#And for just. Generally being annoying with this

[burrowkit]

Okay, I just used google translate and just kind shrugged and said "well, for a cute thing, this'll do, but someone who knows Latin might be annoyed" so anyways. Enjoy!-

(Edit: In transparency, I googled supernatural creatures that protect humans. Google gave me a list, I saw the creature I saw and was like "oh absolutely, I can incorporate this, this'll work for me. I like this". Obviously, this list of suggestions was google's ai overview, sorry about that. I seriously need to save up and buy some supernatural encyclopedias)

"I already told you, I have no idea why my co-worker's car suddenly fell apart in the middle of the highway!" My palms slam on the table top between the detective and myself.

He narrows his eyes at me, so sure that the evidence he provided, yet another person I've fought with in the last month passed away, was his smoking gun.

He slams his palms on the table, standing tall but leaning close to my face. He's furious, this I can tell.

I'd say he's probably the only one who's survived to tell the tale. For a minute there, I swear, his eyes change, but I blink and...

Nothing. Back to the same deep, brown eyes, staring into my very soul.

"Everyone knows women are prone to picking less... direct approached when dealing with conflict," the detective reminds me. A Detective De'aur. "You could just as easily have picked an assassin of some sorts! Or talked to the mob!"

I stare at him, horror sinking into my skin. I slowly sink into my chair, trying to remember every ill thing I've said before. I shake my head, terrified. Because...

What if I accidentally was friends with someone who could do this? Who would do this?

"I-I," I begin, shaking all over, shaking my head once more. "It's not me," I force myself to look at the detective. "It's not," I insist sternly.

He stares me down for another moment, then he, too, descends into his chair. He runs his hands through his hair, shaking it out ever so slightly. I swear, gold seems to glimmer in the very strands of his hair as he moves under the awful light. "Miss Rose, do you have any contacts that might be interested in... guarding you, in return for any favours?"

"No," I shake my head. "No, of course not, I would know, wouldn't I? But I don't so-"

He holds out a hand, cutting me off. "It's alright, Miss Rose. It's possible that maybe this is an enemy? Maybe hoping we'll throw you in jail, and you'll be dealt with once and for all? Or a jealous ex?"

I shake my head. There's absolutely nothing important about me. Well, except being a teacher. I spend my days helping to teach the next generation of children how to handle the world.

I like to think I do a good job.

And when I'm not doing that, I tend to my garden. Primarily in the summer months when not at school, of course.

I even try and help protect the wild life.

"Any..." the detective trails off, glancing around the space. He leans in closer, dropping his voice. "Any um... strange occurrences around your home? Like... like scales?"

Scales?

I start to shake my head, then I pause, thinking it over. "Why... yes, there have been a few, pale pink scales lately. I just thought... I just thought they were flower petals. They are just flower petals, aren't they?"

The detective hums for a moment, as if trying to decide whether to tell me. He doesn't pull away. "I fear, Miss Rose, you may have picked up a dragon."

"I'm sorry, what?" I demand, pulling away.

How does that seem more plausible than me accidentally having ties with some nefarious people?

How does that explain Josephine, my next door neighbour who hated my attempts to save the planet?

Or Louise and her previously-mentioned car?

Or sweet Camilla, having a piano dropped on her head?

I mean, everyone knows in fictional stories, a piano falling on ones' head is usually a sign of a faction working in the area.

And an anvil! I mean, who drops an anvil!

I laugh, because what else am I supposed to do?

Detective De'aur continue watching me carefully as if... as if this wasn't a joke.

"I think I need to meet my cousins," he informs me, quietly. "And remind them not to make themselves known."

Cousins.

Themselves.

Oh.

Oh.

I stare at him, noting the small features that, for the better part of a month, made me think he was younger than his age. But instead...

He's likely so much older than any one here!

"Dragons... protect people?"

He nods, slowly. "It's a rarity, Miss Rose. Although, you seem to be kind. Your neighbour, Josephine, attempted to attack your garden. I assume that's what kicked this all off?"

I nod, remembering the night. When Josie came over, raving about how I was throwing the neighbourhood to the dogs. She even tried to destroy the various bird nests I kept protected in my backyard!

And with horror that that night... was the last night all the nests were there.

I had thought she came back, managed to destroy them after all.

I was wrong.

Your harassing neighbor dies. Then a bullying coworker dies in a crash. Within a month, people you’ve had bad blood with start dying. The police are watching you closely—but you haven’t done anything… at least, not that you know of.

[sourle]

I actually love the yearning touch au you made like nearly everyone dislikes or just don’t wanna be involved with the reader and that’s something I don’t see much people do! And do you think the reader will snap? Like from to much pressure, or when their being left to die?

Something amidst.

Tick tock tick—

WARNING: Gore, etc(THAT IDK HOW TO CALL SO FORGIVE ME IF I MISS ANY WARNINGS THAT I SHOULD'VE WROTE). I also didn't proof red these, so i apologize for any misspelled or mispronouns

Note: Snapping? Oh no, Dear Soup. No, no, no, no, no..

During one of the rounds, others would leave you behind whenever you hopped on a generator to go spawn knows where. Yet as the round progresses, you can't find where they are.

You limp, barely escaping death. You're low and bleeding from the wound Jason left on your body. You hope Jason did not follow you inside the mansion.

You sob, leaning on the walls near the closed door and sulk into yourself. The wound gasses and bleeds, you sadly don't have any medkit to patch yourself with.

With a heavy weak sigh, you slowly got up. Walking out the mansion careful not to be detected to try and find a medkit.

You hope and wish someone would find you and help, maybe Elliot? No— he would never help.

You reached the high mountain-like place, seeing Elliot and Builderman. Great, just great. Two people you hoped to avoid.

Builderman caught a glimpse of your limping form and furrowed his brows, watching as you climb up the steps to the top.

Upon reaching the top, Elliot let out an annoyed sigh but kept quiet as he sat next to the dispenser. You approached, sitting the opposite of where he sat. You could feel the glare burned on the back of your head and on your side, but you just ignore it, focusing more on resting and healing.

I'll just go once I feel a bit better.

Hearing a shuffle, you saw Shedletsky got to the top and once he met your gaze he put on a grimace but it quickly left his face. He turned to Builderman, mentioning how Chance and Guest is helping Dusekkar.

You decide to get up once you feel a bit better. Though you can't help but listen to them talk a bit longer. You listen as Elliot offers Shedletsky a pizza which he gladly took even as he has more health than you. You just shrugged it off and left. Hearing their relief sigh.

The timer was almost down, seeing as your cooldown finally gone you decided to help the two sentinel protect Dusekkar. Arriving at the graveyard, you took one glance at how tired Dusekkar was and heavily injured Guest is whilst Chance gamble away.

Quickly you took out your gun, aiming it precisely to stun Jason. Letting Dusekkar escape. And without a thank he left with Guest, though you don't understand why Chance lingered.

Seems like Jason precisely or knows how much weakness Chance has and turns his attention to the gamble addict. Chance would still gamble while being chased, he runs up you and—

SPLAT

You choked, feeling the burning pain of the machete making contact with your neck. Unfortunately, it didn't go through. Staying lodged into your neck, half way into cutting it.

Jason tilted his head before pulling it back with a quick motion, deepening the graze of the wound. Blood spray out from the gashing wound like a fountain. Some skins surrounding the wound were torn and some barely hanging.

You choked out bits of blood as it flowed out your mouth. Jason, oh seeing how sweetly nice to see you suffer, left you to bleed out and resume his chase with Chance who, I remind you, still gambles away with a blank face. Though you cannot lie he has bits of guilt etched at the corner of his lips.

You fell to the ground, covering the wound with your hand as if it would stop the heavy bleeding, draining your body from its source of oil.

The time ticked to zero, but— it didn't end.

You've had enough, your feelings were mixing with grief and agony. You just wanted to move on and yet the people around you treat you as if you're the same old you.

The hatred in their eyes and the disapproval glance would keep you awake at night. Spinning your head makes it hurt to the point you can't think of anything else other than your unwelcome presence.

You want to repay, you want it to end. You put more pressure onto your wound, finding the strength in your to get up.

Now. Do it. End it. STOP IT.

Shedletsky looks both confused and worried, the round supposed to end. And yet there they are, still in Yorick's resting place. The other ex-admin and the owner looks as confused as he is, they don't remember any extra rounds for today.

"Where are you?"

The words caught everyone's attention, it echoes through the map with an eerie underlined tone. It sounded familiar, yet he can't recognize it due to the gurgling over the voice, like they're chocking.

Taph was the first to recognize, his body shift with nervousness, hoping it was not the person he knew.

He watched as Builderman , Shedletsky, and Guest left the mansion— to investigate— leaving him with Chance and Elliot. Two time had left long ago.

At first he heard a shout, then screams followed by someone choking on something and Builderman running inside in a hurry. "Everyone go and run out through the ba—"

A sword, specifically Shedletsky's sword, penetrates through Builderman's eye socket. The eyeball hangs on the tip of the sword out of its socket. A glitch seems to seep into Builderman's body, covering his face as the sword was pulled back.

The said support limped before reanimated to life, judging it's due to the glitch. It stares.. no.. it watches Taph's and rest movements. Both Reanimated Shedletsky and Guest peeked on either side.

They're nothing but puppets controlled by the gui. Forced to hurt their once fellow survivors.

The rest didn't stand still as Elliot yelled for Taph to move it as he ran out the back door with Chance.

Taph turns back, the traps triggered by the reanimated corpse. He runs out, following behind Elliot's and Chance, he tries to keep up with their speed but he's slow from his worries. Where are you?

"There you are..!"

That familiar voice echoed and glitched from the owner behind him. It carries cold winter instead of the warm summer it used to have. The tone felt hard and not soft in the way they would always talk.

Taph slowly turns and there you are, standing, watching his movements. Your smile widens once you finally get their attention.

"Tap— THAT HURTS!!?!"

You screech as a bullet hits your head, you cover your face to try and regain your sight. Once you recovered from the injury you saw Chance behind Taph.

"oh. You're with them."

The next second was a blur, all Taph could describe was a chase before his end. The last thing he saw was their face, softening into guilt before they whisper in that ever so warm tone,

"I'm sorry."

