#AND I WAS RIGHT. BUT NOT ENTIRELY BECAUSE I DID NOT THINK IT WOULD HIT AS INTENSELY AS IT DID😭😭 IT WAS MYCH MORE THAN EXPEVTED

[sei-rq]

hi req incoming!?:) (chars I had in mind; Sae, Rin, Shidou) with a fem reader. Maybe 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 drabbles if you do that sorta thing if not that’s cool! (I’m VERY curious to see this with Sae if you wanna just do one)

Reader working as an intern or something for character’s team. Reader finds herself alone with them and ends up arguing, which is odd since readers usually sweet but the character pushed their buttons. After the character insults reader in the argument reader slaps them then feels bad. How would they react??

I genuinely do not have the source of this sudden slapping obsession but someone said Sae’s head would snap to the side and this usual stone faced man would give you the most devious smirk because he’s actually a freak in disguise.

YOU LIKE YOUR GIRLS INSANE !?

a/n: absolutely adore this req, honestly now that you mention it, i'd go insane for feral sae !! and holy fuck, I definitely think reo would get turned the fuck on if he got slapped, please tell me you get my vision.

ft: itoshi sae, itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, kaiser michael.

itoshi sae:

he's too into it.

WAY too into it, it literally happened because he was being difficult as usual, there's nothing new to it with sae.

but he has been pushing your buttons for as long as you've worked under him.

god knows what he had said way too bluntly this time around to piss you off, you don't remember

however this time, rather than that fake understanding and kind smile that you normally show to people to deal with situations quicker, was no where in sight, because you were alone with him.

you couldn't give less of a fuck anymore, not after what he said—

"i'm starting to think you took on this job because you're a people pleaser and you like the male validation from the team members, such a push-over."

a loud 'CLAP' could be heard in the empty room, the silence that followed after was deafening.

oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.

and before you can apologise and beg to whatever god is up there to not lose your job, there is a 'pftt' sound coming from the man that still has his faced pushed down, from both the slap and for the dramatic effect.

before it's a full on chuckle filling the room.

"guess you aren't a push-over after all."

and he gives you the most DEVIOUS smirk before saying "hope you know what this means for you, cariño."

itoshi rin:

"can you just shut up? you're being annoying." rin huffs as he sees you go over the interview questions for the nth time for the team.

and normally you'd ignore rin's cold remarks and you're trying your best to do it right now too

but fucking hell, he's breathing down your neck like he's judging your entire existence.

"can you stop looking at me like I escaped the psych ward, please?'

he blinks "hard not to, because you did describe yourself pretty accurately."

you didn't mean to, your hand moved before you could think, it was supposed to push him back, you were supposed to hit his shoulder out of pure frustration.

you didn't realise he was leaning down to your level.

SMACK!

and oof.

you're terrified for your job and your life as you immediately make sure that he's okay, but he looks up with dazed eyes, wide enough to look like an owl.

and he looks down at you like you just completely rebooted his system.

"you're going to regret that."

yeah so, you assumed as much, but not like THIS.

safe to say, he was late for the interview, there was a mysterious bandage on his cheek and his hair was uncharacteristically messy.

shidou ryusei:

ryusei is an absolute menace, everyone knows that.

and it's not that he made you upset, or said something to make you mad, you both were alone together as you were working on some important documents.

safe to say, you really shouldn't be doing serious things anywhere around this absolute gremlin of a man.

honest mistake on your part.

"oh that looks interesting, lemme see!" the paper is snatched from your hands and..

RIPPP!

yeah, he fucked up big time.

and you're normally so composed and ryusei doesn't expect anything more than a sigh and complains leaving your mouth.

SLAP!

he made a mistake.

but he doesn't regret it, he'll rip apart twenty more documents if he gets to experience you crash out like that again.

"shidou, i'm so sor-"

'oh nonono, why don't you make sure you mean that and repay me in another way?" and he has the most mischievous look on his face.

mikage reo:

reo never gives you any trouble.

he's the last person on earth to bother someone without reason.

and he's the one you get along most with because of how sweet and kind he is.

even if it's performative.

he's nice.

but right now, he's being anything but cooperative.

his friend and teammate, he has an unhealthy obsession with has been locked off, reo is crashing out.

he isn't listening and he has skipped out on important events and interviews.

being the team's manager, you were asked to deal with it.

you really tried. words just didn't seem to reach him in that moment.

"mikage, listen–"

"you wouldn't understand, you're doing nothing but pretending to be nice–" okay, hypocrite much.

SMACKK!

and he's so dramatic, head turned to the side, eyes wide, hand holding his cheek like he can't believe you.

he probably hasn't ever been slapped in his entire life, let alone been touched like that, he's the heir to mikage corporation for fuck's sake.

maybe it's the light headedness or him finally losing his mind, he can feel all his pent up stress going straight to his dick.

well.

why don't you take responsibility for messing up a face that's worth 705.8 billion yen?

kaiser michael:

so unhelpful.

literally the most unhelpful person alive, he's been buzzing in your ear like an annoying mosquito for the past hour.

usually you would not care, just nodding along with a polite smile.

today he's being extra bitchy, something about isagi.

and you literally want to tell him that you don't give two fucks about what isagi did or how kaiser is feeling about the situation.

"and he–"

"kaiser, i'm busy."

"doing what? you literally get paid to work with us and deal with us, don't tell me that you're so unprofessional and useless that you can't even–"

CLAP!

head swung towards his right, eyes blown wide.

"you didn't just! oh fuck you did!"

and he's malfunctioning.

hot, hot, hot.

he can't believe that's what got him going, why don't you help him take care of it?

after all, it's your fault.

[meadowfics]

blood stained kisses

kang dae-ho x f!reader

synopsis: the sensitive guy needed a stress reliever. fortunately, you needed the same.

warnings: 18+ smut with plot. MDNI! established relationship. semi-public. borderline somnophilia. oral (daeho receiving). p in v unprotected. voyeurism(??) vulgar dialogue. praise & degradation.

after the rebellion, your heart feels like it is racing a million miles per hour.

you survived the assault thanks to you following hyunju when she needed the bullets from daeho.

daeho, as cowardice as his actions were, didn't make you upset like it did with everyone else.

especially with yong-sik and gi-hun.

right now, you gave the sensitive player some space.

ten feet away, you stood beside hyunju and yong-sik looking down at geum-ja giving gi-hun sweet potatoes.

"look, I know. I know that you were trying to save us all," geum-ja sighs. gi-hun doesn't look at her, zoning out at the ground knowing that more lives were lost because of his failed act of heroism.

149 continued, "you were trying to punish the bad guys and put an end to all of this."

your hands got shaky, remembering the amount of gunshots that were fired during the rebellion. you remember the colorful staircase turning into grey through gunpowder and red from blood.

"I'm sorry," hyun-ju speaks up.

you look at her, confused, knowing that hyunju couldn't have handled it on her own.

"don't be-" you spoke up, nearly mumbling as you put your hand on hyunju's bicep.

daeho is munching on sweet potatoes in your peripheral vision, but you don't look at him.

again, you weren't as upset as everyone else. you hid your hands in your jacket sleeves as you looked back and forth between gi-hun, who's locked up to the bunk, and daeho in the corner of the room.

in your mind, you just wished that daeho would've stayed behind if he couldn't fight.

you continued, "you have nothing to apologize for hyunju. I should've been the one who grabbed the ammo." you swallowed.

yong-sik spoke up, "I agree. it was all dae-ho's fault," the man points his water bottle towards daeho's direction, "I saw it, my mom saw it, everyone else saw it. dae-ho came to pick up the magazines , but when he was about to leave, he just sank to the floor."

yes, he was right. however, to entirely blame daeho was unjustified.

"he sanked to the floor because he was traumatized." you kneeled down to the floor, on geum-ja's level while looking at gi-hun.

"its still his--"

"yong-sik, would you have been able to go upstairs and do what daeho did?" you snark.

"enough." geum-ja cuts you off.

yong-sik’s scowl deepened, his voice dripping with disdain, “defending your boyfriend won’t bring any of them back, y/n.”

you bristled, your hands clenching into fists.

“dae-ho didn’t think up this stupid rebellion in the first place, yong-sik!” you snapped, your words cutting through the tense air.

a heavy silence followed. your eyes flicked toward gi-hun, who was still locked on the bunk, his jaw tight and his gaze burning with anger. your heart sank as realization hit....you’d just thrown gi-hun under the bus as you yelled at yong-sik.

gi-hun was the one who’d come up with the rebellion, the plan that had crumbled and cost them so much.

your eyes widened, guilt creeping in as you confessed how you felt about the rebellion, but you pushed it down.

you glanced over at daeho, sitting alone in the corner, quietly eating his sweet potatoes. he looked small, hunched over, like the weight of everything was crushing him. you couldn’t leave him alone like that any longer.

scoffing at yong-sik, you turned and walked over to daeho, sitting close enough that your front brushed against his.

the small act of physical comfort felt like the least you could offer.

“how’re those sweet potatoes?” you asked softly, trying to pull him out of his head.

he nodded, his voice barely a whisper, “very sweet.”

you smiled lightly, but it faded as you sighed.

“dae-ho, i don’t blame you for anything,” you said, your tone gentle but firm.

he didn’t look up, just kept picking at the food. after a moment, he spoke, his voice low and shaky.

“i knew gi-hun’s plan was stupid. i… i regret even being part of it.” his eyes glistened, tears welling up as he continued, “but jungbae… upstairs…”

daeho's voice cracked, and he couldn’t finish the sentence.

you reached out, wrapping an arm around him, your fingers threading through his long, raven-colored locks. your man's warmth grounded you, even as your own stress about the next games ripped at your insides.

during lights out, you woke up in darkness.

not complete darkness. the light from the piggy bank gave a nice glow in the dormitory. it felt like a huge lava lamp.

daeho held you from behind, big spooning you. one of his hands rested down your upper hips, the other rests under your right boob.

the stress of everything hasn't granted you sleep.

after the rebellion, the games continue. in a way, you were scared that the guards were going to use the next game as a punishment.

in daeho's sleep, he stirs. the man's large hand squeezes your boob, allowing you let out a small sigh.

you turn your head, seeing daeho asleep.

daeho had the prettiest features ever. you take your finger and lightly trace the soft contours of his face in sleep. his long, raven-colored locks fell messily across his forehead, framing his sharp jawline and the faint scar above his left eyebrow.

