#Aaaaa i got so distracted

[horizonclan]

Sorry for disappearing, i'm making a dnd campaign and the hyperfix didn't let me work on anything else for ages. I'll get back to working on this pretty soon, maybe make some doodles to post

[otomehonyaku]

alright fellas my plan for this week is to translate the last More,Blood mini drama (to post Friday I think) and I'm also diving straight into that Mukami short story from the Grand Edition booklet because I honestly can't help myself and the premise sounds TOO fun (to post next week?)

[in-another-april]

spencer being a menace and distracting his s/o while they're working because he's clingy and wants attention hehe

summary/prompt + genre - Spencer misses you while you're working :( | fluff

warnings - none

wc - 505

notes - aaaaa cute cute cute :( this got so longgg, im experimenting with different formats since i got kinda tired of just blurbs and hcs but if this flops i'll stick to what i know!!

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In Spencer's defense, he really does try to give you your space. He's spent the majority of the day on the couch, reading book after book to keep himself busy, while you've been holed up in the bedroom working.

He's a few pages into his 8th (or was it his 9th?? 10th? He's lost count at this point) book, when he reads something that makes him think of you. Smiling, he turns to your usual spot on the couch to share it with you, only then remembering that you're not there. Then it hits him.

He misses you.

He quickly decides to check in on you, just to see how it's going and make sure you're not overworking yourself. Yeah, that's it. No ulterior motive there at all, he swears.

He makes his way to the bedroom and knocks gently on the doorframe, shuffling in after hearing your "come in." Wordlessly, he climbs onto the bed next to you, leaving just enough space to not distract you while also satisfying his need to be close. He places a hand on your knee, entirely self-indulgent.

You ask him what's up, eyes never leaving your papers, and he pouts at the lack of attention. A part of him knows he should feel silly for being so clingy, but another, bigger part of him is too wrapped up in his love for you to care.

He only supplies a "missed you," casually shrugging his shoulders like it's the simplest thing in the world. You bite your lip, trying (and failing) to hold back a smile. Cute. He's so cute, and you're so tired, and god, a break does sound nice...

But, you really do have to finish this.

"Missed you, too, angel." You concede, placing your hand on top of his. "Just give me a few more minutes, then I'm all yours." You offer, and he nods quickly in return, eagerly awaiting the moment where he'll have you all to himself again. Your eyes shift back to your work, continuing where you left off,

His thumb brushes along your knee, hand trailing up just slightly, and you feel your resolve crumbling. Still you make a feeble attempt to stay responsible.

"Spencer." You warn, weakly glaring at him

"What?" He feigns innocence, voice soft. "I'm not doing anything." It's a lie, you know it, and he knows you know it. As much as you'd hate to let him win, one look into his soft, lovesick eyes makes you decide that if this is what defeat entails, you guess you wouldn't really mind losing.

You sigh dramatically, pushing your books aside and opening your arms for him. His doesn't miss a beat, moving to close the gap between you almost instantly.

He falls unceremoniously into your lap, wrapping his arms around your middle and burying his face in your neck. You give in, reaching to brush your fingers through his hair. You feel his victorious smirk against your skin and roll your eyes fondly.

Your work can wait, you’re sure.

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[marianasbored]

Jun-ho, Dae-ho, thanos (separate, like 3 mini stories, if you get it??? Otherwise do how you like it) fucking reader so good she gets problems with her asthma. Not like she needs medical attention but a five minute break to get/take her medicine and then she's ready to go again!!

TYYY FOR SENDING ME A REQUEST AAAAA

THIS CONCEPT IS SO FUNNY TO ME OFC ILL DO IT 😛😛 I HAVE BREATHING PROBLEMS TOO GIRLY 🙏

SORRY THIS TOOK A HOT MINUTE TO WRITE AND I FEEL LIKE IT COULD BE BETTER BUT I JUST WANTED TO POST IT ALREADY 💔

Note: I’ve never written mini stories like this before and I barely read any Thanos or Jun-ho stuff so this might suck 💔 I’ve also never had an asthma attack before 😭

Jun-ho, Dae-ho, and Thanos x asthmatic reader !!

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Jun-ho :

warning: I don’t think I’ve ever read anything Jun-ho related so sorry if this is out of character or something 😭

You woke up with Jun-ho in your bed, deciding to cuddle for a while before getting up. But one thing led to another…and now his cock is deep in your warm pussy >.< !!

I mean can you blame him? You sound so pretty when you’re sleepy, and the way the morning light fell on your face made you look like an angel.

You guys were still technically cuddling… just now with your panties pulled to the side…

“H-haah..Jun-ho..” you moan, trying to catch your breath as his cock bullied your insides

“You’re doing so good baby… so perfect all for me…” he moaned in your ear

You were being so loud, you couldn’t help it!! He was fucking you so good…your legs were literally shaking !!

“Jun-ho…!” You whined again, causing him to pick up the pace

Fuck, you really were breathing heavily now… I mean he was fucking you like it was the last time he’d be able to or something !!

He noticed pretty quickly there was something off, despite him being a little distracted by your pussy >.<

“You okay, pretty girl?” He asked softly, slowing down to help you catch your breath

“M-mhm..” you nodded, feeling dizzy “just…n-need…my…inhaler…” you panted

He reached behind him on the night stand and grabbed you your inhaler, handing it over to you gently and paying close attention to you

He gave you a moment to compose yourself before you smiled, chuckling softly, the sound making him relax

“Feeling better?” He asked, kissing your cheek with a little smirk

“Y-yeah..” you said “please..keep going now..” you whined

“That’s my girl” he said with a grin, starting to fuck you at the same pace again

Dae-ho:

Dae-ho had you in missionary, just so he could stare at your pretty face while he fucks you :3

“You look so perfect baby…” he moaned, delivering slow, deep thrusts.

All you could do was moan, watching as he moved his hands to squeeze and play with your tits. >.<

“Dae-Ho..” you whined as he fucked you faster, going impossibly deeper

“You feel so good baby..” he moaned “just so perfect..”

He kept squeezing your tits, the stimulation driving you crazy >.<

You close your eyes, tilting your head back due to the pleasure before he suddenly slows down “uh uh uh” he tsks at you

“look at me baby” he commanded softly, and you open your eyes once more

“Good girl” he smiled and kissed your neck before speeding up his thrusts, the sound of your moans increasing as you started to pant

“You sound so pretty..” he said softly, causing you to whimper

He kept speeding up, and the more he did, the worse your panting got

“Shit” you thought. You didn’t want him to stop, but you were starting to think that you needed your inhaler !!

“D-Dae-ho..” you whined, but the way you said it caused him to slow down a little in concern

“What is it baby?” He asked, tucking your hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead

“Need my . . .inhaler. . .” You panted

He wasted no time in pulling out and grabbing your inhaler, his instincts kicking in as he handed it to you, his eyebrows knitted together in concern.

“You okay baby?” He asked, handing you a cup of water as you nodded and drank it

He sat up and placed you on his lap. “You sure?” He asked

You put the water back on the nightstand “yeah I’m sure..”

He kissed you on the cheek and then started kissing your neck “wanna keep going?” He asked in between kisses

“Y-yes please..” you whined from the sensitivity of your neck, watching him continue to kiss you gently.

He then lifted you up and slowly pushed his cock into you, grabbing your hips and making his pretty girl ride him >.<

Thanos:

Warnings: Thanos calls reader “slut”, spanking, hair pulling, drug use, unprotected sex, Thanos is a little mean but nothing crazy

Thanos was fucking you from behind, your ass arched high in the air for him to see. His hands were gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises and the sound of your moans filled the room.

