#You guys can all come in to vent or to share your feelings if you want

[skzthelomlhehe]

Okie sooo I'm like in the middle of tests and work and the progress to my upcoming oneshots have been slow so I thought, "why not make some headcanons?" (Frankly cuz I'm fucking bored of studying and working all the damned time) Total Masterlist

Okie so for these little imagines, I was thinking

How your boyfriend!skz would react to you waiting for them in a sexy lingerie after they had a long day at work! [Ot8] {Pt. 1: Hyung Line}

MDNI // includes smut (think y'all can know by the title itself lmao), I'm not exactly sure what warnings to include, just know it's smutty (I'm very sorry I'm highly sleep deprived and running on my 7th coffee today my brain cannot function) // established relationships

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Bang Chan

Ok so like- I just KNOW the man wouldn't even notice. He'd walk in to your shared apartment (idfk), his head hanging with like heavy sighs and he wouldn't even notice what you were wearing when he walks in. I feel like it wouldn't be AFTER he had his shoes off and walking slow, tired steps towards you and then he looks up and drops his jaw like the bag he had in his hand. He'd prolly stutter sumn like, "Y-Y/N...? What are you...?" And not even have the means to say anything else. He would just be standing there worshipping you, basking in your beauty and walk up to you, wrapping his arms around your bare waist nice and gentle and place soft wet kisses everywhere, once again, worshipping you. Feel like even if he's tired, he would savour you in the gentlest way possible and if he had a really bad day, maybe even cry in your arms a little and vent during aftercare (cuz we all know what a damned softie he is and we love him for that)

Lee Know

For him, I'd say he would just walk in STOMPING cuz he's PISSED (possibly at himself cuz he thinks he doesn't work hard enough or at something or the other that disrupted his usual flow) and he'd just flop on the couch calling out to you probably to cuddle. Maybe even get things heated iykyk and in this case, he'd definitely do the latter. When you walk in wearing that sexy lingerie, his eyes would be wide fixated on you. And seeing him down on the couch in his usual manspread would just get you DRIPPIN'. He would probably scoff at the sight in front of him and flick his fingers motioning you to come and pat on his thighs to get you to sit down and like his little kitten you are, you would obey without a word. He'd probably run his hands all through your body, placing wet kisses, maybe even leaving marks. I'd imagine him saying something like, "what a good kitty. How'd you know I would need just this, hm?" In this husky seductive tone (once again iykyk) and despite how tired he is, I'd think he would take his time eating you up cuz youre his favourite meal~

Changbin

Would he possibly be walking in looking like he could murder someone? Yes. Will he come home to find you like that and go fucking feral? Absolutely. Will he just absolutely wreck your brains out? DEFINITELY. Do I even have to say anything?? The man is a gentle beast. He's gonna care for you, he's gonna love you, prepare you with foreplay and the moment he gets permission and knows you're ready to take him, he'd go BEAST. And then once you're done, and you'd just be laying there huffing in his arms, he would loudly yap about his day and by the end of it, let you know how much he loves you and appreciates your efforts cuz you unintentionally just made him the happiest man alive.

Hyunjin

Another guy who would worship you, really. When he gets home tired and groggy to see you sitting like a beautiful sculpture who was sculpted with extra care, extra love and extra details, he would fold. Probably melt in your arms telling you how crazy gorgeous you looked and how he would take his time painting you with his cum and then later after making a mess out of you, he'd take his time engraving your image both on his canvas and in his mind. No matter how tired he was from the day full of work, once you guys were done with all that, he would sit down on his painting stool with his large canvas in front of him while you laid there mindlessly filled and covered with his fluids. He'd look at you like a work of art, a once in a lifetime masterpiece created JUST for him while he keeps repeating sweet nothings as he paints you.

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Great monarch Revelboo if I ask you nicely could you please assign me a mech to cuddle 🥰 I can’t decide who I would want to cuddle with the most! Which mechs would enjoy it the most and which would enjoy it but refuse to admit it? ty ty you are the best 👑

Ahh! Love this 💕

Cuddle Time Headcanons

ES Wheeljack

- tries his hardest to convince you that you don’t actually want to cuddle with him. Painfully awkward guy, but he just gives up and allows it if you insist. Secretly loves it even if he’s embarassed

• Optics wide, he freezes when you just climb up into his lap and sit down. Like you belong there. And then you’re leaning into him and he hears Elita and Optimus make noises that sound suspiciously like badly suppressed laughter. Surely you’d rather sit with someone else? No? Embarrassed enough even before you lean into him with a happy little sigh. Venting softly, he loosely drapes a hand against you, freezing when you latch onto a servo and snuggle against his palm. Apparently no one wants to help him and he has no idea why you’ve latched onto him. Chosen him as your protector and safe spot. And okay, maybe it makes warmth spread through him, makes him want to protect you. But they’re all still staring at him and not even hiding that they think it’s funny. They have to realize he’s not cut out for this.

Bluestreak

- aware that he can be clingy, but if you encourage or just don’t tell him to stop, he just wants to cuddle with you.

• Servos flexing because you’d gone to sleep curled in your nest of blankets while he’d been out too late. And knows he shouldn’t disturb you when you look so relaxed, but still slides his servos under you. Hears the soft, sleepy sound you make, head lifting before you realize it’s him and relax in his hands. Lying down curled on his side, he cuddles you up against his chassis and folds his door wings out behind him. Cups a hand against you, chin tucked against his chassis and legs drawn up until he’s curled around you as much as he can. Letting the warmth of you keep the nightmares at bay.

Swerve

- if you give him permission to cuddle or just seek out his body heat, he’s all for it. But the narrative in his head is probably that you’re deeply, madly in love with him, not just cold

• Startling when you drape yourself against him, eyes closed and making a pitiful little noise of misery, he mass shifts for you, arms open wide. “Cold again?” He asks, feeling almost guilty that he’d been cutting down the temperature in his habsuite on purpose just so you’d curl up against him. And you just sprawl in his arms, letting him wrap himself around you. “I’ll file a complaint with Mags, let him know there’s something wrong with the heat again,” he lies, resting his chin on top of your head. And it’s just a little, bitty lie. You understand, right? Getting used to the pulse of his spark just like he’s used to the beat of your heart. And pretending you’re his, that you want to be in his arms. That you know you belong right here.

Jazz

- wants you to read one of your smutty books to him, promising he’ll behave while you sprawl on top of him

• “Hand,” you mutter as he drapes a hand over you, one servo on your butt. “Jazz.” And his crooked grin is completely unapologetic. Even if he’d promised to behave. Huffing, you flip open the book to the page you’d folded the corner of the night before. You swear he likes these cheesy romance novels more than you do as you begin to read to him, relaxing with the feel of his warmth against you, sprawled on him.

Hound

- wants to share with you the vast, green world outside the Ark. To curl up with you by a lake and relax

• “Oh.” The area’s heavily wooded, sun lancing through the leaves to dapple the mass shifted mech in gold as you look from him to the calm lake. Realizing that he’s sharing this with you, something that matters to him and his arms come around you, tugging you back into his frame. And you relax, feeling the heat of the sun and warmth of the mech at your back. “It’s beautiful.” Playing with his servos as his chin rests on top of your head.

TFA Bulkhead

- big, awkward guy. Lets you sprawl on top of him, a big hand draped over you as you both watch TV and whisper (and Sari and Bee both complain)

• Laughing as he slowly goes over backwards and you end up sprawled on top of him, he drapes a big hand over you, head back to watch the TV upside down. Laying your chin on him as a big servo runs between your shoulder blades, you can hear Sari and Bee’s loud ‘ewww’ at you both. It’s not like you’re making out, but they’re carrying on like you are and you reach to touch Bulkhead’s chin. Relaxed and comfortable where you are.

Armada Starscream

- wouldn’t admit that he needs the feel of you, your scent and warmth against him to be able to recharge. If you want to cuddle up against him, he allows it. Won’t ask for it even though a part of him loves it

• Venting he doesn’t resist when you and the mini-cons all sprawl on him. There’s no fighting it at this point, acting as your bed. Suspects you’re only after his warmth, but he doesn’t really mind having you there. Recharges better knowing where you are, feeling your heart beating against him. Because this is as close to home and family as he’s had in forever. Wants to protect this feeling, to hold onto it.

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STILL IN LOVE! #5 — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…

INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader & toji have two kids, megumi is readers bio son, jealousy, smut, angst, arguments, alcohol, drinking problem, family problems, arguing in front of kids, toxic behaviors, crying, mentions of divorce

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

It’s been an entire month since your argument with Toji. Neither of you had said a word to each other, not even when he comes to pick up or drop off the kids. He keeps his distance, not bothering to wait by the door with them, instead he waits on the sidewalk and waved goodbye to them when you open the door. It seems like the kids haven’t took notice of the hostility between you and your ex husband and you wanted to keep it that way. You didn’t want them to witness anymore than they already have. Occasionally, Naya asks if she can go over Toji’s more often, growing an attachment to her father, but you always have to explain to her that he’s busy working during the week. It breaks your heart knowing that your children aren’t growing up with a fully family. You know deep down, they question why they have to go back and forth between houses just to see their father, or wondering why their mommy and daddy aren’t together like the other kids. But knowing how young they are, they wouldn’t understand a single thing. Hopefully when they’re older, they’ll learn from the mistakes you and Toji have made.

You and Nanami have been going strong recently, finding that he makes you forget about the hardships in your life. He hasn’t met the kids yet, which you don’t plan on letting happen anytime soon. He’s a nice guy, great intentions, but you want to take things slow before overstepping your own boundaries. He has took you out on two more dates ever since the first one, and each time he impresses you more and more. It feels like you can be open with him, comfortable without getting judged. He’s also a great listener, not saying a word and just letting you vent all of your feelings out until you feel better. He puts a smile on your face when he knows you’re feeling down or thinking about something that stresses you out. And most of all, he doesn’t mention what happened that morning when Toji showed up at your house. You know he heard most of everything and it was embarrassing to say the least. Toji embarrassed you.

“Mommy, can I go see daddy?” You daughter tapped your leg as you were cutting up her and megumi some fruit to snack on.

You looked down at her with a soft smile. “Tomorrow, baby. You’re gonna see him tomorrow.” You popped a raspberry in her mouth, her favorite fruit.

“Dad’s been drinking a lot.” Megumi walked into the kitchen, stealing a piece of pineapple off of the cutting board.

“What do you mean?” You immediately question, placing the knife down.

“Beer. He gets uncle Gojo to buy it for him and drinks a whole bunch,” he explained. Your lips pursed together, inhaling deeply before you let out a frustrated sigh. You shook your head in disappointment, trying not to show the anger flowing through you right now.

“So can we go see him? I’m worried!” You daughter batted her eyelashes at you, a small frown on her face. No wonder she’s been asking to see Toji so much, it all makes sense now.

“How about you guys call him to say goodnight, mommy isn’t driving right now. Plus, it’s late.” You picked up the knife, cutting more pineapple into smaller chunks.

“Please! Please! Please, mommy!” You daughter grabbed onto the hem of your shirt, nearly ripping it off of you with the way she was begging.

“Naya, cut it out! Mom said no!” Megumi slightly raised his voice, an annoyed look on his face.

“I wasn’t asking you, dummy!” Her brows furrowed in anger, her gaze now on her brothers.

“Shut up, idiot!” Megumi shouted back.

“Aye! Cut the shit!” You warned, sharing looks between both of them. Naya huffed, stomping her little feet over to the living room. “I don’t need you guys calling each other names, alright? Naya, I said no, and that means no. And Megs, stop being mean.”

“She called me it first!” He exclaimed.

“I don’t care who did it first! I don’t need y’all fighting. Naya, come here!” You shouted from the kitchen. “Eh, stay here.” You pointed at Megumi when he tried to walk away. He let out an annoyed sigh leaning against the counter. “Naya!” She turned the corner with a frown on her face, eyes watery as she looked up at you. “Baby, what’s wrong?” As soon as you asked her that question she burst into tears. Before you could even place the knife down, Megumi picked her up and held her in his arms while she cried.

“Ny-ny, what’s wrong? I’m sorry I called you an idiot, okay? I was mad, but I shouldn’t have said that,” he said softly, rubbing her back as she cried on his shoulder. The little girl hiccuped softly, wrapping her arms around her brothers neck tightly. “Do you wanna tell mommy what’s wrong?” He asked, looking at her. He brought his hand up to her face, wiping the tears.

“Da…daddy!” She sobbed, trying to catch her breath. “I wanna see…daddy!” Tears streamed down her chubby cheeks as she laid her head back on her brothers shoulder. Megumi turned to look at you, and you could see that he was also worried about his father, even if he wasn’t as vocal as it. “Mommy!” She cried.

You reached your hands out, picking her up from Megumi and holding her to your chest. “You really wanna see daddy?” You asked, wiping off her tears with your shirt. She nodded, still whimpering and sniffling. She rubbed her puffy eyes, little fists holding onto the fabric of your shirt. “Okay, we’ll go see daddy then. Megs, put your shoes on.”

You held Naya’s hand as you walked up the steps with them. She had a little smile on her face, excited to all hell to see her father. Megumi rang the doorbell, waiting patiently with you in the cold. “You excited, huh?” You chuckled, looking down at your daughter.

“Who is it?” Toji’s deep voice spoke from the other side of the door.

“Dad, it’s us!” Megumi answered. You were a little nervous to see him, knowing that this was going to be an unexpected surprise, but you had a very valid reason for showing up here. Toji unlocked the door, confusion written all over his face when he seen you and his two kids standing outside in the cold. He barely had time to register the situation before Naya ran over to him and hugged him.

“Daddy!” She yelled followed by a giggle.

“Hey, peanut!” He picked her up like she weighed nothing, sitting her on his hip and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “What’re doing here so early, huh?” He asked with a smile.

“She’s been asking about you all day…all week actually,” you spoke. “She started crying cause she missed you so much, so I brought her over here,” you explained.

Naya fiddled with her dads lip scar, as Toji stood there and stared at you for a few minutes. It’s like he almost forgot how you sounded, it’s been so long. “Well, uh, would you like to come in or are you just dropping them off?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“Yeah, I’ll come in.” The only reason you accepted was because you wanted to speak to him about his drinking problem that Megumi suddenly brought up.

“Hi, buddy.” Toji ruffled Megumi’s hair, giving him a kiss on top of his head. He closed the door behind you, your eyes immediately taking notice of the four beer cans that sat on his coffee table. A rush of disappointment came washing over you as you continued to stare at them. “Don’t mind the mess,” he awkwardly chuckled, quickly trying to clean up as he sat Naya down on the couch.

You stuffed your hands in your coat pocket, standing in the middle of the living room as he grabbed the cans and quickly took them into the kitchen. “I told you,” Megumi whispered. Toji walked back into the living room, looking at you.

“So, uh, she was crying you said?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “she…she was like full on sobbing for you. Scared me shitless at first if I’m being honest.”

“Ny-ny, you can’t be scaring mommy like that.” Toji walked over, pinching her cheeks until she giggled. You watched the scene in front of you, seeing the smile on your daughter’s face when she was with Toji made your heart swell. “If you want, I can take them early, and come pick up their stuff tomorrow. You look…tired.”

You shrugged. “Just a little. It’s been a long week.” Toji nodded in agreement, standing back up right as all you stood there in silence while the two kids watched whatever was on the tv. “Toji, can I speak with you?”

“Yeah, yeah, what’s up?” He asked.

“In private.” You stared at him.