[radioactive-alien-thing]

Wowz,im pretty early XD,Anyways uhhh,What are the survivors reactions when killer!Reader only becomes passive/non agressive when theyre favourite survivor is in the round?Even following them around and guiding them to medkits and bloxy colas,However when their not in the round they become EXTREMELY aggresive???

romantic if ya want:3

꒰ ❤︎ ꒱ forsaken survivors x killer!reader . *

!! thank youuu so so much nonny for the first request!!! yay!!! i love this trope SO much… RRRAAH!!! cheers to the first post guys 🍻 by the way, i only chose a few survivors, so if you guys enjoy this maybe there’ll be a part two!!! 👽

noob 👻

at first noob was very, very confused by your behavior. they mistook your mercy for a cruel trick to try and hurt them— but when they saw your passiveness around the other survivors, even when they tried provoking you? they started to grow… curious, rather than scared. it took a lot of time and effort to actually get to where you’re at now

considering all of the bloxy colas you’ve helped noob find, even medkits and other useful supplies, it’s no surprise that some of the other killers are starting to get annoyed by your favoritism for noob… but you just can’t help it, the spectre hasn’t COMPLETELY taken away all your humanity just yet. plus, you finally got to see them smile for once,, which was a strangely warming feeling.

most of the other survivors are… reasonably pretty terrified of you without noob there to pacify you, and that’s because of your less-than-gentle reputation,, but all you wanted to do was see your adorable favorite survivor!!! the others didn’t matter nearly as much, so why should you force yourself to treat them similarly?? though noob does get a little uneasy hearing the whispers around the campfire about the things you’ve done… it’s honestly a littleee hard for them to believe any of it. you just seem so different when they’re around. almost like you were just another survivor.

builderman 🧱

okay!!! so!! this one’s a little more complicated. builderman was never really scared of you, if anything he was more so intrigued. you weren’t like the others, ruthlessly aggressive and unrelenting. you were calm,, and almost… polite? and that just weirded him out a lot. his big question was simply, why? why not chase the innocent down, guard the generators, or even flinch when you’re stabbed. twice!! you didn’t fight back at all- he was skeptical. but builderman wasn’t afraid to come up and ask. still a little cautious, you know, just in case

your straightforwardness is what slowly made him start to trust you. maybe it was a mistake. maybe it was just a flicker of misplaced hope. because if you were so kind to him, and never laid a finger on the others, maybe… maybe he could save everyone. maybe they could all make it out. but when the others started whispering, warning builderman of what you were like when he wasn’t looking, how your disinterest shifted into a thirst for blood, he just couldn’t believe it. it didn’t make sense. and that was when it got dangerous. because he cared too much. far too much.

it put builderman in a very tough spot. he wanted to save everyone but you were such an anomaly. he knew you had nothing to gain from being so sweet to him, giving up easy kills just to let him walk free. so why would you go savage the moment his back was turned? obviously he didn’t want to lose the other survivors’ trust, but he didn’t want to lose yours, either. and, no, those sentries builderman sets up during your matches never really work. they’re always defunct. but nobody’s really caught on yet somehow.

chance 🎰

it was just his luck. a killer who latches onto him and becomes totally passive whenever he’s around… honestly? chance finds that amusing. maybe even a little flattering, considering how strong you are. but that didn’t mean he was totally comfortable, definelty not at first,, you were still on the other side. and that was a problem… then again, how much harm could a little chat with the weirdly friendly (and kinda cute) killer really do?

okay. welllll. turns out it was going to be KIND of a problem, because now you were practically clinging to him,, and it’s not like he was just gonna tell you to back off! chance sorta fed into it, actually. little flirty comments here and there, which usually caught you off guard. chance couldn’t understand how the others still didn’t trust you. to him, you were harmless, sickeningly sweet, even. the truth of it all was entirely obscured

and even when the other survivors pulled him aside to warn him about you, chance just laughed it off. you… bloodthirsty? and brutal? no way! honestly, they were probably just jealous. chance always had the best supplies, after all, thanks to you. which sort of gave him bragging rights. you had them right where you wanted.

divider by @/strangergraphics ^.^

[r0manceplanet]

Romantic Noli Headcanons

A/N: hello ladies and fellas i am officially BACK from the dead, as I catch up on requests that need to be released I wanted to make some Noli headcanons in honor of him coming out very soon… Enjoy everyone!

⚠️: READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL!!

• I think the general question is how you would meet Noli— you would meet him during a round where he is the killer, and while he killed the others he made sure not to go near you… which leaves some questions wandering around, but you decide to let it go.

�� Everytime he is the killer, he always leaves you for last, and most of the time doesn’t kill you and waits for the timer to run out (leaving the rest of the killers mad at him, whining to him about why he isn’t killing everyone… he doesn’t care). And that’s where you start to investigate what’s happening and decide to confront him.

• Once you confront him during another match, he tells you that he didn’t “realize” what he was doing (which was an obvious lie). After a little more talking with him you guys became close afterwards much to the dismay of your’s and noli’s companions.

• I feel like you would have to be the one to confess to him, he seems like the type of person to be too afraid about how to confess; he overthinks a lot of situations where it may go wrong if he said this or that (which he never had to worry about being with how carefree he seems).

• Once you guys start dating, you will have him with you EVERYWHERE… think of him like a golden retriever guard dog around you, but protective when you’re in the company of other people… About being protective, he WILL kill for you, he would bring you their remains as a surprise present when he comes back from his turn of killing.

• I also don’t feel like he has many friends because of the rumors that were spread about him (he’s most likely friends with 007n7 since they were colleagues together), and you were one of his closest friends before dating, which he’s super grateful for.

• He can be annoying when he teases you, he will play memes that make you pissed off the most to the point where you have to put a pillow over his face to muffle the noise, but you’ll soon grow used to it after dating him for a period of time.

• He’s the type of boyfriend to play pranks on you, not over-the-top kind of pranks though, just pranks that startle you, and since i mentioned that he’s always clinging to you, the moment he sees you he is by your side either hugging his arms around your waist or having his arms over your shoulders and circling your neck.

• He will always comfort you whenever you are down, he can be kind of a little shit about it sometimes but he does not wanna see you unhappy, he will stay by your side if you need anything, just know you’ll always have him to cry on his shoulder and to hug him as tightly as you want.

• All in all, he’s one of the top-tier killer boyfriends EVER!! And yes, while he may be annoying sometimes you will always have a partner who would never betray you and would let the world burn if you asked him to.

[rubykgrant]

(my parents were both raised different kinds of Christian, but by the time they got together and had me, it was just this vague "culturally Christian" but generally agnostic and secular kind of thing. we didn't go to church except for special events if somebody invited us, and I grew up learning about bible stories along with history/science and a variety of folklore/mythology. it was never a conflict for little-kid-me to believe in God but also know that evolution was definitely real, and I was comfortable thinking "God made everything, including evolution", and I kinda distrusted anything that denied facts using religion... I also got really annoyed when I was little when somebody would try to "convert" me into being MORE Christian, or tried to use religion to punish people/dictate how EVERYBODY should live. I could understand and respect people, from different beliefs, who were very devout and dedicated for themselves, it just didn't see, fair to impose that on others. like, I definitely grew up in a community that puts Christianity in the spot-light and celebrated mostly Christian holidays, but it wasn't an intense thing in my home, and I was at least mildly aware of the world outside of Christianity. I remember being like 6, and met this older kid when I was playing in a field, and she started talking about bible stories... and the kid and her mom got mad at me for saying there HAD to be more people besides Adam and Eve because then they could only make more people by generations of incest and that wouldn't work. oh yeah, I knew the basis of where babies came from really young, too. I was the "Christian" kid all the other Christian parents hated- I told kids about evolution/where babies came from/"satanic things" and witchcraft/other religious stuff I'd heard about. also I knew what abortion was and thought it was OK by the time I was 9. this isn't me bragging about how "perfect" my hippy-agnostic-secular-but-still-Christian up-bringing was, my family was flawed in many ways and I am NOT morally superior to anybody else, and because I was still raised culturally Christian it is in the background of everything; but this is just part of the bigger picture to when I met people in their 30s who were never allowed to watch the Simpsons because it was "evil and sinful" meanwhile I had been watching that with my parents because to us it was a "family show". like, it's just funny how WEIRD my childhood was compared to more conventionally Christian homes. in college, within the same WEEK, I had two different conversations with two different guys; one wanted me to PROVE God was real, the other wanted me to PROVE evolution was real... I was just like, I don't need to? you don't need me to? you can be atheist/religious respectively. it's fine. they were more baffled that I didn't care)

(These are the more common ones i can name off the top of my head, just curious)

[saymonsays]

‎Play, Pause, Repeat —

pairing: choi seunghyun x reader

Summary: You’ve known Choi Seunghyun your entire life—sharing secrets, inside jokes, and a seven-minute walk between houses. But everything changes when an innocent hangout turns into accidentally discovering his very personal side hustle—one that features his familiar moans, his bedroom, and, well… him. What starts with awkward questions and teasing spirals into something you both can’t walk back from. The only solution? Another seven-minute walk. And a promise to finally cross the line you’ve both been toeing for years.

‎warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected sex, squirting, oral sex, m & f receiving, slight public risk (parents nearly catch them)

wordcount: 24k

‎Saturday – 2:14 PM

‎Your room smells like fabric softener and regret.

‎

‎You’re half-splayed across your bed in the least flattering position known to man—one sock on, one sock missing, a mechanical pencil stabbing your thigh, and some half-finished math homework open in front of you like it personally insulted your entire bloodline.

‎

‎You stab a problem set with your eraser. “Why are numbers allowed to have letters in them.”

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‎Your phone buzzes beside your head. You groan, blindly reaching for it like it owes you money.

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‎[Seunghyun 🧠]

‎‎come over.

‎parents not home.

‎i have snacks.

‎we can rot together.

‎

‎[Seunghyun 🧠]

‎‎also ur dumb if u say no 😐

‎

‎You blink at the screen.

‎

‎Rotting with Seunghyun usually meant one of three things:

‎‎Watching horror movies too late and accusing each other of sleep paralysis demons.

‎‎Dramatically reading fanfics in British accents until one of you fake gags.

‎‎Falling asleep on opposite ends of his couch mid-snack, then waking up in weird yoga poses.

‎

‎You stare at your homework again. It stares back, menacingly.

‎

‎You reply:

‎‎on my way dumbass.

‎if u eat all the chips before i get there i’m keying ur bike

‎

‎[Seunghyun 🧠]

‎‎bring ur charger i lost mine

‎again

‎also ur toxic lol

‎

‎You snort, rolling out of bed with all the grace of a dying sea lion, grabbing your hoodie, earbuds, and—because you’ve known him since you were five—your backup hoodie. He never has clean ones.

‎

‎The walk to Seunghyun’s house is muscle memory at this point. You could do it blindfolded, backward, and probably drunk, not that you've ever tried. The spring sun is out but being annoying about it—just hot enough to make you regret the hoodie, but not hot enough to justify going back for a t-shirt.

‎

‎By the time you reach his front gate, it’s already open, like always. The “Beware of Dog” sign is still taped to it, even though the only dog in this house is Seunghyun when he eats chips too fast and chokes.

‎

‎You don’t bother knocking.

‎

‎“YO,” you call out, kicking your shoes off as you enter. “I’m here. Hide your shits.”

‎

‎“Kitchen,” his voice echoes faintly.

‎

‎You find him by the fridge, halfway through dumping a family-sized bag of chips into a mixing bowl like it’s cereal. He’s in sweats, hair still kind of fluffy from sleep, and wearing the ugliest Garfield t-shirt you’ve ever seen in your life.

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‎“You look like a man who has made peace with failure,” you say, pointing at his shirt.

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‎He shrugs. “Garfield’s right. Mondays suck. You’re here. Coincidence?”

‎

‎“Wow.” You drop your charger on the table and grab a chip. “This is how you treat someone who generously walked seven minutes in the heat for your company?”

‎

‎“You did that because you were bored and hate math.”

‎

‎“Don’t psychoanalyze me before 3 p.m., thanks.”

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‎He grins and tilts the bowl toward you in apology. “Truce?”

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‎You take another chip and nod. “Truce. Now let me rot on your couch in peace.”

‎

‎You flop onto the familiar worn-out couch in the living room, legs sprawled, phone already in hand. He follows behind, grabbing two sodas and tossing one at you without looking. It lands near your ribs. You don’t flinch—he always misses by just a little.

‎

‎“Wanna watch something dumb?” he asks, already grabbing the TV remote.

‎

‎“Obviously. Put on that one where the guy falls in love with a sentient GPS.”

‎

‎“Oh god, that movie is so bad.”

‎

‎“Exactly. Art.”

‎—

‎You’re halfway through the movie—if it can be called that—when Seunghyun starts shifting around like he’s sitting on a cactus.

‎

‎You glance over. “You good?”

‎

‎“I need to shower,” he says like it’s a tragic confession. “I smell like stress and ramen.”

‎

‎“Then shower,” you say, deadpan. “I’m not holding you hostage.”

‎

‎“I just hate leaving you unattended in my house.”

‎

‎“Wow. That sounds like your problem.”

‎

‎He sighs like a martyr and pushes himself up from the couch, grabbing a towel from the back of the chair. “Don’t steal my stuff.”