388's lips, slightly parted, twitched as if caught in a fleeting dream, and his thick lashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, giving him an almost serene look despite the weight he carried.

the warmth of his body pressed close to yours, full of love.

he is asleep, but your lips couldn't help but connect to his softer ones.

you give him a light kiss first, before giving him more. you sigh against his mouth, and it’s like a switch flips which you feel his lips finally kissing you back.

you open your eyes, seeing that daeho woke up, before closing them again in satisfaction.

the kiss deepens as his hands slide to your lower back. your fingers threading into his hair as he tilts your head for better access.

daeho's lips move tiredly, slow but hungry, tasting you like he’s waited forever to do this. the man's tongue traces your bottom lip before slipping inside, and your body presses closer to his instinctively, needing more, needing everything.

he exhales sharply, almost a groan, his grip tightening as his lips move against yours with more urgency.

your breath has the taste of sweet potatoes with the hint of smoke.

gunpowder smoke.

your hands find their way to his jacket, gripping the fabric as you unzip it. daeho's breath is warm against your skin, his presence overwhelming in the best way.

the buzz from the piggy bank's light surrounds you, but you don't notice.

slowly, you push daeho to lay down on his back. you crawl on top of his crotch as your lips started to trail away from his.

he started to realize what you wanted, since it was like a magnet was pulling you down towards the bulge in-between his legs.

your soft lips kiss along dae-ho’s jawline, patience running thin as your mouth now sucks on his adam’s apple.

“fuck me.” dae-ho mumbles to himself, his left hand holding your waist and his right gripping a good handful of your ass. 

"soon." you mumble again his skin.

again, you were losing patience.

you pulled yourself away from his face and moved down in-between his legs on the bed. the ivory colored blanket was pulled over top of you and daeho's lower body... just incase.

thankfully nobody around you was awake. most were tired from the rebellion the night before.

you could’ve drooled right there, looking up at him processing what was happening as you start to kiss on his clothed bulge.

the man groaned feeling your soft lips through his boxers and blood stained joggers. the traces of your tongue make him rock hard, groaning lightly as you pulled away.

you smirk as your hands went to his waistband.

the way you yanked dae-ho’s pants and boxers down was desperate and fast. 

dae ho holds onto your hair gently, close to whimpering while you took one kitten lick at his fat tip. you kept eye contact with your man, taking his girthy dick in your hands.

you slowly pump his dick, licking precum from his hole, before licking it off clean.

dae-ho slowly wrapped your hair into a loose ponytail while you wrapped your lips around his head, pushing your head down and taking his length whole.

your hand wrapped around the parts of dae-ho’s cock that your mouth could not push down on.

at this point, your clit was throbbing. you wanted to play with yourself, but you wanted daeho to do that for you.

as you took dae-ho deeper in your throat, you started to notice dae-ho pushing your head down a little more. that's it. you teased him by forcing your head off of his length.

the man groaned in protest before you started to lick at his balls.

dae-ho lets out a breathy moan before grabbing your hair and moving your head back onto his shaft himself.

you moaned against his dick.

you love it when your sweet boyfriend is rough with you.

“fuck fuck fuck” he mumbled, gazing lovingly at your watering eyes while you look up at him.

you felt his shaft twitch inside of your throat, at the same time he released the harsh grip on your hair, only for him to come undone all inside of your throat, the sweet substance being something that you crave even more now. 

dae-ho smacks his along your lips and chin, scenting you a few times before letting you crawl back up to him.

“please fuck me.” you whisper against his earlobe, your hand pumping his cock a few times as daeho started pulling your own joggers down.

you were hypnotized by daeho’s large hands, and how they were able to pull your pants down to your knees. you helped him take your pants off entirely, keeping it under the blanket as daeho's mouth waters at the sight the waterfall inbetween your legs.

daeho gripped his length as he stared.

“you’re so pretty.” daeho’s lips ghosted over your temple, kissing you softly.

you move to straddle his hips, his hands gripping your thighs as you sink down onto him. he’s still so hard, and the feeling of him inside you makes you moan. 

when daeho's large hands move up to cover your mouth entirely, relying on your to breath through your nose so you wouldn't moan so loudly, you got wetter.

you ride him slowly at first, your hands on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart through that 388 shirt.

as you straddle dae ho, his hands gripping your thighs with a desperation that makes your pulse race.

you lean forward, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, “you’re so lucky that you have a big dick.”

daeho’s mouth is parted, his eyes moving between your eyes and your breasts bouncing through your shirt.

you weren't wearing a bra. you barely do.

"fuck," daeho groans lightly at your words.

"I co--could--fuck!-- be so upset at you. i can't.. not when you make me feel this good." you lean down against daeho's lips, speaking as daeho's hands grab a handful of your hips and ass.

your big boy's breath hitches at your speech before a soft whimper escaping his lips, the sound sending a thrill through you. 

your fingers trail down his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart, and you smile against his skin, savoring how responsive he is, how every word you speak makes his body shudder beneath you.

“look at you,” you murmur, your voice low and sultry while your lips graze his jaw as you move faster, your hips grinding down with purpose. 

dae ho’s eyes flutter shut, another whimper slipping out as your hips move around in circles your clit brushing up against his pubes.

you kiss the corner of his mouth, whispering, “I still love you daeho. nobody could ever make me feel this full.”

your pace quickens, and you lean back slightly, your hands braced on his chest as you watch him unravel. 

“only you can make me feel so good,” you breathe, your voice a soft caress, “no one else could ever do this to me, only you, filling and stretching me so perfectly every time you fuck me.”

daeho's whimper turns into a low moan, his head tipping back into the pillows.

"fuck, I lo-love you s-s-so much t-too! arghh--" he groans.

you feel the tension in him, the way he’s on the edge of release again for the second time tonight. 

daeho’s hands roam your body, cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples through your shirt. you arch into his touch, setting a steady rhythm.

388's eyes are now locked on you, filled with adoration, and he sits up from the bed, kissing you deeply as you move together. 

the man’s hands guide your hips, but you take control.

daeho’s fingers slip between your bodies, finding your clit.

you moan loudly, silently hoping that didn’t wake up anybody in the dorms.

you did, but you'll find that out soon.

your hips grind down on the base of his dick harder, the rhythm steady but relentless. every muscle is coiled tight in both of your bodies as he fuck himself up into you. 

again, your moans soften into breathless gasps, the sensation of him filling you as you release all over his cock, balls, and upper tights.

the stress from the games slip away, only daeho and his senses are filling your mind and body.

dae ho’s hands tighten on your hips, knowing that they will leave purple marks that will bloom in the morning.

you collapse onto his chest, both of you slick with sweat and dried blood. 

daeho immediately falls asleep as you put your pants back on from underneath the blanket.

after coming down from a high state of lust and love.. you look around seeing everybody mostly asleep.

except for one.

when you look over at a handcuffed gi-hun, seeing the hatred turn his eyes black as he looks at you and daeho... you realized not only was he watching you fuck daeho the entire time.

now he wants the both of you dead.

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[rcmclachlan]

Fuck It Friday/Sentences Sunday/Motivation Monday (Musings)

Tagged by @screamlet and @firehose118 on Friday, @station18908 and @freneticfloetry yesterday, and @ambernotember, @zeraparker, and @chococara25 today

Here's some more of the s3 lawsuit arc alt meeting au that I actually wrote into the tumblr text editor just now. Do the kids still say YOLO?

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Buck looks up and misses Peru and its huge, endless sky with a sudden, sharp ache. The LA skyline just seems to eat more of it every day. He remembers Maddie saying she got a bunch of calls during the blackout last year from people who were terrified of the giant, silvery cloud in the sky, because none of them had ever seen the Milky Way before. Sometimes he thinks he's going to look up one day and there'll be no sky at all—just a tangle of steel, concrete, and glass.

"The city wants to settle," Buck admits quietly, skirting the edge of full-on whispering. He keeps waiting for a reporter to jump out of the shadows and demand a quote. "They offered me twelve million dollars."

"Shit." Tommy lets out a low whistle, then shifts a little. It brings his arm up against Buck's. "Makes sense, I guess. The city's been hit with so much bullshit over the last few years that they'd probably throw in ownership of Library Tower to avoid the media circus alone. You gonna take it?"

While Buck was laid up on the 9th floor of First Pres after the bombing, he watched an episode of Modern Marvels on his phone centered around the history of dynamite, and when Bobby refused point blank to let him come back, all he could taste in the back of his mouth was nitroglycerine. It's been sweating out of his pores for weeks, crystalizing in every deposition he's been forced to sit through, building up at night when he can't sleep and when he checks his phone throughout the day hoping to find even one new text; and all the while he's been dreading the single spark that would send it all sky high.

He thinks of Eddie calling him exhausting in the middle of Howie's Market and tastes burnt caramel; hears Bobby's patronizing you're not ready like the crackle of a lit detacord; and the easy way Tommy makes the city's offer sound like a fair response to all of the shit Buck's been shoveling since the bombing is a shock out of nowhere.

Kaboom.

"I don't want money!" Buck explodes, sliding off the wall and shoving his hands into his hair. "I don't want a single, solitary dime, Tommy, I just want my job back!"

Normally, having someone stare at him the way Tommy's currently doing — like Buck just admitted to being a space alien or that he had a room full of porcelain dolls like his Uncle James — would be mortifying enough to shut him up, but he's been sweating nitroglycerin and no one's upended him to redistribute the weeping. There's no stopping him now. 

"D-Do you know how hard I worked to get to where I am? My doctors didn't think I'd be able to walk normally again, never mind run up ten flights of stairs with a full kit on! I did the training! I did the full course so many times I thought I'd die some days, but I-I passed every time. Every test they threw at me, I passed. I'm pretty sure they made a few up just to see if I could handle them — and I did. I did, and I was cleared by every person on that med panel and they all shook my hand and welcomed me back! I should be back!"

For a white-hot moment, he thinks he's going to take out the entire block with the sheer force of his anger. And despite being well within the blast radius, Tommy does nothing.

Panting, Buck closes his eyes and waits for the dust to settle. "Th-They covered my name."

"They what?"

"On my locker," Buck murmurs. When he opens his eyes, the world swims through a curtain of tears. "They... put her name over mine. Bosko. They just... taped right over it. Like a bandaid."

Even to his own ears, he sounds baffled. Not even angry; all his energy was expended during the blast. Now he's just hurt and confused, because no one told him. No one said they were bringing someone else in.

"I just... I don't understand how it was that easy for them."

"That what was easy?" Tommy asks, unbearably gentle, and it has Buck knuckling away a fresh, hot wave of tears. It sounds like how having your back rubbed while you're throwing up feels. Buck can barely tolerate it, but he's so grateful it's there all the same. 

Buck breathes out shakily and finally says it out loud. One final shockwave. "Replacing me."

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No pressure tags: @beanarie, @setmeatopthepyre, @leashybebes, @geddyqueer, @dharmaavocado, @politenotice, @alchemistc, and @apollabarnes (plus everyone who tagged me first!)

[formulafanfics13]

so reader is charles’ gf but she’s also a close friend of lando. one day charles accidentally reads a notification on reader’s phone, it’s from lando and it’s something like “hot”, so he ends up opening the text and sees that she had sent a picture visible just 1x. he ends up reading the whole chat and sees that it’s full of pictures sent from both sides with the 1x option, and all the answers are always suggestive stuff like “i want them in my mouth”, “i think that’d be better raw”, “that’s a huge cake, give me a piece”. he thinks reader is cheating on him and sends nudes to lando. they argue about it, little did he know, reader and lando just loved sending each other pictures of the foods they ate.

