#a while back i read a post saying that it is perfectly fine to just block certain people for slightly dumb reasons rather than hate on them

[noperopesaredope]

Ngl, my blocklist is lowkey kinda funny to me, because half of it is TERFs and shit, and the other half is just- people who I decided I never want to see again for fandom takes that I don’t like that aren’t even that bad.

Like, you’ll be looking at the list, and my reasons for blocking them will either be very reasonable or ridiculously petty.

bio-girl-lover: Blocked because they said all trans women are p*dos and not real women.

wishyouwerehere: Blocked because they said that they didn’t like Rhombulus

[neil-gaiman]

This isn’t a question, but I want to thank you for your books and how they’ve impacted my life.

Over thirteen years ago, I read Neverwhere for the first time and it changed what kind of writer I wanted to be. I went on to read more of your books—my other two favourites were The Graveyard Book and The Ocean at the End of the Lane.

About 11 or so years ago, I asked you on Twitter if I could read Stardust on a Twitch livestream, and you responded, “Fine by me”. It was one of my best streams, and while life got in the way of me doing more, I still remember it incredibly fondly.

Ten years ago I had a baby, and while he was an infant, I read him, Fortunately, the Milk, in an attempt to read him a book. He didn’t seem interested. I decided I’d try again some other time perhaps. But I did resolve to get him to read The Graveyard Book someday.

Nine years ago, when I was a mother of a one-year-old, I posted a status on Facebook simply saying, “We do not forget.”

Two years ago, I went on holiday, and I downloaded the audio book version of The Graveyard Book from our local library. My eight-year-old son listened to it as he fell asleep, though he ended up missing some parts, and we shelved it.

Last year, he read Coraline and didn’t like it. That isn’t your fault. He read Charlotte’s Web and didn’t like that either. He just didn’t quite have the understanding for them.

This year, he read Coraline and liked it. I told him it was from the same author as The Graveyard Book. He lamented that he never finished The Graveyard Book, and I said he could always download it from the library again.

Then about a month ago, he and I went through a tough time. I was really stressed about life, he wasn’t doing so well either, and our relationship got strained. I was angry with him all the time. I needed a break from him, or I thought I did. But one day when he was at his dad’s I realised that I wouldn’t get this time back. That I needed to fix it. So I asked him if he wanted me to read to him at bedtime. Just like when he was little. And we settled on The Graveyard Book.

On nights when he got to bed on time, I’d read a chapter. It often meant stretching past bedtime, but I could never stop halfway. It had been years since I’d read it too, and I found myself remembering things I’d forgotten. I’d watch his dark eyes widen whenever things got exciting, and I loved when he would interrupt me with an important revelation. “It’s Scarlett! His friend!” he’d say. “The dog! The grey dog!” “I know what Silas is!” He would tell me that I did the voices so well, that it seemed to match each character so perfectly.

We didn’t read every night, but it was a treat when we did. One night we had an argument and he told me he hated me. That he wished I was dead. And that he wanted to be with his dad. I told him to go take a shower, and that I’d ask his dad to come get him. His dad said no, but agreed to talk to him on the phone. After the shower, my son apologised for what he said. I said okay, and told him to call his dad to chat. After their call, he asked if we would still have story time. I asked if he preferred that or to have some space. He said he wanted both, but wanted story time more than space. So I read to him. It was the chapter when Bod and Silas argued, and then apologised to each other. Halfway through that chapter, my son asked for snuggles. I said, what happened to space? And he said, “I want snuggles more than space.”

We were sad when it ended. We finished it last weekend. I cried as I read it. But it was a beautiful sadness. We’ve talked about it a bit since then, to process it. He says he would like to read more about Silas and Bod’s adventures and asked if there was fan fiction about it. I told him to look, and to write some if there wasn’t. Perhaps I’ll write some too, just for him.

Last night he was at his dad’s and I was browsing Facebook and sent him a couple of his old pictures. Then I found an old post. From exactly nine years ago. And so I sent it to him.

It brought tears to my eyes. I did not remember making that post, and I’ve forgotten a great deal over the years, but I hope I do not forget these little moments with my son. But even if I do, I have them written down here to remind me again.

And thank you. For the words you’ve written and the impact you’ve had on our lives and hearts. I hope that your life holds the same amount of joy and love that you’ve given to others with your words.

That made me so happy. Thank you. I hope you and your son keep growing together.

[anisespice]

“ the fuck-it list ” || hq!

two || three || four

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list. 

pairing: various x gn!reader [ kags, akaashi, atsumu, kenma ]

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification, mentions of cheating, cringe descriptions that aren’t 100% accurate lol 

notes: based this off how my friend and i speculate about how the men in hq would be like in bed sooo it’s really just a little jokey joke, so have fun with her :] thinking of making more parts of this with other characters, lemme know what you guys think, and hope you enjoy!! 

To be completely honest, KAGEYAMA wouldn’t know much about the list aside from maybe surface level stuff. He knew it was full of nonsensical speculations, nothing but weird projections put onto strangers by other strangers who found them attractive. It creeped him out a little, so that’s as far as he wished to know. 

Plus, he had no reason to care about some dumb list—He had you. 

“Have you seen this bullshit?!”  Well, speak of the devil. 

All the training in the world couldn’t have prepared his reflexes for the amount of whiplash you put him through in the span of ten seconds. There he was, minding his business in his dorm room, chilling with a volleyball, then BAM; he’s getting bum-rushed by his 5-foot-something significant other with smoke coming through their ears.

Good thing you had a key because the setter was certain you would’ve smashed right through his door by sheer force. 

“Huh??” Frankly, you startled the poor man. The ball that was in the middle of being set toward the ceiling came barreling down on his face, causing him more disorientation. “See—ouch. See what?” 

You stood there next to his bed, one hand on your hip while the other practically shoved your phone in his face. He squinted at the harsh light, but eventually his eyes adjusted enough to read the post. His lips formed a confused pout. “That stupid, horny hit-list? What about it?” 

“What about it? Some bitch put you on there! Just listen to this garbage, ‘Tobio Kageyama. 6’2ft stoic, and mean Dom who’s pretty damn good with his hands. It’s obvious how much of a perfectionist he is, so be ready for some killer overstimulation. Probably won’t make any noise, and doesn’t know much about aftercare. Overall score: 6/10’. Are they deadass right now?” 

Ah. Now he gets it. 

He figured it was only a matter of time, homie was very much aware of his status around campus, not to mention being a looker to top it off. However, he figured being in a relationship would lessen his chances of him ending up on it, especially since you weren’t a secret or anything. Guess that list really had no morality after all. Who’d have thought? 

“I mean, the audacity to put your name on it knowing damn well if anyone even tried it, I’d gorilla glue all their holes shut.” He snorted, face scrunching slightly at your unusual threat. But, something told him deep down you were being serious. 

You continued ranting while pacing back and forth. “But not only that, they completely warped your entire sexual identity just because, what, you know how to mind your business and happen to have a RBF?” 

“RBF?” He tilted his head, making you halt mid-rant to admire the adorable sight. How dare he? You were in the middle of seething, dammit. 

“Resting Bitch Face.” 

He frowned. “I don’t have that.” 

“Tobio, you’re doing it right now.”

He huffed, looking away from you in defiance. His face was fine, he thought, a perfectly normal face indeed. A handsome face, he’d even say. Immediately picking up on his sourness, you chuckled softly before reaching over to cup his face and make him look at you. Kageyama instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, his frown still apparent, but a little less heavy once it met your soft gaze. “Don’t be pouty.”

“I’m not…” he mumbled, cheeks squished under your palms. A small blush bloomed across the apples at your teasing giggle. “You’re the one that’s upset, not me. Why do you care if they misrepresented how I am in bed? Shouldn’t you be happy it’s inaccurate?” 

Now it was your turn to huff, your bottom lip sticking out. Kageyama’s eyes honed in on its pillowy surface instantly, licking his own as he restrained himself; there’d be plenty of time for that later. 

“I mean, yeah but…I don’t know. It just…feels icky knowing there are random people around campus theorizing about your dick size in the comments, or if you cry after an orgasm. The least they could’ve done was be a little accurate if they’re gonna cause us all this trouble.” 

“Us? Pretty sure I’m the victim here. Who sucks at aftercare, apparently.” He scoffed, of which earned another giggle from you. “Besides, the only person I care about knowing any of that stuff is right here. They can take their 6/10 and fuck right off. I know my baby would rate me higher than that, right?” 

You pursed your lips, avoiding eye contact as you playfully ignored his obvious bait for praise. Kageyama doesn’t take too kindly to that. He softly glared at you, arms tightening their hold around your waist and pulling you even closer to his toned chest. 

“Oh, it’s like that, huh? That’s fine.”

Before you could register what happened, your boyfriend swept you up without struggle and gently tossed you onto his bed. “However, I will admit they were right about one thing.” 

With a slight bounce, you couldn’t fight the delighted squeal as you watched him prowl towards you. 

“Oh, really? And what’s that?”

He hummed softly, large hands traveling up your legs from the ankles all the way to your inner thighs before spreading them open to rest in between them. Finding home there for a brief moment, Kageyama practically smothered you under his gaze, attention once again zeroing in on your lips. He could feel his restraint dissipating, biting his own lip before slowly leaning down to place warm kisses against your skin. He left no spot unloved until he eventually stopped at your ear, his warm breath sending chills down your spine. 

“I’m pretty damn good with my hands.” 

Like Kageyama, AKAASHI didn’t care to know much about the list. He knows a good chunk of guys that ended up on it personally, and based on the conversations he’s heard them have it sounded like nothing but trouble. 

And he was right to assume such. 

One afternoon a few of his friends came barreling toward him during his break in between classes, each sporting various expressions that ranged from extreme determination (Bokuto) to absolute amusement (Kuroo), while the third looked as if they were brought there against their will (Kenma). Slowly, Akaashi lowered his sandwich with a sigh; so much for a peaceful lunch. 

“AKAASHI.” Bokuto exclaimed, hands slamming down on the table to keep himself from nearly toppling the man. Akaashi flinched slightly at the volume, but before he could reprimand him, Bokuto grabbed him by his shoulders and looked him square in the eyes with grand intensity. “How could you be so selfish? I thought I raised you better than this, young man!”

The former setter gaped; that’s not at all what he was expecting to hear. It didn’t help when Kuroo started busting a lung, both hands on his knees as his hyena-esque laugh bounced off the walls of the canteen. Kenma side-eyed the business major before going back to playing some game on his phone, offering the ravenette a soft greeting, then helping himself to a chair. 

Akaashi acknowledged the pudding-head with a small nod, sharp eyes redirecting back to his senior as he removed the rough hands from his shoulders. “What are you talking about?” 

“I’m talking about you cheating on [_____]!” 

Akaashi blinked. Then, like a switch, his eyes nearly popped out his head as he registered the spiker’s words.  

“WHAT.” 

Kuroo, after finally catching his breath, gave a hearty exhale as he placed a hand on Bo’s shoulder. “Way to rip off the bandaid, buddy. Thought we agreed to work our way up to that part.” 

“Screw that! I demand answers! Can’t believe I’ve been friends with a no good, cheating scumbag, hmph.” Akaashi blanched at the harsh accusation, falling deeper and deeper into a state of pure shock. 

“Wait, hold on—”

“Whoa there, let’s not jump to conclusions. The man hasn’t even gotten the chance to speak for himself. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for this whole thing.” Kuroo reasoned, but was obviously eating it up. Kenma lightly scoffed.

“You’re so full of shit.” He voiced, not even bothering to lift his gaze away from the game. Kuroo gasped dramatically at the dig, hand over his heart and everything. The former paid him no mind. 

Akaashi abruptly stood. “Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on? I’m not cheating on [______], who’s spreading such a thing?” 

Bokuto squinted. “Oya? Then how do you explain this?” 

Like incriminating evidence being shown to a jury, the silver-haired tank pulled up the updated version of the list on his phone that was posted over an hour ago. Akaashi was still perplexed until he saw it. His name. Oh, god no. 

Akaashi snatched the device to get a closer look just to make sure it wasn’t some sort of prank. To his dismay, the post was legit. Oh, god no. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…” 

“Uh huh, busted your ass!” Bokuto snatched the phone back only for Kuroo to then take it from him. “Hey!”

Clearing his throat, the sly bastard began reading the caption. “‘Keiji Akaashi. 6’0ft tall, pretty boy with intelligent steel blue eyes. His mysterious nature and bored expression would automatically put him under the Dom category, but I can see right through him.’ Wow, they make you sound like some sort of experiment.” 

“Don’t read that outloud!” Akaashi lunged forward, only to be stopped by a large hand in his face. “Omf-! Fohkuto-son!” 

“What? Ashamed of yourself? You should be, traitor!” 

Kuroo continued. “‘What many would believe to be the strong silent type, I believe there’s a sensitive side to him. That’s why I declare Keiji Akaashi to be a Switch with Sub-leaning tendencies, who’s not afraid to be vocal and would 100% let you peg him. 11/10. Would fuck again.’ Holy shit, this is gold.” 

“Jesus Christ,” Akaashi felt like his entire face was on fire. This was like his worst nightmare come to life, and apparently now everyone on campus could participate in his misery. “This cannot be happening to me…” 

“Oh, me, me, me. Is that really all you can say for yourself? What about [_____], huh? How do you think they’d feel after finding out their boyfriend is an unfaithful—”

“I DIDN’T CHEAT ON MY S/O, BOKUTO-SAN. That isn’t even the purpose of the list, you should know, you’re on it too!” 

Bokuto gaped. “I am??” 

Akaashi groaned, sinking back into his seat. His hands dragged across his face in distress, feeling as if he aged ten years from this mishap alone. But, Bokuto had a point—How were you feeling about all this? Had you seen it?

Luckily, he didn’t need to wonder for long. 

“Keiji!” 

He flinched, as did the two stooges hovering near him. Kenma was the only one to greet you normally while everyone else resembled deer in headlights; this immediately alarmed you. What you expected to be a surprise lunch with your boyfriend since your class let out early, now felt as if you just walked in on an intervention. After taking in the weird atmosphere, you eyed Akaashi with mild confusion. “Uh…is everything okay?”

“It’s all good, [_____]! Turns out my best friend isn’t a scumbag after all. Akaashi is definitely not cheating on you, so no harm done!” 

You did a double-take in bewilderment; didn’t expect that. “O..kay?”

Bokuto looked so proud of his declaration, chest puffed out whilst Kuroo looked like he could barely hold it together. Your boyfriend clearly had seen better days, frown heavy as he glared at his seniors; all he wanted was to eat his goddamn sandwich. 

Eventually, you decided to just take a seat next to him, pulling out your own food while the two former captains began bickering about who knows what. Kenma continued to play his game, happily taking the apple slices you graciously slid over to him as a boost. After you got situated, Akaashi instantly plopped his head right on your shoulder, desiring comfort from the emotional turmoil he just endured. 

You kissed away the stress lines on his forehead before opening up your bento, already having an idea in mind as to what’s gotten him so deflated. But, you spared him any further humiliation—You planned to report that stupid post later anyways. 

You chilled outside the locker rooms waiting for ATSUMU, upon his request to walk you back to the dorms after practice was over. You told him there was no need, that you’d be fine walking back on your own, but he insisted. 

And you were so glad he did. 

While you were waiting, you mindlessly scrolled on Twitter until a familiar username caught your attention; @/FckIt22. Everyone knew of the infamous ‘Horny Bucket List’ going around and boosting already inflated egos, speculating and even sometimes outing people of their most lewd fantasies with popular guys on campus. You couldn’t help but watch the drama unfold every time there’d be a new update to the list, eating it up whenever it’d be someone you knew, or someone you would’ve never guessed to be on it. 

And to your surprise, after you refreshed the page, it was both. Your mouth was slightly ajar when a picture of your boyfriend’s boyish grin greeted you, in his volleyball jersey, soaked with sweat and hair pushed back from his forehead; looking like a full course meal. 

Eagerly, you tapped in to read the thread attached to the image, intrigued to know what was said about Atsumu until… 

“...The fuck?” 

As quick as your excitement came, there it went. Right there, in big letters for the whole campus, no, the entire internet to see was your boyfriend’s face attached with someone else’s name. And not just any someone. 

‘O S A M U   M I Y A’ 

You didn’t know whether to laugh, or what. Could they’ve seriously not been bothered to make sure they had the right twin? And not only that, they mentioned you in the thread. Didn’t bother to @ you, though.

That only pissed you off even further.