‎

‎“I’m literally not you. I don’t hoard pens and forget I own clothes.”

‎

‎“Touch my hoodie drawer and I’m calling the cops.”

‎

‎“Already did. They said you dress like a divorced dad.”

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‎He flips you off on his way down the hall, and you grin, settling deeper into the couch.

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‎A minute passes. Two.

‎

‎Then boredom hits like a freight train.

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‎You glance around.

‎

‎TV? Boring.

‎Phone? Dead.

‎Snacks? You ate most of them.

‎Seunghyun’s computer? Lit up and unlocked like an open invitation from Satan himself.

‎

‎You crane your neck.

‎

‎The screen shows a mess of tabs—YouTube, Discord, a few half-written school docs titled “maybe essay FINAL FINAL fr this time,” and…

‎A very pink, very adult-looking website sitting right in the middle.

‎

‎You blink.

‎Lean closer.

‎Squint.

‎

‎No. Way.

‎

‎“Seunghyunnnnnn,” you yell toward the bathroom, biting back a grin. “I’m gonna play Fortnite on your computer, okay?”

‎

‎A muffled, “Yeah whatever!” echoes from behind the door. There’s the sound of the shower running and a shampoo bottle falling with a thud.

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‎You scoot into the computer chair like a gremlin and close the innocent tabs first.

‎

‎Then you hover over the not-so-innocent one.

‎

‎You shouldn’t.

‎You really shouldn’t.

‎But curiosity is already punching your morals in the throat.

‎

‎You click it open.

‎

‎The page loads.

‎

‎A creator profile.

‎Blurred thumbnails.

‎Username: TopOfTheClass.

‎

‎You choke. "Oh my god."

‎

‎And then you see it.

‎

‎A video titled “Late Night Study Session 🎧💦”.

‎Posted three days ago.

‎You click.

‎

‎Bad decisions are being made in real-time.

‎

‎And the second the video starts—bare skin, familiar room, that groan you’ve heard before but not like this—you freeze. Eyes wide. Mouth hanging open.

‎

‎The voice.

‎The body.

‎The room.

‎ITS DEFINITELY SEUNGHYUN.

‎

‎You slam the spacebar to pause just as the bathroom door swings open.

‎

‎He’s standing in the hallway, towel slung low on his hips, hair damp, expression slowly morphing from relaxed to what the fuck.

‎

‎“What are you doing on my—”

‎

‎You turn in the chair like the guilty raccoon you are, blinking at him.

‎

‎There is a full ten seconds of dead silence.

‎

‎Seunghyun stares at you.

‎You stare at Seunghyun.

‎

‎The paused video stares at both of you.

‎

‎You clear your throat like you're rebooting your entire operating system.

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‎“So,” you start, voice cracking like a preteen in puberty, “just to confirm… that’s… you?”

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‎He raises an eyebrow, towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. “I mean… yeah?”

‎

‎“Like you-you? Choi Seunghyun? My best friend since we were in diapers? The guy who cried during Toy Story 3?”

‎

‎He shrugs. “It was a sad movie.”

‎

‎“That’s not the point, you absolute lunatic!”

‎

‎You shoot up from the chair like it’s electrocuted you, pacing the room now, hands flailing wildly as you process.

‎

‎“How long has this been happening?”

‎“Why are you doing this?”

‎“Do you get paid?”

‎“Do your parents know?”

‎“Do you moan like that on purpose or—”

‎“Is your username supposed to be ironic or is this a weird flex?”

‎“Wait—did you film that in your bedroom? While I was probably texting you?!”

‎

‎Seunghyun rubs the back of his neck, unfazed. “Uh. Since summer. Yeah. Yes. No. I guess? And it was a Tuesday.”

‎

‎You whirl around. “A TUESDAY?”

‎

‎He smirks. “You were at Chae’s house that day, remember? You sent me, like, 12 selfies of you guys wearing face masks and eating cereal.”

‎

‎You gape at him like he just confessed to murder.

‎

‎“I was sending you memes while you were filming amateur porn in the same zip code?!”

‎

‎“Pretty much.”

‎

‎“Are you hearing yourself?!”

‎

‎He shrugs again, like you just asked if he wants orange juice. “I don’t see the big deal.”

‎

‎You make a high-pitched sound that could kill dogs. “OF COURSE YOU DON’T, YOU’RE NAKED ON THE INTERNET.”

‎

‎He finally cracks a grin, towel still casually riding his hips like it paid rent there. “Well, not fully naked. I crop the face.”

‎

‎You make eye contact with him. Then with the screen. Then back to him.

‎

‎Your voice is flat. “Seunghyun. You literally moaned your own name.”

‎

‎“…Oh.”

‎

‎“I’M TRAUMATIZED.”

‎

‎You throw a couch pillow at his chest with the force of a thousand suns. He catches it, still grinning like this is the funniest thing that’s happened to him all week.

‎

‎“Why are you not embarrassed?!”

‎

‎He plops onto the couch with absolutely no shame, towel riding way too high up his thigh now. “Because I look good. And the lighting was nice. And you’re the one who watched it.”

‎

‎“I WAS CURIOUS—NOT HORNY.”

‎

‎He raises a hand in surrender. “Hey, you do you. Or, well. Me. Technically.”

‎

‎You grab another pillow and scream into it.

‎

‎You're still holding the pillow like it’s a lifeline, staring at him like he just announced he’s an alien. Which, at this point, wouldn’t surprise you.

‎

‎“You’re unbelievable,” you mutter into the fabric.

‎

‎“Thanks,” he says casually, propping one arm on the couch like this is just a Tuesday afternoon with trauma.

‎

‎You sit there for a moment. Still. Staring at him.

‎

‎At the smug expression on his face. At the damp collarbone glistening under the light. At the way the towel is still defying gravity in ways science can’t explain.

‎

‎Unfortunately, your eyes flicker lower for one—one—second too long.

‎

‎And he catches it.

‎

‎His smirk curls higher.

‎

‎“See something you like?”

‎

‎Your soul leaves your body.

‎

‎“I—NO. I was—shut up. I wasn’t looking. I was—panicking.”

‎

‎He stretches, arms over his head like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, and lets out the most unnecessary sigh. “Mmm. You sure? ‘Cause you were really analyzing video earlier.”

‎

‎You scream into the pillow again.

‎

‎“STOP BRINGING THAT UP.”

‎

‎“I’m just saying.” His voice drops just slightly, teasing. “Not everyone gets to see that angle.”

‎

‎You glance at him through your fingers.

‎

‎“Do you… always talk like that after someone finds your sex tapes, or am I just special?”

‎

‎He hums, eyes half-lidded now, like he’s enjoying this way too much. “You’re the first person to ever catch me.”

‎

‎“Lucky me,” you deadpan. “Is there a loyalty card or something?”

‎

‎He laughs—low, warm, familiar. It’s still Seunghyun. But now your brain won’t shut up about the other version of him too.

‎

‎And then it happens.

‎

‎The shift.

‎

‎You’re both quiet.

‎

‎Not like awkward quiet, but the kind where something just clicked into place and neither of you knows what to do with it.

‎

‎His eyes linger on yours a beat too long. Your heart stumbles.

‎

‎He tilts his head, still watching you.

‎

‎“...You wanna ask anything else?”

‎

‎You swallow. “Are you seriously opening the floor for a Q&A about your porn career?”

‎

‎“Sure,” he shrugs. “You already saw the goods.”

‎

‎“SEUNGHYUN.”

‎

‎He leans forward slightly, elbows on his knees, towel riding even lower now. His voice drops again, smooth and a little too calm.

‎

‎“You really didn’t think about it before?”

‎

‎You blink. “What?”

‎

‎“Me,” he says simply. “Like that.”

‎

‎Your breath catches.

‎

‎For the first time all afternoon, you don’t have a snappy comeback.

‎

‎He grins again, this time a little softer. A little more dangerous.

‎

‎“That’s what I thought.”

‎

‎You don’t answer him right away.

‎

‎Because what even is the right response to your best friend sitting half-naked across from you, casually asking if you’ve ever thought about him like that—right after you watched him moan his own name into a camera?

‎

‎You can feel your brain buffering.

‎

‎So, naturally, you go with the dumbest possible response.

‎

‎“…Have you ever thought about me like that?”

‎

‎He doesn’t even blink. “Obviously.”

‎

‎Your entire spine short-circuits. “WHAT—”

‎

‎“I mean,” he says casually, like you just asked if he likes ramen, “you’re hot. It’s not exactly classified information.”

‎

‎“I—I—HOT?!” You sound like a broken microwave.

‎

‎“Yeah. Why are you acting like that’s shocking?”

‎

‎“I don’t know,” you flail, “maybe because you’ve seen me with toothpaste on my face and cry-laughed when I dropped my phone on it.”

‎

‎“Still hot.”

‎

‎“You need professional help.”

‎

‎He leans back against the couch, the towel riding scandalously low now, like it’s in a committed relationship with gravity. His eyes drag over you in a way they never have before—not like a joke, not like your goofy best friend teasing you. Like he’s really looking.

‎

‎“...You ever kissed someone before?” he asks suddenly.

‎

‎You freeze. “What?”

‎

‎“You know. Just curious.” He shrugs. “You don’t have to answer if—”

‎

‎“I haven’t,” you blurt. “I mean—not, like, for real. Just dumb school dares.”

‎

‎He pauses. “Huh.”

‎

‎You squint. “Why ‘huh’?”

‎

‎He shrugs again. “Me neither.”

‎

‎Your brain does the math.

‎

‎Choi Seunghyun. The guy with the porn account. The guy whose body you just accidentally studied like a science project. Also a virgin?

‎

‎“But—then—why the—”

‎

‎“I was curious,” he says, a bit quieter now. “And it was kinda fun to mess around. Just didn’t wanna do stuff with someone I didn’t actually... care about, y’know?”

‎

‎You blink.

‎

‎And suddenly everything feels louder. The clock ticking. The silence between you. The air buzzing with something sharp and sweet and terrifying.

‎

‎You’re still sitting across from each other—but now it feels like you’re on the edge of a cliff, one more step from something you can’t undo.

‎

‎Seunghyun’s voice cuts through the quiet.

‎

‎“...Do you wanna try?”

‎

‎You blink again. “Try what?”

‎

‎He looks at you. Really looks.

‎

‎“Kissing. With someone you actually care about.”

‎

‎Your heart slams against your ribs.

‎

‎He’s not smirking now. He’s not teasing. He’s just... waiting. Soft. Real. Bare.

‎

‎You swallow.

‎

‎“You're weird..But…Okay.”

‎

‎The tension is thick, clinging to the air between you like smoke.

‎

‎Your heart is beating too fast, like it’s trying to run away from you, but your body is frozen in place. Seunghyun’s still watching you, calm and steady, but his eyes are darker now—like he’s thinking too much about the words he just said.

‎

‎You lick your lips, trying to steady your breath, but it doesn’t help. It only makes you more aware of how close he is, of how the room suddenly feels too small, too intimate, and the space between you feels like it’s buzzing with this wild energy.

‎

‎“Are you…” you start, but your voice is hoarse, caught in your throat. “Are you sure?”

‎

‎Seunghyun leans in a little, just enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. His hand shifts on the couch beside him like he’s trying to control himself too, but his fingers twitch—almost brushing yours. But not quite. He’s teasing, even in this moment.

‎

‎“I’m sure,” he murmurs, his voice soft but steady, like he’s trying to pull you into this new reality between you. “We don’t have to rush it, though. I can just—”

‎

‎He stops. His gaze drops to your lips for a second. Then he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the soft light. And that’s when the energy shifts. He’s the one leaning in now, his knee brushing against yours, and you can feel it—that spark—the need, the want, everything building up.

‎

‎Seunghyun’s fingers barely graze the side of your face, and the touch is electric. He pauses, as if waiting for you to pull away, but you don’t. You don’t move.