That’s Not a Sext, That’s Carbonara - CL16 (LN4)

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Summary: Charles thinks you’re cheating on him with Lando after seeing a string of filthy-sounding one-time-view messages — only to find out you and Lando have an unhinged, long-running bit of sending food photos with sexual captions. Cue chaos, relief, and a very embarrassed boyfriend.

Warning: Jealousy, suspicion, accidental phone snooping, fake-sexting panic, food-related innuendo, Charles being a dramatic little bitch, and the phrase “moist cake” used inappropriately.

It starts with a vibration. Just one. You’re in the shower. Charles is still in bed, scrolling through TikTok with one hand and sleepily scratching his stomach with the other. The morning is slow. Monaco is quiet. Everything is fine.

Until your phone lights up on the bedside table. And a banner flashes across the screen:

Lando: hot.

Charles squints. Then frowns. It’s probably nothing. He knows you and Lando are friends. Close, even. You’ve known each other since before you started dating Charles. But still...hot? Why would Lando text you that first thing in the morning?

He tries not to overthink it. But then it lights up again.

Lando: you’re cruel for not letting me taste it.

Charles blinks. His stomach turns cold. That can’t mean what he thinks it means. Right? Right? You’re still singing in the shower. Charles stares at your phone. He knows it’s wrong. But his thumb is already moving.

The phone unlocks, no passcode between you two, and opens straight to the Messages app. The last chat open is Lando Norris.

Charles scrolls. Then stops breathing. Because the entire chat is chaos. Just one-time view pictures, over and over. Sent. Received. Sent. Received. No visible content, just timestamps and the little message: Photo. Tap to view once.

And the captions.

“I want them in my mouth.”

“That’s a huge cake, give me a piece.”

“I think that’d be better raw.”

“i can’t stop thinking about last night.”

“moist.”

“dripping.”

“creamy.”

Charles feels sick.

He scrolls faster. There are hundreds of them. All like this. Every photo invisible, every reply suggestive. Always one-word filth. Always instant responses. You and Lando, texting like porn stars in a private thread.

His chest tightens. He doesn’t realize you’ve stepped out of the shower until your towel hits the floor. “Hey, babe-”

“What the fuck is this?”

You blink. He’s holding your phone. Eyes wide. Veins bulging.

“I-what?”

“This!” He holds it up. “You’ve been sexting Lando?”

You pause. Stare at him. Then burst out laughing.

Charles does not find it funny. “I’m fucking serious,” he snaps. “Don’t lie to me.”

You take one step forward, still dripping. “You opened my messages?”

He waves the phone. “You’ve been sending him one-time-view pictures with captions like moist and raw-”

You’re wheezing. You lean on the dresser. “Oh my god.”

Charles glares. “Are you cheating on me?”

You look up at him. Eyes wide. Face soft. Then say, “Baby. They’re food pics.”

Silence. He blinks. “What?”

You grin. “Me and Lando send each other pictures of what we eat. Always one-time view. Always with the dirtiest captions possible. It’s been our thing for years.”

He stares at you.

“I sent him a photo of my cinnamon roll. That’s the huge cake he wanted a piece of.”

Charles is pale. 

“I said moist because it was a lemon drizzle,” you add.

He opens his mouth. Closes it. Then collapses onto the bed like a deflated balloon. “Holy shit,” he whispers.

You laugh. Harder. “Baby. Oh my god. Did you think I was sexting Lando with sandwich pics?”

Charles covers his face. You crawl into his lap. “You thought I was sending him nudes. And it was just croissants.”

He groans. “Please stop.”

You kiss his temple. “You’re so dramatic.”

“You wrote I want it in my mouth.”

“It was churros.”

He whimpers. You wrap your arms around him. Press your naked body against his hoodie. Kiss the tip of his nose.

“Don’t ever doubt me again,” you whisper. “But if you want, I’ll send you my moist cake next time.”

Charles groans. Then tackles you onto the bed.

[ikeu05]

PRETTY BOY, YOU DID ✮ THIS WITH ME, BOY

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 where you're drunk and alone but all you want to do is kiss the man you're in love with

── sunoo x fem!reader 4.8k fluff idol! au ─ yn is enhypen's assistant manager ness and kyo are her staff friends they aren’t dating but they are in love with each other soooo some rando approaches her but nothing crazy happens (luckily) mentions of alcohol and kissing

the celebration had been extravagant. hybe had hit a major milestone—a record-breaking achievement that called for champagne towers, fancy catering, and speeches that dragged on a bit too long. the entire staff and artists were buzzing with the thrill of it all, and yn had found herself caught up in the rush of it.

she wasn’t usually one to party hard, always the responsible one, the assistant manager who made sure the boys ate before drinking and got back to the dorms on time. but tonight wasn’t about them—it was her night too. she had turned 20 a few months ago, finally reaching legal drinking age, and ness and kyo had pulled her into their little group of mischief with promises of “one drink won’t hurt.”

it started with a cocktail. then a soju bomb. then two more. then some wine because someone insisted it would pair well with dessert.

she was gone.

ness noticed it first when yn started giggling—at nothing. literally nothing. her eyes sparkled and her cheeks flushed deep pink as she poked kyo’s cheek, whispering dramatically, “you’re so soft… like a mochi.” kyo barely held back a laugh as she helped her up, the trio swaying their way outside after calling it a night.

“okay, sweetheart,” ness said, clutching yn’s purse while kyo held her upright, “let’s get you into a taxi and home before you do something dumb.”

“i never do dumb things,” yn declared proudly, wobbling as she pointed to the sky, “i’m a professional.”

“you also just called the bartender a ‘cocktail magician’ and thanked him for his service to humanity,” kyo replied, deadpan.

“exactly.”

eventually, they managed to tuck her safely into a cab and gave the driver the address. she leaned back, staring up at the roof of the taxi with a dreamy smile, her thoughts foggy but happy.

until—about two streets down—she suddenly sat up.

“i wanna walk!” she declared, startling the driver. “i miss walking. it’s like… spiritual.”

despite the sweet taxi drivers protests, she paid the fare, stumbled out, and wandered onto the quiet street, arms stretched out like wings. her head swirled and spun, the wind nipping at her face, but she felt light. untethered.

that’s when she thought of him.

sunoo.

her steps slowed slightly. the air suddenly felt warmer, her chest tighter. she hiccuped, pressing her cold fingers to her cheeks as the thought of him settled over her. his smile. the way he always said her name. the way he looked at her like she was someone—someone worth everything.

a shy, drunk smile crept across her lips.

she missed him.

god, she missed him.

fumbling with her phone, she unlocked it (barely, it took four tries) and tapped on his name in her favorites. her fingers were clumsy, each letter an effort, her typos atrocious. but she didn’t care. he’d get it. he always did.

sunnnyyyy i m walking. like. alone. is stars thnking of u. of ur dumb face i love it i lov u i wanna jsut fucking kisss u r u up :(((( pick me uppp maybe idk im in love its the wind i think

she stared at the texts, eyes glossy, completely unaware of how utterly incoherent they were. she just knew she wanted him.

and if she wasn’t drunk off her ass, she might’ve noticed the three little dots appear immediately under her last message. but she was too busy spinning in a half-circle on the sidewalk, holding her arms out like she was catching stars.

because in her drunken, starry-eyed state—sunoo wasn’t just someone she worked with. or someone she loved.

he was her person. and all she wanted right now was to fall asleep with his hoodie wrapped around her and his laugh in her ears.

sunoo had just placed his chopsticks down, his plate wiped clean after a hearty dinner with the rest of the boys. they were gathered in the larger dorm which homed four members of the group. they had been lounging lazily after the meal—riki scrolling through tiktok, sunghoon and heeseung arguing about a game strategy, while jay and jake sat half-slouched on the couch, too full to move. jay randomly mentioned the hybe celebration party that had happened earlier that evening.

“didn’t the staff have a big thing today?” jay asked, tossing a grape into his mouth.

“oh yeah,” jake nodded, “i think some of the stylists and managers went out for drinks. maybe even ness and kyo…”

he trailed off when they saw sunoo blink slowly, almost like he’d zoned out. he was quiet for a second longer than necessary.

“thinking about someone?” jungwon grinned knowingly, already nudging sunoo’s side.

“i’m not,” sunoo said immediately—but his voice betrayed him, too quick, too defensive. that earned a chorus of teasing laughter.

“hyung’s thinking about yn,” riki sang softly, setting off more chaos.

“i’m not!” he repeated, but the way his ears flushed pink gave him away instantly.

“you didn’t even go to the party—should’ve tagged along if you miss her that much,” heeseung chimed in with a chuckle, “bet she would’ve gotten drunk and confessed or something.”

sunoo scoffed, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. just the thought of her—maybe out celebrating, maybe laughing too hard with friends—made his chest feel oddly warm.

then, his phone lit up. one buzz. then another. then four more. a rapid stream of notifications lit up the screen like fireworks.

he picked it up instinctively and stilled.

the sender was her.

“wait, hold on,” he said suddenly, sitting upright, his voice soft but it definitely held something more.

everyone fell silent as they watched his expression shift from amused to confused… to concerned.

he opened her messages.

sunoo blinked at the screen, then sat up even straighter. “she’s drunk,” he muttered, now clearly alarmed. “she’s out walking. alone.”

sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “wait, what?”

“i think she left the cab or something—she’s walking somewhere? alone?” sunoo read the texts aloud, panic slowly creeping into his voice. “she’s drunk off her ass and probably doesn’t even know where she is.”

jake was already pushing himself off the couch. “we should go.”

“now.” sunoo was already grabbing his keys and pulling on his jacket.

jungwon glanced around, worry on his face. “did she say where she is?”

“no,” sunoo said, hurriedly typing. “where are you, yn? send me your location.”

his heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the screen, hoping she had enough presence of mind to answer.

she didn’t respond. another minute passed before he tried calling—no answer.

sunoo looked up at the boys, eyes wild now. “we need to find her. she’s not responding. if she’s alone and drunk—”

“she wouldn’t just wander far,” heeseung reasoned quickly. “she probably got off somewhere near hybe. let’s check near there first.”

“jake, jungwon—you stay here in case she comes to the dorm. we’ll take the van and go look.”

with that, sunoo was out the door, phone still in hand, her last message echoing in his head:

pick me uppp maybe idk im in love its the wind i think

he didn’t care if she was drunk. he didn’t care if she didn’t mean it, even if his heart stuttered at the confession. what mattered was that she was out there, lost, tipsy, and vulnerable—and he was going to find her.

she was leaning against a crooked lamppost, one heel barely staying on her foot as she swayed gently from side to side, head tilted to the sky. the night was breezy and the stars above twinkled softly—at least in her eyes, they were practically blinking at her.