You had both taken one of his pills just to hang out and watch a movie, but you know nothings ever “just a hangout” with Thanos.

“F-fuck..!” You moan as he picks up the pace, letting out a loud whimper as he lifts up a hand to slap your ass.

“Yeah you like that?” You could hear his grin “fucking slut..” he groans, watching how his cock slides in and out of you at a rough pace

He was fucking you so good, the drugs making it feel even better, and making you feel more sensitive than usual >.<

“Fuck..she’s drooling all over me..” he said with a low moan, referring to how your pussy was leaking on his cock.

He moved one of his hands from your hips to your hair, tugging at it just to hear you whine and get louder

“My perfect slut..” he moans “no one else gets to fuck you like I do..” he tugged on your hair a little harder as you murmur a little “mhm..”

“Fucking use your words” he grunts, spanking you again “Y-Yes sir..!” You managed to choke out “Good slut” he smirks, moving his hand to toy with your clit.

Fuck, he was making you see stars, making you pant, making you dizzy, making you hyperventilate-. . .-wait a minute! Hyperventilate? All of the sudden you realize you don’t remember how to breathe properly!! And the dizziness is getting worse !!

You start waving your arm at him weakly, trying to touch his hand to get him to stop, all while trying to steady your breathing. “Baby I can’t..-“

You try to speak, making him slow down a bit “what is it..?” He asks before he sees you point at your inhaler on your night stand “Ohh” he finally realizes and pulls out, causing you to whine.

He repositioned you so you were sitting up in bed and grabs your inhaler, watching you use it and start to relax

He chuckles at the realization of what happened, “was I fucking you that good, baby?” He grinned, watching you blush from embarrassment and nod.

He reached for a glass of water, handing it to you and watching you drink it.

You looked so pretty, panting, covered in a sheer layer of sweat, messy hair and tired eyes. You really were perfect to him

“Are you feeling better now?” He asked after a moment

“Yeah I think so..” you say, putting the water and inhaler on the night stand

“Good” he said, suddenly throwing your legs over his shoulders and fucking you at the same pace he was before >.<

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Additional note: guys I kinda hate my writing in this srry pls don’t judge I’m still learning 💔

[zoieru]

Musings on a skin loving Boothill ~

Yeah, bath thoughts. They kept coming and I was like aaaaa write them down. cws: nsfw suggestions, nothing explicit, mentions boobs but could easily be pecks, Boothill's dodgy and excessively charming use of language, he feels.

Boothill who has become increasingly attracted to and fascinated by skin and flesh since he's become a cyborg, his own replaced with flexible but firm metal plating. Initially, he shrugged it off, the fleeting moments of interest he found himself having when encountered with some bare skin, his eyes lingering a touch longer than usual. He ain't got no muddle-fudgin' time for pond'rin that hodgepodge. But now he has you, a sweet thing he likes a bit too much, and who seems suspiciously receptive to his weird affections. So butter my fudge 'n' call me a biscuit he might as well indulge a little hm?

Freckles and moles ~ whenever they're visible, wherever, he finds himself a touch distracted. It's usually if you're relaxed together somewhere, on the bed, the couch, which isn't extremely often so it just increases the intensity of it. He'll run the smooth metal pads of his fingertips over the small darkened speckles of skin, bullseye pupil following the movements with a strange sort of determined affection. He doesn't have these, anymore, other than the ones on his cheek, and they're all the more beautiful to him because of it, small dots of cuteness. If he was some sappy forker like Argenti he would probably make some simile about the stars...or somethin' like that.

(addition, he'll get all blushy and awkward when you notice his fascination and you make a gentle comment about the small nicks and scratches on his metal being his freckles, and that you love tracing those too. He sees them in a whole new light when he takes a glance in the mirror, catching a curl on his lips before shaking his head and moving on. He's a tough guy you hear?)

The way it bends and curves around clothing, his fingers, anything ~ like I said his metal is flexible enough for him to move almost like normal. Enough to pull those way-too-attractive and very unnecessary poses as he shoots, or threatens to. But it doesn't act the same. It doesn't squish slightly under tighter clothing, making the skin puff ever so slightly either side of whatevers obstructing it's usual gorgeous curve. It doesn't leave indents afterwards either. And he loves the way yours does that, his metallic fingers twitching slightly with the urge to squish it himself.

(addition because HEHE ~ I like to think he's a boobs and an ass guy, well he's an all of you guy, tbh, but: he likes boobs the most, or tends to them, because they're in front when he's talking or doing other very fun things, and he can see the way they squish and bulge under his fingers easier.)

Spreading moisturiser onto you ~ okay, so he loves the way it squishes and moves under his touch. That naturally shifts to when he sees you spreading cream or any products you use on your skin, especially your body other than your face. He wants to watch the skin move subtly under his direct movements, the cream making his metal slightly slick and slide softly against you. It's so intimate, and often he's not even thinking about the sexual implications that could be applied here, just enjoying not only the feel and sight of your skin, but helping you do something, tending to you and your body which he adores.

Saying that, I think his perception of bodies might have shifted too. The man decided to change his own, seeing his body as a tool. And while it is deep rooted in survivors guilt and vengeance, I think it would have likely rubbed off on his perceptions of bodies in general. Now I don't think he'd view yours as a tool the way he does his, no. Quite the opposite perhaps. He sees it as almost a vessel for you, a 'temple' but in a practical sense. It's the thing that keeps you here, represents you, enables you. Therefore it must be looked after, treated with upmost care and respect, like a well used and well cared for piece of equipment, which it essentially is. But also not in a dainty goddess type of way, I feel. He's a strong man, a hardened one, taught respect for life and the strength and beauty of life, and taking it, from a young age. And he knows how quickly it can be taken away. So he sees your body that way, too, as strong, capable, but less so than his ol' metal one. Cute :3

Biting ~ okay back to the stuff that doesn't make me feel like crying - he likes to nom on your skin. The feel of it bending underneath his sharpened teeth, the act itself just being so him and cheeky. He won't hurt you, unless it's an accident or you ask him to, though he might need some convincing. But he just likes nibbling you like a puppy with their baby needle teeth. Is he teething permanently? Maybe. You don't mind.

Falling asleep on you and then tracing the faint imprints left by his plates ~ that's the point. He'll wake up all sleepy, you still tucked underneath him, and shift slightly, moving his arm or middle that was rested cosily onto you, the plates now warmed from your body heat, and notice the faint lines across your skin that the indents of his metal pieces left. There is a small cheeky flash of hehe-i-made-those in his little sleepy grin as he'll trace them with his fingers, trying not to wake you up.

Ultimately - the way your skin moves, the imperfections across it, the way it feels, they remind him you're alive. Something he felt he parted with a long time ago. And fudge me sideways he'd rather keep it that way.

[writhyv]

⋆｡°✩ jake and his heart beating for you

would you kiss me? | sim jaehyun x male!reader

pairing: jake x male!reader

genre: fluff, highschool!au

words: 2.8k

notes: i have been falling faster for jake these past few weeks so I just had to write this down ... i hope you guys appreciate jake as much as i do 😭💙💙

"Is he sleeping?" Joey moved an inch closer as she finally got to her seat.

"Ugh, don't even ask me." Sunoo rolled his eyes as he grabbed a hot corndog from Joey's hand. "He's been like that since he got here."

Clearly, Joey had brought some goods from the snack stands, and she took a good look at your figure again.

"Are you sick or som-?"

"I'm not!" You defended, your voice barely above a whisper. "Shh!"

"Sir, did you just 'shush' me?!" Joey acted mock-offended, settling into her seat with some force.

"I think he did." Sunoo smirked, looking at you with a devious side-eye.