‎

‎“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, his voice just a whisper now.

‎

‎You nod, a little breathless. “Yes.”

‎

‎That’s all the permission he needs.

‎

‎His hand moves from your face to the back of your neck, his touch firm but gentle, guiding you closer. You can feel the heat of his skin on yours, the way his thumb softly brushes against your jaw, and your heart skips a beat.

‎

‎The first kiss is soft—tentative. You close your eyes, and his lips meet yours in a way that’s almost too sweet, too innocent. It’s like both of you are testing the waters, trying to figure out what comes next.

‎

‎Then, without warning, Seunghyun pulls you a little closer. His hand at your neck tightens just enough that you’re drawn in, your lips parting instinctively. And that’s when he deepens the kiss, just slightly—gently at first, but then more insistent, like he can’t help himself. His hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer, and that’s when you feel it—the pressure, the way his body fits against yours, how it feels too natural, too right.

‎

‎You let out a soft gasp, and Seunghyun takes advantage of it, his lips moving against yours with more urgency now. One of his hands slides lower, skimming the edge of your shirt before stopping, like he’s unsure, like he’s waiting for you to pull away or tell him to stop.

‎

‎But you don’t. You don’t pull away.

‎

‎Instead, you shift a little closer, your own hand resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. His lips are on yours again, but this time it’s different—faster, deeper, the pressure building between you, and you can’t even think straight anymore. All you can feel is the heat, the electric pull of his touch, the way his hands are so gentle and yet so insistent, like he’s trying to pull you into him.

‎

‎His fingers press against the curve of your waist, and you gasp as his touch slides a little lower. It’s innocent, and yet not at all. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, like you’re both testing boundaries, seeing how far this can go.

‎

‎“Seunghyun,” you breathe, breaking the kiss just for a moment. “Wait…”

‎

‎He pulls back slightly, eyes clouded with need and curiosity. He doesn’t speak, just waits, his hands hovering at your waist as if asking for permission to go further.

‎

‎You don’t know what you’re doing—you have no idea. But you’re so close now, both of you, standing on the edge of something new, something that feels like it could break everything between you.

‎

‎But you don’t want it to break. You want to fall. Together.

‎

‎You tug him back in, kissing him with a newfound urgency. And this time, there’s no question—everything you’ve been holding back comes rushing forward. His hands trail lower, his touch is everywhere, and there’s no going back now.

‎

‎Your shirt comes off first.

‎

‎Neither of you really says anything. It just happens—your hands tugging at the hem because the air is too thick, and you’re too warm, and Seunghyun’s kiss is burning you alive. He pulls back just enough to help you, his fingers trembling a little as they slide under the fabric.

‎

‎It’s the first time he’s seen you like this. Really seen you.

‎

‎And for a second, he just stares.

‎

‎You try to cross your arms instinctively, self-conscious—but he catches your wrists before you can.

‎

‎“Don’t,” he whispers, voice low and rough. “Don’t hide from me.”

‎

‎You swallow, heart thudding hard, and he leans in again—pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder, your collarbone, your neck. His hands roam like he’s memorizing you, like he’s waited years to touch you but didn’t realize it until now.

‎

‎He kisses down your body like he’s on a mission—slow, purposeful, dragging his mouth over your chest, your stomach, until he’s between your thighs and your brain short-circuits.

‎

‎“Wait—Seunghyun—” you gasp as he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Y-you don’t have to—”

‎

‎He looks up, already flushed, lips slightly parted. “I want to. Just… let me?”

‎

‎And before you can answer, his mouth is on you.

‎

‎Hot. Wet. Unreal.

‎

‎His tongue moves in slow, steady strokes through your folds, pausing to suck on your clit like he knows exactly what he’s doing—which makes no sense because he shouldn’t. But his hands are firm on your thighs, keeping them spread, his mouth locked onto you with messy, filthy dedication.

‎

‎“F–fuck,” you moan, your hand flying to his hair. “S-Seunghyun—”

‎

‎He hums into you, the vibration making you jolt. His tongue circles, flicks, presses, and then—without warning—he slides one finger inside you.

‎

‎You let out a choked cry, hips bucking. He groans.

‎

‎“So wet,” he murmurs against your cunt. “God, baby, you taste so fucking good.”

‎

‎“D-don’t say that—” you whimper.

‎

‎But he’s not listening. He’s locked in, eating you like it’s the only thing that matters. His finger curls inside you and his mouth focuses on your clit—lips soft, tongue relentless—and the pressure builds fast.

‎

‎Your legs start to tremble, a scream bubbling in your throat.

‎

‎“I’m gonna—oh my god—Seunghyun, I—I think—”

‎

‎You’ve never done this before. Never even thought you could. But the way his mouth works you, how he fingers you deeper, faster—something snaps inside.

‎

‎And you squirt.

‎

‎With a loud, helpless moan, your body jerks, back arching off the couch as a rush of liquid spills out of you, coating his mouth, his hand, the couch cushion under you. Your vision goes white for a second—your brain short-circuiting from sheer intensity.

‎

‎Seunghyun pulls back, soaked and panting, staring at you like you just performed a magic trick.

‎

‎“…Did you just—” he breathes, licking his lips, “—fuck. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

‎

‎You cover your face with both hands, mortified. “Oh my god. I didn’t mean to—what even was that—?!”

‎

‎“That,” he says, voice low and way too satisfied, “was you squirting all over my face.”

‎

‎You groan into your hands. “I’m gonna die.”

‎

‎He grins, kissing up your body, his face still damp. “You’re not dying. I won’t let you. Not until I fuck you—”

‎

‎Your heart’s still racing, your body buzzing, your thighs sore in the best way. His cock flushed and leaking, and positions himself between your legs.

‎

‎“You sure?” he asks, breathless.

‎

‎You nod. “Seunghyun, please—”

‎

‎And just as he’s about to slide in—

‎

‎A car door slams outside.

‎

‎You both freeze.

‎

‎“…No,” he whispers.

‎

‎Footsteps. Keys jangling.

‎

‎You both look at each other, wide-eyed.

‎

‎“No no no no no—” you whisper, scrambling to grab your clothes.

‎

‎Seunghyun’s already off the couch, tripping over his towel. “Why are they home early?!”

‎

‎You grab your shirt backwards, underwear? God knows where, your legs still literally soaked. The condom’s on the floor. Seunghyun tosses it in the drawer in a panic.

‎

‎And just as the front door opens—

‎

‎You dive behind his bed, shirt barely on, heart racing like a siren.

‎

‎7:02PM

‎‎Seunghyun’s mom calls out from downstairs, keys jingling as she drops them in the bowl by the door.

‎

‎“We’re home! Seunghyun, did you remember to—what smells like Febreze in here?”

‎

‎You are barefoot, pantless, and hiding behind his bed like a damn war criminal, still trying to catch your breath while wiping your thighs with the nearest hoodie (his). You hiss-whisper toward him:

‎

‎“Why do you keep Febreze under your desk?!”

‎

‎“In case I microwave fish,” he hisses back.

‎

‎You shoot him a look like boy what.

‎

‎Downstairs, footsteps thump closer. Seunghyun throws on some sweats and a hoodie like he wasn't half a second from rawing his best friend, then grabs your shirt and whispers, “I’ll get you out through the garage. Just follow me.”

‎

‎You clutch your clothes and army crawl behind him until you make it to the hallway—silent, stealthy, adrenaline pumping like you’re in a spy movie. He holds the garage door open, signals you to go, then closes it behind you like a damn criminal disposing evidence.

‎

‎You finally make it to the street, panting. Hair messy. Lips swollen. Hoodie ten sizes too big. Underwear = MIA.

‎

‎Seunghyun cracks open the side gate a few minutes later and slips out like a raccoon.

‎

‎You both look at each other, disheveled and wide-eyed, then—

‎

‎burst into hysterical laughter.

‎

‎“I cannot believe that just happened,” you wheeze.

‎

‎“I’m so sorry you had to crawl around my house with post-squirt legs,” he says, tears in his eyes from laughing.

‎

‎“Why’d you say it like that?!” you smack his arm. “You’re so annoying!”

‎

‎Sunday, 3:41PM

‎‎Chae (🌀): u didn't reply last night. r u dead

‎You: No

‎You: I was with Seunghyun

‎Chae (🌀): girl.

‎

‎Later that evening

‎

‎You’re at a convenience store, trying to decide between two types of instant ramen when Seunghyun’s name lights up your phone.

‎

‎Seunghyun 🦖: so are we just not gonna talk about how i made you squirt and then didn’t even get to put it in

‎Seunghyun 🦖: is this the universe’s version of edging

‎You: STOP

‎You: I WAS FINALLY NOT THINKING ABOUT IT FOR 5 MINUTES

‎Seunghyun 🦖: u weren’t thinking about how u soaked my face and moaned my name and almost broke my neck with ur thighs?

‎You: BYE

‎You: actually blocked. report.

‎Seunghyun 🦖: 😏

‎

You: …but also

‎You: what the hell are we now???

‎

‎A beat.

‎

‎Then—

‎

‎Seunghyun 🦖: …do you wanna come over tomorrow?

‎Seunghyun 🦖: for the unfinished business

‎You: ??

‎You: bring the febreze.

‎

‎Monday – 6:39PM

‎

‎You stare at Seunghyun’s text one more time as you stand outside his house:

‎

‎Seunghyun 🦖: doorbell’s working. don’t act shy now.

‎Seunghyun 🦖: and don’t forget to wipe that ‘i squirted on my best friend’s face’ look off your face. my mom’s home.

‎

‎You: 😐

‎Also you: ringing the doorbell anyway like a criminal returning to the scene of the crime.

‎

‎The door swings open.

‎

‎“y/n!” Seunghyun’s mom beams like sunshine in an apron. “Aigoo, you came again? So pretty, always polite—come in, come in!”

‎

‎You smile with a bow, trying not to visibly sweat guilt. “Hi, Mrs. Choi. I—um—just here to hang out again.”

‎

‎She pats your shoulder and leads you into the house like it’s totally normal to have the boy who made you squirt waiting upstairs. “I just made pizza. Homemade dough! You young people love this Western food, right?”

‎

‎“Of course! Thank you so much,” you say, sitting at the kitchen island like you didn’t almost get your back blown out in this house 48 hours ago.

‎

‎Just as she’s slicing a piece and setting it in front of you—

‎

‎“Yah.”

‎

‎You turn your head and nearly choke.

‎

‎Seunghyun is leaning against the hallway wall in the same grey sweats from his last crime. Black hoodie. Wet hair from a recent shower. Barefoot.

‎‎Unholy.

‎

‎“She’s not here for pizza, Mom” he smirks, eyes on you.

‎

‎“Don’t be rude!” his mom scolds. “She likes my pizza. Sit and eat.”

‎

‎“She likes other things more,” he mutters under his breath.

‎

‎You nearly drop your slice.

‎

‎He leans closer while his mom’s back is turned. “Upstairs. In five.”

‎

‎You nod once, trying not to pass out from anticipation (and dehydration).

‎

‎Upstairs – Seunghyun’s Room – 7:21PM

‎

‎Door clicks shut.

‎

‎You haven’t even turned around yet when he’s already behind you, arms wrapping around your waist.

‎

‎“I missed you,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder.

‎

‎“You saw me two days ago.”

‎

‎“Yeah, and I dreamed about you twice after that,” he says, lips trailing along your neck. “I woke up hard both times.”

‎

‎You open your mouth—maybe to tease him, maybe to insult him—but it turns into a gasp as his hand slips under your hoodie, fingers stroking your bare skin.

‎

‎“Still warm,” he whispers. “Still soft. Still mine?”