“Um, yeah. Megs, Ny, stay here, okay? Watch whatever you wanna watch.” He smiled at them.

“Megs, can we watch The Incredibles again?” Naya clung to her brothers arm as he grabbed the remote.

You followed Toji down the hallway to his bedroom. “How have you been?” You asked, shutting the door behind you.

“Me? I’ve been fine. How are you?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Your eyes were locked onto him as you stood there by the door. Toji had a confused expression on his face. “Something wrong?”

“How have you been, Toji?” This time you asked with more sternly, clenching your jaw.

“I don’t get…I don’t get it.” He looked around the room as if he was being pranked, awkwardly rubbing his hands on his thighs.

“Megs told me about your drinking problem. You got Gojo going out and buying beer for you all the time? Getting drunk when the kids are here?! I can smell it on your breath!” You yelled in a whisper, folding your arms across your chest.

“I only drink enough to get tipsy, okay? I wouldn’t get drunk around the kids, y/n,” he sighed, holding his head in his hands.

You scoff, “like that makes it any better. Naya keeps asking about you because she’s worried, crying her eyes out because of it, because she misses you. Megumi doesn’t say a word about how he feels, but I can tell he’s scared, Toji. You had four beers on the fucking coffee table when I walked in!” You exclaimed, eyebrows raised.

“I know,” he sighed. “I’m sorry. I just…I’m dealing with shit, y/n.” He rested his elbows on his knees, looking down at the floor.

“We are all dealing with shit, Toji, but you gotta be there for our kids! I’m not here to argue with you, okay? I just want to know what is going on. The kids want to know what’s going on.” You looked at him with concern as he avoided your gaze completely, head still hung low.

“I can’t say it.” Toji looked up, finally locking eyes with you.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because it won’t matter, y/n. I’ve made mistakes, and I’m dealing with them. That’s all there is to it.” He bit the inside of his cheek, closing his eyes.

Your expression softened. There was no need for Toji to explain what he was talking about because you already knew. He was talking about you guys, your relationship, your marriage, your family. “It wasn’t just you, Toji,” you spoke softly. “It was me too. We grew apart. It happens.”

He shook his head. “You were only acting that way because of how I was treating you. It’s not your fault so don’t say it was, please. I’m the one who fucked it up. Back then I fucked it up, and now I’m fucking it up. Every time I got something good going on I find a way to ruin it.”

“Toji…” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

He stood up from his spot on the bed and walked towards you, his muscular and tall frame trapping you against the door. “I’m sorry. I miss you, I miss what we had, mama. You gotta understand me.” He cupped your face in his hands.

“No, no, don’t do that.” You shook your head, removing his hands from you.

“Do what, mama?” He asked softly.

“That, Toji.” You kept shaking your head at him. “I can’t. We can’t.”

“Why not? Hm?” He tried to catch your eye.

“I’m with someone else,” you bluntly said. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, almost deafening in your ears as you stood there against the door. There was nothing but silence from Toji. He took a step back from you.

“Is it him?” Toji asked. All you did was nod. He scoffed. “So y’all are really together?”

“Yeah, we are,” you answered. “He treats me good, makes me happy.”

“So you don’t love me anymore?” Toji questioned.

“I didn’t say that!” You looked at him in disbelief.

“That’s not what you said the last time we spoke to each other. What you said fucking hurt me. You hate me. You wish you never married me. Remember that?” Toji cocked his head to the side.

“I was upset, Toji.” You rolled your eyes.

“You just don’t say shit like that, y/n. Never once in our entire relationship together have I said some shit like that to you.” He stood there, waiting for you to say something, but you didn’t.

“Well, I don’t know what you want me to say! I came here because Naya was worried about you and Megumi told me about your drinking problem. That’s all I came to talk about! I didn’t come to talk about what we had going on, okay? So just fucking drop it. I’m happier, I’m better. I’m getting treated the way I deserve to be treated for the first time in my life." You snapped.

“For the first time in your life? Are you hearing how you sound right now? I know I wasnt perfect, but I did everything I could to make you happy. Yes, there were some things I could’ve done better, but I loved you like you were supposed to be loved. Why else would I marry you?” Toji walked towards you again.

“Then you should’ve showed that love. Just know I’ll be better without you.” You opened the bedroom door, walking down the hallway.

“Y/n!” Toji shouted. He followed after you as you ignored him. “Y/n!” He shouted again.

“Stop following me, Toji! I’m leaving!” You screamed.

Megumi and Naya looked over at both of you, seeing you two yelling. “I’m not done talking to you!” Toji grabbed your wrist, pulling you back.

“Well, I am!” You snatched your arm back from him.

“Stop it!” Megumi yelled, covering his little sisters ears.

You and Toji looked over at the kids sitting on the couch, Naya’s eyes watery, lip wobbly as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Megumi shared looks between both of you, concern and fear written on his face. “Come on, let’s go back home. You’ll see daddy tomorrow.”

“I wanna stay!” Naya pouted.

“Naya, please, get in the car.” You sighed in frustration, grabbing her hand.

“No! No!” She started screaming, dropping to the floor and kicking around, throwing a tantrum.

“Get up, Naya! I’m not gonna ask you again!” You lifted her off of the floor, grabbing her hand again. She pulled away from you, running over to Toji, hugging his legs.

“Fine. Fine. Stay with your father. I’ll see both of you in a few days. I love you.” You grabbed your keys from your coat pocket, walking to the front door, slamming it shut behind you.

“Come here, baby girl.” Toji picked his daughter up.

“You two always fight! I hate it!” Megumi stormed out of the living room and into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him, making Naya jump. Toji stood there in the living room with his daughter, a lump forming in his throat. He let out a choked sob, immediately hiding his face from his daughter.

“Daddy, don’t cry.” She wiped his tears away.

“I’m sorry, baby girl.” He sniffled. Your family was falling apart right in front of Toji’s eyes. Megumi is looking for a way out of this family at such a young age, indulging in video games and tv to drown out the real problems. Naya conflicted with her feelings, crying constantly because of the state both of you were in, affecting her. Nothing is like it was before. Toji hated this was happening. This is was last thing he ever wanted.

You sat in your car outside of his house, wiping your tears from how overwhelmed you were. You were at a loss on how to fix this. Each time you tried, it ended the same. You were fearful it was going to keep getting worse, worse until there was no way to reverse the damage done.

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[lover-of-mine]

Okay, me and @buckgettingstruck have been going back and forth since yesterday and we have reached enlightenment about bucktommy, and I'm here to share. This isn't an anti post btw, this is us trying to make sense of the relationship in the context of the show.

But imagine you're Tommy. You’ve been closeted for most of your life and you recently came out (yeah, recently, six years is not that long). You left your fiance and decided to come out, but since then most of your relationships — friends and otherwise — have been shallow. For some reason, you don't know how to turn off the instinct to keep people at arm's length.

Suddenly you’re helping your old coworkers rescue your former captain and his wife, and in come Eddie and Buck. 

You hit it off with Eddie. He’s very friendly and you have a lot in common, so you're hanging out with him and trying to get a feel for him. Maybe he’s into guys. Hanging out with him is fun, even if you still can’t find any actual reason to open up to him about your life. You go to fights, you practice Muay Thai, you play basketball. You have fun. 

And then there’s his crazy ass best friend — Buck. 

Buck is spinning out about the two of you hanging out for a few weeks for some reason. You kinda assume there’s something going on with him and Eddie and you try to apologize to the guy. Buck tells you that it's not because he’s jealous of Eddie, it’s because he wants your attention. It throws you for a loop (my attention? You two haven’t really talked since he asked for a tour around Harbor), but your interest is piqued. The guy is hot, and he’s cute in a rambly way so you decide to go for it and it works out in your favor. But in the back of your mind, you know that this dude has some very intense relationship going on with his best friend. You had to bring up Eddie’s kid to get him to warm up to you, after all. But for all you know Eddie is straight, and Buck says he wants your attention. You don’t want anything that serious — breaking off the first engagement was hard enough — and you don’t really have anything to lose by just seeing where this goes. You’ve only been out for six years, so you want to explore. Maybe this could be fun. 

The first date is a bit of a trainwreck, and the dude turns out to be too intense. Somehow Eddie showed up with that girlfriend of his he’s never really talked about, and Buck is spinning out. You decide to cut your losses and go home — even if leaving Buck on the curb was a bit of a dick move. But Buck calls you a few days later. You meet for coffee. He tells you he doesn’t know what he wants, but he wants to try with you. He invites you to Chimney’s bachelor party and his wedding to Buck’s sister as a nice gesture and you figure, what the hell? Why not? Maybe it’s a little much, but he’s trying. 

In your head, you're in a fun, casual relationship because you haven't had the conversation about it being serious. Since Buck doesn’t bring it up or ask you for very much at all, you believe he is on the same page. You keep him at arm’s length so it stays that way — when he talks about almost losing Bobby, the whole Gerrard mess. It’s subconscious, you think, but keep it light and surface level. You don't want something that deep, and he is following your lead. You maybe see each other once a week, considering you both work 24-hour shifts and have chaotic schedules. You go to dinner, you go to the movies, and maybe you make out a little. It's easy and it's fun, and you can stay that way as long as the Buck doesn't push you further. It’s been almost six months now, and beyond venting about Gerrard a few times, he hasn’t even nudged. 

It’s a little weird, though, how Eddie’s always there. And you really like Eddie, honestly, but he’s constantly around. Sometimes it feels like you’re the third wheel here. He’s already there when you arrive for Chimney’s bachelor party, dressed in a suit to match Buck’s and helping set up. Suddenly a few months later you’re being invited to Chris’s Zoom birthday party, where Buck looks just as defeated taking the decorations down as the kid’s father. Buck dislocates his shoulder — you didn’t ask why, and he didn’t volunteer the information — and Eddie is there tucked into the guest chair with a magazine and the shitty hospital coffee, asking about Buck’s recovery and return to work. You do get to stay with him overnight, on his uncomfortable couch and falling asleep as he talks on and on about the corpse he accidentally rented (and alright, why did Buck get mad at him for laughing and not Eddie?). When Buck wakes up with boils the next day it’s not even a question for him to call Eddie. Eddie talks him down a lot better than you could, even if the situation is a bit ridiculous. You don’t miss the way he snaps at you for calling him gross — mentioning your cousin gets shingles is apparently a crime — while he tells Eddie to call his appearance what it is and he’ll believe it’s stress if he says so. But hey, getting boils kinda sucks, and Buck is having a rough go lately, so you move past it. But you don’t miss how Eddie seems to sense that Buck’s picking at his face without looking up from his phone when you’re at the hospital a couple days later because of Hen’s kid. You don’t miss how everyone else gets the good news that he’s going to make it through. Everyone except for you. 

You kinda want what Buck has, if you’re being honest. He found a family at the 118, with really intense people on his six, and you’re hoping that when the relationship runs its course you can stay friends. Maybe you can still keep part of that. Maybe that’s still within reach, even if Buck won’t even show you the text everyone else got. 

Buck goes from zero to a million after that, because he finds out he dated your ex-fiance and his next course of action is to thank you for gay rights and ask you to move in with him.

Up to this point, you thought you were on the same page — light, casual, fun. He didn’t push, but then he shoved you both off a bridge and now you can't ignore the thing that's been in the back of your mind for the last six months. 

Honestly, you have no idea what’s going on with Eddie. The mustache is a choice, and he was doing some funny things with that ring pop back at the hospital, but for all you know, he’s a zero on the Kinsey scale. You know Buck has something going on beneath the surface with how he feels about Eddie, whether he realizes it or not. You knew there was an expiration date on this thing when you started, and you didn’t even mind. You kept it fun and light over the past six months. You kept your distance — maybe a bit too much, considering Abby never came up until now. You hoped maybe you’d get to keep some decent friends once Buck figured his shit out. You knew, even if you tried to ignore it. You tried to enjoy it while it lasted. 

You tried to convince yourself it wasn’t there for a while. Buck, as far as he knew, still knew, was telling the truth. He wanted your attention, your time, you. He’s still figuring everything out, and you thought maybe you had more time. Keeping it casual and slow could only go so far, in the end. 

Buck nudges once, pushes you to consider what it would be like to be in a relationship with him that's serious. He’s talking about living together and you’re panicking a little bit as a thousand scenarios run through your brain, but you can’t see an ending that's not him realizing he has feelings for someone else and leaving you. Another six months, a year, five years — it's all the same. 

You didn’t want to get hurt in this situation, but you will be if you stay. You’ve already hurt people by denying the truth before.

So you tell him — I know how this ends.

You didn’t want to. You never really planned on ending it because you figured he would, but you reached the point where you can't come back. He wants more, and you know that would just end in smoke. Not for him, but for you. 

So you have to break this guy’s heart. And you know if you break this guy’s heart, you’re going to become the villain. You lose the entrance to a family you wanted to be a part of. You lose the friendship you had with Eddie, who is just as goddamn weird and crazy about Buck as Buck is about him. You lose the potential friendship in Buck, in them both, in everyone. There’s only one way out of here now. 

Buck’s somehow still endearing as you end things. You try to nudge him for once, talking about firsts and lasts. He doesn’t get it. You throw in some line a parking spot because the second reserved one Buck got with his loft went to Eddie years ago. You step into the hall, out of Eddie’s shadow, and walk away with nothing.

[muletia]

guys... please let me cook... and hear me out on this...

obsessed!megop x reader

but not in a 'we're rivals fighting for the love of our lives' or 'sharing our darling' way — more like 'after the messiest divorce in the universe, we got back together, but now YOU are entering this relationship with us'. basically, a poly relationship sprinkled with insanity and horniness

very incoherent and loose headcannons word count: 1100 18+ content at the end (nothing detailed tho)

Let’s assume Megatron and Optimus sort things out. After eons of brutal fighting, they go back to their roots—being with each other, not against each other. They find common ground in their conflict, reaching a compromise between ideologies. Maybe it’s when you entered their lives, and their intense feelings for you began to overlap, eventually aligning on the same wavelength. They realized they could allow themselves a fresh, better start. Build a relationship anew, this time on sturdier foundations. Escape the trap of repeating the same moves— ones that only slowed their rival down rather than destroying him outright. In this case, you’re the catalyst for peace, the olive branch that reconciled two warring factions, all while bringing an end to the longest, most toxic divorce trial in the universe.

When there’s a breakthrough in their relationship, the tangled mess of emotions—hatred, longing, and fervor—slowly begins to untangle. That’s when they disappear from your life for a while. From everyone’s daily life, really. Megatron no longer sat brooding on the Nemesis, scheming your next abduction, and Optimus never returned to base after announcing he was going to "clear his mind." They vanished like stones dropped in water. Zero contact. Not even Soundwave could locate his master. The Autobots were just as clueless.

For you, this situation seemed perfect—you could finally start living a normal life. No more getting kidnapped at 3 a.m., no more being stuck under house arrest at the Autobot base. No more deranged warlord holding you on his lap, promising passionate fantasies that could never come true as long as his rival kept a protective watch over you. And no more overprotective Autobot leader spending hours parked in your driveway. You were free. For about a month.

Ratchet is the first to inform you. After weeks of complete radio silence, they finally managed to locate Optimus. And despite the routine drama of abductions and rescues, you couldn’t help but feel happy. And relieved. Because you missed him, even if you were exhausted by his antics. Maybe you even missed Megatron a little... Despite his madness, he could be charming and intriguing, at least. And everything was going great, just fine—until Ratchet informed you that Optimus was at your house. And he wasn’t alone.