"Ugh, what are you two on about now..." You continued to shrink yourself in your seat, trying to blend into the crowd.

"Take that off!" Joey grabbed the large overcoat you'd wrapped around your body.

"Ah!" You yelped, clutching the coat tightly.

"Ugh, about time!" Sunoo raised his hand for a high-five, and Joey reciprocated with a grin.

"Hey!" You spoke, looking at your two best friends. "Are you two ganging up on me?"

The two snickered, their eyes gleaming with amusement.

"He's totally mad." Joey whispered.

"He's definitely fuming." Sunoo spoke quietly.

"I'm still here!" You tried to pinch their ears, earning yelps from both.

"Ow ow, let it go!" Joey spoke, squirming away.

"Ahh! You!!!" Sunoo tried to remove your finger before you let him go.

"Now, are you two finished?" You crossed your arms, grabbing your overcoat from Joey.

Sunoo retreated to his seat, rubbing the part of his ear you'd pinched. Joey shot you an obvious question.

"So Jake-?"

"AAAAAAA!" You interrupted, clearly in a situation.

"Don't even." Sunoo spoke, waving his hand dismissively.

Joey looked at Sunoo, then back at you. She observed you and knew immediately what was going on.

"Oh, you two talked, didn't you?" Joey looked at you, her intuition sparking.

Sunoo sat up and gasped. "You did?!"

"H-how d-?"

"Mr. ACTING president, I can literally tell what you're all about right now." Joey smugly raised her chin towards you, pointing to the field. "It's obvious you like hi-?"

"AAAAA!!!" You tried to scream, covering your ears.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic!" She spoke.

"But he doesn't want to admit it." Sunoo took a good look at you, shaking his head earnestly. He couldn't take it anymore. "Honestly."

"I just!" You tried to speak. "Why m... me? Argh!"

The two looked at you, then at each other.

"That's what you're worried about?" Joey shot you an almost indignant look. "For real?!"

"He's having a crisis." Sunoo inhaled deeply. "He thinks Jake's just messing with him."

"That or he's being genuine." Joey adjusted herself in her seat. "You can tell he's trying to impress you."

And you couldn't help but agree. For all the times you'd encountered Jake, he'd always tried. One way or another, he was trying his best to get your attention.

And now, he definitely had your gaze.

"I'm just..." You shrunk in your seat again. "I'm just a guy, you know?"

"Oh, shut it and be confident!" Sunoo pulled you out of your chair, forcing you to cooperate unwillingly. "And sit properly; you're the ACTING school council president!"

"Aaaaaargghhh..." You groaned. That's all you could do.

And now, you couldn't take him off your mind. Especially that golden smile he seemed so proud to show off in front of you.

Joey, knowing you were feeling overwhelmed by these new emotions, tried to settle you down.

"Listen, if you can't bear the Jake-ness of it all-?"

"The what?"

"The Jake-ness."

"Oh. Psh." Sunoo retorted.

"What?" Joey looked at him.

"Continue." Sunoo flapped his hand dismissively.

"Okay, anyways... You should try and distract yourself with the game right now. The committee didn't elect you to just do nothing, right?" Joey tapped your back, letting you breathe for a second.

That's right. You were tasked and obliged to attend the game as the ACTING student council president. It wasn't a big deal to get in as yourself, but people were paying close attention as you did your duties. You sat up straight, realizing this. You weren't just here for one reason.

"That's right..." You sighed. "I'm weird, aren't I?"

"We know." The two shared the same sentiment.

"Hey!" You pouted. "You're not supposed to agree with that."

"But you're our weirdo." Sunoo smiled.

"So be weird all you like. Mister Weirdo." Joey poked your cheek, rolling your eyes.

In a way, it comforted you. To have these friends by your side. But of course, they couldn't help you take Jake off your mind. They even seem supportive of it ... too supportive even. You tried to relax your back on the leather covered seat, waiting for the game to start.

Suddenly, the whistles were blown. That was the sign of the teams' entrance for the championship.

In this match, whoever won would make it to the state championships. Calling it a big deal was an understatement. It was a HUGE deal. Especially since the opposing team was supposedly stronger than in previous years.

"And ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome them to the stage. Last and not least, the Peterson Saints!" A loud roar erupted from your side of the field. As much as this was your home court, the crowd couldn't help but yell their hearts out, seeing their pride and honor.

And there he was, beaming with his golden smile—Jake Sim. The Prodigy of the Ages, The Golden Ace, and the MVP for the 3rd consecutive year. All those monickers and titles bore his achievements and qualifications. He was truly something special.

Yet you could look at him with such a look. Out of all the people in this world, this one? This lucky guy who deserved a better person was in love with you? You had to laugh.

Why couldn't you believe that maybe this was the universe appreciating you? All these thoughts lingered in your head.

As if by chance, Jake spotted you quickly and smiled wide, waving his hand. Clearly, he'd expected to see you. He was beyond excited to have you there.

And that broke you. You could only smile back and wave, feeling chills down your spine. He really did want you to see him.

He eyes-locked with you, as if saying, "Watch me." And that you did.

The Peterson Saints took their positions on the field, and the game began. The opposing team, the Ironclad Titans, was known for their aggressive plays and solid defense. Jake, as the captain, called out plays to his teammates, his voice clear and confident. The crowd roared as the game started, and the energy on the field was electric.

"Keep them grounded, we can't let them breach us early!" Jake commanded, his teammates getting into their positions.

The first half was intense. The Titans were relentless, pushing the Saints to their limits. Jake, however, was a force to be reckoned with. He dodged tackles with ease, his movements fluid and calculated. But despite his efforts, the Saints were struggling to keep up. The Titans' defense was impenetrable, and by halftime, they were leading by a significant margin.

While halftime was up, Jake noticed one of his teammates, Bush, flipping over like a pillow in the middle of the field, or at least, that's what he was acting like.

"Bush, you good?" Jake panted, reaching out his hand towards the other.

"Get a life." Bush swatted Jake's hand, standing up by himself.

Jake couldn't just react then and there, but that really felt awful. Still, he has to go, and so he did.

As the teams headed to the locker rooms, tensions ran high. Jake's teammates were frustrated, and some were on the verge of giving up. That's when two of the players, Bush and Trell, started undermining Jake's tactics, blaming him for their poor performance. They accused him of being too selfish and not trusting his teammates enough, even though at best, they themselves couldn't really contribute anything on the field at all.

"You were hogging the ball!" Trell shouted. "Or worse, passing it down to these newbies!"

"He was trying to get it to score, you dumbass!" Another teammate seemingly defended Jake's actions, with more agreeing in unison.

"Well, we don't see it that way!" Bush stands tall, trying to put some intimidation onto the others. "Buttering yourself up for another win?"

One of Jake's teammates ultimately wanted to punch the guy, but Jake stopped him as soon as he lifted his fist.

"No," Jake mouthed.

Ever the leader, Jake didn't let their negativity get to him. He listened calmly, then addressed the team with a steady voice.

"We can do this," he said. "We just need to work together. Trust each other, and trust the plays. We've trained for this."

His words inspired the team, and they returned to the field with renewed determination. The second half was a completely different story.

The Saints fought back with everything they had. Jake led the charge, making incredible plays and encouraging his teammates. The crowd was on their feet, cheering wildly as the Saints slowly closed the gap.

"GO SAINTS GO!! GO SAINTS GO!! GO SAINTS GO!!" The crowd erupted in glorious cheers. Even you couldn't help but get your voice louder at the sound of it.