‎

‎You nod. His lips crush yours instantly, devouring, demanding. The kiss is messy this time—urgent and deeper. Your back hits the wall and you feel his thigh between yours, pressing just right. You roll your hips down into it without thinking, chasing friction, chasing him.

‎

‎���Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re gonna make me lose it before we even get to the bed.”

‎

‎You laugh, breathless. “So lose it.”

‎

‎He groans and suddenly scoops you up like it’s nothing—one arm under your thighs, the other at your back. He drops you on the bed, crawling over you with his hoodie falling off his shoulders, revealing that long, lean torso you definitely remember tasting.

‎

‎“You sure?” he asks, voice gentler now. “If we start this, I’m not stopping until you’re shaking again.”

‎

‎You stare up at him, heart pounding. “I walked for 7 minutes to get here. again. What do you think?”

‎

‎He grins.

‎

‎“Good,” he says. “Lie back. Let me make you cry a little.”

‎

‎

‎Your clothes come off piece by piece, each one slower than the last. His lips trail every exposed inch of your skin like he’s memorizing it.

‎

‎And when you’re bare beneath him, he kneels between your thighs, palms pushing your knees apart.

‎

‎You squirm.

‎

‎“Still nervous?” he asks, voice low.

‎

‎“No,” you whisper. “Just—don’t tease.”

‎

‎He smirks. “I won’t.”

‎

‎And then his mouth is on you.

‎

‎No warning.

‎

‎Just heat and tongue and pressure—so good it knocks the breath from your lungs. He licks you slow at first, lazy circles that make your hips twitch, then faster, deeper—lips locking around your clit while two fingers slide inside you.

‎

‎You grab the sheets. “S-Seunghyun—”

‎

‎He hums against you, the vibration making your eyes roll back. His fingers curl inside you just right, hitting the spot that makes your toes curl.

‎

‎“You close already?” he murmurs, eyes still locked on you. “Didn’t even take ten minutes.”

‎

‎You whimper. “D-Don’t stop.”

‎

‎“Wasn’t planning to.”

‎

‎He sucks harder and you snap—back arching, body jerking as you squirt again, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

‎

‎“Oh my god—Seunghyun—!”

‎

‎He groans, licking you through it, not stopping until you’re pulling at his hair and gasping for air.

‎

‎He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning.

‎

‎“Still sweet,” he says, leaning in to kiss your lips. “You taste like you missed me.”

‎

‎You’re still trembling when you flip him over.

‎

‎“My turn.”

‎

‎‎You straddle him, tugging off his sweats and boxers in one go. He’s hard, thick, and leaking already.

‎

‎You wrap your fingers around him and his whole body jerks.

‎

‎“You good?” you ask, cocking your head.

‎

‎“Not for long,” he pants.

‎

‎You smile and lower your mouth to his tip, licking him slowly—then all the way down until he hits the back of your throat.

‎

‎“Fuck—” He slaps a hand over his mouth, the other gripping the bed. “Oh my god.”

‎

‎You suck him slow at first, using your hand to stroke what you can’t reach, then faster, wetter, your tongue swirling just under the tip.

He’s whining now—whining, high and breathless.

“You’re—shit, you’re too good at that—”

You pull off just enough to whisper: “Thought I was sweet?”

“You’re evil,” he groans, hips bucking.

You lick him once more and crawl back up, lips slick and swollen.

You’re already dripping, his hands trembling just slightly. Not from fear—no, you’ve seen him hold you steady with the confidence of a boy who’s wanted this forever—but from restraint.

He lines himself up, tip brushing against your entrance, eyes flicking up to yours.

“You sure?” he asks one last time, breathless.

“Seunghyun,” you whisper, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Please.”

He pushes in slowly—inch by inch—until he’s fully buried inside you.

You both freeze.

He’s breathing hard through his nose, jaw clenched. “Fuck.”

You’re stretched around him, throbbing, full in a way you’ve never been. The sting is real, but it’s nothing compared to the way your body clutches at him, needy and wet.

“You okay?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You nod. “Just… don’t move yet.”

His thumb strokes your hip gently as you adjust, heart pounding like a drum.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispers. “Better than I ever imagined.”

Your walls flutter around him at the words. Your hand claws at his back. “You imagined this?”

“All the time.” He kisses your jaw. “Especially after you moaned my name in my shower.”

You laugh—then gasp when he thrusts just once, deep and slow.

“Still funny?”

You shake your head, lips parted.

He starts to move—deep strokes, slow but firm, like he’s trying to touch the bottom of your soul. Each time he sinks back in, you feel it in your chest. Like you’re being filled with something more than just his cock—something bigger, something known.

Your fingers twist in the sheets. “Seunghyun—”

“Talk to me,” he pants, pace steady. “Too much?”

“Not enough.”

That does it.

He grabs your thighs and pushes them further apart, tilting your hips up. His rhythm changes—deeper, faster, grinding into you like he’s trying to make you forget everything else.

You moan louder now, the sound echoing off his bedroom walls.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Let me hear you.”

“God—Seunghyun, I—I can’t—”

“You can.” He leans down, nose brushing yours. “You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking tight.”

You don’t even realize you’re crying until he kisses the corner of your eye.

“Hurts?”

“No,” you breathe. “It’s just—too good.”

He slows again, hips rolling deep and smooth. Your legs tremble from overstimulation, but you’re chasing it now—chasing him. He reaches between you, rubs your clit with gentle, messy circles.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Come on. Give it to me.”

You fall apart under him, body locking up, muscles tightening as your orgasm rips through you like a wave. Your nails dig into his back, your voice catching in your throat.

“Fuck—you’re squeezing me—” he groans, losing rhythm as he starts to unravel too.

“I want it,” you whisper. “Come inside me.”

That’s all it takes.

He shudders, curses, and buries himself to the hilt as he comes—groaning into your neck, hips twitching through the aftershocks.

The world is silent afterward, save for your tangled breathing.

He doesn’t move right away. Just lays there, still inside you, holding you like you’re the only real thing he’s ever known.

Then he whispers against your skin: “...I’m in so much trouble.”

You laugh weakly. “Why?”

“Because I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting you now.”

—

Author's note: yea.. thats mostly it LOL T°T

[otakudragones]

Leona Kingscholar

As a Boyfriend

•Leona is the kind of boyfriend who pretends not to care... but gets grumpy if you talk to someone else for too long.

•He won’t say “I love you” often, but he’ll drape his tail over your lap while you’re studying together.

•Acts all annoyed when you ask for attention, but two seconds later he's pulling you into his arms.

•“You’re annoying.” Translation: “Please don’t go, I feel better when you’re near.”

•If someone hurts you, he’ll remember. And they’ll mysteriously trip in sand every day for a month.

•He loves when you nap with him. Bonus points if you fall asleep on his chest — he’ll purr like a damn engine.

Imagine:

You’re trying to leave bed early.

—Where are you going?

—Class.

—Skip it. C’mere. I’m warm, you’re cute, the world can wait.

As a Husband

•Leona as a husband is still lazy, still smug, but he listens better. He notices your mood before you even speak.

•He'll act like he's not interested in anniversary dates or gifts... but you will wake up to a pile of rare imported herbs and snacks you like.

•If you’re sick, he won’t leave your side. He’ll glare at anyone who tries to move you.

•He still calls you “herbivore,” but with a softness that only you understand.

•Likes to rest his head on your lap while you play with his hair — it’s the only way he truly relaxes.

Imagine:

You come home late, exhausted.

He doesn’t speak. Just pulls you into bed, wraps his arm around your waist.

—You work too hard. Sleep. I’ve got you.

As a Father

•Leona is surprisingly gentle with his kid. He teaches them through stories and games — but make no mistake, he’s strict when he needs to be.

•He acts aloof, but if his child even sniffles, he’s on his feet like a lion ready to pounce.

•Teaches them how to defend themselves with a smirk.

—If someone bullies you, you hit 'em where it hurts. Then tell me.

•Naps together with them. It becomes a sacred ritual.

•Low-key the “fun parent,” but only because he doesn’t act like one on purpose.

Mini scene:

—Papa, can I sleep with you tonight?

—Tch. You’re too big for that.

But ten minutes later, you find both of them snoring, curled up under his tail.

In general, being in a relationship with Leona is…

•Like sunbathing with a lion: warm, protective, a little dangerous, but safe if he loves you.

•He won’t say much, but his presence speaks volumes. You always know he’s watching, listening, thinking of you.

•He’s touchy in private — holds your waist, rests his head on your shoulder, brushes your hair behind your ear.

•The kind of love that feels lazy but runs deep.

Mini One-Shot: “The King’s Rest”

You were sitting by the window, watching the stars when he walked in.

—Couldn’t sleep?

You nodded. He flopped beside you with a yawn.

—You think too much.

His tail curled around you.

—Just rest. You’re safe. The world’s not ending tonight.

He pulled you closer until your head rested on his chest. The steady sound of his heartbeat grounded you.

—Sleep, herbivore. I’ll be here.

Traducción

Como novio

•Leona es ese novio que finge que no le importas… pero se pone gruñón si hablas mucho con alguien más.

•No dice “te amo” seguido, pero te pone su cola encima cuando estudian juntos.

•Actúa molesto si le pides cariño, pero dos segundos después te jala a sus brazos.

•“Eres molesto.” Traducción: “No te vayas, me siento mejor cuando estás cerca.”

•Si alguien te hiere, lo recuerda. Y esa persona empezará a tropezarse misteriosamente durante semanas.

•Le encanta dormir la siesta contigo. Si te quedas dormido sobre su pecho, ronronea sin darse cuenta.

Imagina:

Intentas levantarte temprano de la cama.

—¿A dónde vas?

—A clases.

—Saltátelas. Ven acá. Estoy calientito, tú estás lindo, el mundo puede esperar.

Como esposo

• Como esposo, Leona sigue siendo flojo y altanero, pero te presta más atención. Nota tu estado de ánimo antes de que digas una palabra.

•Hace como que no le interesan las fechas especiales… pero despiertas con regalos y snacks que te encantan.

•Si te enfermas, no se mueve de tu lado. Mira feo a quien intente acercarse.

•Aún te llama “herbívoro”, pero ahora suena más tierno, solo para ti.

•Ama que le acaricies el cabello mientras descansa sobre tus piernas. Es su forma favorita de relajarse.

Imagina:

Llegas tarde, agotado.

Él no dice nada. Solo te lleva a la cama, te abraza por la cintura.

—Trabajas demasiado. Duerme. Yo te cuido.

Como padre

•Leona es sorprendentemente tierno con sus hijos. Les enseña con cuentos, con juegos, pero cuando es necesario, pone límites.

•Se hace el distante, pero si su hijo estornuda, ya está listo para pelear con el clima.

•Les enseña a defenderse con una sonrisa de medio lado.

—Si te molestan, pégales donde más duele. Luego me dices.

•Las siestas juntos se vuelven sagradas.

•En el fondo, es el papá divertido, aunque no lo parezca.

Mini escena:

—¿Papá, puedo dormir contigo hoy?

—Tch. Ya estás muy grande para eso.

Pero diez minutos después, están dormidos juntos, enredados bajo su cola.

En general, estar con Leona es…

•Como tomar el sol junto a un león: cálido, protector, un poco peligroso, pero seguro si te ama.

•No habla mucho, pero su presencia lo dice todo. Siempre está pendiente, escuchando, cuidándote.

•Es muy físico en privado: te rodea la cintura, apoya la cabeza en tu hombro, te acomoda el cabello.

•Un amor que parece perezoso… pero te envuelve hasta los huesos.

Mini One-Shot: “El descanso del rey”

Estabas sentado junto a la ventana, mirando las estrellas cuando él entró.

—¿No podías dormir?

Asentiste. Se dejó caer a tu lado con un bostezo.

—Piensas demasiado.