‘Osamu Miya. 6’1ft of muscle and charm, whose insatiable appetite won’t be satisfied until he’s had your thighs wrapped around his face for an hour AT LEAST. Not the most expressive, but make no mistake that he’s the ultimate brat tamer; no doubt [______] could attest to that.’

“I know damn well they didn’t just…” You muttered in disbelief, shaking your head as you read on.

‘But, if you’re good, he mayyyy let you top. Don’t think for a second you’re in control tho. Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for daysss. Doubt this man does anything but grunt and groan, but overall he still gets an 8/10. Yum ♡.’ 

Wow.

You weren’t expecting to see your future brother-in-law painted in this light today, but supposed there was a first for everything. To be fair, whomever ran the account sure knew how to sell a fantasy, but it didn’t excuse the lack of decorum they had. You felt a little disturbed, almost violated. One could only imagine how the twins would feel if they saw this…

“Hey there, stranger.” You jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion; speak of the devil. Atsumu wrapped his arms around your middle from behind, placed his chin on your shoulder, and gave a loving squeeze. “Ya ready?” 

“Uh, yeah.” You quickly locked your phone.

A little too quick. 

A small pout formed on his face. He immediately called you out. “What’re ya lookin’ at?” 

“Hm?”

“Your phone, y’were lookin’ at something.” Noticing your shifty behavior, his grip around you loosened a little as he strained his neck to look you square in the face. It wasn’t long before a teasing grin spread across his. His eyebrows wiggled, “Ya lookin’ at porn?” 

With a roll of your eyes, you lightly jabbed him in his bicep. “Yeah, ‘Tsumu. I was totally looking at porn. You got me.”  

Atsumu shrugged, sporting an even bigger grin as he started to sway both of you. “Hey, no judgement here. But don’t forget ya got the real deal right here, darlin’. Whenever you need it, your lovely boyfriend will take care of ya. All’s ya gotta do is ask.”

He spun you around in his hold, and grabbed your hips. With low, tired eyes he stared deeply into your soul. His lopsided grin brought more damage to your already fluttering heart, not to mention his semi that was now pressed against your stomach; this man had been dying to have you in his arms for a while, it seemed. However, even with this sexual tension growing between the two of you...you just couldn’t help yourself. 

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Osamu.”

Immediately, his grin dropped. You did your best to remain stoic, but the absolute disgust that took over his face was just too good. Your body began to shake with laughter, small snickers escaping you as you bit your lip to hold it back. Atsumu was not amused.

“That joke wasn’t funny back in high school, [______], still ain’t funny now…”

“Oh, this is no joke. As of today, my boyfriend’s Osamu Miya, and apparently he’s my brat-tamer. Did you know that he won’t even let me top unless I’ve been good-?”

“Knock it off.” Atsumu glared, gently pinching your sides. You squirmed, but the teasing smile you had didn’t falter. “What’s gotten into ya? Tryin’ to get a rise outta me or somethin’?”

“Oh, you haven’t seen it yet?”

“Seen what?”

You unlocked your phone and showed him the thread. Atsumu held a look of utter confusion, squinting at it until it eventually registered what you were showing him. He’d heard about the list that circled around on campus, some of his friends and teammates used to brag, or complain about it to him when they ended up on it. At first, he found it entertaining…but now?

“THE FUCK?”

He snatched the phone out of your hands to get a closer look, catching on to what you’d originally been hiding from him in the beginning; Atsumu wished it had been porn.

“That’s what I said!” You laughed, incredulously. “The nerve of them to just mix the two of you up like that. And to add me into it without even bothering to tag me? Probably ‘cause they knew I’d call them out on their bullshit. Can you believe-”

“‘Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for days’?? I totally have Dom energy! We’re fucking twins, why wouldn’t I? And ‘Samu ain’t no brat-tamer! If anythin’, he’s the goddamn brat.” Somewhere on campus, Osamu sneezed.

You stood there in bewilderment. That’s what he’s concerned about? 

Crossing your arms, you watched him in astonishment. “So, you don’t care that they used your picture? Or the insinuation that I sleep with your brother?”

“‘Course I do! Ya think I like the idea of his filthy mouth being anywhere near you? And usin’ my picture to clickbait my supporters is just cheap. But nothin’ pisses me off more than anyone thinkin’ that bastard has better game than me. 8/10 my ass…”

You snorted. Why were you not surprised?

Taking a small step closer you grabbed his wrist and lowered it, bringing his attention away from the phone. Atsumu now wore a heavy pout, one that you couldn’t help but to kiss; so you did. With a free hand you reaching up to his nape and pulled him downward, capturing his lips. Catching him off guard, man nearly dropped your phone when your tongue slipped into his mouth. With a soft groan, Atsumu wrapped an arm around your waist as he tilted his head in response to your sudden affection, deepening the kiss as it instantly made his mind go blank.

You pulled away too soon for his liking, the blonde blindly chasing after you with his eyes still closed as a light chuckle escaped you. You thumbed at his bottom lip, wiping some of the spit left behind as he slowly opened his eyes. Atsumu’s honey-gaze seared right into you, the hunger from early returning as the semi he sported was now fully hard, thick and heavy as it pressed against your stomach—So fucking whipped, after just one kiss. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Gazing at him lovingly, your nails raked gently through his hair as he practically melted into you. For a moment, you thought he’d start purring.

“What do they know, huh? How about you take me to my dorm and remind me why Atsumu Miya, my lovely boyfriend, is the only one who takes good care of me. Then, we’ll put that account on blast afterwards, what d’you say?”

His boyish grin reappeared, leaning in to place his forehead on yours. “Thought you’d never ask.”

KENMA felt indifferent about the list. Nothing about it made sense to him, and he left it at that. It didn’t matter how many times his friends brought it up, or how many people whispered about it during lectures—He had no opinion on it. 

“You’re not even a little curious?” Hinata asked.

“No. Not in the slightest.”

The two of them were chilling in the canteen, in the student gaming section, both occupied with their own respective poisons. While Hinata farmed pixelated fruit on his switch, Kenma battled npcs on the public-shared ps4. The copper-head talked on and on about trivial subjects since they’ve arrived, ranging from tough assignments he nearly failed to new moves he tried in volleyball, while the quieter of the two responded occasionally when he felt it necessary. 

Hinata gasped, looking up from his game in genuine surprise. “Whoa, Bakayama said the exact same thing. You and him are probably one of the few guys I know who aren’t interested in knowing if they’re on the list. Well, you two and Suckyshima. And Sakusa-san...and...”

This went on for a good minute. 

Kenma sighed, neutral expression not matching the rapid movement of his thumbs across the controller. “It’s just some dumb list. Not like it benefits anyone.”

“Sure it does! I heard it brought lots of people together,” Hinata paused, tilting his head as he hummed in thought. “Although, I also heard it split people up, too. And caused a lot of rumors…and got that one professor fired…”

Yet another minute, passed. 

Kenma couldn’t help but snort, at least finding his rambling endearing enough to stomach yet another pointless conversation about that accursed list—Why people were so obsessed with it was beyond him. 

“Sounds like a lot of drama. No thanks.”

There’s silence between the two of them, the sound effects from their games being the only thing filling the space. Kenma continued rapidly mashing buttons, tongue sticking out as he concentrated on the level. However, he couldn’t help but feel like they were being watched. They were in a public space, sure, but…something definitely felt off. Choosing to ignore it, he refocused on the game. Hinata just finished up harvesting his watermelons when he suddenly let out a teasing chuckle.

“I wonder if [______] checked.”

Kenma’s thumbs stop. His character was taking incredible amounts of damage, but none of it registered after the mere mention of your name; the pudding-head flushed red. After a moment, he regained composure and went back to smashing buttons, ignoring how slippery his hands just got.  

 “…Why would they do that?” He muttered. 

Hinata shrugged, “Well, just because you’re not curious doesn’t mean they aren’t. Believe it or not, you’re a good looking guy, Kenma-san. And if there’s a fuck-list going around where my s/o might end up on it, I’d wanna be the first to know.”

Hm. Couldn’t argue with that. He always feared you’d end up on the list, but eventually realized it only catered to a certain demographic, mostly focused on the more sociable students, so he figured there was no other reason to care. It’d be a waste of time, Kenma knew for a fact there’d be no chance of him being on it, his outward appearance be damned.

He practically spent his first couple of semesters cooped up in his room, going to class, bare minimum socializing, streamed with his camera off, rinsed and repeated. He didn’t make many new friends during that time, and met you completely by happenstance during a late night cram session in the library; how in the fresh hell would anyone think about fucking him if he rarely gave other people the time of day? 

Kenma kissed his teeth, “You’re being annoying.”

Hinata merely flashed a bright grin, leaning over to playfully poke him in the arm. “Don’t mind~!” 

The dirty-blonde playfully swatted at the intruding hand, earning a bright laugh and another poke from the ginger just for shits n’ giggles, before he returned back to his video game. Unfortunately, the eyes around him didn’t falter, some being less obvious about it whilst others didn’t even try to hide their blatant staring. After a while it started to get uncomfortable, even Hinata couldn’t help getting concerned once he started to notice.

“Uh…is it just me, or are we drawing in a crowd?”

“I dunno. Maybe they’re just waiting for me to get off the game…” Kenma reasoned. But deep down, something told him that wasn’t the case at all.

After some time passed with the situation not getting any better, he decided to just call it a night. There was no point in trying to relax anymore with all those people pointing and whispering. As he began to leave the game, not bothering to save his progress, his phone buzzed. Immediately, Kenma knew it had to have been you—He kept everyone else on DND. When he unlocked his phone, though, the gamer was shocked to see the overwhelming amount of notifications on the screen, all from his closest friends, minus the one he’s currently with. 

It appeared they’d been trying to get his attention for a while. You must’ve been the last resort, as your message urged him to meet at your place.  He didn’t need to be told twice, grateful for this escape from the prying eyes of the random bystanders. 

“I’m heading over to [_____]’s. Sorry to cut our time short.” 

The ginger simply smiled. “It’s okay, know you don’t like crowds. See ya later, Kenma-san!” 

Kenma curtly nodded, offering a tiny smile in gratitude. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he made haste for the nearest exit, keeping his gaze locked on the ground until he made it outside. He could feel the eyes following him as he left, making a cold chill run down his spine. He couldn’t wait to get to your place.

When he eventually arrived, his knuckle barely grazed the door before it flew wide open, startling him a little. Before he even had time to catch his jumping heart, you pulled him into your embrace, making him tense up slightly until he soon melted into your familiar warmth. Sanctuary. 

“I’m so sorry, Ken. You must be devastated.” 

“Um, I’m fine...” he mumbled. Your arms only grew a little tighter around him, as if you were…shielding him? Eventually you pulled back just enough to look at him, searching his eyes for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Why would I be devastated?”

You blinked widely at him. “You mean you hadn’t seen it?”

He squinted, visibly confused, and your silence did little to calm his wariness. Another cold chill traveled down his spine, hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up as he struggled to figure out what this feeling meant. It wasn’t until after you gave a strained smile, sympathy swirling within your gaze, did it eventually hit him like a semi truck. The flooded messages, the suffocating stares, the whispers...It couldn’t be. 

He slowly began to shake his head. “No...”

You exhaled. “Yes.”

‘Kenma Kozume. 5′6ft recluse with the mannerisms of a kitten. But don’t let his meek demeanor fool you—it’s always the quiet ones you need to look out for. Though his posture may appear questionable, we all know it’s because of the monster between his legs dragging him down, baggy clothes no doubt concealing an absolute masterpiece of toned skin for you to mark up. The effort he puts into playing video games, don’t expect the same amount in the bedroom. I believe Kenma to be a lazy Switch with Sub energy, who’ll spend most of the session on his back, but that’s okay. We stan a pillow prince. 9/10.’

He looked at your phone with mild disgust. “You’re fucking joking.”

“'fraid not. It was posted less than an hour ago, probably while you were gaming with Hinata. Kuroo was the first to see it, and sent it to the groupchat. That’s why I assumed you had seen it already. Dammit, I knew someone would notice how hot you were sooner or later. And here I thought I was doing a good job gate-keeping you. ”

“Don’t just say stuff like that out loud...” He flushed, tugging on your sleeve in mild embarrassment. After composing himself, Kenma let out an irritated exhale. “What a pain. Whatever, this’ll probably blow over by tomorrow. Someone else will be posted and they’ll forget all about me. Guess I’ll just keep an even lower profile until then. Shouldn’t be too difficult.” 

Laying together on your Snorlax beanbag chair, Kenma turned on his stomach to bury himself in the plush cushion, wanting to forget this whole nightmare. But, you weren’t gonna let him wallow so easily. Tugging on the shoulder part of his sleeve to get his attention, Kenma groaned before tilting his head slightly to peek at you with one eye through the curtain of his hair. 

“You don’t understand, Ken. Bitches practically froth at the mouth for the sexy, socially awkward, gamer-boy type with the messy hair and lax attitude. I would know, I am bitches!” He snickered softly, rolling his visible eye. “My point is, this most definitely will not blow over by tomorrow. Not when they’re already hooked on the fantasy of you.”

“Exactly, a fantasy.” He said, slightly muffled. Shifting to lay on his back, Kenma rested his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. “Meaning they’ll never get to know the real thing, so eventually they’ll get bored. You shouldn’t work yourself up over this, kitten.” 

“Yeah, but what if someone-” 

Reaching over, Kenma gently flicked your forehead. With a soft yelp, you half-heartedly glared at him before going to retaliate with your own flick. He merely grinned, eyes full of mirth as he swiftly grabbed the hand and used it to pull you in closer. “They won’t. And even if they do, I'll just get Kuroo to tell one of his lame jokes to scare ‘em off. Problem solved.” 

You lightly hit his arm, but still graced him with a laugh. Somewhere on campus, said rooster-head sneezed. 

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[hyperfixationhobo]

SPICY! SPICY! SPICY!

NSFW UP AHEAD!!! 18+ ONLY

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Ok so I saw the vote, and yes it was a week long one but I meant to put it as a day and tbh I didn’t want to go back and redo the whole thing cause it’s obvious y’all want the spicy. For those who didn’t want the spicy I put a giant loud warning at the top so you can avoid this post if it brings you any discomfort or if you just don’t want to read it. No shame in knowing your boundaries!!!

Ok before we dive into the spicy, quick disclaimers! You may not like some the headcanons and that’s perfectly fine! These are just how I view the LADS and you aren’t obligated to like them! Second, I am putting how the guys are being tops and also bottoms. I’m a dom myself and there’s not a lot of bottom writing for these guys and I plan on fixing it. Third, MC in this is not specified to have specific genitalia. I want this to include everyone!

Ok let’s get on to the spicy!!!

Xavier

. Someone in my last headcanon post said that I wrote him boy coded and I honestly can’t agree more but for the spicy I see him more along the lines of ‘puppy coded.’

. Needy, so fucking needy.

. You have definitely walked in on him humping something waiting for you, mostly a pillow.

. “I’m sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

. Talkative as shit. Mostly babbled nonsense.

. So many compliments even if you can’t understand half of them.

. Favorite position is definitely the spooning position. You’re close to him and you can hear him moan. It’s a win win.

. I had to search up position name for like 15 minutes only to find out it’s just called spooning.

. I personally think he would be more sensitive than the other guys so he easily gets overstimulated.

. Doesn’t stop him though.

. Can definitely go multiple rounds.

. Also has a thing for overstimulation.

. He’s tired when he’s finished so aftercare is just wiping you both down then cuddles with a long nap.

. Will treat you to your favorite snacks after the nap.

If you top Xavier

. You pinned him down once and something in his DNA changed.

. Somehow got even more needy.

. Will wear outfits he knows that drive you insane just to get you to ravage him.

. Has to be touching you in some way.

. Won’t shut up once if he bottoms, you want him to be quiet you’ll have to shove something into his mouth.

. Take that as you will.

. Begs a lot.

. He will beg you to keep going even after he finishes.

. Put a collar on him I beg.

. We all know those bunny ears were used in more than just the photo shoot.

Zayne

. Temperature play most definitely.

. Loves holding you close cause I think he just loves warmth.

. He’s a doctor, definitely uses that to his advantage.

. I think he’s pretty vanilla out of all the guys.

. He will not cum until you do.

. Likes being ridden and I’m only saying that cause of that rocking chair scene from that one card.

. Definitely does quickies cause he’s mostly on the move.

. You send him a risky video while he’s at work you better be prepared to deal with a pent up Zayne when he comes home.

. “And what did you hope to achieve by sending me that video?”