And Jake? One glance at your cheers was all he needed for a boost. The way your eyes closed as you tried to shout their team's cheer louder, or the way your voice was definitely getting higher as nerves almost popped from your neck, or even how excited you are jumping around and cheering for them? That was heaven for him, just to see you support and appreciate all of his and his team's hard work.

He loved that. And he loved you too.

"Good job, Saints!" Jake cheered with his hands towards his teammates. The others responded with the same sentiment, those closer to each other patting backs and hyping each other.

In the final minutes of the game, the score was neck and neck. The tension was palpable. Jake had the ball, and the crowd held their breath as he made his way down the field. With seconds left on the clock, he lined up for the final shot. The Titans' defense was tight, but Jake was unfazed.

"One ball..." Jake took a deep breath.

He looked closely at the goal, seemingly trying to get the aim at this second.

"One goal." He took his one last millisecond, inching away at the true kick.

With a swift, powerful motion, he released the ball. Time seemed to slow as it soared through the air, heading straight for the goal.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the ball scored, securing the Saints' victory. Jake was mobbed by his teammates, and the crowd chanted his name.

He'd done it again—the Golden Ace had proven his worth.

As the Saints celebrated their win, Jake spotted you in the distance. He mouthed, "I won!" with a wide, triumphant smile.

"You did!" You mouthed back, pride swelling in your chest.

"Thank you for coming." He mouthed again. "Backstage?"

You tilted your head, wondering what he meant. There was an area within the field called the backstage, where players and teams rested before the game. You nodded, knowing what he was implying.

"Okay!" You blushed slightly, wondering if this was something normal.

"Yeah!" Jake mouthed, before being carried away by his team.

You could only laugh as you left slowly, your best friends chuckling behind you.

"You two are seriously gonna be something else." Sunoo walked beside you.

"Definitely, I mean, that was too romantic." Joey spoke, walking backward in front of you.

"You guys, stop it." You chuckled. "I'm just proud. Nothing like that at all."

The two shot glances at you as you continued to walk.

"He's definitely into him now." Joey whispered.

"Don't tell me twice." Sunoo spoke, earning a hand chop to his shoulder.

As you took a seat on a nearby bench, you waited with bated breath for that one guy who'd led you here. The "backstage" wasn't a familiar sight, but it was large and extensive. Even the hallway was long enough to stretch across the field. It was a marvel at how lucky you were to study in this school.

"Glad you came."

"AAAAH!" Jake sprung up close, and you jolted in surprise. He flinched back, and you both laughed, cackling at the stupidity of the moment before calming down.

"Warn me next time!" You punched his shoulder playfully.

"Please! Your face was priceless." Jake continued to laugh, his hand on his face.

"Ugh, you!" You tried to speak, but the words failed to come out.

"You what?" Jake taunted with a smile.

"You..."

"Hmm?" Jake grinned.

"Stop it." You raised your hand.

"Stop what?"

"Stop doing this." You tried to walk back a bit, feeling bothered by the weather suddenly. That or by the temperature.

"Stop me from what?"

"Stop me from—"

Before you could finish, a warm kiss enveloped your lips. It was soft and comfortable, like a feeling of pure sweetness and love—all in one. You couldn't even fight it, even if you tried. At this point, your lips had already remembered Jake's embrace. It was as if they'd already accepted his touch, and you couldn't help but say yes to the feeling of being close to him.

"Mhh..." Jake smiled as he pulled away, his lips lingering for a moment.

"Hahh..." You tried to catch your breath, and Jake giggled at the sight.

"What?" You asked him, still wrapped in his arms.

"It's just..." Jake looked to the side, then faced you again. "You didn't flinch this time."

You rolled your eyes, giving him a look. "I'm just appreciating you. Can't I be charitable?" Your tone soaking in hot sarcasm.

"And I appreciate it." Jake smiled back. "You! I mean ... totally you."

With the personal space between you practically gone, Jake couldn't help but ask.

"So... you want me to try?" Jake asked, a subtle questioning tone laced in his voice. He was still unsure if you were all in with the whole 'loving you back' thing.

You sighed heavily. "I didn't want to think about it, you know?"

"Huh?" Jake tilted his head.

"The way I feel. Deny it." You expressed your emotions, your face contorting into slight stress. "That I don't deserve someone as good as you."

Jake looked at you with disbelief, clearly taken aback. "Hey! I'm not that special."

"But!"

"I don't want you to care about me being ... something, okay? Yes, I do want to impress you, but I don't want that to scare you too." He held your hand.

"Sometimes, I long to hold someone rather than a trophy."

Your heart stung a bit at that. It felt like you were scared, but of course, you never just paid all your attention at anyone's achievements. You wanted to know the people beyond the surface. As much as you tried to not think of it, you knew just how hardworking Jake was, and you didn't want to interfere. But in this new light, you saw a deeper side of him.

You were seeing his real self. That he was willing for you to see it.

"Jake..." Your hands crept up to his shoulders, comforting him in a way.

"I want to date you. Eventually, love you too." Jake smiled. "I don't want these feelings to just go away because I've never felt so much in my life before."

You looked into his eyes. Seeing him being so earnest just ... melted you right then and there. It was a sight to behold.

"I want to love someone I can genuinely be with, without pretenses." Jake held your hands tighter. "And it doesn't matter if you're a guy who's got me going. Nothing changes."

Tears started flooding your eyes at that moment, with Jake noticing sooner. He then raised his gentle fingers to wipe them away.

"Look at you." Jake gazed at you lovingly. "Such a pretty man, no?"

You could only laugh, wiping your own tears yourself. "You too, Jake. You're too beautiful for this world."

"I am, huh?"

"Yup." You booped his pretty nose.

"Then..." He asked with a slight blush. "Would you kiss me?"

"Again?" You tried to scoff at him.

"Mhm." His puppy eyes. His damn puppy eyes...

"Okay..."

And in one final moment, you laid your lips onto his, lingering almost a second longer than before. This time, it was slow, easy, and a little bit lasting.

Jake took a good look at you once more and asked an important question.

"Are we dating now? Or should I just make you my boyfriend?" He asked bluntly.

"Pftt!" You laughed in front of him. "Already? We haven't even done anything!"

"Oh!" Jake pondered for a second. "Should we do 'that' then?"

You shot him a glance. "THAT?! Get yourself together! We just got to this point!"

"Got it, we'll chill for the moment." Jake agreed, his mouth hanging wide at that. "I'll prepare myself for it then." Clearly, he was still uneducated at how these things worked, being with someone he liked and all.

"So, be my boyfriend?" He muttered, his lips pursing through.

"Although I wouldn't mind, dating comes first." You spoke back.

"Got it." Jake nodded in gratitude. "Then boyfriend after."

"I mean ... If you're comfy, why not?" You replied. "I mean the boyfriend bit. If you're comfortable with it, just call me that right now."

"Okay!" Jake giggled at the thought. "I love you, my boyfriend~"

You rolled your eyes, feeling stupidly in love with this guy. Was this really true, or was he just putting on an act to disarm you? As if it really mattered. When he was hugging you tightly and you could feel every beat of his heart, you were definitely doing fine.

"I love you too, Jakey." You mumbled softly, reddening Jake's cheeks easily. He was totally caught off-guard with that nickname.

THAT WAS A RIDEEEEEE and like ... i love jake so much ... I WILL WRITE MORE OF HIM AAAAAAA

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While I was at the GOW cast panel I got to meet Eric Williams!! He loved my Heimdall stuff so much he texted it to Scott Porter!! (Heimdalls VA and motion capture actor) Omg I'm in Scotts phone hallelujah...once I was outside getting ready to leave I saw Eric again and asked where Scott was, and he showed me his response to my custom shirt and gjallarhorn omg u guys..he said "that's rad!" AAAAA

ANYWAY UMM ASIDE FROM THIS AMAZING THING we were literally in the front row! Whenever the cast panel gets posted online you'll see the back of my head, I was literally like 6 feet in front of Matt Sophos and both Kratos' I cant believe it.