Su cola se enrolló a tu alrededor.

—Descansa. Estás a salvo. El mundo no se acaba esta noche.

Te acercó hasta que tu cabeza descansó en su pecho. El sonido de su corazón te ancló.

—Duerme, herbívoro. Aquí estaré.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

The annoying thing about being interested in religion in a non religious way is that bc you're thinking about religion a lot, you say a lot of religious things sometimes ironically sometimes bc ur brain is just making connections. But bc people don't know what's in ur head, you just sound religious

[embryoblast]

It annoys me how people will talk about Langdons suckish side. But like. They mean the drugs. Boy idc that hes high! God forbid a guy manages his pain! That's not morally wrong. It's the stealing and lying or wtvr but still IDC! I care about Abby.. #justiceforabby.. she's overworked!! I just knowww she does all the chores, cooking and is raising two toddlers AND NOW A DOG!? that's what makes me go tsk tsk Dr Langdon Shame on you. But Let the man self medicate, as a treat.

[shoujosoulsite]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 20 REASONS WHY IM RESPAWNING (to my waiting room — hate filled ). Part one

I absolutely hate the way I turned out. Like from my looks to my mind— I fucking hate it all! This bitch ass void vessel cannot be me and I won’t allow it to be me. I want to be someone I love, someone actually lovable… I just need a whole new restart

2. School. Now don’t get me wrong, I understand how privileged I am with having a good education but holy shit the people of my school and the horrendous amount of work just pisses me off

3. I don’t have any friends really. I only have one that I can consider a genuine friend but I rarely talk to them due to us having separate classes.

4. To be actually happy and excited when waking up in the morning

5. Finally can stop being miserable and angry about this shitty world

6. Be with my soulmate and start a new life with them

7. Actually having a promising future

8. The concerning growth of lack of kindness and empathy in this fuck ass generation

9. The rise of misogyny, racism(especially against black and south Asian people), and homophobia in society

10. The current state of America and the world in general

11. Pornography and the rise of porn addiction in BOTH (yes both) men and women. Look I’m not at all against erotic media, especially nicely made books, x listener audios, and art (not promoting anything disgusting like rape ofc ) but you can not deny the fact that the porn industry is fucking disgusting if you just look into and think for a minute. And this is coming from someone that’s hypersexual (which is due to the exposure of porn at a young age)

12. Can hopefully travel, go outside, and have fun (especially as fem) and not worry about being fucking kidnapped, stalked, violated, and etc.

13. Not to be around of people annoying my ass 24/7

14. Can freely practice and get into stuff like spirituality and witchcrafts without worry and with all the materials I can get

15. Can actually be in a loving and genuine relationship (this is not just romantic but this can go platonic!)

16. The men of this reality…not to go full blown misandrist but I’m convinced a insane amount of men genuinely hate women to subconscious level because AINT no way bruh 😭

17. I don’t want to be in a world where I know that innocent families, especially children ( example : Palestine ) are dying and suffering and I can’t do anything about it.

18. I don’t have to worry about my responsibilities of this world no more

19. The disgusting rise of rape culture, especially online (increase of victim blaming, rape jokes, not taking male Sa victims seriously, threats, abortion ban, etc)

20. I just simply want to 💀

[robbinghisdick]

I'm plagued by the thunderbolts, have some randomly assorted headcanons

Ava, Bob, and Yelena yell cucumber instead of "bless you". They especially like yelling it at John because he finds it dumb and annoying. Bucky and Alexei are confused.

Ava and Yelena end up getting really close. Neither of them have had friends since childhood, so it's nice to connect with one another. They bully John together 💕

John gets his kid for the weekend. While he was a distracted father, he still knows HOW to take care of a kid. None of the others besides Alexei do and he can't believe how incompetent they are. Alexei likes John's kid because toddlers are easy to impress lmao.

You know the "life changing field trip with Zuko" thing from ATLA? Life changing field trip with Bucky. One way or another, Bucky either comes to an understanding or gets closer to the others on the team. Bob was thoroughly startled to find out that Bucky wasn't scary, just socially awkward

No one but John and Bucky knows how to cook. They don't even cook WELL, just passable. How everyone else has made it this far on take out and frozen meals is beyond them. Ava and Yelena go "how hard can it be?" And now they're yelling at Alexei to follow the recipe as he insists that he knows better and this will taste WAY better. Bob is quietly ordering pizza.

If things turn into a genuine screaming match on the team, Bob going "can we please calm down?" Makes everyone very bitterly simmer down because they know this a bit triggering for Bob

In general, I think they start to learn one anothers triggers and start being more mindful of them. Barely even consciously, but they've all felt that void inside them and don't like being the reason someone else feels it again.

Everyday Bob is blown away by what's happening around him and what's happened to these people. Like, while Bob had a rough life, it was a "normal" kind of rough. No experimentation, no super powers, no government plots. Just a normal guy dealt a terrible deck in life. He's spent the vast majority of his life with no powers.

Ava, Yelena and Bob decide to hang out one day as normal people. They are very bad at this and they come home with torn clothes and a cat.

I'll stop yapping for now, I just love them

[rainbowlack]

[ID: Two columns, labelled "pop psychology" and "actual psychology". Each column has four entries, one contrasting the other.

The first entry under pop psychology reads: Gaslighting is when someone lies to you or tries to convince you that you are wrong.

Its contrasting entry, under actual psychology, reads: Gaslighting is an elaborate strategy where you are manipulated to question your reality, memory, or sanity—not just a disagreement over what happened.

Pop psychology: Being triggered means that something makes you uncomfortable or annoyed.

Actual psychology: A trigger is something that causes a sudden increase in symptoms—like flashbacks in PTSD or compulsions in OCD. A "trigger" is not just a source of general discomfort.

Pop psychology: People who are rude, mean, or self-centered are narcissists.

Actual psychology: Everyone has some narcissistic traits, and many people are unpleasant or abusive without being narcissists. Narcissistic personality disorder is a clinical diagnosis, and it doesn't always lead to abusive behavior.

Pop psychology: Anything that hurts you is trauma.

Actual psychology: Anything that overwhelms your ability to cope can be traumatic. Trauma has long-lasting effects and it goes beyond ordinary adversity. Something being hurtful isn't automatically trauma.

End ID.]

found this today

Please use these terms correctly. Not doing so will deeply harm the people who actually have experienced trauma, gaslighting, triggers, and people who have NPD.

[cosmic-giraffe]

So I read that stupid fucking callout doc on Von and I'm gonna say my piece on it.

For those unaware, a doc was shared today that accused Von of using generative AI in her art. For the Tetro sprites, for her own personal art, and for paid commissions by fans.

As any self-respecting artist should agree, generative AI is a soulless, plagiarising waste of energy that is devoid of any artistic merit and should be shamed.

But I absolutely 100% believe that not only has Von not used AI in her art in any degree, but that the doc was made in bad faith.

I won't be refuting the doc point by point because it's 1 1 5 F U C K I N G P A G E S L O N G, but because it's also almost 1am for me and I'm too aggravated to sleep because of this whole mess.

The doc was pointing out "inconsistencies" in Von's art, claiming that she drew characters differently each time, the anatomy was fucked up, the finer details melted into each other and other stuff like that.

First of all, Tetro Pink's sprites were all drawn 2-3 years ago (iirc), and any anatomical mistakes can just be chalked up to a younger, inexperienced artist getting their anatomy wrong or not taking into consideration how hair falls and stuff like that. Given how 90% of the doc's grievances involved poorly drawn hands and impossible hair physics (in a FUCKING ANIME STYLE, WHICH IS NOTORIOUS FOR NOT BEING REALISTIC), it's pretty obvious that they're nitpicking.

Secondly, the accusation that Von's newer art is using a higher quality generative AI engine to pump out her art. This is especially heinous to me because it's literally JUST AN ARTIST IMPROVING HER SKILLS?????????

What really annoyed me too was them tearing apart Von's flowerbed thumbnails, claiming that they were "too different" from the current Pink sprites of each corresponding character.

Von has said repeatedly that the thumbnails were drawn concurrently with the series, yet again an example of her improved skills showing in her newer work.

Thirdly, Von has admonished use of AI repeatedly and threatened to kick people from the Discord server for doing such things, especially in regards to feeding her own art to an algorithm. During the lead-up to the Chapter 4 trial, somebody didn't want to access the official flowerbed thumbnail locked behind Von's ko-fi, and so fed a prompt involving her art into a generator and shared it gleefully in the server.

This is a huge slap in the face to her, as well as every other artist whose years of hard work and blood and sweat and tears have been reduced to a mess of pixels and algorithms spewing out something that vaguely resembles their art.

It's just so aggravating because this doc's author is claiming to "spread awareness" but it's fucking obvious they're jaded and wanting to tear down a small independent creator.

SOMETHING THAT DR FANS ARE FUCKING NOTORIOUS FOR.

They're so entitled, so selfish, so DESPERATE for attention that they'll mock and ridicule the creators that are making huge projects accessible to them FOR FREE, just because they feel like they can.

It's insulting, it's unnecessary, and I hope Von is looking after herself because the way things are looking, none of us deserve Tetro if this is how we allow our community to attack and dog pile the person kind enough to share her passion project with us when she's under no obligation to do so.

[cripplecharacters]

Would it be a bad idea for a character with a FD to get so fed up with people asking questions about the scars on her face that she starts wearing a patch on her jacket that says "Questions? $20"

She has a Glasgow smile. Where she's from, the general attitude about people with scars or amputations or whatever other disability is "If they wanted to talk about it, they would. They aren't, so we won't ask." Her scars are her personal business and besides the answer to "what happened" is pretty obvious- someone cut up her face. The who, when, where, and why do not matter. She's had these scars for nearly a decade and people have never bothered her about them because they know it's not their business.

But then she gets selected for an opportunity program which let her and several other kids from her area go to a school in a different town, which is a way better school that has very high rates of success, and everyone in that school is so nosey. It annoys her. She's just trying to eat lunch and people keep interrogating her about her face. She gets the idea from a friend she made at the new school, who also has scars on his face, to make a patch warning that asking questions about her scars comes with a fine of twenty dollars (his patch charges one hundred dollars but she's not quite that annoyed by it yet.) She's sick of people invading her privacy.

Is this a bad idea?

Hello,

You might be surprised to learn that people do actually do this. I've seen people, mostly people who use mobility aides, have a sticker or patch that charges money for questions. I have been tempted to do this. So this is a realistic idea and people do this in real life, understandably so because being asked invasive questions about your personal medical history by people treating you like you're a zoo exhibit is frustrating. Twenty and one hundred dollars is a bit gutsy (usually the stickers and patches I see only charge five) but they can charge as they see fit.

I don't see a problem with this. Honestly, I wish I could do this in my real life.

Mod Aaron

[genshin-scenarios]

across the spiderverse!

Summary: We’re back with more guys in the Spiderverse AU! For more like this but different characters, check out my previous Spiderverse parts one and two! My pinned post also has more about Lyney’s route if that’s your thing.

Characters: Childe, Albedo, Scaramouche, Dahlia

Warnings: Reference to details of Scaramouche and Albedo’s lore, but otherwise no large spoilers! Very brief mentions of injuries, kidnapping, human experimentation, blood drinking (vampires) and surgeries. (It sounds bad but this post is safe for general/teen audiences I promise.)

Childe

Your life as Spiderman is pretty uneventful until the masked villain Tartaglia shows up in town — around the same time a new cutie is enrolled in your highschool (completely coincidental, you’re sure)

Childe’s villain persona, Tartaglia, is basically his Foul Legacy form (and a version of the ‘Green Goblin’ in your world, flying around and causing explosions). ‘Tartaglia’ kind of takes over Childe’s mind and he isn’t completely in control of it — leading to wreckage in the city and general chaos that the regular him probably wouldn’t like. 