“hellooooo,” she murmured dreamily, drawing crooked little shapes in the air with her fingers, trying to connect the stars into a lopsided heart. “is that… that’s a star too, right? sunoo said it looked like a baby fox once… baby fox boy…”

she broke into a small fit of giggles, hiccupping in between as she recalled random moments from her memory like they were playing in fast-forward.

the time he accidentally called her baby and turned bright red before pretending it didn’t happen.

the way he brushed her hair back when it fell in front of her eyes like it was the most natural thing.

the look he gave her when she brought him his favourite drink during a tough day. the one that stayed on his face for a whole minute too long.

she cupped her cheeks, which were already flushed from the alcohol, letting out a small whiny giggle. “stop looking at me like thatttt, you dumb dumb perfect dumb sunnyyy,” she muttered to herself. “i’ll kiss you. i will. one day. maybe. if the stars say so.”

her babbling was interrupted by a shadow coming closer.

a guy—mid-20s, equally drunk, stumbling slightly—noticed her from across the street. she didn’t notice him at first, too busy mimicking a flying bird with her arms spread out and laughing at her own jokes. but as he got closer, he slowed his steps, watching her, intrigued by how out of it she seemed.

“hey,” he called, his voice too slick, too amused.

she looked up, wide-eyed and far too trusting. “hiyaaaa!” she chirped, as if greeting an old friend. “i’m yn. assistant manager of stars. and dreams. and… sunnies.”

the man let out a low chuckle, stepping closer. “you okay, sweetheart? you’re all alone out here.”

“i’m okayyyyy,” she said with a lopsided grin, then pointed at the sky. “sunoo is up there. but also here. in my heart. you know him? he’s—he’s like… he’s like if a baby fox and a prince had a son.”

the man blinked. “right.”

she started rambling again, blissfully unaware of how close he was now. “and he calls me baby sometimes. but not like a flirty baby. just a… just a sweet one. like a gummy bear baby. but like, hot. not me—i mean, he’s hot, but also sweet. and i wanna kiss him so bad, oh my god—”

he took another step closer, eyes scanning the dark street around them. “you wanna maybe sit down? talk a bit? it’s not safe out here for a girl like you.”

but her mind was already drifting. “he has these cute whisker dimples—” she poked the apple of her cheeks sloppily—“and i wanna poke it with my nose. no, wait. my lips. or both. what rhymes with sunoo?”

the man was now just a foot away, reaching a hand out to touch her elbow gently. “hey, it’s okay. come with me—”

and then—

“yn!”

her head whipped around at the sound, eyes blinking wide like she had just been yanked from a trance.

sunoo was running.

actually running.

his eyes scanned the street like a madman until they landed on her, and for a moment he couldn’t even breathe. she was right there. wobbling. giggling. and with someone else.

the guy stepped back slightly at the sheer speed sunoo was approaching them. “woah, man—”

sunoo didn’t even hesitate. he stepped between them, placing himself firmly in front of her, his jaw clenched and fists tight. “get the fuck away from her.”

the guy threw his hands up in mock surrender. “chill, bro. i didn’t do anything.”

“she’s drunk. and you were two seconds away from trying something,” sunoo snapped, voice low but laced with fury. “you’re lucky i got here when i did.”

the guy scoffed and backed away, muttering curses under his breath as he walked off into the night.

sunoo immediately turned to her.

she was blinking up at him slowly, as if still registering reality. “suunnyyyy,” she gasped with delight, throwing her arms around his neck. “you came! i told the stars you’d come!”

his hands wrapped around her waist quickly, steadying her as she nearly toppled them both. “what the hell were you doing, yn?” he whispered, heart still racing, “you scared the shit out of me.”

she buried her face into his hoodie, muffling a laugh. “i wanted to walk. and think. and maybe kiss you.”

he stilled, then pulled her in tighter.

“next time you want to kiss me, you call me first. i’ll be there in a second.”

she giggled softly, fingers curling into the fabric near his shoulder. “i love you.”

“i know,” he murmured against her hair, eyes shutting tightly, voice trembling. “i love you too.”

they stood there for a moment longer than they should have, right under the flickering lamplight, in a world that had quieted down just for them. her arms were still slung around his neck, loose and heavy, her weight slowly sinking into him as her knees buckled every now and then. he held her effortlessly, arms around her waist like muscle memory, grounding her, steadying her. she was humming again—off-key and airy—and he could feel her breath hitting his collarbone in little puffs.

“yn,” he murmured, voice soft like he was afraid he might break her otherwise.

she didn’t respond immediately, her face still buried into his hoodie. so he tried again, “yn,” a little more firmly, pulling back slightly to check on her.

that’s when she lifted her head. her eyes, though a little droopy from the alcohol, were impossibly bright, glassy with warmth, affection, and everything that made his stomach twist in ways he wasn’t used to. her cheeks were pink, lips parted in a soft smile—one that grew when she met his gaze.

and it hit him then.

what she’d said earlier. not once, not twice, but a couple of times.

‘i wanna kiss you.’

she had meant it.

he swallowed, heart thudding against his ribs, trying to keep calm, keep her steady. “you okay?” he asked again, his voice a little more hoarse this time.

but she just blinked slowly, her smile fading into a tiny pout. “why don’t you wanna kiss me?” she asked, slurring ever so slightly, voice dipping into something achingly sad. “i’ve been waiting for it… for so long. it—it hurts.”

his heart dropped.

“what?” he whispered, stunned. his hands gripped her waist a little tighter, like maybe she’d fall apart otherwise.

“i waited, sunny,” she said again, this time her voice wobbling, like the alcohol had stripped away every filter, every ounce of hesitation. “you look at me like you love me. you take care of me like you do. so why not just kiss me?”

he opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. because she wasn’t wrong.

he did love her. everyone around them knew. heeseung and jay, standing a few metres back, certainly knew. the two of them were watching the whole scene like they were witnessing a season finale unfold in real time. jay had even nudged heeseung at one point with a smug look that read, “finally.”

but sunoo hadn’t noticed. all he saw—all he could see—was her.

this girl with flushed cheeks and sleepy eyes and a mouth that had trembled when she told him it hurt to wait.

she blinked at him again, confused now, like she was trying to read him. her fingers tugged slightly at his hoodie. “is it ‘cause i’m drunk?”

“no—yn, it’s not that,” he finally managed to say, pulling in a breath. “i just—god, i didn’t know if you meant it.”

her pout deepened. “i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t,” she said, and then added petulantly, “i’m drunk, not stupid.”

sunoo let out a soft, breathy laugh, resting his forehead against hers for a second to steady himself. he could smell the faint scent of the perfume she always wore, mixed with something sweet—probably the fruity cocktail she’d gone overboard on. her lips were so close now he could feel the ghost of her breath on his skin.

“i’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time too,” he whispered, eyes locked on hers.

she smiled at that, nose crinkling just a little, the kind of smile that made him feel like maybe the universe got something right for once.

but then he gently added, “but not when you’re drunk. i want you to remember it. every second of it.”

her face fell slightly, and she sighed, melting into him again. “okay,” she murmured, her voice muffled into his neck. “but only if you pinky promise.”

he chuckled, brushing her hair back from her forehead as he hugged her close. “pinky promise,” he said, lifting their hands and wrapping his little finger around hers.

from the distance, heeseung groaned. “this is so sappy i might barf.”

jay elbowed him, smirking. “shut up. you cried last week over an empty shelf that used to hold your ramen stock.”

but even they couldn’t wipe the grins off their faces. not when she looked up at sunoo one last time and mumbled, “you’re my favourite person, sunny.”

and he whispered, soft and sure, “you’re mine too.”

sunoo adjusted his grip on her carefully, letting her lean fully into him as he walked her back toward the car. her steps were lazy and uneven, but her mouth? oh, it did not stop.

“i told the stars about you, you know,” she mumbled, her cheek squished against his shoulder. “all of them. even the tiny, shy one hiding behind the cloud. i said—” she hiccupped slightly, “—i said, ‘that one’s my sunoo’.”

he bit down a laugh, heart aching at how precious she sounded. “you told the stars about me, huh?” he asked, voice dipped in honey.

she nodded, her expression painfully sincere, as if this was the most important declaration she had ever made. “mhm. said you’re mine. that you make me feel all fuzzy and pink inside. like… cotton candy. but like, real.”

heeseung, who had unlocked the car already and was waiting by the driver’s side, leaned against it, watching them with a lopsided grin. jay, already in the passenger seat, peeked over and rolled his eyes affectionately.

“she’s talking about cotton candy now?” heeseung called out with a chuckle.

“apparently i’m the human version,” sunoo replied as he helped her into the backseat, still gently holding her hand.

once she was inside, nestled against him, she continued rambling, her fingers curling around the fabric of his hoodie. “i like when you call me baby. did you know that? you only do it sometimes but—” her voice dropped into a whisper, “—it makes me wanna explode.”

sunoo smiled as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “baby,” he said softly, just to hear her giggle.

and she did, nose scrunching up adorably. “there it is again. my heart did a spin, sunny. a real spin. like, whoosh.”

jay twisted around from the front seat, watching the two of them like he was watching the best rom-com he’d ever seen. “you’re so gone for her,” he muttered under his breath, nudging heeseung.

heeseung snorted, starting the engine. “dude, look at him. he’s saying baby like it’s a prayer.”

sunoo didn’t even care they were teasing. he was too focused on her, murmuring reassurances every time she leaned in closer, nodding along even as she started talking about how the stars had promised to keep him safe. her words were messy and soft, slurred in places, but filled with so much affection that it melted something deep inside him.

as they drove through the quiet streets, her hand stayed tangled in his. every now and then she’d shift, nuzzle into his side, whisper his name just to make sure he was still there. and each time, without fail, he’d squeeze her hand and whisper back, “i’m right here, baby.”

“my cotton candy.”

she did not stop talking. not even as they walked through the front door of the dorms.

sunoo had barely managed to untangle her from the car seat when she gasped dramatically, like she just realized where they were. “wait… the dorms? are we—” she pointed, a bit too aggressively, “—are we home?”

heeseung opened the door for them with a dramatic bow. “welcome home, princess.”

she clutched her chest. “oh my god, hee. you’re so polite.”

jay trailed in behind them, failing to hold in his laughter. “she’s in peak drunk affection mode,” he whispered to jungwon, who had been waiting in the living room with riki and jake. they all immediately perked up the second she stepped in.

and the moment she saw them, her whole body lit up like a glowstick at a rave.

“oh my boys!!!!!” she squealed, arms thrown wide as if she was about to hug the entire dorm. “look at you guys!! all here!! like a family photo!! i missed you so much—like, you don’t even know.”

jungwon blinked. “we saw you two days ago—”

“i know!” she interrupted, wobbling toward them and cupping jake’s cheeks like a mom seeing her kid after college. “and you looked so grown last time. i almost cried. jake. you’re so… you.”

jake patted her head gently. “alright, yn. you’re cut off. forever.”