Everyone was super kind and I loved watching the playful banter between Christopher and TC. Sunny remembering his favorite fan interaction and it being about Takis had me in tears. I also asked Robert (Brok) what a juicy nokken was but I don't think he remembered that line from Ragnarok. I forgot to ask Matt what it was as well because I was so distracted. Anyway sorry for just posting this now I was super tired lol

[ryoshiwaah]

chapter 14: mistletoe pt.1

a/n: aaaaa sorry for the late post. I had a cold and coughed my soul out for the whole week. Now my teeth hurt but I'm fine overall. This chapter makes me miss my delulu phase sm. Hope you enjoy it, love you guys, take care🩵🩵🩵.

December 2022, a year after Y/n debuted with aespa and a few months after NewJeans’ debut

“What’s your favorite holiday?”

“I don’t know, probably Christmas.” 

Minji’s voice was unsure and her body shook a little from the cold. Playing all day in the snow was a bad idea, but Y/n was now snuggled up to her side, eyes closed and soft snores coming out of her mouth, so maybe it was worth something.

There was a silence interrupted only by the creaking of the fireplace, a peaceful moment that made Minji relax her shoulders maybe too much – “Quit moving…” the sleepy girl grumbled in slight annoyance.

A soft smile tugged at the corner of Minji’s lips, her best friend hugged her side again, adjusting her position so that her head rested on the older’s lap.

Almost like a natural reflex, Minji’s hand caressed Y/n’s hair, her fingers twirled the locks gently.

“I’m tired.”

“We should go to bed then, it’s…” Minji looked up at the clock, it hung perfectly above the fireplace, blending with the family photos.

She was there too, there was this one colored frame that she gifted Y/n during their first Christmas together: little Minji arranged it by sticking some white chopsticks together and painting them with watercolors. It was ugly, but she remembered her friend’s excited face when she saw it for the first time.

Y/n was never hard to please, that’s why she received gifts a child would whine about later: clothes, clothes, perfumes, more clothes… the only “fun thing” she ever gotten, that Minji remembered, were a pair of walkie talkies.

They used it when one of them was grounded and stayed up all night talking about the dumbest things, just children being children. But once Y/n lost hers during a school field trip they stopped using them and switched to sneaking out together.

That’s why Minji put a lot of effort into Y/n’s Christmas gifts, making sure to wrap them in colorful paper, putting goofy stickers here and there and writing little notes. 

“2:13 am.” The now not so sleepy girl spoke, startling her friend.

“Yeah…” – “I got distracted by that old frame…You still have it.”

“It gives a happy touch to those sad and boring ones.” 

“You look identical.” Minji whispered, not realizing how close her friend was now. Both their bodies were squished one against the other, Y/n chuckled, attracting the other girl’s attention.

She observed how the sound of her laugh left her mouth – for the second time in her life Minji was sure of being in front of perfection herself, the first being years prior, when she met her.

It was Minji’s 11th birthday, so her parents decided to celebrate it at Jang’s Diner, the place owned by Y/n’s family. Adults from her mom and dad’s side of the family flooded the party, chatting among themselves, laughing and paying little to no attention to the birthday girl.

The kid, annoyed and bored, explored the place in search of a silent room, somewhere she could be alone in peace. 

She opened a door, one that surprisingly led outside of the diner; Minji was a bit scared of the dark area, she could spot a dimly lit car and some metal fences. She was about to go back when a small laugh made her turn around.

A little girl, maybe around Minji’s age, was playing with one of her birthday’s balloon, tossing it up in the air and catching it as it flew around.

She stared at her, that laugh was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.

“Birthday girl?” The little girl inquired, walking up to Minji with the balloon in hands. 

“Minji, not birthday girl.” She corrected, still staying at the edge of the door. 

“Hmm… Minji, Minji… Oh— Kim Minji? The new kid?”

“I'm not new. I lived here before you were born.”

True, she and her family lived in the old town since her brother was born, but for family reasons they traveled to Seoul just after Minji finished kindergarten.

“Your birthday isn't an excuse to be rude, if you act like that to the other kids they won't be your friends.”

“I don't need friends. I'm fine on my own.”

The younger girl laughed again, a sincere, pure sound that blessed Minji's ears. 

“Don't be silly! Everyone needs friends!”

She took a step forward, leaving the balloon on the ground to shake the birthday girl’s hand. Despite the warm weather, Y/n's hands were cold. 

Minji shivered but didn’t dare to step back, scared the happy might disappear. 

“I'm Jang Y/n and I'll be your friend, even if you're rude.”

And without realizing it, both girls earned a lifelong friend…or girlfriend, only the stars know.

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“Come onnn don't leave me alone, you know I'm scared of the dark!”

The girl said a bit too loudly, forcing Minji to close the door behind her with a pout. 

“I told you I'm staying, I was closing the door to prevent your loudness from waking up the whole house.”

Her steps were careful on the wooden floor, now wanting to trip on her friend's flip-flops, the shoes abandoned here and there. 

“That sounds so bad, oh my god.”

“You're a pervert.” Minji said with a stern tone, as she laid down next to Y/n. She looked up at the ceiling. 

Her eyes didn't dare to falter while her head refused to move, knowing already that the girl’s  gaze was locked on her. 

As if reading her mind, Y/n’s hand made her way to Minji's cheek, gently tilting her head towards her own. 

“I'm more interesting than the ceiling.”

Minji shivered again due to the cold hand, her breath caught itself in her throat when they locked eyes. 

“I should apologize then.” her voice was a whisper in the silent room, the spark of tension creating the perfect atmosphere, one they both had been searching for years: a moment of peace.

“I'll kick you out of the bed if you don't.”

The more she got teased, the more her control spiraled down an infinite rabbit hole. 

There was no doubt in Minji's mind, she adored Y/n, and maybe even more that she would like to admit. 

“There's a mistletoe hanging from your ceiling.” 

She actually noticed it way before entering the bed, but stayed anyway deciding not to point out the hanging plant. If Y/n knew she would say something.

But Minji was impatient and had to know if her friend was aware of it. 

“I know, but we don't follow traditions here, do we?.” Again, that idiotic teasing tone.

“I want to start now.”

Minji’s tone was assertive, determined, but there was a glint of fear behind her confident eyes that was used by Y/n as an opportunity to tease her even more.

“Will you kiss me?”

A smirk was etched on the younger girl’s face, her breath was hot on Minji’s face.

“I…” She was hesitating, but when will a moment like this ever happen again?

“I will kiss you.”

Silence. An awkward silence broken by a snort, Y/n quickly covered her mouth to stop herself from bursting into laughter.

Minji on the other side was pouting, offended by her friend not taking her words seriously. She was going to kiss her sooner or later.

“Don’t laugh, I’m trying to be cool here.”

“Sorry– Sorry! You sounded so funny, I couldn’t help but laugh.”

Minji sighed, it was more of a huff, as she looked back at the ceiling, trying to ignore and forget the interaction as soon as possible.

“Now don’t avoid me, I want you to kiss me.”

“I don’t want to anymore.” The raven girl said in a childish tone, going as  far as to cross her arms over her chest.

Y/n pouted too, the fact that she didn’t get her kiss yet was outrageous, unprofessional and unethical.

She straddled Minji’s lap, gripping the hoodie she was wearing over her pjs.

“Y/n what the fu–” 

“Kiss me.”

“Huh?”

“You said you’d kiss me but I’m still waiting.”