From that point on, you became entangled in their fledgling, turbulent relationship. Passionate, yet resembling a ticking time bomb. Still unexplored. And the funniest part of it all? You were living a much better life than before, even though you were the only sane person in this relationship.

They’ve infected each other with their mania, directing it toward each other whenever you’re not around. It’s especially convenient for you because now Megatron has someone else to fixate on when he feels possessive or craves physical contact. He can take it out on Optimus, who also acts as a brake on his partner’s urges when they get too overwhelming when the need for touch prickles at his claws. No more abductions and schemes—now he can vent on Optimus. That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook, though. When you come home from work, both of them are eagerly ready to show you just how much they’ve missed you.

They quickly find a way to insert themselves into your home. To have a space that’s yours, where they know you’ll always return—and they take full advantage of it. You come back from work, and they’re already there. You’re just taking off your shoes, and you can already feel warm claws brushing against your exposed neck, followed by gentler servos caressing your cheek. Megatron wastes no time, pressing his sharp dentae to your bare skin. Optimus, ever the considerate one, asks how your day was and reminds his partner that you deserve at least a minute to relax. A brake. You go to prepare dinner, and behind you, there’s the subtle sound of metal tapping against metal and an even quieter, low moan...

With two Cerberuses at your side, you’re practically untouchable. And while Optimus doesn’t go beyond stern verbal warnings or intimidation by size, Megatron is ready to demolish your boss’s house if he dares make a snide remark at you. This dynamic also shows when you’re around the Autobots (it took them a long time to accept the new reality, by the way). One sassy comment from Arcee, and your protector is ready to return to the warpath to defend your honor. There are even times when Optimus fiercely defends his partner when someone on his team doubts Megatron’s reformation.

Even though they have each other now, content with their companionship and finally feeling fulfilled, they still can’t stop talking about you. Declarations of the passion they feel for one another almost always transform into monologues about you—about their longing, the softness they associate with you, the belief that if you were with them right now, they’d feel that sense of completeness again. Wholeness. Fulfillment. Harmony. Caught up in each other, but still aching with longing for their human. Their beloved. Without you, they’re like planets without a sun—lost, unproductive. They need you to function on a basic level. The three of you are inseparable.

The end of the war means more free time. Both of them are now unemployed, so all their attention shifts to nurturing your relationship. Including in the bedroom... Suppressing their feelings for so many years, burying them deep in their sparks even as they fiercely clawed for freedom, they’re surely brimming with frustration—frustration that spills into their most intimate, primal needs. They infect you with their fever, proving just how unbearably they’ve missed you and how deeply the desire to have you has consumed them. How it’s burrowed into their processors, taking over their lives, manipulating every choice and decision.

Some days, they can’t wait. The conversation about you goes on too long, dives into too intense, too intimate territory, mocking their self-control and teasing hidden components. Sometimes they climax, chanting your name, even when you’re not around. Sometimes you witness their "games." You don’t intervene, yet have full control. Watching with your own eyes just how utterly dependent they are on you, how they can’t release without your approval.

If having one titan in love with an ordinary mortal wasn’t already an empowering feeling, now you have two, completely at your mercy. Both burning with their own desire and all the tools needed to relieve it—yet it is your word that is final.

try not to develop a god complex challenge, lmao

[fushigurokogane]

~ Megumi Fushiguro Headcannons ~

hiii lovess~!! This is my first post on tumblr so BARE with me!! I hope you guys like these headcannons of our favorite EMO MANNN!!

~ Megumi is the type to show his love through actions rather than words. He may not be the most openly affectionate, but his protective instincts are off the charts. Whether it's making sure you're safe during dangerous situations or just being there when you need him, you’ll always feel his quiet support. If you're ever in a tight spot, he'll make sure you're safe without making a fuss. “Stay close to me. I’m not letting anything happen to you,” he’ll say with a calm but firm tone. If a situation arises where you’re in danger, he won’t hesitate to step in, reassuring you with, “I’ll handle this. You just focus on staying safe.”

~ When Megumi gives you compliments, they’re never over the top or cheesy. Instead, he’ll casually tell you, “You look nice today,” or “I like the way you think.” It’s not flashy, but it’s sincere, and you can always tell he means it. He doesn’t like to draw too much attention to it, but you’ll catch him giving you a soft smile and saying, “You look good today. Not that you don’t always, but today... it’s different.” Or, when you’ve just come up with a good idea, he might say, “I like how you think. You always know what to say.”

~ Megumi prefers quiet, low-key dates. Maybe a walk in the park, sitting at a quiet café, or going to a bookstore. He’s not one for big crowds or flashy outings, but he enjoys spending time with you in peaceful settings where he can focus on you without distractions. He enjoys the silence as much as the conversation. “I like this. Just us... no need for anything fancy,” he’ll say, glancing at you with a rare, warm smile. If you stop to look at something, he might add, “I’ll wait here. You take your time looking around.”

~ When you’re feeling down, Megumi is the type to sit with you in silence, offering his presence more than words. If you need someone to vent to, he listens patiently and gives sound advice without being too overwhelming. He doesn’t need to solve everything, but he’s there when you need him. He’ll sit by your side, saying, “You don’t have to say anything. I’m right here,” in a voice full of quiet support. If you start to share your thoughts, he’ll nod and respond with something like, “I know it’s tough right now. Take it slow, okay?”

~ Megumi respects your autonomy and space. He’s not the type to cling to you or act jealous. Instead, he’s supportive of your goals and interests, even if they don’t always overlap with his. He appreciates your independence and doesn’t feel the need to be in your business 24/7. He’ll reassure you, “You don’t have to check in every second. I trust you.” If you mention needing some alone time, he might respond with, “I get it. You need time for yourself. Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

~ Though he’s serious most of the time, Megumi has his playful side that comes out around you. Whether it’s teasing you in a light-hearted way or showing off his random little quirks, he can be surprisingly fun once he feels comfortable. He might nudge you with a smirk, saying, “You really think you can beat me? Let’s see about that.”

~ Megumi is more in tune with your emotional state than he lets on. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, he’s the type to step in and help without hesitation, whether it’s through a comforting gesture or just taking care of things on your behalf. He doesn’t like seeing you stressed and will do what he can to make things easier for you. He’ll gently say, “You don’t need to carry all of that alone. Let me help.” Or, if you seem particularly stressed, he’ll comfort you with, “You’re stressed. I can see it. Take a breath. I’ve got it from here.”

~ He’s not one for grand gestures of affection, but Megumi has his ways of showing how much he cares. From the gentle way he touches your arm to the occasional shoulder rub when you're tense, his physical affection is subtle but full of meaning. When he holds your hand, it’s with a sense of quiet trust. He’ll offer his hand and say, “You can hold my hand if you want. I don’t mind,” or, in a quiet moment, “It’s just... I feel better when you’re close.”

~ Megumi isn’t the type to show jealousy openly. If he feels threatened by someone’s attention toward you, he’ll internalize it and try to focus on keeping his cool. But, if he gets too worked up, he might get a little more protective over time, making sure you're always by his side. He might downplay his feelings with, “Don’t worry, I’m not jealous. I just don’t like seeing you get too close to someone who doesn’t have your back.” If it continues, he’ll lean in and say, “I’m fine. Just... stay by me, okay?”

~ Megumi can be a little awkward when it comes to public displays of affection. He’s not someone who enjoys showing off his relationship in front of others, and he prefers to keep things low-key. However, in private, he can be quite affectionate in his own subtle way, like giving you a quick kiss on the forehead or cuddling up next to you during a movie. When you’re out together, he’ll say with a slight blush, “We don’t have to hold hands in front of everyone, but... I don’t mind when it’s just us.” After a kiss on your forehead, he might add, “Don’t read into it. I just wanted to do that.”

~ Megumi takes your words seriously, even the small things. Whether you’re talking about something that happened during your day or telling him about a random thought, he listens and engages with what you say, showing you that your opinions and feelings matter to him. When you share something on your mind, he’ll respond thoughtfully, saying, “That sounds like it was rough. What do you think you should do about it?” Or, if you keep talking, he’ll encourage you with, “I’m listening. Keep going. What happened next?”

~ When you're feeling under the weather or stressed, Megumi will step in and take care of you without hesitation. He’s the kind of boyfriend who’ll grab your favorite snacks, bring you water, or just stay with you, making sure you're comfortable and rested. He’ll come over and quietly say, “Here’s some water. I’ll stay with you until you feel better.” If you need anything else, he might add, “You need anything else? Just let me know. I’ve got you.”

~ Megumi respects when you need your own space. He doesn’t take it personally if you need time to recharge, and he uses that time to reflect or work on his own things. It’s not about distancing, but about understanding that being together sometimes means giving each other the space to grow individually. He’ll reassure you with, “I know you need some time. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” If you’re taking a break, he’ll tell you, “Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

~ Megumi finds peace in your presence, even if he’s quiet or a little reserved. Just being around you is enough to help him unwind, whether it’s reading together, having a silent dinner, or simply lying in bed beside each other. He appreciates the stillness you bring to his often chaotic life. He’ll look at you with a content expression and say, “It’s nice, just... being here with you.” On more quiet days, he might murmur, “I don’t need to go anywhere. I’m happy just sitting here with you.”

~ While he might not be the loudest or most expressive boyfriend, Megumi is the steady rock you can lean on. His consistency and reliability are a testament to his feelings for you, and no matter what challenges come your way, you can count on him to be there for you in his own quiet way. When times are tough, he’ll say with calm assurance, “I’m not going anywhere. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out.” Or, when you need reassurance, he’ll quietly tell you, “It’s okay. You don’t have to do it alone. I’ve got your back.”

DID YOU GUYS ENJOYYY??? I might make headcannon for yuji too!! So if you want one LET ME KNOWW!! ILY U SM POOKIES BAI BAIII~~!!

love, ✭ Nika ✭

[moriitis]

uhm so I don't know if requests are open right now but I wanted to ask maybe a EJ in a relationship hc like you did with Toby? Only if you want to though!!! 💖

What would it be like dating Eyeless Jack? Content/Warnings; sexual themes, blood. MINORS DNI. 18+

The most laid back, chilled boyfriend you could ask for. It would be rare to get into an argument with Jack, either because he never looks for one or because he'll walk away from the situation altogether. Would absolutely be his biggest green flag! If you were to get heated or flustered over something, he'll mutter little words to try and calm you down.

"Try not to worry about it, it'll be a thing of the past before you know it."

Very reserved and unlike Toby; he wouldn't go out of his way to piss you off or annoy you. Maybe he'll tease you softly here or there.

Loves to encourage you to do the things you love! And hates it when you put yourself down if you aren't good enough. Admittedly, he has a huge soft spot for nerdy or even smart s/o's, so when you're rambling over something you love or something you're passionate about; he'll be swooning all over you.

Understands distance and admittedly, likes his own alone time. Don't read this wrong, he absolutely loves your company but simply loves it more when you're both preoccupied with something and just sat in the room together in silence.

Due to his lack of.. eyesight, Jack is a very touchy feely person. Which means he is very, very physical. It took him some time to feel confident enough to touch you, purely because he wasn't sure how much he could hold himself back. His hands will roam over your arms, occasionally rest on your lower back if you were together. Would tend to avoid touching you in a sexual manner.

He is a very good listener! Need to vent? He'll lend an ear. Just don't go to him expecting advice though, because really he's the worst. Somebody annoying you?

"Just don't talk to them..?"

Just doesn't really understand the concept of shit talking, so if you are venting don't expect him to join you. He'll just try to give you logical options so you can resolve your issues quicker.

On the matter of gossip, Jack knows everything. Hiding a secret from him is pointless because not only is his superb hearing going to pick up the most quietest of things; but he can sense a change in your body language too.

And despite the fact he doesn't enjoy shit talking, he will share a lot of juicy gossip he has heard.

I said he likes touch, well this guy loves to fucking cuddle. He loves smelling your intoxicating scent, wrapping you around his large frame and protecting you from anything that may threaten you. His cuddles will always lead to sex though, he can't help the raging boner he gets every time.

Always gets little hyper bursts, especially after he's eaten and during that time he's so fucking hilarious. It's like he's drunk, but except drunk on alcohol; it's like he's drunk on the high amount of blood he's consumed. You'll notice little tinges of red under the greys of his cheeks as he's chuckling, a low and raspy chuckle as he's mumbling complete bullshit that frankly makes so sense.

It wouldn't be Jack if he didn't teach you the basics of sewing up a human body, where to find your major arteries and quizzes you on where all your vital organs are. Maybe it's because he loves hearing you talk about it, almost like it's his own, unique dirty talk.

Oh, and the endless piggy backs. Despite his scrawny, skinny appearance, this guy is strong as fuck. He loves carrying you around. Tired? Get on that mans back. And there's something about holding you while he fucks you relentlessly too..

Does not open much, like.. at all. So you have to come to terms with the fact that Jack is just a reserved person who doesn't like talking about his past. Unless he has a mental breakdown and then it's all spewing.

The. Fucking. Pet. Names. Always finds a new pet name for you.

"Darling. Lovey. Love. Angel. Sweetness. Honey. Sweet thing."

But then his pet names gets him hungry and after all he can't help it, your blood smells so sweet, so inviting.

Lots of little acts of love too. Making sure you don't forget medication, tucking you in under blankets (even though his body heat is enough to warm you), peppering your face with endless amounts of kisses.

He's a romantic too, he's just not very good at showing it. He's awkward, so you can't blame him. He'll put the effort in to be romantic nevertheless, but he's a natural gentleman so he doesn't need much effort put in to begin with. Hold doors open for you, shit this man will even get on his knees to tie your shoelaces for you.

And of course, he lectures you a lot; sometimes about the most dumbest of things. But it's just because he cares about you.

I wouldn't imagine Jack to be controlling, but there's aspects where it could seem that way. It wouldn't be outright either, he'd just kinda say things like;

"You shouldn't do this. Think before you do things. What would the consequences be," etc, etc.

Forgot to mention this guy is smart as all fuck too. Got a math equation you're struggling on? He's a fucking human monster calculator.

rambled a little too much about this man.

thank you so much for requesting this! glad my man jack is getting a little more love, lord knows he deserves it.

sorry if these aren't great lmao

[eggcompany]

Between Buddies

Viktor never enjoyed touching himself. He attempted to go through the act of 'jerking off', all boys liked to make himself cum. Except him. He just couldn't make himself feel that way. Jayce, his best friend, however, often and fruitfully made himself orgasm. And spoke about it without much care. So when he offered to give Viktor an orgasm, just to chill him out a bit, Viktor let him. He trusted Jayce, and he had heard the rumors girls spread, and the stories Jayce gloated about. It was Jayce after all, and Viktor always got a little warm under the collar around him anyway.

“Sorry, I was jerking off.” Jayce said as he ran a few minutes late to meeting Viktor for a coffee. Their usual meeting was a relaxed event, but he always apologized when late. 

Viktor had just gotten off of work, the library was a good job, not too tiring on his leg. Gave him enough time to walk to their coffee shop and get settled by the time Jayce arrived too. 

Viktor turned red and huffed, rolling his eyes as his cheeks got warm. 

“Don’t be crude. I ordered for you anyway.” Viktor said as Jayce got settled in their usual corner seat, under the vent, so Viktor could stay warm. 

“What, like you don’t?” Jayce said and rolled his eyes. He was always more open about his sex life and personal matters than Viktor ever was. It usually took more than a few drinks to get him comfortable enough to talk about his own person. Jayce never understood it. 