On the bright side, even Tartaglia draws the line at harming children! One time, you see a mix of headlines on the news: ��Tartaglia attacks’ to ‘Supervillain protects kids?’ 

Childe fell into the abyss during his childhood (yes, it exists even in this modern AU) and gained an unknown power that turns him into Tartaglia! After some time he gets a hold on his persona, though, so your villain x hero fights slowly grow into something he’s more conscious for.

Anyways! Childe is also your new classmate who’s taken a liking to you from day one (call it instinct or whatever, but he could feel that you were something special.) 

Later on, your bond is less determined by your superhero and supervillain statuses, but more on how you’re both not quite human. Childe feels less alone and dangerous around you — and what can be better than having the love of his life beat his other self into submission keep his alter ego in check? The main thing he worries about is doing irreversible damage, so technically speaking this is a very romantic and ideal life you’ve got!

Ah, but backtracking to how you reveal your identities: …Well, Tartaglia kidnapped you once, for the purposes of a date. (Do not try this at home.) During which you found out that it was Childe behind that mask and was so surprised that you called him by his legal name (“Wait, don’t scream! It’s just me!” “Ajax?!”) 

At this point, he has a handle over ‘Tartaglia’ enough that he’s just acting like his usual self (save for his freakish strength and agility). Childe explains that he wasn’t planning on kidnapping you (just daydreaming about it) but sensed something dangerous was around → turns out he wasn’t being delusional and it was a Doc-Oc spying on you situation (Dottore), which will become more relevant in Season 2 (stay tuned!) 

During this impromptu kidnapping-date you have an entire crisis because sure you had a crush on Childe but this is crazy! Are you supposed to just pretend this never happened the next time you’re Spiderman?

A few weeks later Childe gets injured really badly from a fight (abyss creatures came out of some rifts and Tartaglia unexpectedly cleared them out before you) — so you end up taking him in for medical treatment because, well, the police would otherwise unmask him, and even though Tartaglia was annoying he never did anything unforgivable. And you’d still like the chance of potentially dating him if this works out.

There’s a whole arc of you bonding throughout his recovery, resting in your room and hiding him from your family and friends (his injuries are too severe to make excuses for.) But now that both your identities are revealed Childe feels like a fool because damn, he really did just reveal his identity to his ‘rival’ all because of a crush (to be fair, he didn’t care for the secret identity thing too much in the first place.) 

You learn that Tartaglia was a type of self-defense mechanism that developed from when he fell into the Abyss. When placed in a regular modern world however, his instincts to fight for survival still linger.

—Yet all things considered, this could’ve ended really differently if you just decided to turn him in: ‘You must’ve found me really cute, huh? Was it my boyish charm?’ ‘No, it was your cyclops mask’ ‘...Now I see that spider-snark.’

Tartaglia would still cause trouble on occasion and you’d be the one to reel him in (just a little less violently than usual, though Childe does request for you to ‘treat him rougher’ at times. And you don’t know how to respond because whacking him on the head is just giving him what he wants.)

Sometimes you have encounters that are more akin to playfights, and whenever Childe does get the upper hand and cages you in, leaning close… you realise that maybe sparring is one of your love languages too — not that you’d ever admit it. You’re still in disbelief over the last time you arrested him as a joke:

’Oh? What’ll you do with me now that my hands are tied?’ 

…Next time, you’ll throw him off the building. There’s no way this ginger has that much of a grip on you!

Albedo

You were bitten by a radioactive spider that escaped from Rhinedottir’s lab! Rhinedottir is a super-genius scientist who specializes in creating synthetic life, who only realized the connection after Albedo did a sweep of their lab and found a test-subject missing.

So of course, Rhinedottir assigns him to investigate who you are. This is a great opportunity to study how the spider’s changed your biology, after all! 

It takes about a month for Albedo to figure out that Spiderman is none other than his own classmate in high school — he may be a synthetic human, but has been living more or less like a regular person since his body functions the same (needing to eat, breathe, and age). 

With his heightened intelligence and senses, Albedo does act a little inhuman sometimes — but that’s mostly because Rhinedottir was his main parent figure and less to do with his genetic makeup.

You guys never interacted before because of how big the school cohort is, but this year you were sorted into the same class! Shortly after Albedo sussed you out, you started to sense that eyes were on you via your spidey-sense, but couldn’t figure out who it was. Eventually, Rhinedottir formally invites you to her lab and an agreement is struck: you’d visit biweekly for check-ups and tests, while Albedo will assist you if anything unusual happens due to your spider traits.

Said tests range from sitting in a scanner to doing crazy stunts, but at least Albedo is there as a cute lab assistant! 

He’s generally kind and understanding to you (which you later realize is only directed to those he’s interested in, due to his aloofness at school despite his delicate looks,) and you both build a rapport through mutual secret-knowing (you find out about his synthetic makeup, too, after Rhinedottir explains that this lab is top secret and that no one should know it exists.)

Albedo didn’t immediately try to hang out with you outside of the lab, but eventually you grow close enough to admit that being a superhero makes it hard for you to maintain friendships. You have to bail if a villain appears, and can’t really explain where you disappear to — which makes Albedo suggest:

’In that case, I could keep you company.’ ‘Wait— Really?’ ‘Of course. But I must warn that my hobbies aren’t as exciting as your usual work.’

Despite this, you learn that genius scientists aren’t also dubbed as crazy for nothing. During missions or lazy afternoons where you declare your boredom, Albedo suggestions on what you could do always manages to surprise you. ‘...Hm, too much?’ ‘I’m starting to wonder if I’ll have to arrest you one day.’ ‘If that day comes, I’d look forward to our fight.’

You went from thinking Albedo would be just a cool, calculated friend into wondering if you’re the only thing keeping him from running morally-questionable experiments. On the other hand, this makes him very objective when you’re struggling on what to do during a fight — and your values of saving the most people possible pushes Albedo to consider other ways to resolve situations. Sometimes he’d handle the rescuing, so that you can pursue the villain who’s getting away.

However— his quiet, ethereal charm is very much still there. And there’s just something disarming about spending golden afternoons with someone that knows the biggest secret in your life; sketching flowers and working on assignments as if you’re just human. 

Albedo also does a bit of research based on his own curiosities; such as… to what extent do your senses try to protect you from harm? Does it register flusteredness as a state of vulnerability, like when he gains a sudden boldness and traces his fingers over your skin?

Sometimes, you can’t process how he plays both sides of himself so well; an effortless student with a thoughtful smile and clever glint in his eyes, then a lab assistant who coyly asks about your day, knowing full-well that he spent the entirety of it testing your reflexes. But the biggest debuff you have is how you feel some part of you melt, or shrink, or burn whenever Albedo fixes his gaze on you like that. As if he’s drinking in every little detail and cares for nothing else but you.

You tell yourself it’s for science, but even Rhinedottir knows Albedo’s invested much further than that. He’s never had this much pursuing a line of enquiry, before. Maybe it helps that he has a cute partner?

On a regular day where you’re testing out a new gadget Albedo’s designed (he appreciates how tools of potential destruction become acceptably used in your hands), your world is thrown off-kilter when a lookalike appears on the street. An earlier product of Rhinedottir’s research, who now goes by the name Rubedo, or Ruby for short.

Scaramouche

The spider-hero Scaramouche is otherwise known as Kuni in his civilian form, known for his sharp tongue but otherwise perfect track record as Inazuma’s local hero. He has a somewhat strained relationship with Ei (his mother who owns a giant tech company, that everyone expects him to inherit) and tries to keep people behind a ten feet pole. But of course, being a hero makes him soften up a little bit, swallowing his pride to help a lost tourist or explain an assignment to a peer.

His canon event was losing Niwa, which he blames himself for (if only he’d decided to be a superhero earlier, he may have been able to save his friend.) However, he does find the strength to persevere after he saves a young boy from an accident, who then requested to be swung around the city a little more so that he can experience what it’s like to fly (Scaramouche tells the kid that he can’t fly. But the kid is not picky about specifics.)

The young boy has an unknown illness, and isn’t expected to live past adulthood — but is somewhat doing fine while Kuni visits him on occasion (normally as Scaramouche, to cheer him up.)

Kuni’s also put some of his savings into being an anonymous sponsor for the illness’ research, which did catch Ei’s eye but she knows better than to pry. There’s a little moment of connection where she pats his head and tells him the funding will go to good use, and he huffs before leaving to sketch out new gadget designs in his room.

Being flawless for most of his life (skills come easy to him), Kuni does fear deep down that when there’s something he finally cares for — something big — he may fail in a manner that is unsalvageable to him. 

That’s why being a hero has helped a little, as even saving a person from a road accident helps him realize that that’s a life saved, regardless of the scope. His suit and powers are electro themed, with the ability to collect static and store it in his body, enough to prompt lightning-fast dashes mid air or shock an unconscious person back to life. 

You attend the same school as Kuni and caught his eye because of your big aspirations! The thing is, you’ve never been vocal about that and always chased them quietly (what aspiration/hobby is up to you) — working on your projects during your spare time, sometimes in the less frequented spots on campus or the library. Both of which Kuni is familiar with

There’s just something about the focused pinch in your brow and little smiles — it’s cute, and endearing, and maybe he’s projecting a little but whatever — you’ve just charmed him without even realising he’s been crushing on you. And eventually, Kuni takes some chances to interact with you more, both as a student and Scaramouche.

He’s often reading, listening to music, or sketching tech ideas in his notebook (it has a lock on it courtesy of his paranoia) — borrowing you his pen whenever yours runs out of ink or offering to show you a quieter corner when the noisy kids have taken over the main hall. Then as a hero, he’s saved you a couple of times from normal-human nuisances and swinging you to campus when you’re late and frazzled!

Scaramouche is more mellowed out around you because the mask helps him be less self conscious, while Kuni is reluctantly nice (still prickly). But once you find out about his identity, you'll be one of the only people that know of just how much good he's done for the world. He’ll start to openly shift between ‘both sides’ of his personality, which is kinda hilarious whenever his civilian sassiness comes through during his patrols (he’s very much a smart-mouthed spiderman). 

Your romance does develop, but there's sort of an odd love triangle before you found out his secret (his fault for approaching you in both forms). The breaking point is when you’re gazing out of your bedroom window (can’t sleep) and Scaramouche knocks on the glass. A short late-night rendezvous occurs, where you vent (without too much detail) to the stars.) And that’s when Kuni realizes that he really can’t screw this up.

Once you’re official, you’ll start to see parts of Scaramouche in Kuni and vice versa. LIke when he rescued Childe once and you could tell he really didn’t like the idea of bridal carrying the guy to the infirmary, so you volunteered to make sure Childe survives, instead. Or when a stray baseball almost hits you and Kuni effortlessly pulls you out of the way without a flinch. 

People say you've changed him but really you just made him comfortable enough to reveal the other sides of himself. The upside-down kiss trope also happened during one of your night-time escapes (yes it’s an ongoing theme) and it still lives rent free in his head!! He's a romantic deep down and now spends part of his time thinking of other date activities (he finds a match in you)

You’ve helped him on missions a few times (desperate moments where he can’t do everything alone), but the fact that you’re the first person he goes to for help — not Ei, not the police, not even Aether — is very telling of how much trust he places in you. All that echoes in his mind is the thought of you: resulting in ‘I need your help’ and your prompt ‘Just tell me what you need.’ (Yes you’re a little reverse of that Anna/Kristoff moment!) 

In the past, this may have been a moment where he feels his vulnerability threatened… but the idea of that isn’t even on his mind. He knows you — that just shows how far you’ve both grown!

Dahlia

Note: very brief biblical and church themes used, mentions of you as a type of monster/demon as perceived by the public. Feel free to skip Dahlia’s entire part if you aren't comfortable with these!