. Aftercare involves gentle massages, hydration, healthy snacks, a bit of sweets, followed by sleeping cause he probably has work in the morning.

If you top Zayne

. You have one job and one job only; make him not able to think.

. Being a famous cardiac surgeon and looked up to 24/7 is tiring and right now he doesn’t want to think.

. You’re not allowed to call him Dr or anything like that.

. When he bottoms he’s not some super smart doctor that needs to know every answer, he’s just a guy who needs to be held and taken care of.

. He wants you to do all the thinking.

. You gotta be soft with him in this state.

. You know you’ve done it when he hardly makes noise and tears up slightly cause for once his mind is quiet and he can’t remember the last time he could just feel.

. Aftercare with a subby Zayne involves cuddles, sweets, and him being the small spoon.

. He’s floaty in this headspace and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Rafayel

. Bratty top and a bratty bottom.

. Also likes being ridden but that’s cause he’s a pillow princess.

. The bed is covered in rose petals and the fluffiest pillows.

. No candles. He learned his lesson from last time.

. That or he’ll gladly take you in a bubble bath.

. I think he switches to his native language when he’s close.

. Perfume definitely does things to this man.

. I personally think he’s the only one of the guys who would own a “toy”. Zayne’s too busy, Sylus doesn’t even really think about pleasuring himself when he’s running his business, and Xavier just simply isn’t interested.

. After care is a nice bath with fruits and soft praises.

If you top Rafayel

. You thought he was bratty as a top? You haven’t seen anything yet.

. Bratty as all hell.

. He’ll purposely won’t listen to you and test your patience just so he could get a punishment.

. “What are you gonna do? Punish me?”

. Until he actually gets the punishment and now he’s regretting it.

. Edging is the one thing he hates so use that to his advantage.

. I’ll say this once MARK 👏 HIM👏

. Scratch him, bite him, grip his hips so hard they bruise, he wants it all.

. Definitely looks at himself in the mirror the next day to watch all the bruises set in.

. Wears slightly revealing clothes to flaunt them off.

. Has definitely painted full body portraits of himself with the bruises and keeps those paintings stored somewhere.

. He just loves being yours.

. Also loves being pinned down

Sylus

. I know that most people see him as a rough top but honestly I can’t really see it.

. When I think of dragons I think of them being soft and careful with their treasures and the same I apply to Sylus.

. Takes his time, drags it on and on.

. Definitely teases.

. I think he’ll like doing it under the covers for the fact that it feels as if he’s shielding you with his wings like he used to and he honestly misses that feeling.

. Most definitely gets possessive.

. Bites, a lot.

. Also grunts a lot.

. Can definitely be rough but that’s only if it’s like a punishment.

. Won’t collapse on top of you when done cause he’s aware that he will quite literally crush you.

. Aftercare is a long soak with your favorite scented oils and Epson salt with whatever meal you’re craving.

If you top Sylus

. Bratty but not in the way you think.

. He’ll happily bottom if you want him to but he ain’t gonna make it easy. You gotta earn it.

. Tame the dragon basically.

. Chains, so many chains.

. So many collars too.

. Definitely likes being bitten as well.

. Wants you to be as possessive with him as he is to you.

. Call him your treasure and he’ll be a blushing mess.

. You had shoved his face into the pillow once and he froze.

. “….shit I think I might be into that.”

. Teases you just as much as if he was on top.

. I personally think he’ll be the hardest to get to submit only cause he will put up a fight until he thinks you’re worthy of doming him.

[hysteria-things]

hello again !! i know you just posted my last request but i have another idea !

• SMUTTY PLSZ

• matt/chris x teacher!reader

So basically, chris/matt are in senior year or any year in college and he has a teacher(reader) who's quite young and closer to their age but is still older and knowing men, she's already very popular in their school y'know y'know?

ALSO if you're gonna make the other students be a big part of the story too or add more plot, pls don't make the girls of the school hate her. it just feels unrealistic since in our school, it's mostly the girls that simp for the hot female teacher lmao

This idea was based on their video "truth or eat" i think(i forget everything) where he was asked if he's ever had a crush on a teacher and he answered yes w no hesitation and also the song "Teacher's Pet" by Melanie Martinez but switched genders.

i just think the male being the teacher and the female being the student felt overused/overdone(?)

Only if you're comfortable w this idea tho !!

TEACHER'S PET (part one)

read part two here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x teacher!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt asks for extra help after class (even though he knows exactly what he’s doing)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY, swearing, making out, oral (male receiving), throat fucking, p in v, unprotected sex (nuh uh!), degradation, cheating (cheat on tests, not people), hair pulling, spanking, breeding, ROUGH

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,236

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: shoutout any of you in college i dropped out after a month i give you guys so much credit that shit’s hard😔

for @skadltmf :)

matt and his college friends sit at the round table in the food court. they’re at the home stretch of senior year with the spring semester starting tomorrow.

“i got that hot professor for one of my morning classes.” one of his friends brags. “she’s so fine.”

“who?” matt asks, and the two sitting with him stare at him like he should know this.

“professor l/n.” the other one starts. “literally everybody is obsessed with her. she’s only twenty-five; three years older than us.”

“there’s no way she doesn’t let students fuck her to get a good grade.” they both laugh, but matt stays quiet. his friends are in their conversation about you while matt thinks to himself.

he has you for a class too but at 6 PM.

you stand at the front of the class, teaching like a normal teacher should. half of the class never pays attention, anyway, but you still have to do your job.

they may not know, but you listen. you listen to what they say about you, and to be honest it boosts your ego.

one student in particular actually pays attention and takes notes, like what he’s doing right now. you couldn’t help but stare at him from time to time, and he’ll already be staring at you when you do.

you’re grading papers on your desk as your students work independently for the last fifteen minutes of class. you feel a presence, and you look up to see him there, fiddling with his worksheet.

you smile at him. “hello, matt. do you need help with something?”

“kind of. will i be able to stay after class?”

your phone lights up, and he glances at the lock screen. it’s a photo of you, your husband, and your son. “of course you can.”

he nods, going back to his seat.

the last fifteen minutes went by in a breeze, and all of the students left. except for one, of course.

you stand up and go over to the whiteboard, grabbing a marker just in case you need to explain something. “so, matt. what is it that you needed help with?”

“this question,” he says, stepping closer to you and pointing at the paper. you look at it confused because he already answered it. flawlessly.

“matt.” you chuckle. “you’ve got the problem right and showed your work perfectly. are you sure that’s the right one?”

his cheeks flush as he grabs your face, kissing you passionately. you pull away from his hold, weirdly sad that you did.

this is a first. you know the rumors that go around saying that you fuck students for an A+ but it’s not true. hell, you’ll lose your job.

he doesn’t say anything. he just stares at you, and you stare back. what you did next was a completely new person.

you go back in, his tongue inserting your mouth and swirling inside. this is so fucking wrong, but it feels so… right?

whining into the kiss, you move your hands down to his belt to unbuckle it. he chuckles, pulling away and pushing your head so you get on your knees.

he takes off his undergarments, revealing his—

your eyes widen. oh, god.

his red tip slides against your lips before you open, pushing himself into your wet mouth. “fuck.” he whispers.

grabbing onto your hair, he guides your head up and down his cock. he groans, leaning over and rutting his hips further into your mouth. your gagging fills the empty classroom, and spit starts to spill from your mouth.

it clicks in your head what you’re doing. you have a husband and child at home, for christ’s sake. you place your hands on his thighs and try to push your head back, but his grip is far too strong.

he slowly pulls out to watch his dick move past your lips, and slams back in. “take it, sweetheart. just like that.”

you keep gagging around him, your eyes becoming glassy as your mascara starts to smudge.

your lashes flutter each time he thrusts to the back of your throat before he stops. “s-shit.” he whimpers, but he doesn’t want to cum just yet. he closes his eyes to ignore the throbbing, pulling out of your sweet mouth. you cough, your lips swollen.

“bend over for me, yeah?” he smirks when you scramble to your feet. he grabs your waist, pushing your back so your stomach lays flat on your desk.

he lifts your skirt, moving your soaked underwear to the side. he wraps a finger around them and lets go, the elastic snapping against your core. you yelp at the sudden pain.

“such a slut.” he groans, inserting his tip into your folds but staying still. “letting one of your students shove his dick down your throat.”

he moves his tip out, but then puts it back in, thrusting it in and out teasingly. “bet you were thinking about this the whole lecture. i saw the way you were looking at me.”

you pathetically whine and nod. then, he grabs your hair so the upper half of your body is lifted from the wood. your hips dig into the edge of the desk as he starts entering you.

the stretch hurts, but it feels too good. your eyes flutter back, but a hand landing on your ass gets you out of your trance. he chuckles, taking the hand that’s not on your head and covering your mouth with it. “don’t be too loud, baby. don’t want the people outside that door knowing what a whore you are for me.”

he slides in deeper, a moan leaving your lips that’s muffled by his hand. he starts rutting his hips, going faster when you fit around him. “m-matt.” you gasp.

“so fucking tight around my cock.” he breathes out. your pleasurable cries and squelching of your pussy fill the room, along with his thighs slapping against your ass.

he removes his hand from your mouth, honestly forgetting that there are probably people around. all he’s focused on is pounding the daylights out of you. his teacher, mind you.

you grip the desk for support, moaning louder than any other time when his tip starts brushing against your cervix. “holy— shit.” you hoarsely scream, squeezing your eyes shut.

he lets go of your hair, your head immediately falling between your shoulders. “i’m gonna cum!” you warn, whimpering when he moves more mercilessly. both your thoughts and guts are getting scrambled at once.

“i wonder how disappointed your husband will be if he saw you like this.” he grunts and thrusts a few more times before continuing. “clenching around my dick, so badly wanting my cum inside you.”

you moan at his words. he feels so fucking good. you hate to admit it, but this is the best sex you’ve had in years.

“want me to fuck my baby inside you, you filthy whore?”

“y-yes, please,” you whine, repeating yourself over and over again.

you cum around him at the same time he stops deep, spreading your legs wider to finish inside. you moan one last time before becoming a rag doll, the bruises forming on your hips from them banging against the desk.

he moves your underwear back over your freshly bred pussy, kissing your shoulder and neck before whispering into your ear. “i’ll let you know when i need help again, professor l/n.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[lurkingshan]

Random QL Superlatives: 2024 Edition

My friends! It is time once again to reflect back on the year and give out some random ass awards to the things that gave me joy in the many QLs I watched.

In no particular order, this year’s winners:

Best Long Term Glow Up: Off Jumpol as Jane in The Trainee

I've been simping for Jumpol since the Puppy Honey days, because I know potential when I see it! This year the rest of y'all finally caught up with me and realized this man is aging like a fine wine. We all won!

Most Valuable Prop: Aoyanagi Hajime Standee, I Became the Main Role of a BL Drama

Will anything ever make me laugh as hard as Akafuji opening the door to Aoyanagi Hajime while holding an Aoyanagi Hajime standee and then running for his life, standee tucked under his arm, to escape the mortification? If so, it's def another joke from this show.

Best Heart Destroying Angst: Every Moment of Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo

Sometimes you just want a show to break your heart into a million tiny pieces and then stitch it back together, and there is no better version of that experience this year than this beautiful show.

Wackiest Premise That Somehow Works: Caged Again

Whomst could have predicted that a BL about a penguin who turns into a human, goes to high school, and falls in love with a panther would be one of the sweetest, most compelling stories of the year.

Most Precious Bean: Taishin, Takara's Treasure

Just look at his cute little face!! My son has never done anything wrong in his life. He's adorable and I won't hear a word against him.

Drama Child of the Year: Young San, Century of Love

My soul fully tried to leave my body every time this child appeared on screen. I must congratulate this child actor--his name is Chayanan Akkharadumrongdet--on perfectly embodying the spirit of an old man trapped in a tiny body. Give this boy an award!

Best Love Theme: Di Inakala by Paul Pablo, Marahuyo Project

Such a gorgeous song, first used while King reads Ino's letter and realizes Ino has feelings for him. Hits me right in the chest every time I hear it.

Best Sex Scene - Almond and Latte's first time, Knock Knock Boys

Everyone else can throw in the towel, this is the best depiction of a loving but awkward first time that will ever be committed to film.

Star of My Vision Board: Yako, She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat

Oprah said it best: “She is the mother I never had, she is the sister everybody would want. She is the friend that everybody deserves. I don't know a better person.”

Outstanding Achievement in Old Man Yaoi: Mr. Mitsuya's Planned Feeding

It's not every day that a show manages to sell you on a 20+ year age gap, but this one did it without breaking a sweat and had us all rooting for Ishida to eat that old man up with a spoon.

Best Sight Gag: Rock Lifting Karan Over His Shoulder, Cherry Magic Thailand

Is it the way Rock bends down and grabs him with no warning? The way Karan still does a polite wai over his shoulder? The way Dujdao scurries after them? Idk but it's been 10 months and I am still laughing.

Best Absolute Mindfuck: Love for Love's Sake

Sometimes a scene from this drama will flash through my mind and I'll have to spend a few minutes just staring at the wall, and that's how you know it was damn good.

Most Brainrot Inducing: Unknown

The way this story had a chokehold on my brain for three entire months was no joke.

Swooniest Love Interest: Mahasamut, Love Sea

Just look at this glorious man! And on top of all that visual splendor, he's kind and generous and brave and smart and competent and high key a smart ass. In this house we love Mahasamut!

Best Classic Watch: The Miracle of Teddy Bear

The most delightfully surprising watch of the year for me, and a great reminder to never, ever trust anything MDL commenters say about a show.

Y'all know the drill: feel free to join in and post your own superlatives, and please tag me if you do!

[judesmoonbeauty]

Jude Jazza's "The Past Records:" The Tale of A Ruthless, Arrogant Man & A Woman Like the Moon

This is a fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.

Warning: This story will be about their relationship after the main story. Caution while reading.

It’s not possible for humans to see the other side of the moon.

The moon has almost the same cycle of rotation and revolution,

It’s said, it’s because the same side is constantly facing the earth.

(But)

“Take me to the moon.”

Declared the moon-like woman named Kate, whom became my girlfriend.

She shows every side of herself so openly.

Yeah, all the time.

Kate: Attacking someone from behind on the street at night is despicable!

Kate: They’re the ones who breached the contract by devious means!

Jude: But ya were so pissed, ya pointed yer gun at ‘em ‘n beat over ‘n over.

Kate: W-well, I….felt like I needed to protect you, Jude.

Jude: Yeah, yeah, that’s great. I’ve gotta terrifyin’ girlfriend.

Kate: Did you just call me your girlfriend?

Jude: Huh, maybe yer hearin’ stuff?

Kate: You definitely said it! Say it again please!

— There are times when you get so angry that I want to laugh.

Kate: Hic…I showed an opening and almost got taken out….how pathetic

Jude: C’mon, ya gonna cry, eat or have a pity party?

Kate: …..I’ll eat.

Kate: [Sniffle]…it’s delicious….the food is delicious, Jude.

Kate: Hi-hic….I’m so glad to be alive….!

Jude: Pfft, whadda ugly lookin’ face.

— There are times when you cry so much that I want to smile.

Kate: Liam’s performance was so amazing! Everyone was glued to him.

Jude: Tell it to him, not me.

Jude: He’ll be jumpin’ with joy, but can’t say for sure.

Kate: Yeah! I’ll tell him as soon as I get back to Crown.

— There are times when you’re so happy I want to laugh.

Jude: Yer such a busy woman.

After finishing up work, I had a smoke in my room as I watched Kate.

Kate: I wonder which Mr. Company President, is keeping me so busy?

(That’s not what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. Well, it’s fine.)

Jude: Yer the masochist who wants to be with me even if it means workin’ for Crown ‘n Raven at the same time.

Kate: And once again you’re being blunt. Jude, do you know the phrase “exploitation motivation”?

Kate: Well…it’s true that I want to be with you, so it’s inevitable.

(Ha, ya didn’t even deny bein’ a masochist.)

Just as I stamped out my cigarette in the ashtray, Kate’s gaze met mine.

(What’s with those feverish eyes?)

Kate doesn’t even try to hide her love.

When she wants me, her entire body reveals her craving unconsciously.

Just as I thought, Kate is a woman who shows every side of herself openly.

That’s why —

(Oh, this’s the first I’ve seen this look.)

Her unknown expressions I’ve never seen appear one after the other.

Just as a moon that goes through phases.

Jude: Somethin’ on my face?

Kate frowned at me sharply.

Kate: ….You’re saying that, even though you know perfectly well.

