in with me. Like other mortals do," Loki said, sitting up and still playing with the olive in his Dirty Martini. His heart started beating faster. "I don't want them to think I'm noncommittal to this relationship. I care for them greatly."

"Um, buddy, I don't think that's something you do on a whim," Stark said slowly. "You have to kind of bring it up, and then plan it out. Everyone does that differently. Some people only want to move in together after they get married. Some only move in once they're engaged. Some move in right away. Some don't ever move in together. Sometimes, people move in together instead of marriage. You have to know what your partner wants."

Loki's expression fell. "So it is just as serious on Asgard," he lamented. He rested his pounding head on his elbow, groaning into the glass table. "It's complicated and full of unspoken rules."

"Unspoken rules are nothing. Just wait until you and Y/N actually start talking about marriage!" Stark laughed. He shook another drink together. "Pepper and I didn't really talk about moving in together, you know. She was in my house almost all the time, even before we were together, so it made more sense for us to just live together. I didn't mind; I'm going to marry her someday." Stark stopped for a moment. "Or I won't marry at all. The question is, how do I ask her? I still haven't asked her."

"You said that living together could be a substitute for marriage," Loki pointed out suddenly. His spirits seemed to be falling lower and lower... and he didn't have enough spirits on hand, either. Stupid Midgardian alcohol. He downed his glass.

"Yeah, it can be. Marriage means different things to different individuals. Most of us agree that marriage is supposed to be a lifelong partnership," Stark kept explaining, giving him more of his Dry Martini. "Marriage, for the most part, can be a bunch of different things: an understanding in a relationship, an official label, a ceremony, a piece of paper, a lie... What's marriage to you, exactly?"

"I've never been married. I've never felt this way," Loki answered, burying his face in his hands and running his fingers through his hair. "Suddenly this is beginning to look more like a maze and less like a calling from the Norns."

Tony jutted his hip out, resting his hand on it and setting his elbow and forearm on the glass bar. "How long have you and Y/N been together, anyway? That could explain why you're so nervous about all of this. You might not even need to move in together. A house is just a house, Loki; home doesn't need to be one place."

"About six weeks," Loki murmured. "Is it too early?"

Stark thought for a moment. "I'd say so. Let the conversation come up naturally, and let Y/N make the first move so you know when they're ready."

Loki felt a little bit better. "Alright. But they don't doubt that I want to have a serious relationship, yes?"

"Not if Y/N's dating you," Stark smirked.

[abbiedreamer]

🎶Music at Sunset🌄 When you’re idling at the hot spring in the Village of Dreams and a player appears and starts playing a fancy Happy Birthday on their funky piano 👀✨ If you couldn’t tell, I really like these brushes and the softer vibe it gives~ uwu really fits the cozy feels I wanted for this piece~ “And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” ‭‭Philippians‬ ‭4:7‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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