“nooo,” she whined, turning dramatically to riki, who was barely holding in his snorts. “rikiiii. your hyungs are bullying me.”

riki blinked innocently. “i’m staying out of this,” he said, grinning like a little menace.

sunoo, meanwhile, just stood at the doorway, watching it all unfold with both fondness and helpness radiating off him in waves. his girl—because that’s what she was, even if no one had said it out loud yet—was stumbling around, giggling at everything, hugging everyone like she was their long-lost soulmate, and somehow managing to trip over nothing twice already.

she suddenly turned, eyes locking with his. “and you,” she said dramatically, pointing at him again like she was accusing him of murder, “you’re not allowed to be this cute. it’s a health hazard, sunoo. like, an actual crime.”

he pressed his lips together, trying hard not to smile. “is that so?”

“yes.” she marched—or rather, wobbled—over to him and poked his chest. “and you didn’t kiss me. rude.”

the rest of the boys collectively gasped.

heeseung was already pulling out his phone. “hold on. i need a video of this.”

but before she could say another word, sunoo swooped in, gently slinging an arm around her waist to steady her. “alright, baby, let’s get you some water and then you’re going to sleep, yeah?”

her eyes widened at the nickname again, her mouth forming an exaggerated ‘o’. “he called me baby,” she whispered to jake, who was cackling in the background. “did you hear that? i’m never drinking again. this is peak life. it’s all downhill from here.”

the boys watched as she leaned her head against sunoo’s shoulder, sighing dreamily as he guided her to the kitchen. riki whispered under his breath, “they’re so in love, it’s actually annoying.”

jungwon nodded. “i give them one week.”

jake shrugged. “three days, tops.”

heeseung grinned. “nah. she’s gonna wake up tomorrow, remember none of this, and we’ll be back at square one.”

sunoo, now holding a glass of water to her lips like she was royalty, just chuckled. he glanced back at the others.

“doesn’t matter how long it takes,” he said softly, watching her with the gentlest eyes. “i’m not going anywhere.”

she stood in front of him in one of his oversized hoodies, the sleeves slipping far past her hands, the hem falling just a little above her knees. her hair was a tousled mess from all the movement and drunken giggling earlier, her face flushed and her eyes still slightly dazed, but clearer now. the kind of clearness that made sunoo’s heart beat just a little faster.

he had just finished tugging the sleeves over her hands when she looked up at him — really looked at him — and something shifted.

“sunoo,” she whispered, voice steady despite the slight sway in her legs. “kiss me.”

his heart stuttered.

“yn…” he began, but the way she stared up at him, wide-eyed, vulnerable, hopeful, made his throat close up.

“please,” she added, so softly, like it hurt her to even ask. “just… kiss me, sunoo. i’ve wanted you to. for so long. you know that.”

her words hit like a punch to the chest. she wasn’t slurring anymore. she wasn’t giggling or playacting. she was there, staring at him with the same look he knew he gave her when she wasn’t looking — that stupidly soft one. the one full of longing. the one full of love.

and he couldn’t take it anymore.

he took a small step forward, closing the gap between them, his hands hesitating at her waist. “you’re drunk,” he said again, but quieter this time. less convincing.

“and you’re in love with me,” she replied, just as quietly.

he let out a shaky breath, his forehead pressing gently against hers. “god, yn… you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“then die kissing me,” she murmured, a little smile playing at her lips.

and he did.

slowly. carefully. like it was the first time — because it was. but also like it was inevitable. his lips brushed hers tenderly, testing the waters, before she leaned in harder, her hands fisting the front of his hoodie like he’d disappear if she didn’t hold on.

her kiss was all emotion, all softness, a little clumsy, but full of the desperation she’d carried for far too long. and he responded in kind — anchoring her, guiding her, pouring every ounce of emotion he’d held back for months into the way his lips moved against hers.

when they pulled apart, her eyes fluttered open slowly, her breath warm against his cheek.

“finally,” she whispered, smiling faintly. “told the stars you’d kiss me tonight.”

sunoo laughed under his breath at the mention of stars for the umpteenth time that night, lips sweetly kissing the top of her forehead. “i’ll kiss you every night, baby. stars or no stars.”

and when she tucked herself into his chest again, humming contentedly, he wrapped his arms around her without hesitation — as if they’d done this a million times before.

she didn’t give him a warning the next time.

just as his lips were about to brush her forehead again, content to hold her and bask in the peace of it all, she tugged him down into another kiss — harder this time, like the quiet confession had lifted something heavy off her chest. her hands found their way to the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair as she pulled him impossibly closer.

she giggled mid-kiss, then tugged his hoodie by the collar, walking backward with a mischievous glint in her eye. “come here,” she whispered against his lips, dragging him with her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

sunoo was stunned but too wrapped up in her to stop. he stumbled a little as she led them backward, both of them laughing softly — until she hit the edge of the bed and toppled onto it, dragging him down with her.

he caught himself before all his weight landed on her, arms braced on either side of her head. she lay beneath him, hair fanned out against his sheets, smiling like this was the happiest she’d ever been. her lips were pink and kiss-bruised, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and affection alike. she looked up at him, pure joy in her eyes.

“hi,” she whispered, playfully.

he let out a breathless chuckle. “hi,” he replied, gazing down at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

but then, suddenly, she winced, her smile faltering. her hand flew to her temple as the room spun just a little too fast. “shit,” she mumbled, squeezing her eyes shut. “i think i moved too fast—”

“hey, hey,” sunoo said quickly, concern washing over his features as he shifted off her, helping her sit up slowly. “it’s okay. deep breaths, baby. you’re okay.”

“i’m okay,” she whispered, eyes still shut. “just dizzy…”

“of course you are,” he murmured, brushing her hair back from her face gently. “you just dragged me onto a bed like a maniac.”

she laughed softly, though it was followed by a tired groan. “it was worth it. got to kiss you twice.”

sunoo grinned at that, heart full despite the chaos. he helped her lay back against the pillows, more carefully this time, sitting beside her and stroking her arm gently.

“you still feel like throwing yourself at me or should we put that on pause for when you’re not drunk out of your mind?” he teased, eyes soft.

she cracked one eye open and squinted up at him. “you’re not getting out of it, kim sunoo. i remember everything when i drink.”

“good,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to her forehead. “because i want you to remember this.”

she hummed contentedly, her fingers finding his again under the blanket. ���so do i.”

and with her head against his shoulder and her hand curled in his, the night calmed into something still and quiet — a far cry from how it started. but perfect nonetheless.

nessie 🗯️ yeeee FINALLY a sunoo drabble >_< i love black hair sunoo sm i think im a little TOO obsessed with that picture

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[cozymochi]

Hi there! I like your oc Tia 😊 she's so cool! I was curious how does she get along Leona? Especially in book 2? Just curious 🤔

(Thank you 😳 I have a more generalized scenario of their dynamic written out here.) Gonna have to forego Book 2 because… Leona doesn’t really engage with the Prefect that much in it. So, that more or less applies to Tia too. BUT! Book 3??

BOOK 3.. has so much. They were roommates for 3 days and 2 nights. LISTEN— Two ideologically opposed, obstinate, people stuck sharing a room? It writes itself.

Now Tia has to cook for him and take up all of Ruggie’s old duties during the 3-day stint all while having to fulfill Azul’s contract to get her dorm back? Crazy work.

It was the worst setup for both of them. I can’t even properly articulate all the thoughts I had about it, so incoherent yapping it is.

I don’t think Leona would have denied her room and board on principle (cough, she’s still a lady) nor make it a trial, HOWEVER! That doesn’t mean she’s just going to sit around, take his bed (she slept on the couch) and be coddled while dealing with this Azul thing. She’s getting put to work. It doesn’t matter who you are, you aren’t staying in Savanaclaw and doing nothing.

Like the usual scenario for the prefect, Tia apparently takes over Ruggie’s job of being Leona’s gopher during those 3 homeless days. I kinda wish we saw more of that, but I get narrative priorities and wanting to stay on track. [book 7 has entered the chat]

I believe… for the most part, Tia took over Ruggie’s job while rooming with Leona in stride. Mostly because when she does anything, she tries putting maximum effort into it. His room is not ideal, so she’s already cleaning and organizing from the jump. High key, working on something is how she functions since relaxing is hard for her point blank. Leona doesn’t really get that but, it’s whatever.

Her cooking? 100/10, he gets the best meat ever. Well. For an herbivore anyway. (…Can’t let that ego get too big right)

And you know what was glossed over during this time? The fact not even housewardens get a private bathroom. So somebody 🦁 is going to have to 🦁do escort missions 🦁 Nobody is allowed in when she’s in there using the shower. Just something very annoying for him to be stuck doing 💚😔 Oh also she gets up at like! 5AM!!

AnD SHE WON’T LeT him go back to sleep after that! She just will yap about the state of his room and seems to be bothered by every little thing that crosses her mind. Ruggie found it funny as hell at least. Surprised she got Leona up at all but hey, less work for him for once.

It’s fine though. Leona gets his payback tenfold by having her run around like a panicked gazelle during morning training. It’s very cathartic to see. That- and he makes sure his food requests are very dense and luxurious. What? She can’t live with herself if she doesn’t put in maximum effort all the time ☺️ It should never be a problem for her. Who kindly is letting her stay in Savanaclaw again? Who clears out the bathroom for her? He just does so much.

[Immediately ruins the room she just organized and has her running head first into Azul junk via omitting words just so he can be smug about it later]

…She gets him back again later by denying him sleep not by yelling — but purely from listing all her grievances that she had the entire time she was living with him. She had a lot to criticize. …This whole duping Azul plan she made worked great, not only did Leona get roped into it, but she also got to vent. :3

Leona was right. Azul wouldn’t know real villainy if it hit him. Tia is more of a villain than he ever could be. In more ways than just outsmarting his dumb contract thing.

He would never want to share a room with her again <3

I got my jokes and only yapped about the pain on a very bare bones level, but if time was ever dedicated to downtime moments—- I do think Tia would have voiced being grateful in an earnest way despite it all, even while staying there and under a lot of stress from various sources.

I’m not too certain how receptive Leona would be to it. Probably outwardly dismissive. Yet…

anyway everything’s still pretty cool with Leona after all that Book 3 stuff I guess.

BYE!!!!

[antianakin]

I think one of the reasons Bail does not work for me in Andor is because the character of Bail Organa as he has been in pretty much everything else we have ever seen him in just doesn't WORK within the world of Andor for many of the same reasons that the Jedi and Sith characters don't fit within that world and its parameters.