Jude: Ya give me too much credit, how should I know what yer talkin’ ‘bout.

Kate: ……

(Awww, impatient, poor lil thin’)

(But poor lil you’s so cute.)

Kate: If you don’t know what I’m talking about

Kate sat down on the bed next to me,

Kate: Then I’ll tell you

She grabbed me by the collar, and pressed her lips against mine.

(…Yer desperately clingin’ to me, so I’m gonna mercilessly devour ya.)

I whisper as I bite Kate’s neck.

Jude: Hey, let’s play a game….

Kate: …Ngh, ah….a game?

Jude: The one who looks away first loses.

Kate’s eyes flicker and then she smiles.

Kate: That’s sounds interesting, alright. I don’t feel like I’ll lose.

Jude: So ya say. Then, no matter what, don’t look away, got it?

(Ya just hafta keep lookin’ at me.)

(It ain’t funny if there’s an expression of yers I dunno.)

Kate looked away, succumbing to the relentless, pleasurable torture,

And fell asleep most likely from being worn out.

Jude: ….How vulnerable.

As I played with Kate’s messy bangs, I suddenly remembered something.

Each person receives a fixed amount of happiness in their lifetime, it’s equal for everyone.

That’s right, it was written in a book somewhere.

It’s not all good, it’s not all bad, it’s all created equally.

(I won’t say somethin’ stupid like - since I met a woman named Kate, it’s equaled out.)

The past doesn’t disappear.

Grudges, feelings of resentment, this cycle of hatred will continue until I die.

I’m still a person who’s living in the depths of hell.

(But)

Kate squeezes my finger tightly as she sleeps.

Jude: …Pff-ha, whadda ya a baby?

Jude: Just how much does this woman love me?

Maybe now, I’ve finally learned the feeling of happiness.

I savored my first taste of happiness.

Next to a woman like the moon.

[Past Records Master List]

He FINALLY knows happiness!

Dividers: @.natimiles

Tags List: @sh0jun @theimaginativelyreticent @sapphire-323 @velisle @nateko @greatwitchsongsinger@cosmowgyrall. @lunaaka

[ink-stainedkiss]

This isn't necessarily a request (unless you like the idea😍) but i am WEAK for saiki kusuo being happy and laughing, as ooc as it sounds IDC HES MY BABY AND HES HUMAN THEREOFRE I CONCLUDE THIS BOY CAN HAVE HIS DAILY DOSE OF GIGGLES.

Like, i read the fic you made on saiki finding readers thoughts funny, and i BAJDJSJAJDBS I SQUEALED.

Just imagining him breaking character, or AUDIBLY laughing, is so so sweet bro im not even joking. He'd only ever be comfortable doing it infront of his mom probably, or his close friends. EVEN SO.

Just needed to get it off my chest. 🙂 if you ever make more fics with happy/giggly saiki i might actually marry you. 🙂🙂🙂

This one goes specifically to you queen😍 and No. I’m going to marry you🫵😼

Missing You

Synopsis: Saiki starts to feel a bit weird when you are out and he realizes he misses you. Now to find a way to get you home faster…

Merry Christmas for those who celebrate! I hope you all had a great time because I sure did. Sorry my activity has been a little slow these past days have been busier than expected, so this one’s going to be a bit short. Also thank you all for the likes on my later posts! It feels so amazing to see you guys enjoying my other works. Anyways, please enjoy this tooth-rotting fluff of our beloved Saiki💕

“You on the phone”

“Saiki on the phone”

*Saiki is wearing his telepathy blocking ring in this, so he's speaking normally*

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.2k

Everyone knew that Saiki was not a dependent person. He was the furthest thing from it. He loved his alone time- actually scratch that. He craved alone time. It was just his luck that he was always surrounded by people that caused him so much mental pain. To Saiki’s surprise, he had found someone he tolerated. Well it was more than that, but you guys were just friends, so he couldn’t say anything. He realized you were the only one that didn’t put Saiki through a problem which he had to solve. There were no long adventures when you talked to him in the halls. No using his powers to fix something you had done. He was able to act perfectly normal around you. Which is why he grew such an affection toward you. He grew so comfortable that he told you about his abilities and like he expected you took it well.

Today was one of his favorite days. Where he was able to hang around your home without a care in the world. Whatever his friends were up to outside of your house was not Saiki’s business, nor did he care about it. He had developed a routine when you text him to come over. He would arrive at your house, wear his germanium ring and let his worries wash away. It was the closest thing he could get to being a normal teenager and he was damn sure going to use his time wisely. Whenever Saiki stayed at your home, you would ask to do something, nothing crazy. Something simple like baking a batch of cookies, watching a movie on the couch, or if you were very bored, you would ask to do Saiki’s hair, which he never denied. Because, well, it was you. How could he say no?

Today was a bit different. You had mentioned you needed to run some errands and you promised you would back around noon. Saiki was fine with this since it meant he would have the house to himself. You trusted him greatly so you didn’t mind if he stuck around while you were out. When you left he gave a small nod and then the house was silent. Today was very different because something felt off. He had been reading a book on your shelf out of interest, but for the past five minutes, he had been rereading the same sentence over and over. Something was tugging in his head, but he wasn’t sure what was wrong.

Today was different because he felt so off without you in the same room as him. He checked the clock, realizing I had only been an hour and a half since you left. You wouldn’t be back until later, so Saiki had to find something to distract himself. Today was different because tried to cure his “boredom” with his powers. He turned on your kitchen sink, watching blankly as he made shapes and animals out of the liquid. When that didn’t stop the tugging, he moved onto your room. He felt slightly better resting on your bed and he played it off as being tired, but no. When he kept checking the clock to see if it was any closer to noon, he came to the horrifying conclusion that he missed you.

It was such a foreign feeling. Saiki? Wanting someone to be around him? Well that’s what happens when you sneak your way into his heart. The psychic couldn’t stand it anymore and grabbed his phone, clicking on your contact and placing the device to his ear. The small buzzing reached his ear and he felt a small fragment of relief when you answered after the second ring.

“Hey Saiki, what’s up?”

He sighed, a bit humiliated he felt this way.

“Nothing.”

“Then did you need something?”

“When are you going to be home?”

He said home like he lived here with you, but if you minded, you didn’t make it obvious.

“I should be there in maybe three hours.”

That did not help.

“Can you get here sooner?”

“Why? Is something wrong?”

“Yes.”

Might as well since there isn’t anything else getting you here faster. Saiki thought.

A small gasp sounded through the speaker, “I thought you said nothing was happening?”

“Just get here fast.”

And with that he hung up the phone.

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You raced to your house, hoping you wouldn’t find it in ashes or hit by a tornado. Maybe you were being dramatic, but why would Saiki call you and tell you to come home quickly? It was shocking that you didn’t get pulled over at the pace you were driving home. When you pulled onto your street, you were thankful to not see any smoke, but that didn’t make you slow down. You slammed to a stop in your driveway, panic flooding your veins. You unlocked your door at lightning speed and the second it was open, you called out,”I’m here! What happened?!”

You shut the door behind you, scanning for some sort of danger, but you find your house was still intact. You were so confused. You were expecting some sort of freak accident with Saiki’s powers, but everything was in place.

“Nothing wrong.”

You whipped around, finding Saiki had teleported behind you. You blinked in confusion,”What are you talking about? You told me to get here quick and I-“ “I lied.” Your arms dropped at your side in defeat,”Then why am I here right now?” He gave you an emotionless stare,”Because I wanted you to be.”

Still in shock, you looked around, finding a scattered book on your couch. It was odd because Saiki is always the one to be neat. You turned to the boy, noticing how he was hardly making eye contact with you and he clearly wanted to say more. You recalled his words over the phone, then it all clicked.

“Saiki,” your words were barely above a whisper,”Did you miss me?”

The things that happened next were a blur. In the blink of an eye two arms were wrapping around you and you could feel Saiki’s head in the crook of your neck. He didn’t respond to your question, but this was enough to answer it. Honestly, you were a bit nervous. Was this really the same Saiki? The one who barely let people stand close to him, was holding onto you like a lifeline. You felt a long sigh escape his lips and instinctively you reached one hand up to rest in his pink hair and the other embracing him over his shoulder.

“I didn’t know how else to get you here.” He confessed gently, making your heart melt,”You could have just asked, Kusuo.” He tucked himself more into your neck, almost hiding his face from you,”But you were busy.” You rolled your eyes, “It was just getting groceries, I would have dropped everything if I knew you wanted me here.”

Saiki didn’t know how to respond, instead he used his teleportation to take you both to your room. You let out a grunt as you back hit your mattress, but your attention changed to the boy resting on you. He looked so at peace and you couldn’t believe this was still the same person. (It’s not like you were complaining.) As you softly played with his pink hair, a small idea popped into your head. Maybe I should go out more often if this is what I get to come home too…

[absxntmxnded]

LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU

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origins!logan x reader

warnings: fluff, no use of y/n

Had this thought in my head and I read a shit ton of Logan blurbs and fics but I’ve never posted anything I’ve randomly written and I’m deffo nervous but fuck it I guess

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You woke up to it snowing, just like the weatherman predicted. You needed to go into town to get groceries and other necessities, and having put it off all week proved to be a poor decision.

You reluctantly slid out of bed, from the safe, warm, space, and wrapped yourself in your cardigan before padding downstairs to the kitchen. As you filled your coffee pot with water you peered out the window to get a gist of just how bad it was snowing.

It was coming down, but not too hard and the visibility was still good. The tall pine trees that lined the edge of your property swayed with the tender swirls of snow. The sun was unsettlingly bright against the whiteness of the snow, blinding you from looking out for too long.

You poured a cup of coffee and settled at the dining room table, seated perfectly to watch the snow fall and the wildlife wake up with the sun. This life was not perfect by any means, but you knew why Logan chose to home you both out here. It was for comfort, safety, and peace knowing not many would trek through the unknown to find you.

After finishing your coffee, you made your way to the front door, slipping on your winter gear. Tall, thick boots now adorned your feet, and a fur-lined parka wrapping the last remnants of heat from your bed against you. You knew if you wanted to make it to town you would have to shovel the driveway now and leave soon before the weather got worse. With that, with your now gloved hands, you opened the front door and invited the bitter cold in. The wind whipped you in the face and it stung hard, but nothing you weren’t already used to.

You grabbed the shovel and started a path from the steps of the front deck to the truck. From there, you went up and down the driveway in straight lines, careful not to slip. You were so focused on the task at hand you could barely hear Logan calling from the front deck.

“Princess! What are you doing?” Logan calls. You turn around to see your boyfriend standing there, head cocked, arms across his chest with that ever present scowl across his face. You knew he wasn’t seriously upset with you but you never enjoyed seeing him upset. “Give me the shovel, you go inside and get warmed up.” Logan says while coming down the path you made.

You pulled the shovel out of his reach. “Not a chance Logan, I’m almost done, I can handle it.” You said, matching his stern tone.

“I don’t care if you can handle it, I will finish, now go.” He said, pointing at the house. You weren’t going to give in that easily.

“Logan, I am perfectly capable of shoveling the driveway! I used to do it when I lived with my parents, seriously I’m fine.” You appreciated Logan’s kindness to help you with everything, but sometimes you just really wanted to show him how independent you were.

Logan places his hands on your shoulders. dusting the snow off. “Darlin, I know you’re capable of shoveling the driveway. You’re capable of a lot of things, but you live with me now. I’m taking care of you now, so I do this, okay?” You felt your heart swell and you couldn’t even think of where to begin what to say. Your whole life, you were the person everyone else relied on. The feeling of gratitude and love filled your chest and soon your eyes. You stammered, not even knowing how to respond to Logan.

He didn’t even give you a chance to answer before he picked you up and slung you over his shoulders like you weighed nothing. “Logan!” you screeched, “Put me down!” You were giggling and smacking Logan’s back, but that was hardly a deterrent to him. He effortlessly carried you back into the house, placing you by the wood stove to heat you quicker. Carefully, he undressed your winter gear and clothes, laying them on the back of the couch to dry. You allowed him this moment in caring for you, because you knew deep down this was mending broken pieces of him, slowly but surely.

Before you knew it, you were down to your undies and bra, being hoisted over Logan’s shoulder again, this time being taken upstairs. “Logan! I can walk!”

“I know darlin.”

Logan set you down gently on the bed and turned to rummage through his drawers. He turned back around holding sweatpants and a sweatshirt, which were clearly his. A toothy grinned crossed his face as he walked to you. He first put the sweatpants on you, sliding them over each foot and up to your hips. Then he carefully pulled the oversized hoodie over you. Last, to finish off your look, he brought out the warmest cabin socks he could find, carefully slipping those on as well. He stepped back and gave a once over of his job. You couldn’t help but break out into laughter.

“Whats’o funny?” He scrunched his nose and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“Nothing Logan, you’re just going overboard, I’m fine, was hardly cold and I could’ve fini-.” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as Logan cut you off with a sweet kiss.

“Like I said before, you live here now. I’m supposed to be taking care of you, so let me. You don’t need to do everything anymore. I love you.” Logan held your hands and kissed your forehead before laying you down and pulling the covers over you. “Now you lay here and warm up. I’ll finish the driveway, and cook breakfast. Then we can head to town. Okay darlin?” Logan’s hazel eyes were surrounded by those crinkles you absolutely adored, and a bright smile only reserved for you.

You nodded. “Okay, Lo…” you smiled up at him, taking in his gentle features and soaking in the love and display of affection Logan was giving you. Logan leaned down and pressed a longer kiss to your forehead before pushing some hair to the side of your face. “I love you sweetheart.” He said as he moved to the door, glancing back one more time to flash a grin before disappearing down the hallway.

You weren’t used to the one being waited on and getting to relax, but living with someone like Logan made it easy.

[gojoacedia]

tattoo artist! Touya Todoroki x Reader

NSFW ahead! This is my first full smut piece so I thought I would post it for kinktober, lmk how I did!

Touya Todoroki was the most sought-after tattoo artist in your city. His fine line work, detail, and color were unmatched. As an artist yourself, you weren’t just going to pick anyone to do your first tattoo. They had to be good enough to replicate your drawing, which wasn’t going to be easy for anyone. So you decided to email him to set up an appointment.

It took months to actually see him, but the day was finally here. You were going to get your first tattoo. It was a beautiful and intricate spine piece that Touya said he was personally impressed by. You were incredibly nervous but also excited to finally meet him. Then you were called back into his room.

“You (y/n)?” he asked you while finishing setting up for the session. You had seen pictures of this man but none of them did him justice. He had beautiful white hair, perfectly contrasted by the black inkwork all over his body. He had three nose piercings and many cartilage piercings, all of which made you weak in the knees. You realized you were staring.

“Yes,” you replied shortly, your nervousness showing more than ever. He only smirked at you, reading your body language like a book.

“This your first tattoo?” He asked, getting the stencil ready for placement. You only nodded, too shy to speak anymore. “Don’t worry, I’ll be real gentle to you,” he said in a suggestive voice, making blood rush to your cheeks.

“Thank you,” you could only say before he turned you around and started placing the stencil. The cool ink on your back gave you goosebumps, but you were more shaken by how delicate his fingers were pressing the stencil into your back. You had to try extremely hard to prevent yourself from shivering.

“Does that look centered? I usually don’t get it right the first time, but I think I did a pretty good job on this one,” he laughed a little at himself while watching you look in the mirror. You practically had hearts in your eyes at how good it looked on your back. “It looks amazing, perfectly centered!” you smiled up at him after looking at the stencil to find him already looking at you with an amused gaze. Did he think you were cute? You looked away before your brain could explore that thought any further. He motioned for you to lay down on the table so he could get to work. You unceremoniously flopped down on the bench and got in a comfy position. You knew this would take a while.

“Alright, this may pinch a little, let me know if it hurts too bad,” he told you before dipping his pen in the tattoo ink. You barely even felt the needle go into your skin, you were too preoccupied with how he was touching your back. “How does that feel?” He asked in the same suggestive voice he did before.

“I barely feel a thing. In fact, I think it’s relaxing,” you told him truthfully in a sleepy voice. It was his heart's turn to skip a beat. His first tattoo didn’t hurt particularly bad, but it was far from relaxing. He got used to it over the years, but he couldn’t help but wonder what pain you had to go through in your life to look this sleepy while needles were penetrating your flesh.

“Yeah? You got a high pain tolerance?” He asked, wanting to confirm his curiosity. “Mmhm, been through a lot worse than this,” you yawned while relaxing more on the bench. He thought you looked adorable. “That’s too bad, a pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to go through any pain,” he flirted before wiping some excess ink away. You giggled below him, glad your face was hidden in the table.