In a gothic medieval city without much tech and a strong Cathedral vibe… You're a vigilante hero who solves crimes in morally questionable ways (by the public's strict standards, at least). 

You're a vampire-spider with the ability to paralyse people with your venom! No other side effects exist, for now, but you do have an increased appetite for foods high in iron, and the change in your physical features (fangs and unnatural color of your eyes) are becoming harder to hide. 

At first, they’d only appear whenever you were using your powers. But as you get used to swinging around and climbing on walls, they’ve been appearing whenever your spidey-senses kicked in. And you have a bad feeling that if nothing is done, they may be on display forever.

You haven't committed any actual crimes, but the nature of your vigilantism and blatant disregard for the local police puts you on a general ‘wanted’ list. Open-minded folk thank you for your help while others call you a monster that needs to be caught by the Church. Deacon Dahlia is an important person in said Church but he doesn't really think there's a need to start a hunt; true to Barbatos’ ideals, he’s one of the more carefree and understanding figures amongst his peers, well-liked for his graceful demeanor and ability to keep calm under any and all pressures.

…That is, until you break into the Cathedral’s gardens and kidnap him one day, out of desperation when your spidey-traits don’t seem to be turning back like they should. Your fangs and eyes won’t be possible to hide from your friends and family — which will either land them in a tight spot as they try to keep your secret or land you immediately behind bars! 

Your intent was to ask for his help in a way that hopefully keeps your identity secret. Dahlia and the other deacons and deaconess’ have the ability to heal people from illnesses (small miracles enabled by Barbatos through their prayer), so surely he can do something! Fix your features, or take away your ‘curse’ altogether — anything works! (At this point you’ve been trying to do good as a hero, but it was mostly prompted by just horrible things happening in front of you that you couldn’t ignore. You’re still very early into your career.)

But, of course, Dahlia accesses your strange demeanor, request, and mode of approach (next time don’t commit borderline blasphemy by kidnapping Barbatos’ Herald) and finally tells you that he doesn’t have the answers you’re looking for. Blessings are for regular, small sicknesses — not exorcisms or curses like you described.

It’s not anger or frustration that fills you, but instead a hollow sense of helplessness. ‘...What am I going to do?’

Dahlia was just going to leave, now that you don’t seem intent on keeping him on the Cathedral’s rooftop — but pauses. He looks at the way you’ve lowered yourself onto the ground and buried your face against your knees, and asks:

‘What did you need my healing for?’

The dam breaks. You tell him everything — the day you got turned, poisoned by some animal in the woods, to the first time you used your powers to this morning, when your features transitioned fully. It all spills out without mentions of your personal background, but Dahlia gets the idea and decides to help you.

You look at him warily, your surprise strong enough for him to sense even with your disguise. ‘Really?’

‘Yes. So long as you help me with a matter of my own…’

Thus begins an odd dynamic of you using a spare room in Dahlia’s private quarters (being Barbatos’ Herald does have its perks of extra living space), in an almost beauty and the beast type of way (except the only thing making you the beast is your spider-powers, and Dahlia is only a little surprised — mostly intrigued — by how your eyes have turned into an unnatural variant of its original color, while your fangs seem to be made for delivering venom, but not exactly for eating meat like carnivores do.) 

He’s a lot more laid back about this than you expected, helping you get basic necessities and food without letting any of the others in the Church know. It helps that you can hide and crawl outside pretty easily if needed, to hide — and you start to grow curious about Dahlia yourself when he finally gives you your mission brief — to investigate some small crimes around the city that he suspects are connected, based on Rosaria’s reports. 

The mystery quickly proves to be bigger than either of you imagined, and it becomes a battle to keep the peace in Mondstadt while nefarious forces linger in the shadows. Meanwhile: What will the public think when they find out Deacon Dahlia has enlisted the help of a monster, of all things? A person whose powers (in a world with only blessings from gods or curses from demons) is most likely from a dangerous, nefarious source? 

Because of how close you’re working together, you discover sides of Dahlia that even the longest term Sisters haven't seen before (mostly because he works with them in a professional setting).

“You're less pious than I thought you'd be.” “Well, no point doing that in front of the person who decimated Barbatos’ statue.” “...Touché.” “You’re helping with the repairs, by the way.” “How many jobs are you having one person do?!”

And the first time you hear a genuine, happy laugh fall off his lips? You know that deep down, even if Dahlia was to turn against you someday… You may never be able to truly cut yourself off from the friendship you’ve built. Even if it was only you visiting the remnants of it, chasing after phantoms in the courtyard where bloody flowers bloomed — you’d stand there and wait, eyes angled away from the shadows swarming beneath your steps. 

[6okuto]

(Subtle) Care for a Depressive Episode

GN!reader x Ais, Vere, Mhin | cw: depression symptoms e.g. isolation, anhedonia, irritation, sleeping problems/insomnia (not too deeply! mostly a mention before saying what the chara would do). food and checking if you're eating (<- vere's)

for the anon who requested on wifeiy!! made sure to talk about your ideas of course ���

AIS

If you notice Princess and other Soulless approaching you more, being more affectionate and playful, I'm not saying that was (all) Ais, but I'm also not denying that they might be cooking. His pet spoiling is put on hold for spoiling You! :') Buying things you've needed or wanted recently, doing that "bought extra of your favourite do you want some" trick, etc.

If you enjoy physical affection, he puts in an effort to give you more. Maybe it's a kiss to your head while he walks past, hugging you from behind while you're distracted, a hand rubbing your thigh while you sit down together. It's subtle things he can brush off as his general casual affection. Neither of you really have to bring it up, both of you knowing what he's doing

^ He teases you less when you initiate (depending on your... vibe... it'll be a light comment). Just lets you wrap his arms around you and approaches whenever you ask. Sometimes you hug him silently, and he doesn't try to ask what's wrong. Just holds you and lets you let go first

Not good at small talk?... Ais is a small talk lover suddenly. Little check-ins to see how your day is going. He has never loved talking more about what he did today so you're still in the loop. <- Guy who noted things he could/would bring up to you later

If you're in an isolation stay-at-home state, at some point, you might realize Ais hasn't been going out to bars as much, instead staying with you or picking quieter spots. He chooses his words carefully so you don't think you're 'keeping him from having fun' or something—maybe he says the crowd's been more annoying than usual, or he needs a break from the smell of cheap drinks and piss, or that he likes spending time with you more. Y'know how it goes.

If you're dealing with anhedonia, not enjoying the things you usually do or feeling pleasure really at all, it's. Shit. Like Fuck my stupid baka life. Ais checks on you and sees how well you're sleeping, asks you to join him on a walk, maybe asks you to talk to him about your hobbies and teach him something. Just seeing if it'll get you up and moving

Always love the thought of him teaching you phrases!! Maybe you're in a bad mood and curse first, and he responds in a different language. You look at him like ...? and he smiles and says it again. Gonna use Korean because I'm familiar HABFHB but he'd be like, "씨발. Fuck," and ask if "You wanna learn some, sparrow?"

^ He'll teach you anything from "bastard" to "your shirt looks like shit and so does your face" if it distracts you for a while. Though I think it would also be cute if he complimented you and taught you sweet things too! Only for usage between you two, of course. (Jokingly complains he can't secretly call you attractive anymore without you understanding. Grins when you laugh.)

VERE

Leniency... He already has more for you than most others, but even the things he jokingly gives you shit for are now okay. Not just that but he like, makes the first step? Gives you the opportunity? If you know he doesn't like his tail being touched and wouldn't try first, he'll rest it against your thigh and won't move (other than a reflexive flick) when you touch it.

^ With the leniency, if you're easily annoyed or angered, he doesn't necessarily let your remarks slide (take a breath or reword what you just said), but he doesn't hold it against you, either.

He mentions different events and performances that are supposed to happen and gauging your reaction. You might be happily surprised when they coincidentally happen to be (related to) things you enjoy, even and especially if Vere doesn't particularly like them himself. If you don't want to go, that's fine, he didn't want to go much either. You can spend the evening together instead

Vere is generally more... blunt or pushy than the others... when it comes to getting you to do things. His subtlety manifests in how he won't explicitly say "Hey this is good for you and your depression" rather than actually Subtly Suggesting or Doing Things. If that makes Any sense. He's putting a meal on your desk and checking to see if you've eaten it—he's brought his own so you can enjoy a meal together.

...Nicer. Still Vere, but maybe he drops genuine compliments more often. You say something self-deprecating or try to deflect and he doesn't let it slide. (already does this but he's a little more firm about it if it happens a lot)

I love the idea of him doing art with you! Even just drawing in the same room because he never lets anyone see the finished product let alone his process, so when he sits down and doesn't mind you watching him, it means a lot I think. If he happens to draw a place or object that you really like, well, it's just practice y'know. He lets you keep it too

If you want to partake, he's.. maybe surprisingly? chill and good about it? If art isn't one of your interests, he gives you tips and likes whatever you draw, even if you don't. Maybe you do something simple together! Or something purposefully ass! You draw him and his ear twitches and his tail swishes a little.

If he knows you're already into art, he teases and say he has expectations considering he's lending some of his best supplies, but y'know. He seems satisfied no matter what you end up doing because at least he's gotten you focused on something

When Vere 'gets sleepy', he finds you to fall asleep next to. When he really wants to nap or sleep, he pulls you into bed and wraps an arm around your waist, tail curling around you both. Sometimes this is a lie and he just wants to stick near you and give you an opportunity to be affectionate if you'd like! Silly guy

You brushing his tail... Vere offering to brush or wash yours... very gentle and careful and thorough(?)... yeah...

MHIN

Of course they'll take you around to see the cats. In case you aren't well-acquainted with the little angels already, for every cat you point at, Mhin will teach you their name and describe how they met or share a fun fact (e.g. He has no survival sense and will show you his stomach immediately, She likes to climb your pants, Those two always sleep in that corner together, etc.)

And if you laugh at them when a cat jumps at them or catches them off-balance or whatever else, Mhin only jokingly huffs but never gets annoyed at any person or cat present.

They ask if you'd like to help cut up the fish and feed them, or even fish when evening comes. If you're nervous or aren't very good at it at first, they quietly help and encourage you, complimenting you when you succeed. It's good to have a schedule and something like a family of cats to look forward to, so Mhin always asks you to accompany them for the meals :]

Sorry for the 3 cat points. Like it's my fault or unexpected

You can try to help each other fall asleep, or at least stay up Together. The demons are always the worst at night... Mhin is good company, and they know what it's like wishing you could just go to bed the Whole night. Maybe you make a couple drinks and talk about nothing and everything!

If they notice you're distant or debating asking for physical affection throughout the day, Mhin silently moves to cuddle you that night, and every night. If you squeeze, they squeeze. If you try to sink further into them, they pull you in as much as they can. They'll tuck your head under their chin and rub circles into your back as long as you need.

Mhin getting you a little gift or trinket... They know it isn't a lot, but since they're doing commissions so much of the day, they figure a little cat figure might keep you company while they're gone

They already take care to clean themselves and their things before coming home, but I think. They take extra care. So that you don't worry about them or have to see something that might otherwise make you feel worse

Incredibly good at figuring out where you've been if you're staying distant. Even if they don't happen to Pop up while you're there, they'll do stuff like leave little things for you to find (something to give the cats? a cool coin?), anonymously send a drink or meal your way, etc.

If there's something you wanted to do with them earlier that Mhin declined, now is the time that they bring it up again. Like yeah, okay, let's go visit those stores, they have to scope out the area. You wanted to know how Mhin was on that rooftop before, right? If you still want to know, they're going again tonight to stargaze

i hope this helps a little and you're doing ok friend.. if u (or anyone!) would like a solo drabble or something less subtle or anything else,, just let me know! we're in this depression shit together fr🦔🪩🤍