And that was the last sentence ever spoken that night. The girls kept using their lips, but they were pressed one against one another. Minji was now sitting up, her back pressed against the headboard while her hands were resting on Y/n’s thighs.

The younger girl held Minji’s cheeks in her own hands: she felt like holding the world, her world.

After what felt like hours, the two pulled away, heavy breaths filled the room. 

“I love you.”

Y/n breathed out without thinking, her cheeks reddened at the realization of what she said. Trying to back away she mumbled a panicked apology – “Me too.” Minji quickly spoke, her tone was full of fondness and longing.

She pulled Y/n closer to ease her worries.

“I love you too.”

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[rhea-is-bored-again]

please ponyboy dating hcs pls 🙏

ofccc!! here u go.

ponyboy dating hcs!!

~yall SO met in class

~he saw you and said hell yes

it was the first day of school, the period right after lunch so people were still chatty.

ponyboy looked around shyly, before his eyes stopped on you, laughing with your friends.

he really wanted to get to know you, just by your smile and the way you talked with your friends and even strangers, made him want you to talk to him like that too.

~and yall got paired for a project, that's when you started becoming friends because yall had so much in common!!

~he finally worked up the courage to tell you how he feels (as a poem obviously) and asked you to the drive in.

you made your way to the metal bleachers as the note instructed, glad that no one else was around.

your heart was still reeling at the poem that..."pb" wrote you.

"i heard no music

the music was you

all love songs were true.

meet me behind the bleachers

-pb"

so you looked around the pillars, and saw ponyboy sitting on the ground, a book in his lap as he waited.

you smiled and nudged him with your shoe. "whatcha reading?"

he immediately looked up, slamming the book shut and flushing a light pink.

"nothin'. get my note?"

"wouldnt be here if i didnt."

he got up to see you face to face, and his eyes took in the person he loved.

"well...?"

"yes."

he looked at you expectantly when you responded with those three letters, hoping that it meant what he hoped.

"yes, ill be your girl. wow, you're cute."

he was red for the rest of the day, giddy asf when he got home.

~once yall were official, you guys were literally a power couple. like nerd x popular yknow??

~AAAAA you guys would secretly cuddle and kiss and stuff in his room and try to be slick about it so darry wouldnt catch you

~soda thinks it's so cute that his baby bro has a girl now

~soda woda is ur number one shipper !!

~darry is more worried about ponyboy being distracted by you rather than you being a bad influence on him.

~and the gang teases you two sooo much

~omgg and you guys go to the drive in together sharing a bucket of popcorn and YOU FEED HIM CANDY AWW

~lot's of cutesy little hand holding that makes him blush

~guys let's be real tho, he wouldnt actually kiss you until you hit the 1 year mark

~other than that, it's you who kisses his cheek and forehead

~you guys are very cute fs fs

a/n: i need a nerd sweetheart like ponyboy. 😔

[adhdbisexualramblings]

I really like your Bill Regressor headcanons! Have you thought about a scenario where you describe the circumstances under which Ford was able to positively make him regress? I'd be curious to hear more about that!

Aaaaa thank you!! I’m glad people enjoyed them!

I have thought of that scenario, actually! And I will now give it to you in story form! It’s long so I’m putting it under the cut.

(The story takes place during The Book of Bill’s “drunk karaoke session” (spoilers by the way), meaning that there will be alcohol use and also regression while drunk (Bill has problems). As stated before, Bill’s regression is not typical. His regression is very subtle. I’m hoping I wrote it adequately. :) )

(I also got WAY too into the pre-regression part so apologies regarding that-)

(A quick note: I am aware the Bill and Ford are not great relationship-wise. This story isn’t saying that they are, only that they had good moments together. I’m writing this as a what-if scenario based on headcanons - do with that what you will.)

Title: What a Night

Another knight hops across the board to tear into a bishop with its newly acquired sharp teeth.

“Bill-!” The laugh in Ford’s voice couldn’t be clearer as the horse-shaped piece happily chews its opponent. “That’s not valid!”

“That’s a regular move in inter-dimensional chess! I think you’re just a sore loser.”

Bill swirls his glass and takes a sip himself before offering it to Ford, who takes it gratefully to drink a larger portion. The glass never empties.

“God, you mix a good drink.” He praises with a content sigh, slumping further into the comfortable velvet seat.

“They don’t call me the “universe’s best bartender” for nothin’, you know!” Bill blinks once and leans across the chessboard, knocking over a few pieces, “Wink!”

Stanford grins. He moves to grab a rook and jerks back when it snaps at his finger. He laughs joyously and retries.

“Well, I was Jersey’s best chess player for nearly a decade straight,” to the kids that would play against him, which weren’t many. Still, Ford boasts, “and I can’t assess your bartender thing - I don’t get out into the inter-dimensional bars too often, but you…your drink was…oh, boy,” he giggles, already feeling tipsy. Bill laughs loudly at that; it echoes through the Mindscape.

After many, many, chess rounds that ended in ties, the two companions are more wasted than ever.

“No, Bill, we’ve played We’ll Meet Again five times already.”

Bill pokes an accusatory finger at Ford, hogging their one microphone.

“Shhhut it, IQ. You - you just have terrible taste. ‘K?”

Ford huffs but lets the karaoke happen. He crosses his arms and waits on their couch while Bill slurs the lyrics, completely unaware of his  own volume level. Still, he seems to be enjoying himself. The music in the Mindscape stops. Bill droops in place as soon as it does, microphone dangling in his loose fingers. Singing his heart out to Vera Lynn each and every time probably wasn’t a great idea.

“…OK, I’m bored. Your turn.”

Ford catches the microphone tossed his way and grins widely. Bill replaces his spot on the couch, wiped out. He sighs deeply and adjusts his hat as Ford decides. All Bill needs is a little more pep, he’s sure of it. Hell, he’ll offer some to Fordsy, too. With a clunky wave of his hand, Bill’s “Myoclonic Jerk” appears in his hand. It wobbles in his lax grip before he grips it with both hands and chugs what would be the whole glass if the drink wasn’t infinite. A fuzzy feeling wraps around Bill instantly, and he’s too distracted to realize it’s more than the buzz of alcohol.

“Hey, Sixer!” He leans forward and holds up the glass double-handed like a trophy. Ford whips around from the handy little song selection screen. His eyes fall on the drink. He stumbles closer to the couch to take it.

“Hey, wo-oah, smaller sips.” Bill advises without much actual danger attached to it, clearly amused. He snaps his fingers, popping the drink out of existence after Ford’s share. Ford blinks at his empty hand in confusion, making Bill laugh again. It’s closer to a giggle this time. Ford gathers himself in time to glance at the selection screen.

“Oh, I picked som-something. C’mere.”

Bill floats up, finds himself unsteady, and conjures his cane to “help” him keep his balance despite the fact that the cane is no help at all. He stumbles some and giggles. Bill twirls the cane poorly, squinting at the screen.

“Disco Girl?”

Ford’s drunkenness doesn’t stop him from being self-conscious, it seems. He chuckles with a hesitant smile.

“It’s admittedly catchy.”

Bill crinkles his eye into a grin, bouncing a little.

“Hey, I’m stellar at keeping secrets, Fordsy!”

The song plays.

Saturday night is a night alright Time to groove till the morning light..

Bill knew of Ford’s guilty pleasure for the pop group, but the way he sang with such carefreeness for the entire three minutes had even the triangle surprised. Ford was similarly surprised and overjoyed when his companion also knew the lyrics.

At some point, Ford gets into the groove of the song and starts dancing along. Bill, also plenty giddy, follows suit.