“Did your first tattoo hurt?” You asked him, not wanting to stop the conversation. “It hurt a little but wasn’t nearly as big as this one. I personally think piercings hurt more than tattoos,” he answered. “I agree, but I’ve only gotten piercings done by my friends, never at a parlor,” you laughed a little while telling your story, thinking he would be disappointed that you didn’t take body mods seriously. Some did get infected, but no more infected than they would’ve gotten at Claire’s. “I didn’t take you for the rebellious type, doll,” you could hear the smirk in his voice. He could probably hear your heartbeat through your spine at this point. “Then there’s a lot you don’t know about me, handsome,” you replied by calling him a pet name like he had called you, thinking you were funny for it. On the other hand, he felt his heart skip into his throat at the nickname. He was always a flirt, and shy girls like you were always his favorite to pick on. But you talked back. He thought he was falling in love.

You continued the conversation until about an hour and a half into the tattoo session, then he asked if you needed a break.

“I’m so glad you asked me, my legs went numb like 30 minutes ago but I felt bad messing up your rhythm,” you told him honestly while sitting up. You tried to stand up but it was all too fast, causing you to stumble due to the blood rush. Touya caught you, his hands on your elbows holding you up.

“Careful now pretty, don’t fall for me too fast, you might regret it later,” he teased from above you. You tried to hide your smile but it was futile. “Sorry, I stood up way too fast,” you explained even though he already knew what happened. He sat you back down before walking over to a mini fridge in the corner to get an energy drink. He asked if you wanted anything, and you looked over his shoulder to see what he had. You were surprised to see little boxes of apple juice.

“Can I have an apple juice?” You asked him while smiling, happy that he would have something like that in his fridge in the first place. He laughed while grabbing one and handing it to you.

“They’re for when kids come in to get their first piercings. I don’t know what magic is in them, but they take the pain away from every kid I’ve ever pierced,” he chuckled while explaining them to you. This man just kept getting hotter and hotter the more you talked to him.

“You’re a badass tattoo artist who’s also good with kids? I’m in love,” you joked, but it wasn’t really a joke. He laughed at that, letting you see his smile for the first time since you started the tattoo. Butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“You ready for the final stretch? It should take another hour and a half if you sit pretty for me like you’ve been doing,” he smirked while putting on a new pair of black gloves. You nodded and laid back down on the bench, getting in a comfortable position once again.

“So how’d you come up with this design?” He asked you, eager to start another conversation.

“It’s been something I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember, and because I’ve drawn for my whole life it was pretty easy to sketch up a draft,” you explained to him, happy you finally got to brag about how good your drawings were. “You drew this? It’s beautiful, if you ever want to become a tattoo artist I’d take you as my apprentice any day,” he complimented, trying his best to get you to like him. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind,” you laughed, although you both knew he wasn’t joking. “I’ll show you my art after this if you want to see it,” you offered, upset that you had seen his art all over his studio but he’s only seen one of your drawings. “Show me everything,” he replied, making you flustered at his innuendo.

“This is going to hurt more than the linework, I’m gonna start filling in the black,” he warned before starting shading. “I know you can take it though,” he said in that suggestive voice that made your knees weak. Thank god you were lying down.

You ended up falling asleep for the rest of the tattoo session, much to Touya's disappointment. You were woken up by the cool disinfectant being poured on your back.

“We all done?” You asked him while yawning.

“Yup, go ahead and take a look,” he replied. You almost shot up when he said that, excited to see how it turned out, but you caught yourself and got up slowly so you didn’t fall over again. You looked behind your shoulder to see the tattoo.

“It’s beautiful Touya! Thank you so much!” You exclaimed. You handed him your phone so he could take a picture. When he handed you your phone back you stared at the photo for what felt like forever, memorizing every little detail he was sure to add. You smiled up at him in appreciation, and he was once again already looking at your face in admiration. You didn’t know but he felt his chest tighten at the fact that you remembered his name. It sounded so good coming from your lips.

“I’m really happy you came to me for your first tattoo, this way you know how good I am and can come to me for every other tattoo you decide to get,” he subtlety flirted.

“I definitely will, don’t you worry,” you told him. “Alright, let's get you taped up,” he said before turning you around and putting healing cream on your back. You had become obsessed with the way his fingers felt on your skin, so much you didn’t want to leave. He put a bandage over your tattoo before turning you back around to look at your face again.

“I know this is unprofessional, but let me take you on a date. I get off work at 6 if you wanna stop by then. I know some amazing restaurants on this block,” he said nonchalantly while taking his gloves off one last time. You stared up at him in shock. You were hoping this would happen, but you had convinced yourself he didn’t like you and was just trying to make you more comfortable.

“I’ll be here at 6 then,” you smiled up at him before walking out of his studio to pay.

•••

Six was too close. You were so giddy about the date that you had forgotten to ask about how to take care of the tattoo, showering with the bandage on and hoping you weren’t supposed to take it off before the shower. You wore your favorite outfit and put on some simple makeup before heading out to see Touya.

You arrived at the studio around 5:45, watching as all the employees were cleaning up after a long day. You didn’t want to get yelled at for being here during closing, so you immediately made your way to Touya’s studio. Before you opened the door, you heard him talking to someone.

“Take a big deep breath in- and now out,” he was speaking to someone in a gentle voice, one you weren’t used to hearing from him. You quietly opened the door and slid in, and Touya knew it was you as soon as he heard the door. There was a little girl sitting on the table you were on earlier that day, getting her ears pierced. Her mom was in the corner smiling proudly at her, but also eyeing Touya down like you were. You couldn’t blame her, you were in the same position.

“You did so good! Now for the most important part-” he started before heading over to his mini fridge and taking out an apple juice. “Make sure you drink all of it so your body has all the proper nutrients to heal,” he explained, watching the little girl with comforting eyes that felt like home.

“Thank you,” the little girl said quietly before running off to her mom to show her. They both looked so excited, which made your heart soar. After they left the room, you approached Touya.

“How did you learn to be so good with kids?” You asked him, smirking. He let out a huff at your question.

“I’m the oldest of four, I’ve been takin’ care of my stupid siblings my whole life,” he explained while cleaning up. It made you wonder about his childhood. Why did he have to take care of his siblings? What did his parents do? You decided to drop the subject in case it brought up anything he didn’t want to share yet.

Once he was done cleaning his space, he walked over to you before snaking his hands around your waist and leaning into your ear.

“You look absolutely beautiful, you know that?” He whispered, leaving chills up your spine. You wrapped your arms around his neck before looking up at him to return the compliment.

“I could say the same for you,” you whispered up at him, looking at how soft his lips were. He suddenly pulled away before grabbing your hand to lead you out of the studio. “Let’s get going huh? I have the whole night planned out for us so I don’t want to waste a second,” he said at a normal volume. You nodded and followed along.

•••

Dinner was amazing. You talked the entire time about your work, families, and hobbies. You felt like you had known Touya for years after you left. It was shocking to you how easily conversation flowed, you usually had to carry the weight of conversation on your other dates. But Touya knew exactly what to say. At the restaurant, Touya offered to take you back to his place, which you happily accepted. You didn’t want the date to end.

The car ride over held a comfortable silence. You were looking out the tinted window at the city lights as you drove, absorbing the beauty while you thought about what you were going to do at Touya’s place. You entered a parking garage and watched as the cars passed while driving to the upper levels.

Touya’s apartment was nothing like you expected. Of course, there was art on every wall, but it was extremely clean and organized. Touya watched as you explored his flat, looking at every drawing and picture with curiosity. He felt his heartbeat speeding up as he watched you. As you were looking at a particularly impressive drawing, you felt arms snake around your waist and a breath on the shell of your ear.

“You know, the second I saw you I knew I had to get to know you, and after that you just got hotter and hotter,” he whispered in your ear, giving you shivers. You turned around to face him, again wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I could say the same for you,” you whispered back, standing on your toes to lean in to kiss him. He smirked before gently pressing his lips against yours. The gentle kiss turned more passionate, and you felt a hand tap on your ass, telling you to jump up. You jumped and he caught you without breaking the kiss, carrying you to his bedroom before throwing you on the bed. He took his shoes off before crawling on top of you to continue the kiss.

You didn’t understand how his kisses were making you this hot and bothered. Maybe it was the combination of delicate and passionate with every move of his lips. Maybe it was how soft his hair felt in your fingers. Maybe it was how his hands explored every inch of your upper half without even taking off your shirt. All of it was driving you crazy. He pulled away to look at how flustered you were, and you felt him get harder from looking at you melting underneath him.

“I promise I don’t usually do this on the first date, but no matter how hard I try I can’t resist you,” he said, expressing his hesitation. He didn’t want you to think he only took you out for sex, and you could see it in his eyes. In response you took off your shirt to let him know it was okay. His eyes widened seeing you in just a bra, then he smirked knowing this was permission to go further. He took off his own shirt before leaning back down to kiss you and explore your body, this time without the barrier of clothing. He felt you breathe heavier at how he grabbed your waist, and he felt how painful his erection was getting at all of your small reactions. If you were this sensitive already, how could you take his cock?

He reached behind your back to unclip your bra, but while he was there he felt the bandage of your tattoo still there. He was going to have to take that off once he was finished with you. He pulled your bra off of your chest and couldn’t help but stare. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice trailing off like he didn’t know he said that out loud. You bit your lip in embarrassment, about to cover your chest with your arms. He stopped you in your tracks by pinning your arms back down and kissing you, pressing his bare chest to yours. He felt so warm above you, and you felt comforted by his body heat. After making sure you weren't embarrassed anymore by kissing you, he reached his hands up your waist once again, but this time he didn’t stop at your chest. He grabbed a handful of your tit, causing you to let out a breathy moan into his mouth. You felt him smirk against your lips. He reached the other hand up to squeeze your other tit while starting to toy with the nipple on the first one. You couldn’t help yourself from moaning as he twisted the nipple with his thumb and pointer finger, bucking your hips up to his to create more friction. He started giving the same treatment to the other one, circling his fingers around the hardened bud, making you squirm with pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you?” He smirked in your mouth and your face got hotter. You let out a shy and breathy ‘yeah,’ before pulling his head back down on your puffy lips. You didn’t think you could ever get enough of him. As you kissed you explored his body with your hands, his toned arms, shoulders, back, and abs. You reached your fingers under the band of his pants to tease him, hoping he would take the hint. You were getting uncomfortable with how wet you were, feeling your slick start to seep through your pants. He smirked into the kiss before pulling away to take your pants off. He took his pants off as well, leaving him in his boxers and you in your panties.

“Fuck doll, you’re practically dripping through these,” he said while gently starting to trace his fingers along the outlines of your folds, making you squirm with anticipation. You looked down at his boxers, almost drooling at how big the outline of his cock was. “Heh, like what you see, love?” You nodded eagerly before once again tracing your fingers along the band of his boxers and up his spine and shoulders.

“Patience, babe, I haven’t even eaten you out yet,” he chuckled before pulling your panties down, coming face to face with your sopping cunt. You had no idea what to do. You had never enjoyed anyone eating you out before, so you were nervous about Touya. You prayed to whatever god you believed in he knew what he was doing. You absolutely did not want to stop him because he was bad at eating you out. Your train of thought stopped when you felt Touya bite the inside of your thigh. “What’s wrong, doll?” He asked, looking up at you and rubbing his cheek against the bite mark he just made to soothe it.

“It’s just… I’ve never enjoyed being eaten out…” you said quietly, almost ashamed that you had to express this concern.

“Trust me, ok?” he whispered, kissing down your thigh. You nodded, putting your hands on top of his on your thighs. He finally got down to your folds and gave a light kiss to your clit. You relaxed into his touch, and he took that opportunity to wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you closer to his face. You gasped in surprise, but it turned into a moan when you felt him kiss your cunt sloppily. You laced your hands through his hair, moaning as he lightly sucked on your clit. He brought his fingers down to collect your slick and you felt him smirk on your cunt.

“You’re leaking so much for me, doll,” he said into your clit, the vibrations of his voice making you jump. You tried to respond but your words caught in your throat at him slipping a finger inside of you, curling it upward, and hitting your most sensitive spots. You couldn’t hold on to his hair anymore in fear of ripping it out of his head, so your hands settled on the bedsheets. He started pumping two fingers into your wet hole, circling your clit with his tongue gently. You were the loudest you had ever been, arching your back and gripping the sheets for dear life. You were so right to trust him with this.

“Touya, I’m gonna cum,” you whined in between breaths. He instantly pulled away from you, causing you to whine again, but this time in annoyance. He was smiling wide at how your eyebrows turned upwards, how tears shined at the corners of your eyes, and how your gorgeous chest rose and fell with every breath.

“You haven’t even seen my cock yet and you’re already gonna cum? That was awfully easy for how hard you were making it out to be,” he grinned at your reactions to his teasing. He loved seeing you so desperate for him. He brushed your hair out of your face and grabbed the side of your head, leaning down for a passionate kiss. You felt him moving above you, taking off his boxers while holding your face up so you couldn’t look down. You felt him start to grind against you with his bare erection, earning a moan of surprise at the cold metal of the piercing on his tip. He deepened the kiss, grinding harder on your slick as he did so, causing you to reach up to tangle your hands in his hair for something to hold on to.

“Are you on birth control? Do you want me to get a condom?” he whispered against your lips, grinding lighter so you could respond.

“I have an IUD, so as long as you promise you don’t have any STDs we don’t need a condom,” you smiled up at him. He smiled back. “I promise I don’t have any STDs. I get tested regularly,” he replied while rolling his eyes. You wrapped your legs around his hips, exposing your hole for him to enter. He gave you one last quick peck on the lips before lining himself up with your entrance. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he slid in the tip, getting even more turned on by the way your mouth started to open and your brows started to curl up. Your hands were gripping his shoulders harshly, unable to lift your arms up into his hair anymore. He continued to slide in after he assured you looked fine.

“Ohhhhh fuck, princess, you feel so fucking good,” he threw his head back and moaned. Your back started arching as he bottomed out, your vision going slightly blurry, and nothing but moans and pants escaped your lips. He laid on top of you, going even deeper inside while grabbing the bottom of your chin, forcing you to look at him. “fuck, doll, I don’t know if I can bring myself to ruin a pretty thing like you,” he teased above you, looking deep into your eyes. You wrapped your legs around his hips so he couldn’t move out of you.

“Please, Touya… I want you to ruin me… You can use me however you’d like,” you whispered to the man above you. You watched as his eyes turned into something more crazed, and you watched as he put a pillow underneath your back before slamming into your hole roughly. You yelped and your hands returned to his back, this time clawing red stripes down the length of it. You could tell he loved it by the way he groaned and thrust his hips onto yours. He decided to return the favor by reaching to your chest, circling each nipple with his fingers before pinching and squeezing. You felt your eyes rolling to the back of your head with the overwhelm of pleasure, and you felt tears streaming down your cheeks. You heard Touya chuckle above you.

“Dick too big for ya? That’s too bad, you gave me permission so I’m gonna use this tight hole any way I please tonight,” he said roughly, his voice wavering every time he pounded into you. All you could reply with was “Mmhmmm! Yes, yes, oh fuck,” in a voice way more high-pitched than it usually is. He let out a small laugh at your response.

“I’m gonna make you come now, ok baby?” He muttered, moving one hand from your chest to your cunt, taking his dick out to cover your folds with your slick before rutting back in. You nearly screamed as he brushed his fingers over your folds, spreading your juices all over. He started to stroke over your clit quickly, pushing in your nipple before flicking it intensely with his other hand.

“Ahhhh, fuck Touya, please,” you sobbed out, tears now streaming freely down your cheeks.

“You want me to fill you up, doll? Cum for me and I’ll give you your reward, hm?” You came the instant he told you to, back arching and legs shaking around his waist. Feeling your cumming cunt throb against his cock made Touya come after, filling you up with hot spurts of cum. He kept thrusting into you, your juices mixing in a white froth around the base of his cock, his spurts of spend slowing down with every thrust. Once he was finally satisfied, he slowly pulled out and watched as his cum leaked down over your asshole.

“Fuck, that sight could get me hard all over again,” he smirked to himself before looking up at your face and laughing. You were so exhausted. “C’mon, let's get you cleaned up,” he chuckled while picking you up bridal style and taking you to the bathroom. He sat you down on his toilet before turning the shower on.

“I’m not letting you in the shower until you pee,” he said to you behind his shoulder while feeling the water as it warmed up.