“I’ll have you know for a fact, that I do not. Now can we please-” Viktor said and tried to pull out the paperwork he wanted to talk to Jayce about, a blueprint he had been working on that needed an engineer’s eyes. Jayce cut him off though. 

“What do you mean you don’t? I mean I know you don’t like… jerk off jerk off but you’ve gotta get off. You’re still just a dude.” Jayce said skeptically. Viktor wasn’t shy about his gender, he didn’t bring it up or talk about it, but if you asked, he’d tell you. Or you walk into the shared bathroom at the lab they both take night classes at and you catch your, assumed , male best friend with a bloody hand and a wrapped up pad getting shoved into the trash can. And assume he hurt himself without telling you. And get lectured about menstruation and learn way too much about your guy best friend with a vagina. 

But he was still a guy . Guys jerk off, guys like making themselves cum. 

“Jayce. I don’t. I never have. Now can we please -” Viktor cleared his throat and his face got hot up to his ears. He didn’t like talking about it because he didn’t know enough about the subject. 

“What do you mean you never have? Don’t? You don’t jerk off?” Jayce asked incredulously, voice getting louder with every question. Viktor hit him in the ankle under the table with his cane, shushing Jayce, raising his hands up to try and cover his mouth. 

“I mean come on Viktor, you can expect me to believe that. You’re twenty three, you’ve got to have had at least a couple orgasms.” Jayce said as he sat back against his chair, slapping away Viktor’s hands. He sipped at the glass of water Viktor had for him already. He relaxed against the cushion on the seat, relaxed. 

“Jayce, I can’t and I don’t know how, so can you please drop it.” Viktor said, exasperated, as the waitress came to drop off their plates of food. Jayce gave her a smile and a wink before digging into his usual burger, extra ketchup, no pickle, no mustard. They’d been friends for long enough Viktor knew Jayce’s order at every restaurant they frequented. Jayce knew his too, mostly because he got the same thing if possible. 

“I mean, I could show you. It wouldn’t be a big deal, just a… thing between buddies.” Jayce said nonchalantly as he sipped at his drink and wiped his mouth on his napkin. Like it was something normal to say. 

Viktor froze over his salad, staring down at it, grip on his utensil tightening enough to leave marks in his palms. 

“Jayce, don’t say ridiculous things.” Viktor said, voice serious but wavering. The thoughts that suddenly flooded his head were…unsteadying. 

Jayce looked at him, eyes catching for a moment before he shrugged and went back to eating. Viktor’s hands shook a bit as he ate the rest of his meal. 

The meal was silent, just eating in silence until Jayce stood up, stretching before going to pay their tab. The only sound for the next few blocks was the clack of Viktor’s cane on the sidewalk and the heels of Jayce’s boots thunking out of rhythm as they made their way toward Viktor’s apartment.  

“I wasn't joking about it, Vik. If you want, I could show you. At least get you off once, just to help you chill out. It’ll be good for you.” Jayce said calmly as they walked, easy going and not a hint of teasing. He said it so sincerely, like when he offered to carry Viktor when he had bad pain days. 

Viktor got a lump in his throat and his face got darker red. He kept walking but let himself bump into Jayce, agreeing silently.  

Viktor didn’t say anything, there were other people on the sidewalk. He could say something so crude, he wasn’t like Jayce. He didn’t say goodbye and part ways with Jayce like usual, letting the other man follow him to his apartment. 

As soon as the door closed Viktor huffed. Jayce was alway at home in his ground level apartment, Viktor leaned against the front door. 

“If your offer is a sincere one, do you promise not to laugh at me or make fun of me if I fuck it up?” Viktor asked seriously, voice lower and twinged with anger. Jayce smiled, that soft look on his face as he kicked off his shoes and hung up his jacket on the rack nearby. 

“Viktor, I've been your best friend for years now. Trust me.” Jayce reassured and reached out, giving Viktor’s arm a squeeze. He looked so honest, eyes true and genuine. 

Viktor swallowed looking at his best friend. Best friend . Handsome, smart, tall, buff, perfect best friend. If they were going to do this, if he was going to do this, he would be in the best of hands. He knew for a fact the amount of girls who praised Jayce to the heavens. 

“I trust you. I don’t… know where to start.” Viktor said, shoulders slumping in defeat. He wanted it. He wanted it so bad. So many nights grinding on stuff just to feel more amped up. Fingers, a pillow, the shower head, everything he’d tried nothing… nothing got him there . Wherever there was. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever orgasmed on account of he didn’t know what it would feel like if he had. He didn’t like not knowing, he didn’t like being ignorant. 

Jayce hugged him, pulling their chests together. Viktor did always like Jayce’s affection, his big warm body offering soft lasting comfort. Jayce rubbed his hands up and down Viktor’s back, playing with the bottom of his sweater and the tails of his button up underneath. Viktor let his hands settle in the small of Jayce’s back, resting his head against the other man’s shoulder. 

“I’ll take it slow, V. I’ll make it good for you, promise. Let’s go get you in bed. First step, get nice and comfy.” Jayce explained, voice quiet. Viktor could feel the words as they rumbled from his friend. He took a breath in, just inhaling the rich scent that followed Jayce, manly and nice. He nodded and took Jayce’s hand in his free one, walking together to his bedroom. 

His bedroom was how it always was. Neat and tidy, mess everywhere else, nothing on the floor. He set his cane down by the door and moved to lay down on the bed, but Jayce stopped him short, standing face to face beside the bed. 

“Let’s get you out of these slacks. Gotta have access.” Jayce said breathily as he undid Viktor’s belt, flicking open his buttoned pants. Jayce looked down, almost hiding the way his own face was rosy red, from the tips of his ears to his neck. 

“I want to… to keep my shirt on.” Viktor said, holding onto the bottom of his button up, not to exactly cover him up just to… feel more secure. Not so looked at. Jayce nodded with a soft smile and let go of Viktor’s pants for a moment, the heavy fabric wanting to drop to the floor by itself, Viktor holding it up for the moment. 

“Well, I’ll even the playing field, and I don’t really wanna get stuff on this shirt.” Jayce said as he lifted his own nice long sleeve shirt up and off, baring his thick muscles. His broad shoulders and thick arms, his strong chest and carved torso, his dark nipples and dusting of hair. 

Viktor looked at him, something stirring deep in his gut, the same one that happened most of the time he spent with Jayce. He pushed his own pants down, his white underpants going down with them, over his socks, before he toed those off too. Was wearing socks while… doing whatever this counted as weird? Was he supposed to wear them? 

He stood there in his sweater and button down, they hung down enough to cover the tops of his thighs, and his leg brace, metal and glaring against the snow white expanse of his skin. Jayce leaned in, lips against Victor’s temple, just sharing warmth for a moment before he spoke again. 

“Lay on your back, get comfortable.” He guided, a hand grazing up Viktor’s side. Viktor didn’t move, suddenly there was far more warmth than there had been before. Jayce was so… and he was so close and warm and they were doing something so….

Viktor blinked a few times before nodding. 

He didn’t look at Jayce as he laid down on his back, moving to grab his blanket and stuff it under his sides, trying to get comfortable on his back. He usually slept on his belly, all his pillows and blanket just so because he didn’t wear his braces to bed. But with the brace on, he just tried to get comfortable for the moment. He laid back, head on a pillow, legs straight out, feet together, shirt still down but rucked up enough to show himself. 

He couldn’t look at Jayce knowing he could see what was between his legs. Jayce knew he was trans, but that didn’t mean he knew knew. And no one had ever looked down there at him. Especially not the way Jayce was looking at his body, eyes full of something animalistic, something… deeper. 

“Viktor…. I can’t get my mouth on you like this.” Jayce teased, voice deeper, more gravelly as he knelt up on the bed. He smiled as he playfully poked the bottoms of Viktor’s feet, getting him to move his legs, spread them out over the bed. His hands guided them more open, flat on the bed but spread wider, really showing what had been hidden. 

“Yo-your mouth? What do you mean your mouth?” Viktor asked as he sat up a bit, legs bending on the bed, knees picking up a little. His mouth? Oral? That wasn’t masturbation, that was not jerking off. Jayce gave a sharp smile, leaning forward so Viktor would fall back onto the bed. 

“It’s my specialty, the one way I know for sure I can make you cum. Don’t worry. It feels good, trust me.” Jayce said, settled back between Viktor’s spread ankles. Viktor swallowed his nerves and laid back down, watching Jayce as he gently spread his legs apart enough to fit between them, laying on his belly on the mattress. His eyes were trained on Viktor’s pussy, hunger, that’s what filled his eyes.

“Just breathe Vik. Breathe through the whole thing. Tell me if you feel like an attack is coming up.” Jayce said with no judgment in his voice when he noticed how Viktor’s chest stopped moving. He watched Viktor breathe, measured practiced breaths, mentally making a note of his inhaler on the bedside. 

“Okay.” Viktor said finally, settling into the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Jayce was looking at his genitals, half naked in his bed, about to make him have his first orgasm. This was fine. It was Jayce, it was fine . 

Jayce ran his hands up and down the insides of his thighs, closer each time, following his hands until hot breaths were blown over the brown hair that covered his rosy prize. 

Viktor let out a shaky breath as he imagined what Jayce was seeing. He could feel the wetness starting to stick to him, he knew it was red and plump down there. He didn’t know if it looked okay, if it looked correct, if it was what Jayce had been expecting. 

“It’s good, you’re good. Now just put your feet… yeah up here on my shoulders. You can push me away if you want, you can just put your weight into me. You’re gonna wanna move, wiggle around, don’t hold back. Alright?” Jayce explained as he moved Viktor’s legs, picking them up so his feet were resting on his shoulders, knees up high up, spread open under him. Strong shoulders pressing against the backsides of soft thighs. His hands slid down the outside of his legs, resting low on his stomach, big rough work worn hands laying before his brace, resting against soft spotted skin. 

“Yeah- okay.” Viktor breathed out and reached down, grabbing onto Jayce’s hands. Jayce smiled and pushed Viktor’s shirts up, out of the way of any mess, just past his hands. He stayed there for a moment, just holding his hands, their eyes caught together. Jayce had a hot look in his eyes, one that made Vik clench up, made his stomach kinda fluttery, a wave of heat coursing through him, head to toe. 

“Do you want me to make you cum even if you tell me to stop?” Jayce asked, breath hot, each word cresting over Viktor’s wet folds, damp hair, making him shiver. His toes curled against Jayce’s warm skin, hips shifting to shy away. 

That made Viktor pause. Did he? Did he want to scream stop and for Jayce to keep going? Was that… Would he want to stop? Was it going to hurt? Was it going to be so overwhelming he’d say anything, but… be worth it? Would it be worth it even if he screamed? He was willing to take that chance, it was Jayce . He’d never do anything bad. 

“Please.” Viktor whispered, eyes watching as Jayce took a second to consider before easing down to press a kiss to his mound.  Viktor gasped, tensing, flinching away as he grabbed onto Jayce’s hands. 

“Just relax, don’t watch, just feel it.” Jayce said, voice deep and low and gentle. His eyes, dark and dilated, were still holding Viktor’s. 

Viktor took in a shuttering breath and forced his muscles to relax, his legs, his stomach, all the parts below. This was fine. This was between him and Jayce and nothing else. This was just… between buddies. Between them. 

He eased back down against the bed, looking up at the ceiling, forcing his lungs to take even, measured breaths. He didn’t let go of Jayce’s hands, just relaxed, letting them rest together, still touching. 

“Ready?” Jayce asked, lips pressing against his mound. Viktor nodded, closing his eyes as he blew out a shaky breath. He kept his eyes closed as he felt all the new sensations. Jayce’s warm breath coast over him, the warmth of his hands, the plush muscle of his shoulders, how steady he was. 

And then there was something so smooth, gliding between his lips. Warm, wet, weirdly textured, flat and wide as it traced from the start of his slit all the way up, one motion. Viktor let out a sound, something he’d be ashamed of if he thought about it. It was strange, as it happened again, the slow, smooth motion over his hot flesh. It was… nice. 

A shock rang through him on the fifth go through, a shock making his entire body jump as that tongue found his clit, circling it languidly a few times before lips sealed around the bundle, softly sucking. 

“Oh! O-oh” Viktor moaned out, shiver cracking down his spine, eyes rolling back as he melted into the bed. It felt good . Incredible, electrifying, startling all at the same time.

He could feel Jayce’s face against him, suddenly aware of every single inch that touched him. 

It was slow, just like Jayce had promised. Viktor sighed, light moans flowing from his lips as Jayce’s warm, sure tongue moved against him, around his hole, hitting nerves that felt almost tickly, up to his clit that was more shocking and sharp, it felt like Jayce was dissecting him, taking him apart with every lick, every suckle. Viktor noticed his scruff that was rubbing against his outer lips, the insides of his thighs, his mound. It was all the more stimulating. 

He was soaked, he could feel the way Jayce’s face was getting slick and messy. It was… it wasn’t overwhelming. It was so arousing, it was pleasurable, it felt good. It wasn’t too much. He didn’t wanna say stop. 

Jayce hummed, a pleased little noise, only a little, and Viktor moaned. It was like a rattle had shaken through his center, a vibration tingling his nervous system. He kept breathing, making sure to do what he was supposed to. He didn’t want to mess up, just holding Jayce’s hands against his own belly and breathing. 

“Alright?” Jayce asked, pulling back, a string of slick connecting them together. Viktor looked down, relaxing as he saw how red Jayce’s face had grown. 

“Ye-yes. Very alright.” Viktor said, a smile breaking out on his face as he realized it was going alright. It was okay. It wasn’t scary or overwhelming or negative. It was fantastic. His Jayce was giving him this, like a gift, and it was perfect . 

“Good. I’m gonna go a little deeper now.” Jayce said, smiling back, giving Viktor’s hand a reassuring squeeze. Viktor breathed a big breath out and settled back onto the bed, hips moving a bit to get comfortable again before nodding. 

Jayce’s face pressing into him. His tongue was back, pressing deeper into him, swiping over his hole with purpose. Pressing against it and then running over it before finally, finally, pressing in . 

Viktor let out a choked noise, hands clenching up as his thighs shook on either side of Jayce’s head, trying to close, broad shoulders keeping them spread. It was tremendous, not painful or overwhelming but… tremendous. Dizzying as nerves stretched around forgiving muscle, as scruff was sharp and brush-like against his inner lips, spiked hitting nerves head on, body spread out on his own bed. 

Jayce kept going, tongue rolling across him before dipping back in, kissing him there, soft lips on Viktor’s soaked opening. It was a building pressure, boiling up under a sealed lid, making his muscles jump and give away at the same time. 

Viktor didn’t realize his nails were digging into Jayce’s palms, heels pushing down onto his shoulders, that his hips were twitching and grinding against Jayce’s face, dragging his clit against his nose with every jerky thrust. Viktor was panting, noises being pulled from his chest, pressure was getting to be too much. He felt soaked, thighs shaking, he felt almost raw, not in a painful way but in a seen way. It was getting too much, sweat was growing on his brow and his head was getting light and heavy at the same time. 

“Jayce- no- no, no, no, ah! I’m gonna gonna-stop! Stop!" Viktor cried out, his abdomen clenching and unclenching, spine rising from the bed before slamming back down. It was too much, the stimulation making him feel breathless, making his whole middle ache. The pressure was overwhelming him, drowning him in the air. He felt like he couldn’t move, couldn’t get away, couldn’t get close enough either, it was agonizing. 

Jayce pulled back only for a second, only slightly, eyes blown as he glared up at Viktor. 