Ford laughs between lyrics, a grin lighting up his features - the laugh booms around the Mindscape. It’s bright, hearty, and from the belly. Bill takes a moment to address the warm pit that laugh leaves in his body. He grins again and gets closer.

Their dancing stays separate for the most part, until Bill slings a hand around Ford’s shoulder and Ford grazes his hand long enough for Bill to feel it.

Bill freezes at the touch. Ford doesn’t, perfectly content. Slowly, Bill takes his hand away to stare at it with a wide eye. The part where Ford’s warm hand had touched his buzzes softly.

The fuzzy feeling from the alcohol and other factors increases. Bill blinks. An odd feeling wells up the longer he keeps thinking of the touch. He’s thinking so much that he doesn’t notice the song end.

“-Bill?” The voice calls.

The addressed demon blinks again - must’ve spaced out. He keeps his touched hand suspended and looks to Ford. The human stopped dancing a while ago and realized his companion had looked off.

Ford must have gotten concerned, Bill realizes. It makes Bill feel…nice.

He finds he wants something from Stanford. It’s not the portal or eternal servitude; Bill knows that’s not it. It ties to the fuzziness he’s been feeling. He decides to figure it out.

He grins and laughs, not fake in the slightest.

“Hah! Do that again!” Bill thrusts his hand to Stanford, the implication being clear as day in his mind, which is starting to feel even happier.

“…Do what?” Ford asks with an owlish blink. He looks down at Bill’s hand and looks to his own six-fingered one, gears turning. It finally clicks, “Hold your hand?”

Seeing nothing wrong with it and susceptible to suggestions, Ford fulfills the request and bring his hand to clasp it around Bill’s smaller one.

The warmth from Ford travels up Bill’s arm and only adds to the warmth in the rest of his body. Bill blinks silently again. Oh. Wow, that felt…comfortable?

Bill slips.

Without registering what he’s really doing, he leans into Ford and grips one of his fingers with his hand, moving to sit on his shoulder. Ford makes a little noise of confusion, to which Bill only giggles at. In a second, all the alcohol is figuratively flushed out of Bill’s system as his earlier excitement dies. Ford frowns.

“Bill? Are you alright?”

Bill gathers himself with a chuckle, “Pfft. Of course I am, Fordsy.” He lies.

Bill’s getting oddly sleepy. He was used to this tiredness, however; it went hand-in-hand with the fuzzy feeling. He squeezes Ford’s finger tighter, which doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Y’know what? It’s been a long night,” Bill starts, temping down the slight fog in his mind.

“…Has it?” Ford asks confusedly. Even intoxicated, he notices the behavior switch in his muse.

“O-oh, sure!” Bill finds that he’s unusually tired. It must’ve been the alcohol’s effect. He hopes his stammer isn’t noticeable, “I mean, this stuff’ll give ya a heck of a hangover.” He laughs falsely again, snapping his fingers.

Their couch immediately turns into a simple, cozy-looking, bed. Ford stares at it oddly.

Bill leaves Stanford’s shoulder but doesn’t let go of his hand. It gives him too much comfort.

“C’mon, kid. Let’s get you to bed.”

Without waiting for an answer, Bill physically pulls Ford toward the bed with impatience. Stanford stumbles at the sudden movement but follows anyway out of curiosity. He falls on the sheets, Bill falls after him.

It’s unsurprisingly comfortable. Ford had been low on energy, but hadn’t realized how tired he had truly been until now. Not bothering to take anything off, he sprawls out over the blanket.

Bill, meanwhile, lightly kicks his feet off the edge of the bed, sitting near Ford’s stomach. His feet don’t even reach the bottom. Bill stares at them swinging with attention and an oddly childish look in his eye. He giggles quietly before noticing that Stanford has already lain down.

Bill moves to hold Ford’s hand again and crawls closer to quietly lay next to him. Ford’s coat is made of fabric that Bill just found out is really comfortable. He snuggles closer to his side, making sure that the human’s sleep in the Mindscape won’t take him back to the waking world before Bill wants him to. He’ll let Fordsy wake up when he’s sober again. That sounded much better.

Ford doesn’t let go of Bill’s tiny hand - maybe he’s too tired to notice. Bill sighs quietly and flutters his eye closed.

In one movement, the karaoke in the Mindscape starts playing a slow lullaby on low volume and the blankets suddenly cover both Ford and Bill comfortably.

Bill turns his eye into a mouth and shoves his thumb inside, sucking on it soothingly. He squeezes a sleeping Ford’s finger tighter as he himself dozes off.

[t1oui]

your hedric headcanons?

AAAAA ily for these asks oli (/p)

SO. hedric. tbh i don't ship this as much as i used to but back when i started getting into the FANDOM side of things this was one of my otps and i'm getting back into them so i have a lot of thoughts!!

harry is bi, cedric is trans & pan

cedric is obsessed with the color yellow and harry rarely wears colors, especially not bright ones, so whenever he's wearing cedric's clothes it's really obvious

they have matching friendship bracelets :D

cuddle time is sacred for them

they get super enthusiastic about each other's interests bc they love seeing each other happy

cedric's trans ass loses his shit every time harry calls him his boyfriend and harry KNOWS

many forehead & nose kisses for harry :>

(tell me why i completely was thinking of my muggle hs au until now... let's get some hogwarts hcs)

THE lovey-dovey couple during hogsmeade weekends

they love playing quidditch together IN THEORY but they keep getting distracted by one another

when cedric gets his first weasley sweater he cries and refuses to take it off for the next 6 months

they have matching sweatshirts... idk what's on them but they exist

ced's the type of guy to throw harry over his shoulder to carry him around

harry buys oversized hoodies & jumpers just so cedric can steal them

cedric and harry turned one of the closets in their flat into a cozy fort... ft fairy lights & bean bags & lots of fluffy blankets. harry goes in there if he's feeling overwhelmed and ced goes in if he's feeling overly dysphoric

they take turns being the big spoon

cedric loves making notes & drawings for harry... when harry's still in school after he graduates he sends him little drawings at breakfast, especially during the end of the year when harry's stressed about exams

(bc cedric lives wdym??)

(harry jumps in front of the killing curse and bc of the blood wards he survives... don't ask just go with it, this is my explanation for cedric surviving in a canon-compliant universe)

cedric feels a lot of pressure from his parents and harry always makes sure he knows he's more than enough

ok got a lil angsty there at the end but i'm going to leave that here! wow yeah ig i have a LOT of thoughts abt them...

ty for the ask !!!

[sashazakbun24]

THANK YOU ALL FOR 120 FOLLOWERS!! (121 actually-)

Seriously where are yall coming from?! /pos

Kinito and I are so grateful rn aaaaa!!! (i got distracted with other stuff so this took me by surprise-)

[satrs]

ok so this has just been a thought in my head that i wanted to share but like just imagine your boyfriend nagi has been playing games ever since you came to meet him so you wanted to distract by sucking him off while he’s playing 🤭🤭

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ AAAAA YES NONNIE TY FOR THE REQUEST AND HAVE A NICE DAYYY!!! &lt;3 Hope you didn't have to wait that long ^^

SUCKER FOR ATTENTION!

FEATURING; proplayer! Nagi x gn!Reader

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI!! oral(male recieving). cum eating.

WORDCOUNT; 0.5k ish (drabble)

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+[pro!player nagi]!

"Seiii'." Your dramatic whine gets drowned out by the sound of tapping and obnoxious gaming sounds as your boyfriend payed no mind to you, only humming to earn an answer.

Your pout got deeper as the white haired male was still busy with his phone, laying on his back as he held his phone up over his head, light of the device illuminating his face.