Andor, far more so than even Rogue One, lives in an extremely morally gray world where your hero characters regularly do unconscionable things. Andor wanted to posit that many good people fighting for righteous causes will need to do some bad things in order to reach that goal, and it puts them up against characters like Syril and Dedra who are doing exactly the same thing but for a different cause and asks the audience to consider why one of them is still clearly a good guy and the other clearly a bad guy. This is something that's a LITTLE more difficult to do when you're dealing with the larger cosmic themes of the Skywalker saga and psychic space wizards where the sides are quite literally color coded for you. The Jedi and Sith exist in the world of the original trilogy and the prequel trilogy where the rebellion is undeniably full of good, heroic people and the Empire undeniably full of evil megalomaniacs or footsoldiers who tell themselves that they're "just following orders."

Andor isn't telling that story and it needed many of those kinds of characters to be removed from its story in order to tell it correctly without the waters getting muddied. This is why we never get to SEE characters like Palpatine or Anakin or the Ghost crew or Quinlan Vos or anyone else who's canonically wandering around at this time period. This is why Luthen was never going to be a Jedi of any kind, former or otherwise.

But the Jedi and Sith characters weren't the only ones who existed within that more black and white world. Bail Organa did, too.

Bail Organa has pretty regularly been represented as a paragon of justice and truth and bravery and strength and resilience and heroism. Bail Organa is a beacon of light and hope for the future. He is the one whose image you see when you join the rebellion, greeting you with a smile on his face and kind words on his lips. That's why Rogue One chose to play the literal FORCE THEME when he walks into frame for the first time. Jimmy Smits doesn't even have any lines for that entire scene, but he walks out of the shadows to those few notes from THAT THEME and it's like a hero of legend just showed up for a moment. THAT'S who Bail Organa is within the story of Star Wars. He's not morally gray, he's not someone who can truly exist within a story that wants to question how far the rebellion can go before it becomes the enemy it's trying to destroy. That's not the purpose of a character like Bail Organa, and to try to turn him INTO that kind of a character is to misunderstand how to utilize him.

Bail Organa never should've been in Andor. He can be MENTIONED, it's his rebellion after all, and Mon Mothma would know him and have spoken to him, obviously. But I think having Bail Organa in Andor as a larger presence was a mistake, and it's why many of the scenes with him in them just didn't quite hit right for me. The quick cameo where he's leaving Sculdun's party and says hello to Mon as she's coming in is fine, having him introduce Mon for her speech is fine, but all of the extra things he's in just seem to add more confusion to his character and to the story than any real depth and it took away from the opportunity to explore the characters who were more relevant to the story they WERE trying to tell (like Perrin, or Luthen, or Bix, or Cinta, or Vel). Those precious few minutes they had after condensing four seasons into one were misspent on a character who didn't fit within the story they were trying to tell. Forcing Bail into a position where he's morally gray just simply isn't the best use of the character or their time.

[belowablue]

Hi! I was wondering if you were/could make a part 2 to My Secret Life? If not I totally get it! But overall I really love reading your work and can’t wait to read more!

This is my first request so in honour of that, of course I will my love. Also hit 100 followers the other day which is absolutely insane that you all so much xxx. 2.1K

Part 1 <3

MDNI

My Secret Life - James Potter x Reader

It had been three weeks since you gave James your little ultimatum. Behave or stop shagging you. You’d been watching him closely, determined that you would only accept him back if his behaviour was absolutely gold-star standard. He’d fucked you over too many times to accept anything less than perfect. 

And, begrudgingly, you did have to give credit where credit was due. James had been perfect. The pranks stopped. The jokes didn’t entirely stop, but they became much more restrained and sensible. They became something everyone could enjoy and not things that targeted specific people and made their life miserable.

You were sure his friends thought he’d suffered a severe concussion. How else would they explain away his new behaviour? But you didn’t really care, his friends weren’t your concern. 

What you were sure you did notice was the improvement in the air. It felt like the atmosphere in the castle had shifted to a more relax, laid-back one. Before, students were worried about being, you wouldn’t sugar-coat it, terrorised, by James Potter if they accidentally did anything he didn’t like. They were watching their backs, nervous, paranoid. But now everyone seemed to breathe out a sigh of relief, that his reign of terror was over and they could walk the halls without a care in the world.

You patted yourself on the back very often these days for making that change.

But, somewhere inside you there was an internal battle. 

You were a woman of your word. You’d have to start shagging him again. You weren’t going to kid yourself, you did enjoy it, immensely. There was something so satisfying about seeing the great Golden Boy, bully-extraordinaire James Potter begging at your feet. It felt like an apology to all those he hurt. But now you were worried that there would no longer be any of that satisfaction. James’ tyrannical days were behind him, you’d made sure of that. So what would you get out of it now? 

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“Kneel.” 

James, always, obeyed without hesitation. 

You surveyed him openly. He was naked already, toned body gleaming in the candlelight. You let yourself appreciate his muscles for a minute or two, before snapping back to watch his face. 

He looked serene. Calm. Like he knew he had nothing to worry about. You supposed that was true. The only issue in his life recently had been, well, you, and your threats. But now that was all over, his life could be perfect again. 

How you envied him for that. Perfect Potter, who had a perfect family and a perfect home-life, who had a perfect bank account and a perfect body, who had perfect friends and perfect grades. How aggravating it was that one boy had it all. What was left for the rest of you? 

You mentally shook yourself. These sessions were not the place for you to let your anger get the better of you. They were when James gave himself to you, openly, fully. To forget about the pressure of being perfect for a while. You appreciated it in a way. 

“I’ve been watching you.” You told him. “I’ve been watching you do what I said.” 

He didn’t move. 

“I’m rather impressed.” You admitted, “I didn’t expect you to follow my rules so closely. I didn’t know you had the self-control in you.” 

Still he didn’t move, but you saw his cock twitch at the praise. You grinned. You had him right where you wanted him. 

“I think,” You said slowly, “I really rather think you’ve earned the privilege to continue with me. Because it is a privilege, Potter.”

You took his jaw in your hand as you said this, making his eyes meet yours. “I think you’ve been forgetting that.” 

“Yes mistress,” He breathed, scared of talking without permission, but he obviously felt this was important enough to say. You applauded that courage, so you didn’t punish him. 

Instead, you jerked your head, silently telling him to get on the bed. As he did, you took a moment to collect yourself when he couldn’t see your face. You were going to reward him tonight by finally fucking him. Sure, you’d played together with hands and tongues and toys galore, but he’d never actually been inside you. You decided it was time to change that tonight. Let him get a taste of what he almost lost. 

Turning around, you saw James lying on his back, glasses carefully placed on the bedside table. His cock was stiff and standing straight up, he was clearly excited about whatever you had planned, but then, when was he not? 

Watching him, you undid the black lacy robe you had been wearing, revealing your naked body beneath. 

Sauntering over to the bed, you carelessly trained your fingers up his body, starting at his knees. As you got higher, you could hear his uneven breathes at your featherlight touches, fighting not to lean into your warmth. At least you knew he was enjoying it. 

You got onto the bed and straddled his abdomen. You could feel his cock against your back. 

“Look at me.” You said quietly. 

James had originally been staring fixedly at the ceiling like he was supposed to, but at your command his eyes snapped to your face. 

“I’m going to fuck you tonight Potter, would you like that?” 

His cock jumped behind you and you could’ve sworn he groaned. 

“Fuck yes, please mistress.” 

There was your verbal confirmation. You didn’t need anymore prompting. 

Sliding your hips up and back, you brought yourself to hover over him, his tip teasing your entrance. You weren’t sure who this was more torturous for. Still, you made both of you wait, dropping your hips by centimetres before pulling off again. This was fun, watching him try not to groan or buck his hips. It reminded you of the control he surrendered to you.

You decided you’d teased him enough and sank down on his cock. Slowly, so fucking slowly, it was painful. You couldn’t keep yourself quiet, moaning as you reached his base, hips flush. Glancing at his face, you saw it was screwed up in pleasure and also the effort of staying still. You were proud, he was trying so hard. You made sure his hands were still firmly down by his sides before you started moving.

Up and down, rocking back and forth, circling your hips in every which direction. You didn’t stay still, enjoying the feel of every ridge and vein stimulating you. Testing what felt best for you, moderately ignoring him. But the sounds you were hearing told you that being ignored was a very pleasurable feeling. 

Once you found your rhythm, you didn’t stop. Time blurred. All you could focus on was the delicious feeling spreading through you, the slight burn in your thighs and the moans coming from the boy beneath you. You rode him hard, not caring when he came. This was for you and all the shit you put up with. 

You looked down at his red face, and your eyes locked. He was such a sight to behold. Tears in his eyes, mouth open wide, cheeks flushed. Someone really should paint him like this. Except there was also something else behind the pleasure, something more. You didn’t have time to dwell on it because the sight of you moaning on his cock, staring into his eyes was enough to make James cum. 

You felt him release inside you and just about had the energy to raise an eyebrow of disapproval at him for not asking permission, before you decided your own pleasure was more important. You were close, you could feel it except, except… 

“Touch me.” You gasped. 

James stared up, half-confused, half still blissed out at his prolonged orgasm. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” You growled at him.

Unsure, he hesitantly moved his hands to place them gently on your hips, supporting you, whimpering all the while at how sensitive he was. You rolled your eyes. Grasping his hands, you moved one up to cup your breast, the other went down to rub your clit. Once James realised what he was allowed to do, there was no holding him back.

Since he wasn’t allowed to move his hips, he channelled all his energy into touching where you were graciously allowing him to. Squeezing and kneading your tit, thumb carding over your nipple, seeing what you liked. His other hand was very much busy rubbing circles on your clit, building you up. 

Your moans grew louder and louder and you brought one hand down on his chest to steady yourself as you rode him harder. His own groans were filling your ears but you were so close he hardly mattered anymore. 

Just as your orgasm broke, you tipped your head back and moaned loudly, “Fuck James, yes!” 

As you had your eyes squeezed shut you missed the look or primal pleasure that crossed his face as you moaned his name, his first name, but you did feel a second load of cum spurting into you. You didn’t have time to feel surprised or impressed as you rode out your orgasm, hips slowing. 

Breathing hard, your hips stilled and you stared down at him, at his sweaty forehead and unruly curls. You leant forward and brushed some aside gently. 

“Are you alright?” You asked, staring into his face.

He could only nod, having no energy to verbalise a response, dipping slightly into a submissive headspace. 

You noticed this and quickly took yourself off his cock. He hissed at the sensitivity, but this quickly turned to moans as he saw his cum dripping out of you. You had to restrain from rolling your eyes. 

Easing yourself off the bed, you made the sort journey to the desk to grab towels and water. Settling back next to him, you dampened the towel with some water before swiping it over his face delicately, before tipping some water into his mouth. You knew he needed care right now. 

Once you’d cleaned his face you moved down, mopping up cum from his abdomen, before turning on yourself, cleaning down the inside of your thighs. 

James watched you devotedly. You weren’t quite sure what to do about it. 

Once you knew he would be alright, you pulled away, tossing the towels into the laundry and heading to the bathroom to get more water. You exited to see James sat up, looking at you. He shifted around, causing you to look over, trying to assess the root of his uneasiness. 

“I’ve been thinking,” He began. 