"You're almost there. Just scream and let go, you're so fucking close, Vik." Jayce rumbled, voice coming from somewhere deep in his chest. It made Viktor whine, mind so numbed he was sure he couldn’t make words if he tried. Viktor shook his head against the bed but laid back down, letting Jayce dive back in. 

Jayce didn't hold back, pressing his face in tightly, diving into lap at Viktor's hole, moving so his nose rubbed up against his clit at the same time. He kept going, unyielding as Viktor struggled under him. 

Viktor couldn’t hold still, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. He was sure he wasn’t actively in his body, it was so indescribable. He didn’t know if he was doing what he was supposed to, but he couldn’t control himself. It was like being pushed under rushing water and being shocked with pure electricity. 

And then it was like reemerging from the water, feeling the current around your body, the electricity through gloves, tingling and bright. Like pure relief, when medicine hits the pain in an instant. Fresh air after working in smog, exhaustion and elation escaping from every pore. 

His heart was racing, and when the ceiling finally dialed back into focus, his eyes started to work again. He was shaking, a headrush making him a little dizzy as he just laid there. He blinked and realized he was crying, tears making his eyes feel puffy and wet. It was like he was sitting in a puddle of himself, emotions rushing through him. It was overwhelming, scary even. He could feel the rivers of tears that had slipped down the sides of his face making his hair wet.  

“‘Ayce?” He asked into the air, the first letter getting hung up in his throat. Then there he was, Jayce warm and solid, study and dependable, against his side. Jayce wrapped him up in his arms, nestling him against his chest. Viktor just focused on relaxing, to get breath back into his lungs as his brain slowly came back on. 

“Did I do it?” Viktor asked, brain at half power as he looked up at Jayce’s face. So handsome, he thought dumbly. Jayce smiled and nodded, a hand rubbing over the bone of Viktor’s hip. He cocked his head to the side and gave Viktor a strange look. 

“Yeah. You did it. You made a big mess, you didn’t notice?” Jayce asked as he looked down at where he’d cleaned Viktor up with a washcloth from the bathroom before cleaning himself up. 

Viktor slowly followed his eyes and looked at himself. He didn’t see anything. He reached down, shaky hand going between his legs to press against himself. He yanked his hand back, hips jumping away, sparking flying that made his stomach hurt. 

“I came.” Viktor said as he relaxed against the bed, catching his breath once again. Jayce huffed a laugh and gave him a squeeze. 

They laid there for a while, Viktor just breathing, Jayce petting over his hips, thighs, and nuzzling into his hair. Viktor was in between sleep and awake, enjoying the bone deep feeling that soothed his soul itself. It was magic, feeling so content, so satisfied. It was unexplainable. And it was all because of Jayce. 

Jayce. 

“Do you want… a handjob?” Viktor asked all of a sudden, making Jayce burst out laughing. His big laughter, the one that shook from his belly, the one that cracked through the air like sunshine itself. Viktor stared at him, enjoying that sound. 

“No, no Vik, I don’t want a handjob. I came when you did.” Jayce said between giggles, looking at Viktor with a sort of… fondness. It made Viktor’s face get hot again. And then confusion flooded him, Jayce was jerking off when he was… No, because Viktor never let go of his hands. 

“How?” Viktor asked and Jayce sighed, sitting up, putting some distance between them as Viktor sat up too, suddenly very aware he wasn’t even wearing his underwear, pulling his undershirt down to cover himself. Jayce stretched his arms and yawned, absentmindedly scratching his chest hair. 

“I like giving oral. I was rubbing against the bed mostly though. And when you came, you screamed so loud and you taste so good, I came in my pants.” Jayce explained, a sparkle in his eyes like he was delighted. Like it was a fond memory, something he’d cherish later. 

Viktor felt a twinge in his gut, and his head felt hot. He rolled over and cuddled into his bed, pretending like he wasn’t cold and still wet between his legs. Jayce hummed and pulled at the blankets, yanking them out from under Viktor before covering them both up, big spooning behind him. 

“Are we gonna do it again?” Viktor asked as sleep fell heavy on him, warm in his home. Jayce nodded and wrapped his arms around Viktor, hand laying on his still nude belly. 

It was nice. Whatever this was. Just between buddies. 

AUTHORS NOTE-

I was inspired to write this by some art I saw on bluesky by the incredible flowerzips! On bluesky their @ is 'xip' but I believe it is also on twitter under 'FlowerZips'!!

I linked the art and showed it in the original AO3 posting on my account. Please go love them, they make incredible Jayvik art, and more!! Love them so much their art rocks my world!!!

[milkymora]

✧ MCL (hsl) flirts - boyfriend headcanons ✧

~ NOTE: here are some hdcs about our favorite (highschool) boys as boyfriends! as usual all pictures used aren’t mine, ct to the owners on pinterest. all headcanons are SFW. reblogs are super appreciated (≧ヮ≦)

ꞝ Castiel.

his biggest love language is touch. he will not take his hands off of you, holding your hands when you take walks, resting his chin on your head, and so much more.

asked you once if you’d like to dye his hair, you did, and since then you’re his monthly hair dyer (and stylist, at times) appointment.

his cooking skills aren’t the best, he just learnt the basics to eat simple meals, that don’t taste like much. that’s why when you learnt how to cook his favorite meals he felt so spoiled and honored. he’s very humble (and is always trying to reciprocate, however he can).

ꞝ Nathaniel.

will share anything with you. something happens? you’re the first person who knows. he will literally tell you anything that bothers him or any thoughts he has. he trusts you so much.

he remembers every little thing about you. he will buy your favorite snacks and leave them on your bag whenever you guys have an argument, along with some flowers and a piece of paper with apologies.

will give you his hoodies without you asking. he loves seeing you wear them.

ꞝ Lysander.

if you call at 3am because you need to talk to him, he will always pick up. and if you wanna see him, say no more, he will be at your door as soon as possible.

the best times with him are summer nights, where you guys stay up until late talking about everything that crosses your minds. he’s the best when it comes to conversations and is always ready to go into important topics with sensitivity & care, but most importantly, maturity.

has a small diary dedicated to you. writes his poems for you, vents when you guys argue & take notes of your favorite things in there.

ꞝ Armin.

he will give you all his accounts passwords, let you use his phone, pc & tech stuff whenever you want. what’s his, is yours.

if he sees something that reminds him of you, he will buy it. a small keychain? a plushie? a cd of your favorite singer/band? he’ll keep it in his room and look at it whenever he misses you.

loves having you at his house. could be just chilling, him doing his thing and you doing yours, he just wants your presence near him, it makes him feel good.

ꞝ Kentin.

keeps his hand on your thigh everytime he’s driving. he’s also very jealous and will often keep it there even if you guys are sitting in a public space.

he really loves it when you put make up on him, or just doing skin care. it relaxes him so much and feels so pampered.

your biggest supporter. will support your ideas and will always hype you and your projects up. he has so much respect for you and value your opinions more than anyone else.

✧ check out the boys’ general headcanons here !

~ thank u so much for reading friendsss. hope you liked these & i really hope i’ll see u around!! sending lots of love and wishing y’all a good day/night :)

[trustmypoison]

SVT as your older brother

Requested? Yes!

Request: ‘hi!!! :D saw the svt as your platonic bestie and i was wondering if you could do something about svt members as your older brother. tysm, love your work and blog 💘💘💘’

Worse than your parents - Seungcheol, Mingyu, Chan

Your parents had to override him when he said you couldn’t date. He’s the scary big brother that chases off all of the boys that might ask you out. Won’t think twice about getting into a fistfight for you if someone, especially a boy, hurts your feelings. He insists that you share your location with him, especially if you’re going out. You’ll get regular reminders that you’re breaking curfew - it doesn’t matter how old you are, he wants to keep enforcing a curfew. Could be ignoring everyone else, but will always pick up the phone for you just in case you need him. 

Your best friend - Joshua, Hoshi, DK, Vernon 

Same brain cell vibes. There’s the phrase that your siblings are like your first friends, and he definitely considers you that. When he gets good news, you’re the first person he calls. If he gets bad news, he’s just showing up wherever you are to vent. And he wants you to do all of that too because he wants to be your best friend too. Don’t get me wrong. There will be moments that he’ll shove you away and go, ‘Ugh, I hate you, you’re gross,’ but it’s all in jest. There is designated sibling time during the holidays or on vacation that your parents will just have to accept. But naturally, it’s every parent’s dream to have kids support each other the way you guys do. 

Your worst enemy - Jeonghan, Woozi, Seungkwan

Will pretend like you are the bane of his existence. I’m talking the typical sibling energy of ‘ugh, why are you following me,’ complete with a ‘keep out y/n’ sign on his bedroom door as a moody teenager. Has no hesitation about starting a fight with you over something stupid in which one of you ends up in a headlock. He’s accidentally taught you to fight. Oh god, the bickering almost drove your parents crazy. But don’t let it fool you. He’s the only one that can give you a hard time, and he’ll fight anyone that tries to. You’ll mention that that guy who was teasing you in class won’t even look in your direction anymore, and he’ll just go, ‘Huh, that’s weird,’ like he didn’t threaten him within an inch of his life last week. 

Your biggest confidant - Jun, Wonwoo, Minghao

I think they all would make sure you know that you can come to them, but ultimately, they’ll take a step back and let you try to figure things out on your own. He doesn’t let you struggle for long with things, of course. He’ll only let you face a bully a couple of times, quietly encouraging you to speak up for yourself before he steps in to handle it for you. He’ll bite his tongue about a guy that you’re dating that he doesn’t really like as long as you’re happy, but he can be pretty menacing if you get your feelings hurt. He’ll let you scrape by with a couple of bad grades on assignments before he sits down with you to tutor you on the subject. But if you straight up ask him for help, he’ll drop everything. 

[pbaz7]

It’ll Always Be Her Chapter 5

AN: I’m trying to write consistent enough so I can publish at least once a day. Can you guys leave live reactions and comments so I know what people like/don’t like and which direction I should go!

TW: Verbal abuse, mention of death

Word Count: 3.3k

The hum of conversation filled the athletic lunchroom as different teams gathered around tables, laughing and sharing stories. Paige sat with KK and Ice, her tray of food untouched. Her gaze was distant, her thoughts completely occupied.

KK nudged Ice with a smirk. The two of them trying to figure out who’s going to break the ice with the senior. KK decides to speak, “Alright, Paige, spill it. What was up with you and Azzi the other night? The tension was crazy.”

Ice leaned in, her eyes narrowing playfully. “Yeah,it was impossible not to notice. Your eyes were glued to her all night.”

Paige’s cheeks flushed as she looked down at her tray. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she mumbled.

“Oh, come on,” KK chimed in, laughing. “You were raking her over like she was the last piece of dessert. And don’t even get me started on how you two just happened to disappear together.”

“And when you came back?” Ice added, raising an eyebrow. “Both of you looked flustered. Something definitely went down.”

Paige groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “You guys are impossible.”

KK grinned, leaning forward. “We’re just saying. It’s obvious there’s something there. So, what’s the deal?”

Paige sighed, her hands dropping to the table. “Look, what happened that night stays between me and Azzi. That’s all you’re getting.”

KK crossed her arms, giving Paige a mock glare. “Girl boo, keep your secrets. But you’re not fooling anyone. I know something happened”

For a moment, Paige stayed quiet. Then her expression softened, her voice dropping. “I really like her,” she admitted feeling vulnerable.

KK’s teasing demeanor shifted to curiosity. “Like, really like her?”

Paige hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah... maybe even something more.” Her eyes grew distant as her thoughts drifted to Azzi, her best friend for years. Memories flooded in—late-night talks, shared victories, moments where Azzi’s laughter had been the only thing to pull her out of a funk. It all swirled together, making her chest ache in the best way.

KK and Ice exchanged a look, their teasing forgotten.

“Wow,” Ice said softly. “That’s serious. So why haven’t you made a move?”

Paige sighed again, leaning back. “Azzi and I talked about it. We’re waiting until I can break things off with Jess. She’ll be back soon, and I owe her that conversation first.”

KK frowned. “That’s... responsible, I guess. But it sounds rough.”

“You have no idea,” Paige said, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Azzi’s intoxicating. When we’re together, it’s like nothing else matters. But I want to do this right. Azzi deserves it”

Ice reached over, squeezing Paige’s arm, surprisingly being serious for once. “You’re doing the right thing. It won’t be easy, but it’ll be worth it.”

KK nodded. “Yeah. We’re here for you, P Boogers. And honestly? We’re rooting for you and Azzi. After all I need my parents together”

Paige chuckles slightly and smiles, her heart feeling a little lighter. “Thanks, guys. I just hope I don’t lose my mind in the meantime.”

KK chuckled. “You got this. But hey, if you ever need to vent, we’re all ears.”

…

The rhythmic thud of the basketball echoed through the empty gym as Paige sprinted from one end of the court to the other, her breathing heavy and her shirt clinging to her from sweat. Each shot she took landed clean, the ball swishing through the net. She wasn’t keeping score—she was too lost in her own head. Her emotions were a storm: guilt over Jess, frustration with herself, and that overwhelming pull toward Azzi that she could no longer ignore.

Her muscles burned, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. The gym was the only place where she could let everything out without saying a word.

Azzi stepped through the gym doors quietly, her sharp eyes immediately spotting the familiar figure of Paige moving across the court. She lingered for a moment, leaning against the doorframe, watching Paige in her element. The 6'1 blonde was a force, her movements fluid, her focus intense.

Azzi smirked. There was something captivating about Paige when she was like this, pouring all her energy into the game. After a few moments of quiet admiration, Azzi decided to approach, her footsteps light as she sauntered across the gym floor. “You trying to make the hoop fall in love with you too?

Paige startled slightly, not fully processing what the younger girl said, stops mid-dribble throwing Azzi a half-smile. “Just needed to work some things out.” She bounced the ball once more before tucking it into her arm..

Azzi smirked, stepping closer. “Seems like you’ve been doing a lot of that lately.”

Paige shrugged, her eyes dropping to the ball in her hands. “Yeah, well, sometimes it’s the only thing that works.”

Azzi’s eyes softened as she reached out, gently taking the ball from Paige and setting it aside. “Or maybe you just need a better distraction.”

Paige huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “You offering?”

“Always,” Azzi said, her voice playful but her expression serious. She took another step closer, her hand reaching out to brush against Paige’s. Without hesitation, she intertwined their fingers, giving Paige’s hand a gentle squeeze.

The gesture was simple but grounding, and Paige felt some of the tension in her shoulders ease. She glanced down at their joined hands, her heart skipping a beat.

Azzi tilted her head, her voice softer now. “You’ve got this look on your face, like the world’s sitting on your shoulders. What’s going on, Paige?”

Paige hesitated, her thumb unconsciously brushing over Azzi’s knuckles. “It’s...complicated.”

Azzi smiled gently. “When isn’t it?” She leaned in slightly, pressing a soft kiss to Paige’s cheek—the same spot she has been gravitating towards lately when she wanted to offer comfort without pushing too far. “Take your time. I’m here.”

Paige closed her eyes briefly, the warmth of Azzi’s kiss lingering. “You make it sound so easy.”

Azzi chuckled. “That’s because you make everything else look so hard.” She squeezed Paige’s hand again, her thumb now drawing small circles against Paige’s skin. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now, you know.”

Paige let out a shaky breath, her gaze meeting Azzi’s. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

“It’s a gift,” Azzi said, her smirk returning. “But seriously, Paige. You don’t have to do this alone.”