Ever since you came over to his place, he was still in the same position since then, not giving a single care in the world to his surroundings.

He was so selfish and mean. You especially came to see him in hopes of sparkling up your boring day, maybe even get some intimate time with him. But he doesn't even acknowledge you! Can't he see that you're just so needy for him?

"Sei' you're being really mean." Your pouty voice caused the man to sigh, giving you a spare glance. "How come?" You groaned dramatically at his dense brain, crawling your way to him until you hovered directly over his face, earning a frown as you blocked his vision.

"Y/N c'mon, move. I'm so close to the next stage." You complied with a sulk, sinking your head down onto his chest as an idea popped into your mind. If he didn't want to give you attention, then you must take it from him yourself.

You bit back a grin as you moved lower until you came face to face with his pants, hand sneakily rubbing his length with friction. you didn't receive a complaint but a small sigh instead, so you took it as a sign to continue.

Your hand sneaked it's way under his waistband, looking up at him to get any kind of reaction out of him as you teasingly stroked his semi-hard errection, smiling to yourself as you saw his dick twitch to life in your palm.

"Stop teasing." His voice made your eyes snap back at him, light chuckle errupting out of your lungs as you saw his slightly irritaded expression. "Oh so now I got your attention? Shut up and play your stupid game, Sei'."

He did as told with one small annoyed huff, causing you to send him a warning glare before you kitten licked his angry tip, dick twitching at the action. A smile played itself on your lips, lips soon embracing his dick into your hot mouth as you heared the man above you mutter out curses under his breath.

This only egged you on, taking more of his length in until your nose slightly brushed his public bone, unnocupied hand fondling his balls. You drew more and more sinful sounds out of him as the bopping of your head increased.

A low 'oh fuck' left his mouth as he felt the tight tunnel of your throat wrap ridiculously tight around his throbbing tip. With a couple more of your movements his hand grasped your head, nails slightly digging into it as he held your mouth down, game long forgotten.

His hot semen filled your throat, forcing your to swallow it. As he let go of your hair and you licked some of the remains from his now sensitive length, wiping your lips clean with a basic swirl of your tongue.

You starred up at his disheveled form, lightly cuckling as you captured yout lower lip between your teeth.

"Took you long enough, Sei'."

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

[yellowflowrs]

Hello! If I may ask, where did you get the idea of Carillonneur title for Sheep God in your Swap AU, if you haven't answer that yet? What inspired the design? What was the relationship between Carillonneur and the other Bishops? Friends, family, or sealed enemy? What's the Carillonneur's real name? Did Narinder ever found out, like in the game? What's the Carillonneur like in the cult after being defeated? What inspired Carillonneur to create the resurrection ritual in your AU? What skillset attacks and eldritch form did you give them?

Have a lovely day come to you, drink water and eat vegetables regularly! Love your AU and designs of it.

Hihihi!!!! ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪ The first bit of the question has already been answered so I’ll just relay what I said!! ;

I got the idea for the name, and design, from the term ‘For whom the bell tolls/the bells of death’, and I forgot to mention in the last ask that the term ‘pull wool over your (?) eyes’ was also an inspiration.

The ‘Bishops’ in The Swap AU haven’t been really expanded on yet, but the general idea is that the stand ins for the Bishops are called The Shepherds, The relationship they all had were more so like co-workers, not really friends nor family, and each of them had their own personal opinions about the others. But overall they did have a generally positive ‘workspace’ if you could call it that, up until The Carillonneur was sealed away (kinda like getting fired lmao) so the workspace is a bit more toxic now.

(How the Carillonneur feels specifically about them; Before they were chained The Carillonneur was fond of generally all of them, after getting chained they want to skin them all then pour salt onto the exposed flesh)

Though, if your talking about the OG bishops (that are now mortals), The Carillonneur views them as simple nuisances and distractions for Narinder

The Carillonneur’s real name is Hades (named after the god), Narinder only finds out when they reveal it during the final battle. No one can actually say the Carillonneur’s real name, as saying it will burn your tongue. It’s a spell that the Shepherds cast to make sure no one speaks of them.

After getting slingshotted into the cult, to say they were absolutely batshit feral would be a disgusting understatement since an already deranged, unhinged and insane god being put into a mortal form is NOT a great mix. To put it lightly they killed (and ate) a few people.

They had to be put in a straitjacket and muzzle with shackles around their hooves in a special cell for them for a good (and I do mean good) while. No one is allowed to be in their cell except Narinder. Narinder visits them frequently to give them food which they usually attempt to kick at him, readjust all their restraints, or just talk to them. He taunts them every so often and finds glee in watching them in such a state in a really strange way. yeah their relationship is really , really weird. I’ll get into it eventually maybe

Overtime, they loose the shackles around their hooves first, then the straitjacket, and then the muzzle, and Eventually after a couple of years The Carillonneur actually chills out enough to be properly released and gets a cool makeover. By chill out I mean they now don’t ACTIVELY try to disembowel everyone they see… but hey progress is progress and now Narinder has a 6’6 something ex god of death running around. On good days they participate in sermons and rituals and they get the job of… wait for it…… playing the carillon for the church……. 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥A💥💥AAAAA💥💥💥AAHH💥💥💥HH💥💥💥💥💥

They actually retain a bit of power and in the cult their status as the former god of death is known and they’re highly respected and simultaneously extremely feared, just as they like it. When dissenters or spies arise Narinder sends them to the Carillonneur as either something to rip apart or bones to grind their teeth on.

As for the resurrection ritual, I’m deciding if them creating it was actually as much as a big deal as it was with OG Narinder creating it, as The Shepherds may have different concepts than the Bishops do, so I don’t have a clear answer at the momentt,.,.. though if I do go down the route of resurrection ritual being as crucial as it was, The Carillonneur’s reasoning for it may be that they wanted to see if they could truly see where the boundaries were for them as the god of death, if they could find any loopholes in their power, and if maybe the bells of death could be rearranged to possibly toll the bells of life instead? Although , im not sure! :P

Ive posted their eldritch form, and if im understanding the term ‘skillset’ correctly then I haven’t quite decided yet as I only created their eldritch form recently. I guess they would have similar attacks to OG Narinder, only on steroids with tweaks here and there to their abilities. The general idea I have is that they’re very violent

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!! So so so so sorry for the very big info dump here and I apologise for any mistakes …. Geehahrhrhy

[sixerstanley]

A small headcanon I have is that Stan counts Ford’s fingers as a way to calm himself down!

In the show it’s shown he messed with his hands a lot, and I like to think it’s because when he was younger he used to mess with Ford’s hands to comfort/distract himself!! When he got older he started to do it with his own hands, but when him and Ford make up after weirdmaggdeon, Stan starts to fidget with Ford’s hands again without realizing it.

It’s okay, Ford doesn’t mind :))

- Woobie

@woobiedoovo THIS IS ADORABLE???? AAAAA????

ough. can you imagine when Stan does it for the first time after they've made up.....i can imagine ford blinking at him in awe and stan getting self conscious.....stan, red faced, moves his hands away but then Ford grabs his wrist and tells him to continue.....my heart....

thank you so much for sharing!!!

[kays-artstuff]

Studying has been kicking my ass since I'm so distracted, SOMEONE try explain why I'm casting int n = (int) (Math.random() * 21) 10) wrong. <- [this is actually correct, i replaced the 21 with 20 which makes the random number not inclusive which is why my dumbass self got it wrong before]

2 more days until midterms are over and I take a 24 hour nap before drawing again aaaaa

Anyways I've decided Macaque and wukong are actually around the same height but both of them hate that so they'll shapeshift(glamor?) Themselves to be ever so SLIGHTLY taller than the other.