‘Merlin’ You thought, ‘He’s really gonna try and end things after all we’ve been through. Really?’ That was low, even for James Potter. 

“I’d like to, to…” He said the next part so quietly you didn’t hear a thing. He was blushing furiously, which just added to your confusion. 

“What was that?” You asked. 

He took a deep, steadying breathe, and lifted his head to gaze into your eyes. “I’d like to take you to Hogsmeade next weekend, if that’s alright.” 

Dead silence. You could’ve heard a pin drop from three rooms over. You couldn’t understand. Was James Potter actually asking you out? After all this time of scuttling around, restricting yourselves to dark corners, he wanted to take you out where everyone could see? 

Your shock must’ve shown on your face because James winced slightly. 

“I’m really sorry I haven’t asked sooner, I just thought you’d say no because you were angry at me.” He sounded so much like child afraid of being scolded that you, unwillingly, thawed. 

“I thought you liked it that way,” Was the only thing you could think of saying. “I thought you didn’t want people to know.” You didn’t have to say the next part aloud, he got the implication, ‘I thought you were ashamed of me, of us.’

James’ brow furrowed sadly. “No baby, no, I’d never be ashamed of you, if anything, I thought you might be a little embarrassed at being seen with me.” 

That made you pause. All this time, James had thought you’d been embarrassed about him? 

“I thought it was the other way around.” You confessed, looking at him. “I thought you’d want to keep this part of your life a secret.”

James shook his head vehemently. “Lovie, I’d never want to keep you like some dirty little secret. You’re so smart and sensible and patient and-“

You cut him off, not quite ready to hear all the reasons James liked you. Fuck, James Potter liked you. That was quite the concept to wrap your head around. 

“Really? Hogsmeade?”

James perked up at that. “Yeah if you want. Or we don’t have to go there, we could go flying, or, or picnic by the lake, whatever you want baby just,” He looked at you so earnestly it honestly made you wriggle a little, “Just let me take you out.” 

You thought about it. This certainly hadn’t been what you expected when you woke up this morning. Still, when life gives you lemons…

You smiled, somewhat shyly, but James beamed back. 

“Yeah, okay, Hogsmeade it is.” 

[jademeilittle]

When Jade first flagged Kaj down only an hour or so ago, she didn’t know what to expect. She figured he would tell her to fuck off and leave him alone, since he was out for a walk with Lazarus but that wasn’t the case. Kaj was a complete gentleman. He made sure they got back safely to his place to grab the jumper cables, they were laughing, teasing, and flirting the entire time with each other, and he wasn’t even trying to cross any boundaries or make a move, even though it was written across both of their faces, of should we kiss not. She even was learning to let more people in. To see all the sides of her and to slowly put down the guard she made around her heart. Not all at once but it was happening the more she was talking with Kaj and smiling and laughing. “Do you have your cape hidden in the trunk? Maybe a secret lair back at your apartment? You also forget a complete gentlemen too. I like this handsome charming side to you. I wanna see more sides to you.”she said with a hint of a tease in the beginning but being serious in the end. Jade wanted to see all sides of Kaj. She wasn’t offended at all by his comment. She agreed. “Please say it because I said the same thing to them. My mom wanted me to get my law degree or attend medical school. Have a worthy profession and make something out of life. When I told her I was going to get my degree in early childhood education and to be a preschool teacher, she about had a heart attack. I was going against her wishes.”she huffed and rolled her eyes not at him definitely not at Kaj. She took a breath before looking over at him. “I do. I love what I do. I’m making a difference in these kids lives. You actually hit it right on the nose. That’s the kind of teacher I am. I put my foot down when I need to, but other than that I’m the type that gives out hugs and high fives.”she chuckled with a smile on her face. “Puppy cuddles are the best. Oh I have no doubt. He’s a daddy’s boy. He doesn’t want you to leave. Dont we all have to make that money. Pay for their food and toys.”she smiled. Jade understood. Tater Tot was like her kid. Gotta make sure he’s fed and even though he already has a million and one toys, picks out one more to bring home. “Mmmmm let’s see.” She grabbed his hand to check out his nails and think about the colors. Their first touch. “Alright we already said Dark purple and black. So maybe a dark blue, or even white. Blood red could do. Or just a bright red. Something to bring out your eyes.”Jade said looking at his eyes. She gasped when he scoffed again crossing her arms in a cute manor but at the same time trying not to bust out laughing. “Getting dinner cooked for you, a massage after a long day, watching your favorite tv shows or movies, dessert too.”The blush was back on her cheeks again hearing the compliments. “That’s me. The complete package?”

The smiles, laughs, and looks they were sharing with each other was an instant reaction for Jade. She didn’t have to hide how these moments together were making her feel. She wanted more moments like these. Maybe not the whole breaking down and car not starting moment, but the glances and smiles and laughs and blushes and being together moments. Jade wanted more of those. She hoped Kaj did too. “I over exaggerated that. It’s not half. It’s all my paycheck. Teachers get mini pay. For what we do and what we have to take home sometimes, we get very little pay for it.”she said. She looked out and nodded as she saw her car was the only one here. “That would be me yep.”

The usual goal for Kaj at the end of these interactions was to get into someone's pants, but he wasn't having any of those thoughts with Jade. He was actually interested in getting to know her, and the end goal wasn't a hookup. If he'd wanted that, he had other means. "Like Clark Kent. I have many sides; not just the ridiculously handsome, charming side." He looked at her, his face twisting at confusion when she told him what her parents thought. "It's not really my place to say this but, screw 'em." Kaj was fortunate to have his parent's support in what he was doing with his life, and it wasn't a very noble profession. He couldn't understand why someone would support their child in something like teaching. "The only thing that should matter is that you love it. I can see you being an incredibly nurturing teacher." There was a feeling of sympathy in him—he could understand how difficult those feelings might be. "Yeah, exactly. Gotta get those puppy cuddles in. I think if I never left my house, Laz would love that. Unfortunately daddy has to make money." Huffing, he shook his head with a smile. His dog was like his kid, but he thought it was a little cringe calling himself 'daddy' after he'd said it. Holding his hand up with his nails facing her, he raised a brow. "Any other suggestions?" he questioned. She was a woman, so her opinion might be useful to him. "Maybe a blood red?" When she told him not to scoff at her, he did it again, this time making it more dramatized to really nail it in. "Pampering?" He bit down on his bottom lip, looking back out of the windshield. "And what does 'pampering' entail?" He gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Beautiful, honest, nurturing and modest. Damn."

With their little nervous looks and smiles, Kaj almost felt like he was in high school again. It was an organic, but slightly awkward feeling, and yet he was loving it. The lack of rejection was nice too. "Half your paycheck?" His eyes widened. "Shit, I'm jealous." He was joking, but it was seemingly a vastly different pay than his. He wasn't hurting for money; he was comfortable, but it would take him a bit of time to save if his car ever pooched out. "Well, this it?" Kaj asked, slowing the car down and pointing at the lone car on the side of the street.

[theshiniestgemstone]

Hello,

How about Jesse thinking that Gideon was cheating on the reader because he saw him on a date with another woman. But in reality it was just reader in a different style or something. I feel like he would be really disappointed in him especially if it was in the same world as the ‘daughter in law’, since he cares about her a lot. Also seems like it would be funny to see.

Jesse has a vice. It used to be beer, until Amber started keeping count and the headache of explaining himself outweighed the buzz. For a while, it'd be a bump behind the church dumpsters. But now?

"What can I get you, sir?" The teenager behind the counter asked, looking just past Jesse and at the growing line behind him.

"Lemme get, uh, a double chunk brownie sundae with chocolate sauce, extra brownie bits, and a straw." He started grabbing his wallet from his back pocket.

"A straw?"

He furrowed his brows. "Yeah, for when it melts and shit. I don't have to tilt the entire fuckin' bowl and drink out of it like a damn hamster."

The girl sighed. "Anything else?"

“No, ma’am, thank you kindly.” He stepped aside, folding his arms, waiting as the industrial hum of blenders and the clatter of scoops filled the air.

Amber consistently reminded him about his dietary habits, reminding him that he was getting older and had to watch himself. She'd gone so far as to switch everything to low sugar and low carb options. She hovered over the pantry, watching carefully what he picked up. He loved his wife. He respected his wife. But no one, no one, was coming between him and his sweet tooth. Besides, sneaking a sundae wasn’t exactly the worst secret he’d ever kept from her.

As he waited, his eyes wandered, scanning the seating area out of boredom. That’s when he saw them. A couple tangled up in the corner booth, kissing like they were backstage at some rock concert, oblivious to the world.

Jesse rolled his eyes, exhaling heavily. Young love. No discretion. He almost turned away until recognition hit like a gut punch.

It was Gideon.

But not with his usual partner, not with Y/N, the girl Jesse had gotten begrudgingly used to seeing around. No, this one had streaks of electric blue slicing through her hair, shorts so tiny they resembled a denim bikini, and a tube top that left nothing to the imagination. Nothing Y/N would ever be caught dead wearing.

Jesse’s jaw tensed, fists curling loosely at his sides as the kid leaned in, kissing the girl like he hadn’t a care in the world.

His order number was called, but he barely heard it over the rush of blood in his ears.

Jesse didn’t even taste the damn sundae.

He sped the whole way home, half-melted dessert sweating on the passenger seat, his fingers white-knuckling the steering wheel. His pulse hadn’t slowed since spotting Gideon in that booth, lip-locked with some no-good, blue-haired townie, shorts cut so high she might as well’ve been naked. The image burned behind his eyelids every time he blinked.

By the time he threw open the front door, sundae in hand, his heart was racing, anger mixing with the sticky warmth of melted chocolate pooling over his knuckles.

Amber was sitting at the kitchen island, flipping through a catalog, glasses perched low on her nose. Her eyes landed on the dripping sundae first, then trailed up to his face, narrowing immediately.

“That better not be—” she started, voice edged with warning.

Jesse slapped the sundae onto the table, fudge splattering across the countertop. He didn’t even flinch.

“We got bigger problems than my blood sugar right now.”

Amber’s brow lifted, catalog forgotten as her stare sharpened. “What did you do?”

“Me?” He barked a humorless laugh, pacing behind the counter, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t do nothin’. It’s that damn boy of ours.”

Amber’s expression darkened, catalog pushed aside completely. “What happened?”

Jesse stopped, bracing his hands on the table, leaning in like he was about to confess to murder. “Gideon’s cheatin’ on his fiancée.”

The room went still.

Amber’s mouth parted slightly, disbelief flickering behind her eyes. “What?”

“Down at the ice cream shop.” Jesse jabbed a finger toward the window like the place sat on their front lawn. “Had himself tongue-tied with some hussie from town. Blue hair, shorts that ain’t coverin’ nothin’. Wasn’t Y/N, that’s for damn sure.”

Amber’s eyes sharpened into slits, her jaw ticking as realization sank in.