“What? Why?” You asked as his come began to leak out of your abused hole in clumps. “I don’t want you getting any UTIs or yeast infections. That would mean I would have to wait for more than a week to fuck you,” he said as if it was common knowledge. You laughed to yourself in shock. He was planning on fucking you again?

Once he was satisfied with the temperature of the water, he turned around to look at you, still pouting on the toilet. “I can’t pee with you in the room. I just think of you fucking me and my pussy gets tight all over again,” you pouted while looking up at him. He gave you a big laugh at that. You tried to hide your smile as you hid your face in your hands, trying to think about anything other than the man you just fucked. Eventually, it worked.

You stepped in the shower before Touya did, taking a longer time to get your hair fully wet. You heard him step in behind you and felt his arms around your bare waist, his face buried in your neck just where he liked it.

“You’re blocking the hot water, I’m cold!” You complained, turning around to face him. He could only look down at your discolored hardened nipples, licking his lips at what he saw. You rolled your eyes before pushing him aside to get under the water. You reached for his conditioner before he stopped you.

“You’re not gonna let me put your conditioner in? It’s the least I could do after railing you like that,” he said before grabbing the bottle and squeezing a lot more conditioner than he usually used on his hands. “Fine…” you said meekly, not fully trusting him with your hair type. You were surprised to find he was very gentle, coating every chunk of hair with an even amount before moving on to another. He ran his fingers through the strands, lightly combing out any big knots. You relaxed into his hands enjoying the soothing warm water on your chest while you got the chance. After he applied the conditioner he switched spots with you to put in conditioner of his own and wash his hands off.

“Before body wash… let’s see how dirty this little hole is,” he growled before trailing his hands down your stomach and arriving at your slippery folds. He slowly inserted two fingers, curling them upward to gather any cum he left deep inside you. He brought out his fingers and told you to look. There were clear and white streaks of gloss completely covering his fingers, linking the two together. You felt your face get hot with embarrassment.

“Heh, I got really deep inside of you, huh?” He smirked down at you. You just ignored him, grabbing the body wash and putting it on his loofa before cleaning yourself. You didn’t get very far before he stole it.

“C’mon, you get to wash your pretty body every day, why not give me a turn?” He joked as he started rubbing your chest with soap. Once he was satisfied with your front, he turned you around. Before cleaning your back, he slowly peeled the tattoo bandage off and ran it under the water to wash away any excess ink.

“I don’t mean to brag, but I gave you a pretty sick tattoo. Next time I’m definitely gonna have to do backshots,” he smiled while brushing his fingers gently over the ink to wipe away any dead skin accumulated through the day. “Hey, I was the one that designed it!” You bickered, failing to hide the smile in your voice. He chuckled before finishing up with washing your body.

Touya got out of the shower first, drying himself off a little with a towel before wrapping it around his waist and grabbing a towel to wrap you in. He held the towel out with open arms and you stepped into it, getting embraced by the warmth of the towel and his body. You giggled in your towel burrito before looking up at him through the hole at the top. You could almost see the hearts in his eyes. He gave you a peck on the lips before he put out a pair of his boxers for you (your panties were soaked and ruined for the night) and a band T-shirt. You quickly changed before snuggling under his comforter for warmth. Soon after you felt Touya join you, pulling you close against his bare chest and holding your head in his arms.

“I think I’m the luckiest person on Earth,” Touya whispered to no one in particular.

“I could say the same,” you replied.

[yuyusshinelight]

Dad thoughts feat ATEEZ: First Word

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️

♪ This post is about how I think they would be as parents; just that, some thoughts. This does NOT represent any of Ateez's members in any way.

♪ English is not my first language so sorry if there's any mistake.

Vocabulary just in case someone doesn't know:

Y/S/N — your son's name

Y/D/N — your daughter's name

Jagi — sweetheart, darling, etc...

Note: Hi my shining stars! First of all, happy new year! How has been your beginning of the year? I hope you all are fine🩷✨. Mine has been so-so, I'm sick but I'm getting better now. So, taking advantage of being better today, I'm here to bring you a new scenario for our boys being dads cause I know how much you like those parenting headcanons. I hope not, but if there are any errors or something that is poorly structured, please let me know. I hope you like it and enjoy your reading. Love you all, my shining stars!!!

SEONGHWA

✰ Obviously his little star's first word was 'Daddy'. Seonghwa had spent all her short life repeating it every time he could for her to learn it before any other thing. The poor idol came back home after a hard day at work, wanting more than ever in his married life to lie on the couch with you on one side and your little star resting in his chest. What a beautiful surprise his baby gave him when she appeared crawling towards him to welcome him while mumbling what Seonghwa could perfectly understand as "Daddy". According to what you told him, your little girl had spent the whole afternoon calling him, which made Seonghwa die of love for your daughter but at the same time sad that he had missed her very first word. Good thing you had recorded it.

HONGJOONG

✰ His son's first word was so comical but so inappropriate for a kid of his age. It happened one night in which Hongjoong was in charge of bathing your kid. The so excited baby was splashing all over the place, laughing at how awesome those waves of foam were and making his father laugh too for how cute the scene was. Everything was fun and laughs from both father and son until some foam reached one of Hongjoong's eyes. The male was not aware of that swear word he let out unconsciously until he heard his baby say "Fuck". Good luck you didn't hear it because Hongjoong was more than sure that you would have been angry with him for that.

YUNHO

✰ The first word of Yunho's first son was 'Spiderman', followed almost immediately by 'Daddy'. It was one of Yunho's free days so he obviously decided to spend it entirely with his family. He played with your baby in your bed for an hour, you all went for a walk in the park, he did household chores while you spent time playing with your kid and his didactic toys... Yunho even ended up taking a nap with your baby. And now, while you were giving your kid his bath, Yunho was playing a bit with his PlayStation. A little moment for himself that ended up being shared with your son while you went to prepare dinner because Yunho liked to have his baby near even if he was playing. And then, it happened. The moment Yunho accommodated your son in his lap, the baby pointed at the TV saying "Spidman". That made Yunho look at him with wide eyes, calling you to come quickly as soon as your son said again "Daddy, Spidman".

✰ And, even though he spent months teaching his daughter how to say 'Daddy' because he wanted to be her first word, Yunho was more than excited with the fact that his daughter's first word was 'Brother'. It was one of the cutest things Yuhno had ever heard in his life. His baby called her brother right after she heard the front door. She hadn't even seen him but she already knew that her big brother was the one coming home. He even cried when his daughter hugged his son to welcome him with the widest smile and cutest giggle he had ever seen from her.

YEOSANG

✰ His daughter's first word was 'Chicken'. Surprising to both parents, who couldn't stop laughing for how cute sounded the word in your daughter's voice, but being strangely expected after hearing Yeosang repeat several times to your daughter, "We are eating fried chicken today. Mommy is making delicious fried chicken". It was a special date for Yeosang and you and you wanted to gift him with a meal you knew he would love: Korean fried chicken. What neither of you expected was that your special day would be even more special because it would be the day in which your daughter would say her very first word. It discouraged you both a little bit because you wanted his first word to be something like 'Daddy' or 'Mommy' but you're not complaining either, it was very funny.

SAN

✰ Every time he remembers, the idol can't hold back the tears. He has the moment tattooed in his memory to relive it exactly as it happened whenever he wants. But how not to do it if his first daughter's first words were 'Love you'? San was playing with his daughter to tickle her on your bed when you appeared and gave each one of them a quick kiss. Just after you said 'I love you' your baby repeated you, making both San and you look at each other and almost cry of happiness before kissing your daughter a thousand times more.

✰ With his second daughter was equal as cute as with his first one but so funny too. As every night since your daughter got her own big-girl room, San was with your eldest daughter, telling her a bed story and giving her all the kisses and hugs she asked for before finally tuck her tightly so that his little kitten would not get cold while you were rocking the baby to put her to sleep. Just when he was sure his daughter was sleeping, San turned the little purple bed-side light on and exited his daughter's room, going to his second child's room now to give her a goodnight kiss. What a funny surprise she gave him when as soon as he peeked through the door, the baby blurted out that sleepy 'Sannie'.

✰ And, as it could not be otherwise, his third son's first words were so cute too. Yes, in plural. His eldest daughter was playing peekaboo with her young brother while the second child was sleeping on the couch in your arms. Both San and you were looking at the cute scene with wide smiles when your son threw his head back to look at his father. San, who was smiling even wider, said "What happens, baby? What does big sister do?" Then your son laughed with his hand on his mouth but, even with his tiny fist playing with his lower lip, you two heard that clearly 'Big sister' from the baby.

MINGI

✰ The Song twins had the same first word. Indeed, they said it almost at the same time, first his daughter and then his son. Mingi will always remember that day. He had come back home later from the studio last night so when he arrived home your kids were already sleeping. He couldn't hug and kiss his babies as he wanted because he didn't want to wake them up, obviously, so, after a soft kiss in their tiny heads, the sad dad went to sleep. The beautiful moment happened the next morning, when he woke up and went to pick up his children to give them their breakfast. His daughter let out that tiny 'Daddy' that his son repeated seconds before, not giving Mingi even a second to process what was happening before they started to repeat it more and more times.

WOOYOUNG

✰ His first son's said 'Jagi' as first word. Always hearing his parents say it to each other, it was more than obvious that the baby would learn it sooner or later. The story is that Wooyoung was doing his best to entertain your kid while you were taking a bath. Your baby was at that stage in which every child developed that strong need to be with their mother or father and your son only wanted to be with you. Fortunately, your son didn't burst into tears like many other times, so you could take a quiet but short shower because you didn't want to push your luck farther. If you had known... The moment your son saw you he went from laughing with his father to crying because he wanted to be with mommy. You couldn't do anything else than to go to hold him in your arms obviously "Come with mommy" and as soon as you took your kid in your arms he called you 'Jagi', leaving both Wooyoung and you speechless.

✰ His second one's first word was 'Mommy'. You were preparing breakfast while Wooyoung was playing with your still sleepy children in your bed. It's not like he didn't want to help you, it was more like his little babies had him captive between the comfortable and warm sheets of your bed, giving him a lot of good morning kisses to which Wooyoung could do nothing but give them their corresponding kisses. But then your eldest son tried to get out of the bed on his own, that was the perfect signal to get up so, holding his second child in one arm and giving the first one his free hand, Wooyoung went to the kitchen with both kids. That was when your youngest son called you, making you turn to look at them with wide eyes and a big bright smile on your face.

JONGHO

✰ The first word of Jongho's little bear was 'Mommy'. He was alone at home with your child, a boy's day as Jongho told you. And by the moment their boy's day had been fairly uneventful. The child had eaten well, he took a nap without problems, they had been playing a lot... Until now. It was your son's bath time but the child did not want to take a bath. Or rather, he didn't want daddy to bathe him. According to your theories, it was because you played with him while bathing him and Jongho bathed and got him out quickly. In other words, you were calling him boring. Good thing he had already caught his son after running after him all over the living room. What a surprise Jongho got the moment he heard that little "Mommy" from his son as he was taking him to bathe "Your mother will not like having missed your first word, buddy".

[serinaviolet]

Warm Heartbeat

Pairing: Zayne x Fem!Reader

Summary: Based on Zayne’s level 125 audio: “Warm Heartbeat” with a few elements of his "Silent Poem" audio because why not! At your surprise visit to Akso Hospital, you find out that your dear boyfriend Zayne is struggling with Evol backlash. Can you help your beloved before the power consumes him? And how will you help him warm up after?

Wordcount: 3.8k

A/N: This post is mostly dedicated to @aeyumicore and @tahbhie . Thank you both for inspiring me to write and post fanfictions again after such a long time <3

Warnings: mdni!, 18+, smut, slight angst, Fem!Reader, PinV, fingering, oral – fem! receiving, office sex, creampie, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), mention of scars, not proof read, english is not my first language (Let me know if I missed something)

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It was a normal evening in Linkon City. The day passed without much trouble while on patrol out with Xavier, no Wanderers or anything else out of the ordinary. Today was gonna be a calm and eventless day..or so you thought.

You knew that your boyfriend Zayne had one more surgery to perform this evening before the end of his shift, that’s why you decided to wait in his office so you two can enjoy the ride home together. You greeted Yvonne at the front desk of Akso hospital, a nurse which already knew you from your frequent visits, and headed straight to Zayne’s office. You find your way through the sterile hospital hallway by heart and instantly fell onto the cozy gray couch upon arriving in his workspace. It only took about 15 minutes before Zayne entered his office with quick steps, much more rushed than usual. As soon as he saw you, a panicked look flashed across his face, which morphed quickly into his stoic mask again.

“what are you doing here?”. His cold and somewhat breathless voice made you furrow your brows with concern. “Is everything ok? I came to pick you up, so we can go home together”. You rise from your seat and walk a bit closer to his slender, panting form by the door. “Don’t worry I’m fine. The surgery ended a few minutes ago, so I’m a little tired”. A pained little groan leaves his lips as his his eyebrows scrunch together. Now you’re really worried. Your hand reaches out to his shaky ones. “Zayne, are you…”. “If there’s nothing else…” he interrupts you, pressing the words through his thin lips hurriedly “...you should go home first Y/N”. He takes a few deep breathes, as if trying to hide the obvious pain he is in. ‘Something can’t be right’.

You slowly approach him while looking for any kind of injury on his perfectly sculptured body. “Why are you standing so close?” He hold his breath as you scan his face. His hazel green eyes looking back at you with a slight tremor while your brows furrow even more, tho you see nothing out of the ordinary. As you slowly place your hand on his cheek, the breath he was holding, finally escapes his lips. “Are you looking for something? I’m not hiding any candy from you” He teases and leans down. A small shiver runs along your spine as his whispered words hit your ear. A few small faltering breathes escape him while your hand moves down to his sensitive neck. His adams apple bopping slowly as your fingertips trace along his pale skin. “You are acting so weird today Zayne. I’m not looking for…” your eyes widen just as you see a thin layer of frost, creeping up on the side of his neck under his black high collar. Your eyes shoot up to his, only to see his gaze falling guiltily to the side whilst another pained moan escapes his throat. “You caught me”. You look up at him in utter disbelief as tears fill your vision and fear laces in your voice. “Zayne… Honey, why didn’t you say anything! Your neck is completely frozen!” Your scared eyes meet his agony filled ones. If it’s the pain from the ice swimming in them or seeing your trembling form caused by his distress, you can’t tell. “I knew you’d be worried”. He sighs as his still averted gaze fills with sadness. “You appear to be in more pain than I am”. His voice wavers while he takes a deep and much needed breath. “It’s just how it is with Evol backlash. It’s not as serious as you think it is. The ice will melt on it’s own”.

Your fingertips lightly graze over the in snowflakes covered skin, his thumb brushing away any stray tears, that you didn’t even notice escape your watering eyes. “Are you still concerned?”. You nod slowly, not daring to speak, as you feel like a frog got stuck in your throat. “Come here…”. He slowly takes off his white doctors coat and opens the first few buttons of his dark shirt, before carefully guiding your smaller hand to his frost covered collarbones. Now without the fabric in the way, you can clearly see how the ice has spread from his right shoulder, all the way up till shortly under his right ear. The snow slowly melting into small drops under your warm fingertips, rolling down over the smooth apex of his chest before disappearing into the soft cotton of his shirt. “It’s only a little bit of frost. It will be gone soon. I just have to bear with it”. You know that this is not the first time this happened, and you know that he is trying to convince you that he’s fine. But his staggered breath and trembling lips say otherwise. “Let’s sit down on the sofa”. You quickly nod and guide him to the cozy cushions. “You know you can rely on me Zayne! I can help you, so please tell me what I can do to make you feel better.” As you sit down next to him, his head falls back against the smooth wall behind him. A few shaky breathes escape his parted lips as his eyes flutter close, his long, black lashes kissing his cheeks.

“I don’t need you to do anything Y/N…”. His shaking hand interlacing with yours. “Just stay here with me”. Your thumb caressing over his white knuckles, while your worried eyes are still glued to the snow covered marble like structure of his neck. He feels your gaze on him and your fear rolling off of you and hitting him like waves, swallowing him deeper in this tense ocean of ice and missing control. “You can talk to me like you always do. It will divert my attention elsewhere”. You tell him about your day and how boring today's patrol was. His eyes remain closed, as if to completely focus all his senses on you and the sound of your voice, whilst the ice starts to move and spreads towards his chest. “T-the ice! It’s getting to your heart!” Panic replaces the calmness that filled your voice before, worriedly grabbing Zayne’s hand. “You’re mistaken”. He groans in pain, the air leaving his lungs getting shorter by the minute. “It hasn’t gotten worse. I know the ins and outs of my condition”. “But we have to-….” “We don’t need to do anything”. He interrupts you, trying to steady his breath with the fresh pain mixing in. Stubborn and stupidly in love as you are, you lay your palm on the now blue shimmering skin of his chest. Your fingers are submerged in stinging cold as soon as they touch the affected area, the feeling equal to falling into the snow without gloves on. “Don’t touch!” Panicked he tries to remove your hand from his ice like body, but to no avail. Your warmth sends a shiver down his spine and his glassy eyes meet your now determent ones while his breathing slowly calms down again.