Paige looked at her for a long moment, the weight of Azzi’s words settling in her chest. “Thanks, Az,” she said softly.

Azzi smiled, leaning in just a bit closer. “Anytime, P.”

For a while, they stood there, the only sound the faint creak of the gym floor beneath their feet. Azzi finally broke the silence, her tone lighter. “You know, as much as I love seeing you like this—sweaty and intense—you really should take a break. Recharge that beautiful brain of yours.”

Paige chuckled, rolling her eyes. “You really can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Nope,” Azzi said, grinning. “But that’s why you love me.”

Paige’s breath hitched slightly, but before she could respond, Azzi gave her hand one last squeeze and pulled away. “I’ll leave you to your thoughts. I can tell you’re not done. Meet me later?”

Paige nodded, her voice quiet. “Yeah. Like always.”

Azzi winked before turning to leave, her presence lingering even after she disappeared through the gym doors. Paige stared after her, her hand still warm where Azzi’s fingers had been. She knew she wasn’t ready to say everything yet, but she also knew one thing for sure—she didn’t want to let Azzi go.

…

After spending a few more hours in the gym Paige opened the door to her room, expecting a quick stop before heading to Azzi’s, but the moment the light flicked on, her stomach dropped. Jess was sitting on Paige’s bed, her shoulders hunched and her eyes red from crying.

Paige froze for a moment, a knot forming in her throat. The sight was unexpected. “Jess?” Paige asked softly, trying to mask her discomfort.

Jess looked up at her, her gaze unfocused, but when she saw Paige, she stood up quickly. “I’m sorry,” she choked out, her voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t know where else to go. I—I just… I didn’t want to be alone.”

Paige’s heart clenched, but she kept her voice calm. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

Jess’s face crumpled again as she took a breath, barely able to hold it together. “My dad… he passed away,” she whispered. “I had to take a break before the funeral, and I just—everything’s falling apart, Paige. I don’t know who else to turn to. I really need you right now.”

Paige felt the weight of the words settle in her chest. She wanted to be there for Jess, truly, but at the same time, everything inside her screamed that she couldn't keep pretending anymore. She’d been doing that for months now, and the reality of what she’d been hiding, the feelings she’d been trying to push aside, were too strong to ignore.

“Jess, I’m so sorry,” Paige said, her voice soft, though the words felt foreign in her mouth. “But I don’t think that’s the best idea… I think we should break up.”

Jess blinked, her face going from shocked disbelief to something darker, a mixture of anger and pain. “You’re kidding, right?” she spat, standing up from the bed, pacing. “You’re doing this now? After everything?” Her voice trembled, but it didn’t take long for the hurt to turn into sharp, biting fury.

“I just—” Paige started, but Jess cut her off, her voice rising.

“You’re fucking heartless, you know that?” Jess’s words sliced through the room, and Paige flinched at the venom in her tone. “I come to you in my worst moment, and you just walk away?” Jess’s eyes were wild with rage now, the tears mixing with her anger. “I’m here grieving, and you’re just dumping me? You think I don’t notice? You think I don’t know how you’ve been with her? How you’ve been fucking her behind my back?”

Paige’s stomach churned. She never expected the words to sting this much even if they weren’t true, but Jess wasn’t done yet.

“You think I don’t see how you look at her?” Jess continued, stepping forward, her finger jabbing toward Paige in accusation. “You don’t even care about me, do you? You’re just some selfish bitch who thinks she can do whatever the hell she wants and leave me hanging when I need you most!”

Paige opened her mouth to speak, to explain herself, but Jess wasn’t finished.

“Don’t fucking act like you’re the ‘good person’ here,” Jess sneered. “You’re not. You’re just a slut who can’t keep her hands off her best friend. God, I knew I was always second choice to her, but this? You’ve been making excuses for months. You’re such a fucking coward, Paige. You’ve been playing me this whole time.”

Jess’s words hit harder than anything Paige had expected. She stood there, frozen, feeling the sting of each insult. But despite the tears welling up in her eyes, she didn’t fight back. She didn’t say anything. She just stood there stoically, taking it, letting Jess’s words sink in.

“You think you’re better than me, but you’re just as fucked up as the rest of us,” Jess spat, her chest heaving as she took in a breath. “Maybe worse. You’re a fucking liar, Paige. Always have been. Always will be.”

The room fell into an unbearable silence, except for the sound of Jess’s heavy breathing. Her face was twisted in a mix of grief and disgust, and Paige could barely look at her. She wanted to say something—anything—to make this stop, but all she could do was stand there, feeling the weight of what felt like the world on her shoulders.

Finally, Jess’s voice broke, though it was laced with rage. “You know what? Fine. You’re done with me. I get it. But don’t you dare pretend like you’re some fucking angel when you’re just as much of a mess as I am. Go to her. Go be with your precious little Azzi. I hope she’s worth it.”

Jess stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The sound of the door banging against the frame echoed through Paige’s mind like a hammer.

Paige stood there for a moment, her chest tightening, her heart pounding. The silence in the room was deafening. And then, as if on cue, the tears came.

They started slow at first, the first tear falling down her cheek like a steady drip. But once the dam broke, they came in a flood, her entire body shaking as she collapsed onto the bed.

She just wanted it to stop.

She buried her face in her hands, her body trembling as the weight of everything she’d been holding in finally spilled out. She had waited so long to try and do the right thing. She’d tried to be a good person for Jess, to make things work, she basically forced herself to be with Jess so she wouldn’t be embarrassed but it was never right. Not in the way she felt for Azzi. She had put herself in this impossible position, and now, after everything, she was being told how awful she was for trying to make things right.

Her breath hitched, and the sobs came harder. She slid down onto the bed, curling into herself, trying to catch her breath. Her head spun, and she just wished Azzi was here. She wanted to feel Azzi’s warmth, her gentle touch, something to remind her that she wasn’t as terrible as Jess had made her feel.

…

Azzi paced around her dorm room, glancing at the clock. Paige should’ve been here by now, she had texted Azzi that she was leaving the gym a while ago. Her stomach twisted, a strange unease settling in. She’d tried calling, but Paige didn’t pick up. A flash of worry crept up on her. After a few moments of hesitation, Azzi grabbed her phone and decided to checked Paige’s location—her friend was just a few doors down in her suite.

Something wasn’t right.

Azzi threw on her jacket and grabbed her things. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. As she started walking toward the door, her phone buzzed. It was Ice.

Azzi’s pulse spiked.

"Hey," Ice’s voice came through the phone, a little strained. "You need to come over. Paige... Paige has been crying. I don’t know what happened, but she won’t talk to me about it."

Azzi didn’t wait for another word. She practically ran out the door, not even bothering to grab her keys as she bolted for Paige’s suite.

When she arrived, Ice was standing by the door, giving her a strained smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "She’s in there," Ice said, stepping aside to let Azzi in. "I don’t know what’s going on, but... just be gentle with her, okay? She needs you Azzi."

Azzi nodded, her chest tight as she made her way to Paige’s room. The door was cracked open, and as she stepped inside, the soft glow of the neon lights illuminated the chaos of Paige’s room. Paige was curled up on her bed, her face streaked with tears. Her eyes were swollen and red, and her expression was a mix of exhaustion and devastation. The sight alone was enough to break Azzi’s heart into a thousand pieces.

"Paige," Azzi whispered, her voice cracking. She moved to the side of the bed, kneeling down beside the blonde, her heart shattering even more when Paige didn’t even look up at her. "Baby, what’s wrong?" Azzi whispered again, slipping into a familiar tone as she reached out to gently touch her friend’s cheek.

Paige didn’t answer immediately. She just sniffled, her body trembling as she fought to hold herself together. Azzi noticed this and, without hesitation, slipped under the blankets next to her. She eased herself into a comfortable position, pulling Paige gently against her chest. She wrapped her arms around the older girl and traced small hearts on her back with her fingers, just trying to offer comfort, to let Paige know she was there.

It didn’t take long for Paige to begin speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. "Jess... Jess came to my room today," she began, her words broken. "Her dad... he passed away. And she was asking me to go with her for the funeral. But I... I couldn’t. I can’t be with her anymore, Azzi. I—" Paige hiccupped on a sob, her voice cracking. "She just... she called me horrible names. Told me I was a player basically, that I’ve been lying to her, that I’m a terrible person. And the worst part is... I kind of believe her. Pretending to like her was selfish."

Azzi’s jaw clenched as she listened. Her heart ached at hearing Paige speak so softly about something so painful. The thought of Jess saying those things to her, especially in such a vulnerable moment, made Azzi furious. She could feel the anger building in her chest, and if she ever saw Jess again, she’d be sure to make her know just how wrong she was.

But that wasn’t her priority now.

Azzi tightened her grip on Paige, lifting her chin to make their eyes meet. "Paige, stop. You are not a bad person. You never have been. It’s okay to put yourself first. And you’re not a player for having feelings for someone else. You deserve to be happy, to be with someone who makes you feel good—who makes you feel safe."

Paige’s lip quivered, and her eyes welled up again. "I don’t know anymore, Azzi. I just feel... I don’t know who I am."

"Yes, you do," Azzi reassured, brushing a stray strand of blonde hair away from Paige’s face. "You’re Paige. You’re strong, you’re kind, you’re brave. You’ve done everything you can for Jess because you care, but this? This is about you now. You deserve to be loved the way you’ve always dreamed of. And I can’t sit by and let you think you’re anything less than incredible."

After a while Paige finally let out a shaky breath, nodding slightly, the tension beginning to ease from her shoulders. Azzi’s words settled in her chest, a warmth spreading through her as she realized just how much she needed this—needed Azzi.

"I’m so sorry, Azzi. Thank you for dealing with me." Paige whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Azzi returned the smile, brushing her lips against Paige’s forehead in a soft kiss. "I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’ll always be here for you."

Paige let out a soft chuckle, the sound almost foreign to her after the storm of tears. "You’re such a tease," she murmured, her voice lightening.

Azzi raised an eyebrow, her smirk playful. "What? I’m just showing you some love."

Paige rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile. "Yeah, love, huh? I think you’re a little too comfortable with that, Azzi."

Azzi grinned. "Maybe I just can’t resist you."

Paige’s smile widened, her gaze softening as she leaned in slightly, her voice low and teasing. "Well, you’ll just have to try harder, then."

Azzi’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming.

They spent the rest of the evening together, the weight of the world slowly lifting from Paige’s shoulders as they joked, flirted, and just spent time in each other’s company. Eventually, they settled in to watch a movie. Paige’s head rested against Azzi’s shoulder as the movie played, but it wasn’t long before she drifted off, a peaceful smile on her face. Azzi kissed her cheek gently, watching her sleep with a tenderness that filled her chest.

The movie continued playing, forgotten in the background, but neither of them cared. Paige was safe, and Azzi was right where she belonged—by her side.

[cupidlovesastro]

11th house can represent friends, community, groups, the future, networking, social media, technology, hopes, wishes, aquaintences, sudden blessings, audiences, dreams

moon represents emotions, intuitions, comforts, unconscious mind, instincts, spirituality, motherhood, guidance, fertility, femininity, and your home.

topics in this post- general idea of an 11h moon, comforts, good mom traits, bad mom traits, your house/room, 11th house moon celebrities

☆ these people may be the kind of people who says their emotions to multiple people, or often needs to express theirself to multiple people. they may also express their emotions on their social media accounts or even have a “vent” account. they could have friends that guided them a lot in and through life. their friends mom may also have played a role in their life and growing up. you may have surrounded yourself with people who were in a particular group, wether it be a good or bad community, but they guide. you were likely influenced by these people as well. they could’ve played a huge part in your development, especially through childhood. you may feel quite lost without a group or community of support. you can feel like you lack direction when you have less friends, or loose members of a community. you may make many friends on social media, and can also be easily influenced by social media. although, you likely have an audience that sees you as a guidance, and also a community where you feel comforted and supported. you may also learn more about spirituality and look to social media for spiritual content. at some point you may have wanted to start a social media account where you share spiritual knowledge and experiences. you may also be super empathetic when it comes to your friends and can even be a guidance for them as well. you like helping people and you like to be in a community where people are looking for someone to give them advice, mother/ father them, show them the “right way”. especially spirituality or emotionally

☆ you feel comforted when you have a community, a group, a support system, etc. you feel safe when you know you have multiple people to back you up or fall back on. you may also feel comforted through social media, or other things you can watch on technology. like movies, shows, video games, etc. you hate when you don’t have hope in something, and in a way, having hope is what gives you comfort. so when you have people reassuring you, it can make you hopeful and wishful

☆ if you have a good mom, she could’ve been a very influential and strong supporter in your life. she may have been like a friend and a mom in one. she may also text you, call you, or face time you a lot if you guys are away, or live separately. she may have introduced you to child hood friends through her own friends who had children. she gave you a lot of hope and always made you reach for the stars. i could hear her say “nothing is impossible” energy. she always reminded you that if you have no other friends or supporter, that you have her. she may also love posting you on facebook or other social media platforms. she could work in places where she’s offering advice and help to others. so maybe a teacher, counselor, therapist, rehab, etc. she loved helping people and your friends may even see her as a mother figure to them as well. she also cared about your future a lot and could have put things in preparation for your future or for when you were born

☆ if you have a bad mom, she may have often give you to other people to take care of. she could’ve treated you more like a friend than an actual mother and lacked in guiding you as a caregiver. she may talk badly about you on social media or to her friends. she may even tell your own friends bad things about you. there could’ve been a group or community of people in your life (even family) who she failed to protect you from. she may also express her feelings to multiple people and tell all of her or your business to people. she may be very emotional in public and to friends, to gain empathy. she could also get people to hang up on you, to be on her side, rather than yours

↓(if you don’t have a house, apply this to your room)↓

☆ you may want a house that’s on the bigger side so you can house many people if you wanted or needed to. you also could want a more technologically advanced home. your home gives a friendly vibes to others, that make them feel welcomed. your home can also feel spiritual and almost dreamy in a way. your home also has “party” energy, even if it’s not messy. it looks like a house that would be a fun to party in. it could also be social media worthy, like people think it’s worth posting on social media for. there’s also this energy about it that makes people hopeful, and some may even wish they had your house

☆ 11th house moon celebrities- billie eilish, keanu reeves, justin beiber, drake, hillary clinton, george clooney, cameron diaz, gigi hadid, oprah winfrey, kourtney kardashian

[revelboo]

Hey! Hi! Absolutely love your writing so much! I look forward to everything you post, and appreciate what you do a lot!! I’ve definitely come to appreciate and learn more about transformers cause of you!

Really just wanted to show my gratitude :]]]

Oh, and look what I’ve done to poor Megs

Thank you! Honestly, giant Roddy is probably his worst fear, because he can be so much more annoying

Everything Is Alright Pt 89

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Venting tiredly as he walks past Thundercracker in the hall, for a second Megatron can swear the other Seeker has the scent of human clinging to him, too. Must just be his imagination, though. Starscream? It’s not like he’d not realized the Seeker was a bit of a freak, but xenophilia? Fragging an organic alien? Maybe. Running a hand over his helm, he grimaces. Maybe it’s the size difference? The Seeker getting off on being bigger than a partner. But Soundwave? Both of them together when he’d been sure they hated each other? Surely, it’s not what it had looked like. Because seeing that interaction had left him with so many more questions. Two of his commanding officers can’t be deviants. Surely not. There’s a morbid sort of curiosity despite himself to figure it out, though.