“You sure?” she asked, but the way her voice dropped low, the way her shoulders stiffened- it wasn’t doubt. It was calculation.

Jesse nodded once, firm. “Saw it plain as day.”

The screen door creaked as Gideon stepped inside, whistling low under his breath, keys jingling as he shoved them into the bowl by the door. His boots hit the hardwood with a satisfying thud, that rare good mood still buzzing through him. It wasn’t often these days with the stress of the wedding, the house, all the family hovering like vultures, but tonight? Tonight had been easy.

He’d wrapped up work early, stopped by the furniture store, and managed to pick up a few things for the house without incident. Even the weather felt cooperative. Warm with a soft breeze, just enough to keep the southern heat from smothering him.

But the second he stepped into the dining room, the air shifted.

His boots slowed across the floor as his eyes landed on his parents, seated at the long, polished table. Amber’s arms were crossed, expression unreadable but cold enough to sting. Jesse sat back in his chair, chewing on the inside of his cheek like he was barely holding his tongue in check.

The pit in Gideon’s stomach formed immediately.

“Evenin’,” he greeted cautiously, hand still halfway in his jacket pocket, posture tensing as he eyed them both. “Everything…alright?”

The silence was heavy. Too heavy.

Amber’s eyes narrowed, one perfectly manicured nail tapping against the table’s surface in rhythm with his racing pulse. Jesse shifted, pushing his chair back slightly, the scrape of wood against wood sharp enough to make Gideon flinch.

“You got somethin’ you wanna tell us?” Jesse asked, voice low but tight, laced with the kind of restraint that only meant bad news.

Gideon’s brow furrowed. “What are you talkin’ about?”

Jesse stood slowly, bracing his hands against the table as he leaned forward, jaw tightening with each word. “Out at the ice cream shop. Suckin’ face with some teeny-short wearin’ slut.”

The words punched the air right out of Gideon’s lungs. His heart stuttered. Color drained from his face as his mind scrambled to keep up.

“You saw that?” His voice cracked slightly despite his effort to sound composed, the blood rushing in his ears too loud to ignore.

Amber shook her head, disappointment etched deep into every line of her face. “We raised you better than this, Gideon. You’re engaged. Wedding’s just a few weeks out, and you’re sneakin’ around like some no-good dirtbag.” Her gaze sharpened. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Gideon opened his mouth, words evaporating on his tongue as panic clawed its way up his throat. His palms were damp, breath shallow, the room spinning around him. He couldn’t even form a sentence.

The front door creaked open.

All three of their heads whipped toward the sound, the air pulled taut with tension.

You stepped inside, sundress flowing softly around your legs, cardigan sleeves pushed to your elbows, and your usual bright smile aimed toward the kitchen like you hadn’t just walked into a minefield. But it wasn’t your outfit that made the world tilt.

It was the streaks of bright blue weaving through your hair.

Gideon’s stomach flipped so hard he nearly doubled over. Your eyes flicked up, pausing when you caught the rigid, stunned faces in the dining room, your hand tightening around the tote bag dangling from your shoulder. You and Gideon were the only ones who knew that the tube top and shorts were folded neatly inside.

“Everything okay?” you asked lightly, confusion knitting your brows.

Gideon’s mouth opened uselessly, still stunned silent, while Jesse’s eyes darted between you and his son, gears visibly grinding in his head.

Amber, however, wasted no time.

She stood abruptly, the legs of her chair scraping loudly as she circled the table and approached you with a tight-lipped smile that didn’t touch her eyes.

“You dyed your hair,” Amber observed, coolly, eyes sweeping over you with meticulous precision.

You reached up self-consciously, fingers brushing the blue strands. “Yeah… Gideon talked me into it.” Your grin returned faintly, your gaze flicking toward your fiancé, clearly oblivious to the landmine you’d just stepped over. “Figured it was time to try somethin’ fun. It'll wash out for the weddin' I was just trying something new."

The room cracked open like a fault line.

Jesse’s mouth parted slightly, realization creeping across his face as his shoulders sank with visible relief. The pieces clicked together fast. The blue hair, the description, the damn shorts. But it wasn’t some townie hussy at the ice cream shop.

It was you.

Gideon looked ready to keel over, hand dragging down his face as the color slowly returned to his cheeks. His eyes squeezed shut for a second, disbelief and exasperation curling over his features in waves.

Amber’s expression barely shifted. She glanced back toward Jesse, eyes sharp as glass, and whispered just loud enough for the table to hear, “We ain’t ever jumpin’ to conclusions that fast again.”

Jesse coughed, rubbing the back of his neck, sheepishness sinking into his features like cement.

You tilted your head, still entirely unaware of the storm they’d all weathered before you walked in. “Did I miss somethin’?”

Gideon finally managed to peel himself off the metaphorical floor, striding over to you, arms curling protectively around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple, exhaling hard against your hair.

“No,” he muttered, voice still shaky from adrenaline. “You just saved me from an early grave, is all.”

You frowned in confusion, but he only held you tighter, grateful you had no idea.

[benevolenterrancy]

("Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this." -- paraphrased from The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket)

[azerothtravel]

WoD and Shadowlands finally have points on the board! Everything really is somebody's favorite. The comments in the tags on this have been fun to read. I've been especially interested in people saying they started playing in Legion and BfA. In my mind, anyone playing WoW right now is here because they got hooked a long time ago. It's hard to imagine people wading into this game that's been going on forever that recently, and it's cool to hear about.

Someone (I'm not putting your name in case you wouldn't want me to) said TWW is the best WoW has ever been. I think this gets at the complexities of choosing favorites to me. Because, in theory, I agree. I feel like the game plays great no matter what your preferred endgame is, I think Delves are a crucial addition to the game, the game has never been kinder to altaholics like me, I think the sheer amount of content now is really amazing compared to the old days.

And yet.

I would still rank Dragonflight higher than TWW. Because despite all the improvements in TWW, Dragonflight just had that thing. The tone and story really did it for me. It had zones I never got tired of running around in. It had a lot of big changes, too, all positive. And it was a massive course correction after the last few years of increasingly convoluted "borrowed power" systems, and the disaster of SL.* I just had a great time playing it. And I'm having a great time with TWW, too, but even though I would say it's technically better, DF really hit right. That X factor is hard to justify and different for every person, but it's real.

*Which I don't think is entirely Blizzard's fault, I think COVID obviously played a pretty big role in how all that went down. 9.0 was fun and promising despite its flaws, and then 9.1 was the single worst major patch in WoW history, and it never recovered. It kinda felt like they lost momentum so badly that they wrote SL off and focused on the next thing. I miss my constructs sometimes, tho.

4 days left to make sure your favorite wins!

I'm sure it's been done, but I've never seen this poll on tumblr, so let's get into it. I'm curious what people think. I encourage you to reblog with your top 3, top 5, whatever expansions, also. I have Opinions, obviously, but I want to see what the consensus is.

[diceroulette]

i could write a whole autism-filled essay about Ai LAS being extensively BPD-coded but also i fear i'd get rocks thrown at me .

EDIT: ALSO TO BE CLEAR I HAVE BPD I HAVE BPD THIS IS WRITTEN BY A BPD HAVER I FORGOT TO FUCKING ADD THAT LMFAO

[teh-nos]

i nearly anon'd the thorki non-con fic out of SHAME but in two weeks it's become my third most clicked-on fic of the year, behind only a multichapter fic and a bit of angsty sifki porn lololol

[smallerbrandon]

I DID IT

My delta theory

I believe Deltarune is a sequel to Undertale. And before you go “Brandon, the true ending, Brandon, kris and frisk are different, Brandon, delta rune is a whole other game, not a sequel” I KNOW. I promise. But think about this: The genocide ending. Ho ho ho, missamee, you didn’t see that spicy meat-a-ball around le corner, now did you? During that ending, chara tells you that, essentially, you fucked it alllllll up,  just obliterated everything. This world is useless now. “Let us erase this world and move on to the next”

And so you do. 

Now in a perfect world, Deltarune would boot up, oh snap anther world with new and old characters, and A WINNER IS ME, but games take time to bake, Jimothy. So that’s why undertale doesn’t just boot up deltarune for you. Common knowledge, sure, but I ain’t takin no chances. Everything is different except for one thing. The very culmination of your being. Your SOUL. And even better, you get to create a vessel for yourself, before having it be discarded while you are told “You cannot chose who you are in this world” And so you must live... as Kris.

 Kris is a child of toriel, well known around the town, kinda crazy but fun about it, a real solid protagonist. They also are being controlled by an heart shaped entity. You. And they make it known that they hate you. Your soul is required to seal fountains. After all, Kris can’t speak, as they are human. But by that logic, Kris should have a soul of their own. So what gives? Easy. You’re here. Your SOUL is here. But since no vessel is available, the nearest human genderless child will have to do. Deltarune is the consequence of your carnage.  Deltarune is your fault. Deltarune happens because the previous world failed to satisfy you. Deltarune is the sequel to Undertale. 

Sort of.

You gotta understand, there’s other things that are different, but not by that much. 

Humans and monsters? Check.

Soul? Check.

Pacifist and genocide routes? Check, but with a question mark?

I feel like deltarune is a separate world entirely, not a separate timeline, otherwise sans would be destroying us in chapter one. But instead of a part-timeline time lord, he’s just the janitor. Instead of the king, asgore is a “retired” cop. Papyrus isn’t real. But on top of that, I feel deltarune is a cage, meant to keep you there and protect itself and other worlds from being destroyed. You kill everyone and hit ERASE again, Nutdealer’s screwed! You’re encouraged to not fight so you can see more stuff, do more things, but if you try, enemies run away, specific bosses get better healing, and you have to play by the rules to progress. 

And so you continue, but eventually you meet someone who, if you play your cards right, will give you the carnage you wish for. Noelle “susielover” Holiday. And so, you load up a new file, and you fight through everything the game allows you to (which is a lot tbh). You find HER. And together you PROCEED. Ralsei is distant when you mention Noelle in chapter 3, and in chapter 4, if you attack the shadows or whatever they are, the textbox says “Since when did you start being yourself?” And that’s why deltarune is a sequel to undertale’s genocide route. Also Gaster is real. Im not crazy, im a delta rune fan. Ok bye.

(P.S Just because toby says something doesn’t mean its true, people can lie)

(P.P.S Also I could be super on the money or completely wrong but this is just what I think. Grain of salt.)

Deltarune is a sequel to undertale, and you can't make me think other wise. Ive had this theory since before chapter 3 and 4, and now i think it holds a lot of water. Stay tuned cuz im writing an essay about this insanity.

[vaguely-concerned]

I was just ambushed within the turbulent halls of my own mind by some headcanons about rye ingellvar's childhood that did 15000000 points of psychic damage to me and my heart personally and also made me almost sure of how I want to play it all at the end (very very differently from how I imagined going in!). some 'oh holy fuck this changes everything' rocking my own world bullshit going on in my neurons right now I'm reeling