“Do you want to treat me?” he asked as your soft touch wanders over the frosty goosebumps, lingering under your fingertips while the heat of your body slowly melts away his pain. “Of course. Even a doctor needs help sometimes.” Your soft gaze meets his stubborn one. “I don’t need it.” and you would’ve believed it, if it wasn’t for his shaky breath and the cracked skin appearing under the ice on his hands, which will eventually add to the already scars littered forearms of his. Your hand carefully holds his as you start treating the new wounds, soft breaths tickling your ear while he rests his head on your shoulder. “Don’t you feel cold holding my hand?” His voice cracks under the again spreading cold. “If you don’t let go...we’ll both freeze”. Truth is, you were cold. Extremely cold. But you knew that Zayne had to endure this torture way more often then any normal being could. And if you, freezing your fingers off, would help to make his pain even just a little bit less, then you would do it a hundred times over and over again. “I won’t let you suffer alone Zayne. Not now, not ever again.” He could see your pain but also that fire in your eyes, that he could never defeat. “Try using your Evol...to resonate with me.”

He’s right, maybe you could calm his powers with yours. You grasp his hand and rest your forehead against his. If it weren’t for these freezing temperatures, you would blush because the intimate closeness that you both share at that moment. You focus in your mind to find one wave, that feels...out of control. Your closed eyes look around for a spark, a light, anything that feels like the frozen beauty of Zayne’s Evol, and only after a few short moments, you notice something strong, panicked and even a bit lost. Zayne stayed quiet the whole time, fighting with his body and mind. But as soon as you linked with his, he let out a staggered breath and you loose your focus. “Are you ok?! Did that hurt?” you look up at him like a scared puppy. He takes a deep breath and looks into your again worried eyes. “It doesn’t hurt”. He takes a short moment before saying, probably mostly to himself, as if to convince not only you but also himself “I’m not that weak”. Not wanting to see him so full of pain anymore, you concentrate on his resonance once again and as soon as you linked, his hand clutches yours as if his life depends on it...-which it kinda does at the moment. The seconds turn into minutes, his breathing calming until it settles down completely and the crystals on his body vanish while you feel the freezing waves crash over to you like a storm. Your body shivers as you disconnect the link between you two.

“Are you cold?”. Is the first thing he asks while still holding your hands, your fingertips coated by a slight frosty white sheen. “J-just a bit but what about you? A-are you ok now?” you let your almost numb thumb stroke over his now slightly damp knuckles, looking up to see his thin lips graced with one of his heart melting smiles. “Yes, I feel better now”. You smile back as you try to stand, but fall almost instantly back into the couch. “I-I think I might be a b-bit colder than I thought”. You stammer slightly as strong arms pull you into the side of your handsome doctor. “Take your time. There is no rush” he whispers. With a slightly tremble, he let’s out a relieved sign, as the last remains of the frost drip slowly over his damp skin. “The ice melted…” he looks deeply into your eyes, cradling one side of your face with his big hand. “You are truly remarkable”. His other hand still grasping yours. “Your hand is very cold...Is it frozen?”. His delicate, slender fingers massage your fingertips and palm to circulate the blood-flow, the color slowly returning to them. “Please don’t hide something like this from me Zayne. I was scared I’d loose you... even tho I can help you, you decided to be a hardheaded idiot…”. You pout and look away, only for him to turn your face back to trap you in his hazel eyes. “All right. There won’t be a next time”. He rests his forehead against yours and shuts his eyes. “I won’t hide it from you and make you worry”. You nod softly and place your free hand tenderly on his slightly cool, wet chest right below his collarbone.

Fascinated by how soft it feels even after this intense shock-frosting just mere moments ago, you let your fingers trace up and down between his pecs, only for him to catch said hand with his own. “There isn’t any ice on me” he pants slightly while his gaze seems to get darker with every soft touch your skin shares with his. Eyes clouded, he whispers in a low murmur: “Are you looking for something else on my body?”. Flustered you look down, while trying to stammer out an excuse. “Y-your… Your heart! I-I was looking for your heart to...uhm...to check if it’s beating?” you chuckled awkwardly, looking anywhere but Zayne. He shakes his head with slight amusement in his eyes. “My heart…”, he moves your hand right above it’s location, “...is over here”. You can feel the muscle pumping under your touch and his usually calm heartbeat is raised to a quick pounding. “As a person’s body temperature decreases, their heart rate increases” he explains matter-of-factly. “It’s so fast… are you still cold?” You feel the speed increasing once more. “Yes, my heart is beating more quickly compared to before. But it’s not because of the cold.” He leans down, a soft kiss placed against your cheek, then your lips. A slight smirk spreads across his face, his hand stroking slowly up your thigh and settling on your waist. “It also lets you check a person’s pulse.” He strokes along your side, his grip firm on you as he pulls you onto his lap, his eyes filled with emotions. Nervousness, relieve, lust and most importantly, love.

“Could you sit here for me?” His voice nothing more than a whisper as he slowly trails his hand under your fluffy shirt, long fingers sprawling across your lower back and stroking soothing circles into the skin. “Let me warm myself” You smile softly at his tender and loving touch, settling into his arms and cuddling closer to your lover. “You said that you could check a person’s pulse. How would you do that?” You whisper into his ear as you lean more against his tall frame, chests pressing against each other and your soft curves molding into his. A choked whimper leaves Zayne parted lips, his head nuzzling into your neck with a soft sigh, placing fluttering kisses against the side before sucking a small lovemark into your creamy skin. “This is the common carotid artery” his kisses moving down towards your collarbone, his honeyed words sending shivery goosebumps across your frame, your heart about to beat out of your chest. One of his hands finds it’s way away from your back, stroking gently over the trail of kisses he just left, stopping at the hickey and pressing softly against it. “Your heart is also beating quickly. Is it because of what happened earlier? Or because of this?” His fingers caressing the nape of your neck, his lips ghosting over your throat, inhaling the soft scent of your bodywash and your own. A soft whimper escapes your plush lips, quivering form the tension that burns hotter with each second. A low chuckle echos through his office and your head snaps up with a light frown. “Don’t laugh! It’s cold in here…”. “It’s cold?” he grins down at you twitching in his lap, strong muscles pressing you against his lean frame. “You should hug me more tightly then” His hands snake under your top again, dancing along your curves and waist, always teasing along the edge of your bra. Your hands trailing over his strong muscles, carefully wandering across his half-covered torso while slowly opening the buttons to reveal more. His voice now nothing more than a breathless whisper, begging to feel more of your sweet warmth. “Its still not enough. Tighter”

His hands grab your hips, pressing you against his crotch while softly grinding against your rapidly warming core. His mouth moving against yours in a tender kiss, trailing his way down again towards your cleavage, his hard member rocking against your clothed center with a delicious friction. His green orbs studying your reactions as the need for each other swims into a drunken haze. “Does this make you feel warmer?” Truth be told, you were burning with desire. Desire to love, to feel and to be felt by him. A bright burning flame, consuming your body and mind in a desperate lust filled state. But he can’t know that, not after he hid something so dangerous from you and made you fear for his life. “I don’t feel a thing Dr. Zayne… it’s still sooo cold.” You sang with a slight whine, making Zayne flash a slight, sly smirk on his soft lips. “you don’t feel anything…” His scarred hands rolling your hips harshly against his, you shake your head as a soft no, teasing him further while biting your bottom lip. “Its not enough for you?” His smirk getting wider, his tone filled with amusement.

Gold speckled eyes turning hungry, quickly flipping you both and pressing your smaller form into the couch underneath him. Open mouthed kisses shifting lower and lower, his tender finger clutching the hem of your shirt, pulling and bunching it up to reveal the lace covered mounds his awaiting lips so desperately desired. A path of nips, bites, marks and wet kisses lead the way to his true destination, his gaze locking with yours as his head slowly descends along your heated body. Stopping right above the waistband of your skirt, his knees settling on the floor as his hand grasps the back of your leg, placing it on his shoulder to continue his kisses along the inside of your thigh. Soft inhales and breathy sighs caressing the smooth plain of your leg. “Then what about this?” His eyes closing in bliss as his head nears the now soaking wetness of your panties. Low grumbling and wet kisses, accompanied by your soft noises, echo through the usually quiet room. Inhaling deeply as his nose touches your still clothed center, a chocked, deep gasp escaping him as the fragrance clouds his senses, sending an electrifying bolt down your spine and straight to your arching hole. “why are you trembling?” His teeth finding the elastic band of your lacy thong, pulling it down your legs till they dangle from your still lifted ankle, his watchful eyes never leaving yours in the process. “Z-Zayne, what if someone walks in?” His lips trailing back to your now dripping heat, his slender fingers softly spreading the pink lips, his breath shaky as his hooded lids glance at the drop of pleasure rolling along the twitching slit. “It’s alright. The door is locked...no one will walk in on us.” roughened thumb catching the clear bead, tongue savoring the taste off his fingertip. A small gasp escaping your kiss swollen mouth, cheeks tinted in an adorable shade of red. “I-I thought you wanted to warm me up Dr. Zayne” your hand stroking softly through the black strands of his hair. “We can do other things to raise our body temperature.” His breathless, needy mouth lowering to your lower lips, licking and sucking on the little bundle of nerves like a man starved. Your head thrown back in pleasure, back arching off the couch as his skilled tongue delves into your cunt, fucking the muscle into you like it’s all he ever did his whole entire life. Your grip on his scalp tightening, soft moans reaching his ears, making him hum against your swelling clit like listening to the most beautiful tune.

A thin sheen of sweat building on your forehead, eyes rolling back as his lips and tongue focus on your little bundle, while two of his fingers slip inside your wet cunt, curling expertly against your g-spot. “Hmm don’t stop~ I’m gonna… Ahh Zayne I’m gonna cum~” His fingers pumping quicker into your clenching depths, driven by your moans, his pace increasing till you release into his awaiting palm. Your leg trembling on top of his broad shoulder as he rides out your orgasm, placing a soft kiss against your stomach. “Looks like I overheated you a bit. Maybe you can share some of that heat with me now.” As your still panting form lays on the soft pillows before him, he rises to his feet and frees his arching member from the tight prison of his jeans. His left hand lifting your other leg onto him as well, while his right one aligns his arching cock with your puffy entrance. The delicious stretch of his tip filling your system with a keen sense of longing, grinding your hips up to push his massive length deeper into you, which coaxes a few quiet whimpers out of him. “You feel so perfect around me darling, so needy for me to fill you” he leans down, his soft whispers teasingly against your ear as he rolls his hips in a fluid motion, burying himself to the hilt. Your mouth flies open in a silent scream, head thrown back as the head of his girthy dick touches your cervix. Soft pants, quiet whispers and love filled moans ring through the heart-surgeon’s office, underlined by the loud and wet slapping sounds as his thighs ram against your ass with every drag and thrust into your deepest parts. His brows furrowing, leaning down to place soft and tender kisses against your chest and neck while his hips rut wildly in contrast, like you’d disappear underneath him at any second. Legs still placed on top of his shoulders, your frame now folded in half, as his pace quickens with every hit to your sensitive spot. You claw into his back, searching for an anchor to ground you, while waves of pleasure shoot from your overly sensitive clit to your fucked out brain, preparing for the quickly approaching second release of today. “So deep~! Don’t stop please, I’m so close again!” His thrusts never faltering, green eyes almost swallowed by the blacks of his blown pupils. “Say my name princess. Say my name and cum for me” and that’s what did it for you. With a scream of his name on your lips, you crash into the waves of your pleasure, effectively pulling him with you as you tighten around him like a vice. A deep groan vibrating against your throat as milky warm ropes of cum fill you as he carries you both trough your shared orgasms, fierce grinding turns into shallow rolls of his hips till he stills completely inside of you.

Soft giggles a low whispers fill the room as you both lay there, sweaty but satisfied, still intertwined in the most intimate way possible. His hand reaching for yours, lips grazing the ring claded finger with the softest touch, symbolizing the promise made to each other a while ago. “Thank you… for caring for me. I know I’m difficult from time to time but… you’re always here for me and I really appreciate that my love.” His gaze meeting yours as a soft smile spreads across your face. “Always my dear. In this life and every other that follows, I’ll always be by your side” you kiss him softly, missing the short pain of past forgotten lives flashing across his eyes. But you were right, you will be by his side. Forever.

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Finally wrote my first fanfiction again after 6 years and my first ever LaDs FF none the less! I hope you all enjoyed it and if you did, I would appreciate a like, follow or nice comment^^ thank you all for reading till the end and till next time <3

-SerinaViolet

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[astaroth1357]

A Brutally Honest Description of How Each Brother SHOULD Text Each Other

Lucifer

That bitch who corrects your grammar and typos.

"Is it 'who' or 'whom,' MC? You can do better."

Always formal, full sentences, good punctuation, with little typos.

Only changes when he's solo texting Diavolo where suddenly they're sending each other text spam and multiple emojis like gossiping schoolgirls.

Mammon

I swear, his texts should be basically unreadable. Not because he can't write, but because he never reads over for mistakes before hitting send.

Typos, misspellings, missing words, the whole works. Sending messages through only emojis would arguably be more coherent.

Very big fan of voice chat because his brothers make fun of his illegible texts.

Only person who can reliably decipher whatever he says and never gets on his case about it is, surprisely, Lucifer. But he's had to read it for so many years that he barely even notices the flaws anymore. His mind fills in the gaps.

Levi

VERY BIG FAN OF ALL CAPS but to express excitement.

Could write you a novel but will send you an internet link to what he's talking about instead.

Sends random sentence fragments when too excited because his thumbs get away from him and he'll accidently hit "Send" twelve times in a row.

Texts exactly how he speaks. Included his many Levia-isms which are just keyboard smashes or random ass onomatopoeia like "bluforgal"

Satan

ANOTHER BIG FAN OF ALL CAPS because to express ANGER.

Can write you a novel. Will write you a novel. And will squeeze it all into one or two texts max.

Run-on sentences galore. Man has never met a comma he doesn't immediately take in like a starving Victorian orphan.

Likes taking aesthetic pictures of his books, coffee, rain, and cats. Mostly cats. You would think he has to immediately report each one he sees to MC like an endangered species.

Asmo

The living god of emojis. He has ones downloaded that you've never even imagined before. Incredibly hyper-specific ones like "man bent over stop sign puking on ground."

The kind of person who will ALWAYS answer the questions "How are you" or "Where are you" with an immediate selfie. Even in the tub.

Comes up with brilliant hot-takes while drunk and spams them at you at 3 in the morning.

While send selfies and aesthetic pics to you first for approval before posting them to Devilgram. He expects detailed critique on image quality, filter usage, pose, composition, lighting-

Beel

I feel like Beel just matches whatever energy you give him, sometimes for no reason.

If you text him: WHAT IS THE GROCERY LIST THIS WEEK? You'll get back:

EGGS.

CHEESE.

TOMATO.

The only big difference is Belphie because those two can send each other messages that are just "Uh-huh." "No." "No way!" for an hour and come away with a complete conversation.

Belphie

Abbreviation king. If he can skip out on writing out the whole word, he'll do it by any means necessary.

Sometimes he doesn't even bother finishing people's names and uses initials like he speaks in code.

"M wnt 2 🛒 store"

"Wtch out, Lu is 😡"

Falls asleep texting often so messages can be perfectly fine one minute, then turn into a garble of letters the next.

Voice chats his dreams to MC like an audio-diary. Since he naps often, they may get 5 to 10 of these rambily messes sent to them a day.

[hangup119]

FEELS LIKE A THRILLER! ᯓᡣ𐭩

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MAYBE ANTON WAS RIGHT. Maybe being with Seunghan wasn’t good for you, because your heart feels like it’s three seconds away from exploding after that stunt he just pulled over text. That’s not normal, right? What if he really does come from a long line of shamans dating back to the Song Dynasty, and he’s cast a curse on you to be hopelessly and utterly drawn to him all these years. That sounds both reasonable and unreasonable!