• Trying to get yourself back in control as the panic attack shakes you, it’s their hands on you that ground you. Calm you. You’d known you’d been gone a long time, the guy who’d driven you home that night Star had tried to abandon you had said as much. Not realizing the actual time lost, but knowing it was long enough for everyone to have just assumed you were dead. Most of your family is on the other coast, you’d never been super close and it’s been a long time since you’d gone home to visit. Someone would have contacted them, though. Told them you were missing. Had that guy told the cops he’d taken you home? That you’d been found alive? Had they gone looking and found you gone again? Had your family been told, getting their hopes up only to have them dashed? Because you’ve been so wrapped up in yourself and Star and Soundwave that you’d barely thought of your family.

• Helm nudging the side of your head as you start to calm, Soundwave slides a hand under your shirt, surfing his palm against you to strengthen that connection. To try and understand what he’d done to hurt you. Feels that guilt twisting inside you, hurting. “I’m awful,” you whisper. “I didn’t really even think about them. At all.” Servos tightening on you, he retracts his mask and presses his mouth against your throat. Deepening that connection, but also because he needs to. Trying to comfort you with his touch.

• “Who?” Star growls, hands cupping your face, unsettled by those teary eyes as he runs a servo against your cheek. Are you talking about that other human? Grieving the stranger he’d seen in photos in your home? Whose belongings had been scattered among your own. Your breath mingles with his intakes as he tries to ignore Soundwave draped against your back. Hating the other mech still, wanting to lash out, but resisting so you don’t get more upset. Do you miss that other human? Regret bonding to him? Miss your freedom and that other life?

• Star’s lips brush yours, not a kiss just sharing the same breath. His tone was a demand, but his hands are gentle on you. Surprisingly patient when you know it’s not his strong suit. “I’ve been with you for months,” you say, not sure if he’ll understand. Or care. While he’s shown you time and again that he cares about you, you’re pretty sure it’s only you. Anything you adjacent, Soundwave, your family, he doesn’t seem to care about. He’s never even asked about your family, but you haven’t asked about his, either. You really are awful. Both of you. Wanting to ask if you can go home. Get your phone and at least call them to let them know you’re okay, but afraid that Star will refuse. “Everyone must think I’m dead.”

• Head lifting to glare at Star as the Seeker’s wings droop as if relieved that’s what’s wrong, Soundwave rumbles softly until the SIC looks at him. Sees Star curl a lip slightly, still furious with him and seeing him as a threat and a traitor. Surely, he’s not so dense as to not realize that he needs to say something. Even if it’s just to commiserate with your misery. Knowing the mech is selfish, but realizing how selfish is infuriating. Because anyone around you that’s not him is a threat, endangering you and his hold on you. That if not for Soundwave hearing you and finally investigating, the Seeker would have fully isolated you to ensure you can only look to him, only trust him. Only need him. “Can arrange for you to speak with them,” he says, watching Star tense at his words. He can arrange it so the communication can’t be traced back to their location. There’ll be no danger and you need this. Even if it’s saying goodbye, you need closure and he’s going to make sure you get anything you need. Despite Starscream.

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[solar-sunnyside-up]

Welcome all! Reaping week is nearly here!

I realize that there are a lot more of yall then there was last year! So let's go over what Reaping Week is-

Where we have Solarpunk Aestheics Week to inspire us in the face of horrors, and Solarpunk Practial week lets us show off the cool ways we can fix it! And I am fully behind those weeks, but as a counter balance I host Reaping Week.

We cant ignore the other side of this, you cannot have that bright hope without the darkness.

Isnt it all so unfair? The horrors, the isolation, the suffering enforced by the current system? Don't you sometimes just wanna burn it down? Want to Revolt? Don't you sometimes wanna just scream? Don't you deserve space to feel the weight of the world your trying to fix without judgment?

That's what Reaping Week is for besties!

Come vent! Come cry and rant about everything we must take down as apart of this cruel system! Draw from media that inspires those more firey parts of yourself!

Also trick or treating

So gather round and celebrate in the dark with me!

OCT 27th - NOV 5th

Additional info below the cut

FAQ:

Why is Reaping week Oct 27th - Nov 5th?

That's because I'm a NERD and wanted to create a holiday for us Solarpunks that encompassed both Halloween and Guy Fawkes day!

Can I join in on the fun? And How?

Of course sweetie!! 💕 you can join by offering vent messages, by showing off projects, by reblogging or commenting, by sharing music or art, by showing off the movies/shows that inspire the fire within! Submit stuff via my mailbox or tag me or simply add to the tag yourself!

Why is it called Reaping Week?

I will go off about this bc I think it's clever! There a few things.

1) I'm a hunger games nerd and reaping children to fight each other in a highly specialized TV show for class warfare is WILD

2) in the spirit of the harvest season, Capitalists are simply reaping what they sewed with us ripping apart their system.

[dirtylittlecubbs]

❥ Pairing ➳ Best friend!Seungmin x Fem!Reader

❥ Genre ➳ Smut

❥ Word Count ➳ 1K

❥ Warnings ➳ Pervert!Seungmin, panty stealing, invasion of privacy but that's a given with pervert au's, Seungmin is down bad and a little obsessed but we'll let it slide cause Reader kind of is too

Seungmin was frozen in place on the floor beside your bed. His knees were beginning to ache from the position but he couldn't move. The warm forest green cover of the book slipping out from under your mattress stared back at him, rooting him in place. The word “𝐷𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦” written in gold cursive along the spine echoed in his brain.

He should get up and leave. He shouldn't stay in your room any longer. He had what he'd come for. The soft linen underwear from your dirty laundry hamper safely tucked away in the pocket of his jeans. He couldn't read your diary. That would be too much. (As if stealing your underwear wasn't already bad in itself) He just couldn't invade even more of your privacy like that.

The thought of how you'd react if you came back from the mall and found him on your bedroom floor, your diary in his hands made his stomach churn. You'd be angry no doubt and he'd have to explain why he was in your room to begin with. The thought of having to confess he's the reason your underwear has been disappearing and reappearing made him want to throw up with guilt.

Seungmin's fingers were beginning to itch, they burned with the desire to feel the hardcover of the book, to trace along the roses indented into it. He wonders for a moment if it'd smell like you. The design was just like you, you loved flowers, especially roses. Of course you'd choose a book so perfect for you to write your most precious thoughts in. Did you write about him? Seungmin wonders. If you did, what did you say? What do you think of him? Did you like him? Did you secretly hate his guts?

He needed to know.

Seungmin reaches out for the book and yanks it from underneath your mattress. He scrambles to his feet and runs to hide in your guys’ shared bathroom. He locks the door behind him and drops to the floor right in front of the door. His breathing quickens as he stares down at the embroidered green cover, gold flecks placed here and there along the edges & inside the indented roses.

With shaky hands he opens to the first page. It seems you'd only gotten the diary recently because you've been a little stressed and needed a way to vent about some thoughts you've been having. A pang of guilt rushes through Seungmin's heart.

The way you write is so endearing to Seungmin. You write as though you were sharing your thoughts with someone, speaking to the diary and not just simply writing in a book. There's cute little doodles along the edges of the pages and what Seungmin assumes to be emoji's written in between your paragraphs. It's cute the way they're all drawn misshapen and some are even colored in with markers.

Seungmin can't help but be endeared, his love for you and your creativity growing even more. Adoration fills his heart while he reads each page. Up until this point you'd only written about Seungmin in passing. From what he can tell, you see him as a very cool, fun & caring friend. Seungmin would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit annoyed at the term “friend” being used to describe him, until he turned onto an entry that seemed to have been written only a few days ago.

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𝗍һᥙrsძᥲᥡ 23rძ ####

ᥱᥒ𝗍rᥡ ##

і ძ᥆ᥒ'𝗍 kᥒ᥆ᥕ ᥕһᥲ𝗍 𝗍᥆ ძ᥆. і𝗍 ᥴrᥱᥱ⍴ᥱძ ᥙ⍴ ᥆ᥒ mᥱ ᥲᥒძ і ძ᥆ᥒ'𝗍 kᥒ᥆ᥕ һ᥆ᥕ 𝗍᥆ 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣ ᥲᥒᥡm᥆rᥱ. і ძ᥆ᥒ'𝗍 kᥒ᥆ᥕ ᥕһᥱᥒ і𝗍 һᥲ⍴⍴ᥱᥒᥱძ ᥆r һ᥆ᥕ ᥆r ᥕһᥡ, і'᥎ᥱ ᥆ᥒᥣᥡ ᥱ᥎ᥱr sᥱᥱᥒ һіm ᥲs ᥲ g᥆᥆ძ 𝖿rіᥱᥒძ. ᥲ ᥴᥣ᥆sᥱ ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥱ᥎ᥱᥒ. і ძ᥆ᥒ'𝗍 kᥒ᥆ᥕ ᥕһᥲ𝗍 һᥲ⍴⍴ᥱᥒᥱძ.

𝗍һᥱsᥱ 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣіᥒgs і'm gᥱ𝗍𝗍іᥒg, і'm s᥆ һ᥆rᥒᥡ 𝖿᥆r һіm ᥲᥒძ і һᥲ᥎ᥱ ᥒ᥆ іძᥱᥲ ᥕһᥱrᥱ і𝗍 ᥴᥲmᥱ 𝖿r᥆m. 𝗍һᥱ 𝗍ᥱᥒsі᥆ᥒ ᑲᥱ𝗍ᥕᥱᥱ�� ᥙs іs s᥆ 𝗍һіᥴk, 𝗍һᥱ ᥕᥲᥡ һᥱ 𝗍᥆ᥙᥴһᥱs mᥱ sᥱ𝗍s mᥡ ᑲᥣ᥆᥆ძ ᥆ᥒ 𝖿іrᥱ, і𝗍 ᥱ᥊ᥴі𝗍ᥱs mᥱ, і ᥴᥲᥒ'𝗍 һᥱᥣ⍴ ᑲᥙ𝗍 𝗍һіᥒk ᥕһᥲ𝗍 һᥱ'ᥣᥣ ძ᥆ ᥒᥱ᥊𝗍.

і𝖿 𝗍һᥱrᥱ ᥕᥱrᥱᥒ'𝗍 ⍴ᥱ᥆⍴ᥣᥱ ᥲr᥆ᥙᥒძ, ᥕ᥆ᥙᥣძ һᥱ ᑲᥱ ᑲ᥆ᥣძᥱr? ᥕ᥆ᥙᥣძ һіs 𝗍᥆ᥙᥴһᥱs ᑲᥱ m᥆rᥱ ძᥲrіᥒg? іᥒsіs𝗍ᥱᥒ𝗍?

ȷᥙs𝗍 sі𝗍𝗍іᥒg һᥱrᥱ ᥕrі𝗍іᥒg 𝗍һіs і ᥴᥲᥒ'𝗍 һᥱᥣ⍴ ᑲᥙ𝗍 𝗍һіᥒk ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 һіm 𝖿ᥙᥴkіᥒg mᥱ. һіm 𝗍ᥲkіᥒg mᥱ 𝖿r᥆m ᑲᥱһіᥒძ, ᑲᥙrіᥱძ s᥆ ძᥱᥱ⍴ іᥒsіძᥱ mᥱ 😩 і ᥴᥲᥒ'𝗍 s𝗍᥆⍴ 𝗍һіᥒkіᥒg ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 і𝗍 ᥲᥒძ і𝗍's s᥆ 𝖿rᥙs𝗍rᥲ𝗍іᥒg!

і ᥕᥲᥒ𝗍 𝗍᥆ rіძᥱ һіm, і ᥕᥲᥒ𝗍 һіm 𝗍᥆ s⍴ᥲᥒk mᥱ. і ᑲᥱ𝗍 һіs 𝖿іᥒgᥱrs ᥕ᥆ᥙᥣძ 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣ s᥆ g᥆᥆ძ іᥒsіძᥱ mᥱ. 𝗍һᥱᥡ'rᥱ ᥣ᥆ᥒgᥱr ᥲᥒძ 𝗍һіᥴkᥱr 𝗍һᥲᥒ mіᥒᥱ ᥲᥒძ ᥴ᥆ᥙᥣძ ⍴r᥆ᑲᥲᑲᥣᥡ rᥱᥲᥴһ ⍴ᥣᥲᥴᥱs іᥒ ᥒᥱ᥎ᥱr ᥴ᥆ᥙᥣძ.

і 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣ ᥲᥣm᥆s𝗍 ᑲᥲძ s𝗍іᥣᥣ 𝗍ᥲᥣkіᥒg 𝗍᥆ һіm ᥲs і𝖿 һᥱ's ȷᥙs𝗍 ᥲ 𝖿rіᥱᥒძ. һᥱ mᥲkᥱs mᥱ 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣ s᥆ g᥆᥆ძ ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 mᥡsᥱᥣ. і 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣ s᥆ gᥙіᥣ𝗍ᥡ һᥲ᥎іᥒg 𝗍һᥱsᥱ 𝗍һ᥆ᥙgһ𝗍s ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 һіm ᥕһᥱᥒ һᥱ ⍴r᥆ᑲᥲᑲᥣᥡ ძ᥆ᥱsᥒ'𝗍 ᥱ᥎ᥱᥒ sᥱᥱ mᥱ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍 ᥕᥲᥡ. ᑲᥙ𝗍 ᥒ᥆ ȷᥙs𝗍 ᥴᥲᥒ'𝗍 һᥱᥣ⍴ і𝗍!

ᥱ᥎ᥱᥒ ᥒ᥆ᥕ і'm s᥆ᥲkіᥒg 𝗍һr᥆ᥙgһ mᥡ ᥙᥒძᥱrᥕᥱᥲr ȷᥙs𝗍 𝗍һіᥒkіᥒg ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 һ᥆ᥕ ᑲіg һіs ძіᥴk ⍴r᥆ᑲᥲᑲᥣᥡ іs. һ᥆ᥕ і𝗍'ძ 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣ іᥒsіძᥱ mᥱ. і'm ᥴrᥲ᥎іᥒg і𝗍. ძ᥆ і s᥆ᥙᥒძ іᥒsᥲᥒᥱ? і s᥆ᥙᥒძ ᥆ᑲsᥱssᥱძ 😅 іs 𝗍һᥲ𝗍 ᑲᥲძ? 😕 і 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣ ᥣіkᥱ і'm ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 𝗍᥆ ᥱ᥊⍴ᥣ᥆ძᥱ 😬 ᥕһᥡ ᥲrᥱ ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥲ𝖿𝖿ᥱᥴ𝗍іᥒg mᥱ s᥆ mᥙᥴһ kіm sᥱᥙᥒgmіᥒ??? 😫

ᥕrі𝗍𝗍ᥱᥒ ᑲᥡ Y/ᑎ ᒪ/ᑎ

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Seungmin’s vision is blurry. He feels faint. He can barely hear the thrumming of his own heart through the flood of blood that's rushed through his ears. You like him back. You like him. And you want him. You want him as much as he wants you. You crave him.

Seungmin is pulled out of his head by the sound of the living room door unlocking and opening. Shit. He quickly dives out of the bathroom and runs back over to your bed as quietly as possible, slipping the book back under the mattress exactly where and how he'd found it before slipping back into your shared bathroom and into his own room.

You open your bedroom door and enter, it's the same as you'd left it. Well…except for the underwear you apparently left sitting on the floor in the middle of your room. It probably fell out of your laundry in your hurry to leave this morning.

As you're reaching out to pick it up and throw it back in the hamper beside your dresser you jump at the sound of a yell coming from Seungmin's room. A very loud “Fuck!” breaching the thin walls of your shared apartment.

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[tosomeonessomeone]

Intertwined.

words・3.2k /pairings・Bang Chan x reader / genres・fluff, humor, little angst/ warnings・ none

You’ve been working with Stray Kids for a long time as an artist and visual creator for the group, you and Bang Chan are really close due to being both 97’s liners.

The dance studio pulsated with tension as Chan grappled with intricate moves, each step echoing his mounting frustration. Minho's concerned gaze caught Chan's eye, "Hey, Chan, something's off. You seem distracted."

Chan let out a heavy sigh, "Yeah, it's been one of those days. Everything feels like it's falling apart."

As they retreated to the break area, the atmosphere grew more strained with the members bickering over trivial matters. Felix raised his voice, "Can we just focus, guys? This isn't helping anyone."

Chan, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on him, rubbed his temples. "I need a break," he muttered, escaping the heated exchange.

Silently, Chan sought refuge in your studio, a sanctuary amidst the chaos. As he entered, you looked up from your work, sensing the distress in his eyes. "Rough day?" you asked.

Chan slumped onto a chair, "You have no idea. Dance practice was a disaster, and the members are at each other's throats. I just needed some peace."

You nodded sympathetically, "Take your time. I'm here if you need to talk."

The frustration lingered as Chan paced around the studio. "This song is just not coming together! We're running out of time, and it's driving me crazy," he vented, frustration evident in every word.

Approaching cautiously, you offered, "Chan, take a deep breath. We'll figure it out, like we always do."

He shot you a sharp look, "It's not that simple! Do you even understand the pressure we're under?"

"I do, Chan. But snapping won't help. Let's talk it through," you urged, attempting to diffuse the tension.

He scoffed, "Talking won't magically make the song perfect! We need results, not empty words."

Remaining calm, you said, "I'm not trying to provide empty words. I'm here to support you, but yelling won't change anything."

Frustration boiling over, Chan exclaimed, "Support? I need more than support! I need solutions, and it feels like you're not getting it!"

Taking a deep breath, you carefully responded, "I'm on your side, Chan. We're a team, and we'll find a way together. But lashing out won't solve anything. Let's step back and rethink our approach."

He sighed, a mix of anger and exhaustion in his eyes, "I know, I just… I'm sorry. This is so much pressure, and I didn't mean to snap."

You nodded, "It's okay. We all have our moments. Let's take a break, clear our heads, and come back to it with a fresh perspective. We've got this, Chan."

As the tension gradually subsided, you both understood the challenges you faced but also the strength of your partnership to overcome them.

You extended your hand towards Chan, offering a silent gesture of reconciliation. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly lifted his hand to hold yours. The touch, though tentative, spoke volumes about the unspoken bond between you.

You guided him towards the couch, and as you both sat down, a heavy silence hung in the air. "Chan, I know it's tough," you began softly, "but we can navigate through this. We always do."

He sighed, his shoulders slumping, "I just get overwhelmed sometimes, you know? It feels like the weight of everything is on my shoulders."

You nodded, squeezing his hand gently, "You don't have to carry it all alone. We're a team, remember?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, "Yeah, a team. I forget that sometimes."

"It happens," you reassured, "but we're in this together." The room was filled with a comforting silence as you both absorbed the shared understanding.

Chan finally broke the quietude, "Thank you for being patient with me. I don't say it enough, but I appreciate you."

"I know," you replied with a soft smile, "and I appreciate you too, Chan. Let's tackle this challenge together, one step at a time."

As the weight of the argument lifted, you both leaned back on the couch, finding solace in the shared space. The connection between you spoke of a partnership resilient enough to weather storms, and the quiet moments that followed were a testament to the strength you found in each other.

Feeling the need for a break, you suggested, "How about we take the rest of the night off, Chan? We could use a breather."

He nodded in agreement, "Yeah, a break sounds good. My head's been spinning with the music."

You both settled on the couch, legs stretched out on a large puff in front of you. "What do you feel like eating?" you asked.

Chan thought for a moment, "Let's go with something comforting. How about ramen and dumplings?"

"Perfect choice," you grinned, reaching for your phone to place an order.

While waiting for the food, Chan scrolled through the movie options. "How about this one?" he suggested, showing you the screen.

You nodded in approval, "Sounds good to me. Anything to take our minds off things for a while."

As the food arrived, you both dug into the delicious spread of ramen and dumplings. The tension from earlier slowly dissipated, replaced by the warmth of shared comfort food. The movie played, casting a soft glow in the room.

Chan stole a glance at you, "Thanks for this. I needed a break more than I realized."

"You're welcome," you replied, "Sometimes stepping back is the best way to find a new perspective."

*your pov*

As the movie played on the screen, my thoughts swirled like a whirlwind. The atmosphere was relaxed, the air tinged with the comforting scent of the food we just enjoyed. Yet, there was a subtle undercurrent of unspoken emotions.

Feeling the weight of the day's events, I contemplated our journey together. Chan's dedication and passion were evident in every note he crafted, yet the toll of creative struggles was undeniable. The realization dawned that sometimes, in the silence between shared glances, words weren't necessary.

In a moment of unspoken connection, I decided to lean my head on Chan's shoulder. It was a subtle move, a gesture seeking solace and understanding. The soft fabric of his shirt provided a tangible reassurance, a quiet acknowledgment of the bond we shared.

As my head rested against him, I could almost feel the tension dissipate. The movie continued to play, but my attention was drawn to the rhythm of his heartbeat. There was an unexpected intimacy in this simple act, as if the proximity ignited a flutter within both of us.

I stole a glance at Chan, and our eyes met briefly. In that moment, it felt like our hearts were engaged in a silent conversation, exchanging sentiments that words struggled to convey. I sensed a subtle shift, a recognition of vulnerability and strength entwined.

For Chan, my head on his shoulder seemed to unleash a cascade of emotions. The rise and fall of his chest quickened, a heartbeat echoing the unspoken understanding that enveloped us. It was a moment frozen in time, where the complexities of the day faded into the background, leaving room for an uncharted connection that pulsed between us.

*Chan pov*

As her head gently found its place on my shoulder, a mix of emotions stirred within me. The weight of the day's frustrations lingered, but her silent gesture offered an unexpected balm. I could feel the subtle warmth radiating from her, a connection transcending words.

My mind raced, contemplating the intricacies of our partnership. Her support was unwavering, a pillar that held me steady amidst the creative storms. In that moment, as the soft fabric of my shirt cradled her head, I couldn't help but acknowledge the depth of our bond.

Her presence felt like a lifeline, a silent reassurance that we were navigating the challenges together. The movie played on, but my focus shifted to the rhythm of our shared heartbeat. The vulnerability of the day seemed to dissolve in the quiet intimacy of this simple act.

As I stole a glance at her, our eyes met briefly, and a surge of warmth pulsed through me. It wasn't just the weight of the day that quickened my heartbeat; it was the realization that our connection ran deeper than the melodies we created. It was a shared journey, marked by unspoken understanding.

Her head on my shoulder seemed to unlock a reservoir of emotions. The uncharted territory of vulnerability and strength interwoven echoed in the accelerated beats of my heart. In this unassuming moment, I found solace and a silent promise that, no matter the challenges, we faced them united, and that, perhaps, there was more to our connection than even I had realized.

*end of povs*

As the movie wove its story on the screen, a quiet tranquility settled between you. The weight of the day gave way to a shared moment of solace, and the air held a delicate sense of connection.

In a subtle shift, Chan's fingers brushed against yours, and without a word, he reached out to intertwine your hands together. It was a gesture both gentle and firm, a silent agreement that spoke volumes. The warmth of his touch sent a reassuring current through you, a reminder that, despite the challenges, you were navigating this journey hand in hand.

The intertwining of your fingers became a dance of unspoken understanding—a language that surpassed the need for words, a silent promise echoing the depth of your connection. In that shared grasp, the complexities of the day seemed to fade, leaving behind a sense of unity resonating between your intertwined hands.

As your fingers found their natural fit, you stole a glance at Chan. His expression mirrored a subtle mix of reassurance and vulnerability—a moment frozen in time, a bridge between the challenges you faced and the uncharted territories that lay ahead.

The movie continued to play, but the real narrative unfolded in the intertwining of your fingers—a quiet acknowledgment that, no matter the twists and turns, your hands would navigate the journey together.

As your intertwined fingers created a connection, a comfortable silence enveloped you. The movie played in the background, providing a soothing soundtrack to your unspoken conversation.

The soft glow of the studio lights created an intimate atmosphere as you gazed into Chan’s deep brown eyes, a gentle smile on your face. "You know, one of the things I love most is seeing you feel loved by your members. Despite the hardships, the way you guys support each other is truly heartwarming."

Chan's eyes reflected gratitude, "Yeah, they mean everything to me. Their support has been my anchor."

You nodded, "And now, it's made me realize something important."

Curiosity flickered in Chan's gaze, "What is it?"

"I want you to feel loved and cherished by me too," you confessed, "just like you do with your members. You deserve that, Chan, and I want to be the one to give it to you."

A warmth spread across Chan's face, a mix of surprise and appreciation. "You'd do that for me?"

"Absolutely," you assured, "you've shown me your vulnerabilities, and I want you to know that I'm here for you, just as you've been for your members. You deserve all the love and support, and I'm ready to be a part of that for you."

As the weight of your words settled in the air, Chan's expression shifted from surprise to a profound sense of gratitude. It was a moment of mutual understanding, a bridge between the support he received from his members and the love he was now willing to accept from you.

You couldn't help but glance at Chan, a soft smile playing on your lips. "You know," you began, "seeing you well, in your element, it just… makes my heart flutter."

He turned to you, a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Really? I thought I was a bit of a mess today."

You chuckled, "Everyone has those days. But the way you handle it, your dedication, it's inspiring. And being here for you, supporting you, it just feels right."

Chan's gaze held a warmth that mirrored your sentiments, "You have this way of making everything feel a bit lighter. I appreciate that more than you know."

You grinned, "Well, if you ever need someone to share the weight, I'm here. Always."

His expression softened, "That means a lot. It's reassuring to know you're by my side through all of this."

You nodded, "Absolutely. We're a team, right?"

He squeezed your hand gently, "Right. A team." The acknowledgment lingered in the air, and in that moment, the unspoken promise of always being there for each other became a quiet foundation beneath the surface of your connection.

As the movie's glow painted the room, Chan took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I need to be honest with you," he began, his words measured yet sincere.

You turned your attention fully to him, a sense of curiosity and anticipation in the air. "What's on your mind, Chan?"

He ran his free hand through his hair, a subtle nervous gesture. "Over the past few months of working together, I've come to realize that just being part of a team with you might not be enough for me."

A quiet intensity settled between you, and you searched his eyes for understanding. "What do you mean?"

Chan met your gaze, "I've been feeling… more. More than just collaboration. It's like, every shared moment, every challenge we overcome, it's been building up. And I can't ignore it anymore."

Your heart skipped a beat as the weight of his words sank in. "Chan, what are you trying to say?"

He took a moment before confessing, "I think I've developed feelings for you, more than just professional admiration. I care about you deeply, and I can't help but imagine a future where it's not just about the music, but about us, together."

A blend of surprise and warmth enveloped you. "Chan, I never saw this coming."

He nodded, "I know it's unexpected, but I needed to be honest with you. I've been grappling with these feelings, and it felt like the right time to share them."

The room hung in a delicate silence, the weight of Chan's revelation echoing in the air. It was a turning point, an acknowledgment that the dynamics between you had shifted beyond the realm of collaboration, and the uncharted territory you now faced held the potential for something deeper.

Chan chuckled, breaking the emotional tension, "You know what made me realize it even more? It's those moments when you're just… you. Like when you decide it's a good idea to get me all dirty with paint, or when you declare a spa day because you can't deal with your artwork anymore."

You couldn't help but laugh at the memories. "Guilty as charged. I might be a bit unconventional with stress relief."

He grinned, "And that's what I love. Those silly moments, the laughter – it's when I feel closest to you. Like that time we had face masks and painted each other's nails."

You chuckled, "I didn't think you'd enjoy that."

Chan shrugged, "Honestly, it was one of the best days. It made me realize how much I appreciate not just the artist in you, but the person. The one who's not afraid to be a bit goofy, to let loose."

The sincerity in his voice melted away any lingering uncertainty. "Chan, I appreciate your honesty. These feelings, they're not one-sided," you admitted, "Those moments we share, they mean a lot to me too."

As the weight of his confession and your shared laughter lingered in the air, it became clear that your connection had transcended the professional realm. The acknowledgment of deeper feelings was met with a warmth that extended beyond the art studio, painting a canvas of possibilities for the journey ahead.

Chan's laughter filled the room, a contagious sound that lightened the atmosphere. "And you know what really got to me?" he continued, "When you started recreating all those memes from the group. Like that time you screamed 'Ice cream!' just like Minho."

You grinned, "Well, Minho's enthusiasm is contagious. I couldn't resist."

Chan chuckled, "You nailed it. I couldn't stop laughing. And then there was the moment you sang 'Listen to my heart beat' just like Chanbin. I think that's when I realized, I love seeing you be a part of our craziness."

You blushed, "I never expected my attempts at humor to have such an impact."

"It's not just the humor," Chan explained, "It's the fact that you're willing to dive into our world, to be a part of it. It's endearing, and I can't help but be drawn to it."

As your laughter echoed through the room, it became another layer of your connection—one that transcended the challenges of music and embraced the joyous, silly moments that brought you closer. The acknowledgment of these shared experiences added a touch of lightheartedness to the depth of emotions already present in the room.

As the glow of the TV casting a soft ambiance. Your eyes met Chan's gaze, there was an unspoken understanding, a connection that transcended words. A subtle shift occurred as your fingers brushed against each other's arms. The touch was gentle, tentative, yet filled with a mutual yearning for the uncharted.

Chan leaned in slowly, his eyes shifting from yours to your lips. The anticipation hung in the air, a sweet tension building. You found yourself doing the same, drawn to the magnetic pull of this unexplored territory.

In that moment of suspended time, your lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss. It was a delicate fusion of emotions—affection, longing, and the acknowledgment of something new and beautiful. Chan's hand cradled your cheek, his thumb brushing against it softly, deepening the connection between you.

The kiss unfolded in a slow dance, a merging of two souls discovering a shared melody. The studio, once filled with the echoes of music, now held the harmonious rhythm of your intertwined emotions.

Time seemed to melt away, forgotten in the tender exchange between you and Chan. The once-muted movie now a distant hum, overshadowed by the quiet symphony of shared emotions. As you shifted, Chan's hands found your hips beneath the oversized t-shirt, a subtle reassurance that echoed the newfound connection.

With a gentle motion, Chan helped you transition, and you found yourself straddling his lap. The warmth of his touch lingered through the fabric, creating a cocoon of intimacy. The shared gaze spoke volumes, revealing a depth of understanding that transcended spoken words.

Your arm circled around his neck, fingers gently tangling in his soft, curly hair. The texture was a testament to the authenticity of the moment, the tangible connection grounding you both in the reality of this shared space.

As your bodies intertwined, the studio became a canvas for a different kind of art—one painted with shared glances, lingering touches, and the quiet melody of your breaths. The oversized t-shirt draped loosely, a symbol of the vulnerability and ease that enveloped you.

Chan's hands on your hips and the soft strands of his hair entwined with your fingers created an unspoken language—a dance of intimacy that deepened with each passing moment. The movie, now a mere backdrop, faded into the periphery as your shared connection took center stage.

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