“Stop looking at me like that,” Seunghan says, snapping you out of your reverie. 

“Like what?” you ask, blinking in confusion. 

“Like you think I’ve cursed you or something.” 

You tense up, looking at him with an alarmed expression. He laughs at this, throwing his head back over his chair before you cautiously say, “...You’re actually a shaman, aren’t you?” 

“No, I’m not, I promise,” he responds with that same, charming smile of his before taking a sip of his drink. “I’m just playing with you.” 

You relax just a little bit, before your expression morphs back to that somber look which has been the cause of Seunghan’s initial concerns. You seemed perfectly fine when he met up with you in the cafe for your little study date, but after getting settled in with your drinks and being halfway through his research paper, he couldn’t help but notice the sudden tenseness of your shoulders while you stared at your phone. Perhaps it’s none of his business, or perhaps you had just seen a particularly depressing post while scrolling through social media or something inconsequential like that, but Seunghan can’t deny the worry that immediately washes over him at the smallest furrow of your eyebrows. 

Here’s the thing: Seunghan always had the innate skill to easily read people—an ability he often prides himself in—but who knew that he’d be this conscious over your feelings? Your well-being? It hasn’t even been a long time since you’ve started “seeing” each other, too, and yet here he is, perfectly attuned to the worries in your mind, whatever they could even be about. (He does have inkling as to what it could be, though.)

And he knows you two aren’t official yet—that you’re not an actual “thing” right at this second, but Seunghan just can’t help but want to quickly erase the doubts in your mind. To ease the frown on your face, to be able to see you smile again. 

“...I got into a fight with Anton a few days ago,” you begin, slowly, gauging Seunghan’s reaction to your announcement. “Sunoo’s also mad at us for fighting in the groupchat, but I had to say what I had to say since he wouldn’t reply to my DMs. Which… kinda sounds stupid now, to be honest.” 

“Oh,” is the only thing Seunghan could muster up. Looks like he was right, then. “...What’d you guys even fight about?” 

You immediately deflate. 

“You don’t have to tell me,” he quickly adds. 

“No, I, ugh,” you groan, slouching on your chair before straightening up again. “It’s just—I guess you could say we fought about… you?”

Seunghan almost chokes on his drink. “What.”

After taking the napkin you kindly gave him, he gathered his wits to finally reply, but he could only say “oh” like the inarticulate fool he was currently being.

“Please say something else,” you plead, “ this  is actually embarrassing, you know?” 

“No, yeah, I get that—” he reasons, looking back at you with judgment-free eyes. “But… Why me? Did I do something wrong? I don’t want to be the reason you guys aren’t friends anymore, although I’m sure Anton will eventually come around regardless of a fight. Just give it a couple more days, maybe?”

“Yeah,” you concur, although dejectedly. “He’s my best friend… I don’t want to lose him over a silly fight.” 

“Are you calling me silly?” Seunghan blandly asks. 

You snort. “Not like that, obviously.” 

Seunghan unknowingly smiles at the sight of your grin, albeit small, but at least it’s something.

“So… why were you guys fighting about me?” he continues, watching for any shifts of your expression. “Actually, instead of just about me, is it about—us?” 

Your glare is almost scathing. “Mind reader.” 

“I’m not a mind-reader!”

“I don’t know,” you thankfully digress, suddenly looking anxious, “it’s kind of hard to explain why we fought…” 

“How come?” Seunghan tilts his head. 

Something gets stuck inside your throat the moment Seunghan looks back at you with that earnest expression of his. The kind to make you wanna spill out everything inside your mind, but at the same not because what’s in your mind should really only be reserved for yourself, just as how it has always been for the last four years or so. 

Who knew being face-to-face with him, in this context, in this exact moment, would suddenly reduce you to the same girl who could only pine for him from far away? 

He’s so close—just a table’s distance away from you, really—and yet he’s so far away. 

You tried not to let Anton’s messages get to you last night, but you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t lose sleep that night. How could you simply go to sleep when your best friend, the one who knew of your feelings since forever ago, basically told you that your feelings were shallow? How could you not stay awake after that? It made you angry, sure, but you were more sad of how lightly he talked of your feelings. There is nothing wrong in trying to move on from liking someone—and even if it never came to be that way, who did Anton think he was in the first place? How could he decide for you just like that? It’s not like it’s any of his goddamn business—

“Y/N?” 

“Oh, my God,” you squeak out, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” 

“Doing what?” Seunghan asks, looking too concerned for your well-being. That’s so cute. He’s so cute. 

No! Keep yourself together, Y/N! Now’s not the time! You can’t believe that you’re going to confess to him inside a cafe. You’ve completely disregarded your romantic scenarios from when you were in high school, and now you’re spilling out your true feelings in this situation? In this context? God, it’s like you’re just asking for the universe to strike you down with lightning at this point. 

But there’s no time to be dramatic now. Everything you’ve been asking for has culminated into this point—all the longing, the yearning, the embarrassing complaints to your friends in the groupchat about how you wished he would just look back at you for once—all of that doesn't matter in the face of today. No more thinking, no more doubting, the time is now. You can do this—what’s so hard about confessing to the guy you’ve liked for the past, almost four years anyway? 

(A lot, you soon realize.)

You lock gazes with the seemingly clueless Seunghan, determination bursting forth within your eyes. You’ve been seeing each other for a couple weeks now, and, sure, this isn’t exactly the most normal of all situations to be in with the guy you like, but it’s something entirely unique to your own. You’ve gotten to know Seunghan more personally this year than you ever did throughout high school, and you had a lot of classes with him during that time! You know how he acts during certain situations (like that time with Wonbin), you know his hobbies (nerd shit like collecting pokemons), and you know his struggles—at least the ones he willingly shares with you during your late night calls. And the same goes for him, too. There is absolutely nothing regular about your relationship with him at this point, and it’s time to accept that you’re not just friends anymore. Perhaps you never had been. 

You can do this. Nothing can stop you now—

But all it takes is for Seunghan to merely tilt his head to the side, flash you a sweet, yet confused smile, and your mouth immediately clamps shut. 

He quickly looks concerned. “Are you really oka—” 

“I’ve liked you since tenth grade,” you cut him off, your words flying out of your mouth so fast you didn’t even have a moment to think before they started flowing out like a broken dam. “I’ve liked you the whole time ever since we got partnered up for that project in history class, and I still liked you even when you had a girlfriend but I never told you because we weren’t even close and I obviously didn’t wanna make a move when you were already taken with someone who was obviously so much better than me in every metric of society. I always thought that I’d never have a chance with you, but then Anton set us up together and I started having second thoughts because this is all so completely unfamiliar to me and the fact that you guys just broke up like a couple months ago made me insecure.” 

“But then after that time when you joined me in Calculus I realized I still liked you, because you’re just that… that captivating to me and I realized we get along pretty well, or maybe I could just be imagining all that, I don’t know anymore. I’m, uh, actually so smitten with you it’s not even funny anymore, but—” you pull away your sleeve to check at your nonexistent watch, “—oh, would you look at the time! It’s almost time for my next class, haha. I’ll just go now before I embarrass myself in front of you any further. Um, see you later. Maybe never. Say hi to Sungchan for me.”

You quickly pack your things, avoiding Seunghan’s awestruck gaze, before you’re zooting straight out of the cafe without looking back.

Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool. It’s all cool. It’s not like you just basically spilled out your whole heart out in public or something, with people probably listening in on the dumpster fire otherwise known as Y/N, aka you, aka the idiot who decided that it was the perfect time to confess to her crush. Is this the karma you get for never having once moved on? For liking the same person all this time? Instead of going to class, all you want to do right now is cry. 

You make it half the block with your sanity intact before Seunghan starts chasing after you, having finally snapped out of his unnecessary stupor. 

“Wait, Y/N!”

A few heads turn, but otherwise pay no mind to the watered-down K-Drama moment about to commence in broad daylight. 

You don’t turn around, too busy repeating your humiliating speech inside your head like a broken record. What are you gonna do now? There’s no way you can face him again after saying all that! It’s so over, he definitely thinks you’re a total weirdo for liking him all this time. You even brought up his ex! Now he definitely thinks you’ve been plotting to get with him since the very beginning, and then he’ll call things off with you and you’ll be alone and miserable and—and—

A hand lands on your shoulder. You shriek. 

“Holy fuck!” Seunghan practically jumps away from you as if you’ve burnt him. “I did not expect you to scream like that… my bad.”

You gape at him. “S…Seunghan? Um, why are you…?” 

“I…” he starts, the pink on his cheeks almost being mistaken for blush when really he was just a little out of breath. You try not to get your hopes up, though it’s admittedly hard not to. 

Seunghan blinks owlishly. “Woah, this is hard.” 

Asshole. You shove him impatiently. “Just say it! I feel like I’m gonna die! God!” 

“Fine! I like you too!” Seunghan finally admits, landing both hands on your shoulder to steady you. Or himself. Blood might be rushing to his ears from all the excitement, and he doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or not. Probably both. Nothing matters anymore. 

You pause, staring up at him like he did at you earlier: awestruck and at a complete loss of words. He—what? 

“I want to be your boyfriend!” 

“Huh?”

“Who the hell do you think you are, man?” Seunghan continues, aggressively shaking you back and forth. “You were spilling out a whole congressional speech in front of me, and you didn’t even give me a second to respond to you! You think you’re the only one who has something to say? I’ve been waiting for the right moment to ask you out!” 

After a couple more shakes, he finally relents after realizing that you’re probably losing brain cells to fully comprehend his confession. Which seems like the perfect revenge after you left him hanging back at the cafe, but Seunghan realizes that he’d rather have you functioning properly now than letting time waste by any further. He hasn’t felt this exhilarated about a confession since, well, he was a sophomore in high school, but it was a feeling he nonetheless welcomed wholeheartedly.

“You… you were?” you ask, dumbly. “But I thought… I thought that you weren’t really into me…” 

He looks at you, incredulous. “Why not? Y/N, you’re amazing. You’re funny. I like talking to you, I like hanging out with you—heck, all I want is to keep listening to you talk about plants even though you clearly don’t do enough research on how to properly care for them because I think you’re cute!” 

“What?!” you exclaimed, offended. “You think I’m killing my plants?” 

“Um, I also think you’re cute, but yeah, focus on that I guess.” 

“I’m slowly killing my plants, and you didn’t even think to intervene?” you wailed, shrugging away from him. “I don’t think this relationship can work out…” 

Seunghan stares at you sternly. “Y/N, I’m being serious.” 

You gulp. “I—I am, too. I’m really serious!” 

He slowly takes your hand in his, and your breath hitches at the contact. This new side to him has you admittedly all flustered. Seunghan gingerly looks you in the eye, the previous dramatics in his tone completely erased when he repeats, “I want to be your boyfriend. Can I be your boyfriend, Y/N?” 

Sure, Seunghan might have been a little unsure at the start when he found out about his friends being fed up about him lamenting over the loss of his high school ex-girlfriend, and it was true that he felt iffy when he had that date with Shin Yuna at Kwangya Cafe set up by his meddlesome friends, but what Seunghan knows is that he has never been as sure as he is right now when it comes to you. Because you’re different from his ex-girlfriend, from Shin Yuna, or from any other girl out there in the world—and Seunghan is different now, too. 

And you know what? Fuck Taylor Swift’s “All Too Well (10 Minute Version)”, because he never cared about Princeton in the first place anyway. He was more of a Harvard guy, even though he’s currently attending SMU. 

You close your eyes. 

A couple seconds pass, before Seunghan awkwardly speaks up. “Um, what are you doing?”

You blink them open, looking at him confusedly. “What? I’m waiting for you to kiss me.” 

Seunghan stares at you blankly, before a smile breaks out on his face and then he throws his head back with a huge guffaw. You gawk at him indignantly, wandering what’s so funny about your actions—that was a perfectly normal response to his confession, wasn’t it? You’re technically dating now, right? What the—

“You silly,” Seunghan says, his shoulders mildly shaking. You pout at him, and he pats your head affectionately. “You have to say yes first. We’re not a couple in my eyes until you give me your verbal permission.” 

You roll your eyes. “You’re such a green flag. Yes, Hong Seunghan, you can be my boyfriend.” 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he says, his eyes twinkling. “Thank you for accepting me as your boyfriend. Now close your eyes.” 

Your heart skips, but you nonetheless oblige. Seunghan leans over, slowly capturing your lips in his. 

And suddenly everything feels right. It was just a soft, fleeting moment that didn't even last for more than a second, and maybe it was closer to a peck than a full-blown kiss, but you grab it and you take it with you anyway. It’s like freshly blown bubbles swimming in the air, a cloud-shaped cotton candy, or the feeling of catching a rare pokemon after looking around for so long—the feeling of having every problem in the past dissolve into nothing, but the lingering taste of sweet memories remain. 

It feels unbelievably just like Hong Seunghan. 

And maybe that’s all you ever needed. 

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SUMMARY. pining after hong seunghan has always felt like an unachievable reality; however, just a few months into your first year of college, it seems that the gods have finally listened to your prayers when news breaks out that your long-time crush is single once again.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. it took me hella blood sweat and tears to write this chapter but it’s finally here!!! one more WRITTEN chapter left and some extras and flat will be officially finished 🫶 thanks for sticking along with my first smau

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[januaryrabbit]

seventeen with a tall s/o who flusters them!! (๑>◡<๑)

pairing: svt x gn!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mild cursing because i can’t be normal

other disclaimers/notes: author teasing/poking fun at svt LOL, barely proof read because i am sleepy and its 2am

a/n: hi everyone, I'M FINALLY BACK WITH ANOTHER POST lmao~ hope you all enjoy and THANK YOU MY TALL 😈 ANON HANNIE STAN FOR REQUESTING!! <3 i have more things in the works that i want to post soon, some svt, ateez and nct dream~ pls stay tuned, but for now enjoy!!!

✩‧₊˚seungcheol: SULK!!!!!!!!!!y!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he will still try to protect you He Does Not Care. every time you get flirty with him he just starts pouting like “why are you treating me like this im a grown man…” kinda thing. he will literally try to reach things for you even though he can’t like he’s actively trying to beat you to the punch constantly LMAO!!!! he back hugs you a lot, and you just stand there awkwardly like “pls let me hug you, arent you uncomfortable with your face against my back???” and hes like “No im perfectly fine like this, i just want to give my s/o a hug thanks.” and hes like SO serious. it is actually is kinda uncomfy for his neck tho so after a while he gives in and lets you hug him LOL, but he;s not happy about it >___> (he is!)

✩‧₊˚jeonghan: this man lies for fun………..he messes with people like it’s his JOB…………so when his tall s/o flusters him he tries his BEST to just try to do it back. HOWEVER unbeknownst to you, jeonghan his having a fucking existential crisis over this in his mind. every time you tease him, it sends him into a spiral, questioning his entire god damn life. jeonghan literally lays down in bed one day after hanging out with you and he’s like “this feeling…………what is it……………………my face……..why is it WARM……………” he will literally google (in incognito mode. can’t have the bros seeing this after all) “what does it mean when you feel shy-embarrassed-butterflies in your stomach” because he this feeling is FOREIGN to him!!!!! once he realizes that this is what it means to be flustered he’s just like “oh my god. who have i BECOME!!!!!!!!!!!” and then his eyes widen. “am i the babygirl??????”

✩‧₊˚joshua: i feel like if it’s applicable to the situation, joshua is going to do everything in his power to try to repeat the gesture back to you to fluster you back. i swear to god joshua makes your relationship the Flustering Olympics. he will try to outdo you at any turn. one time you ruffled his hair and he was like You know what. and then he reached up to ruffle YOUR hair!!!! you kiss his cheek, he’ll reach back up to give you one too. he refuses to be the only one who’s constantly feeling shy and mushy - it’s gross and not fair. 

 ✩‧₊˚jun: he is STRUGGLING…..like. i feel like he’s oblivious to your teasing at first, like why are they always reaching to get stuff for me….what’s up with all the headpats??? do they think I’M ACTUALLY A CAT?????? i feel like jun would just straight up ask you that unprompted. like “y/n we need to talk, why do you keep petting me and pinching my cheeks, do you think im a real cat we need to get you checked out grandma.” and youre literally like WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT LIKE ACTUALLY, I JUST THINK YOU[RE CUTE AND SMALL………..anyway he gets real embarrassed after you say that and just accepts the babygirl title that has been thrust upon him

✩‧₊˚hoshi: he is the babygirl of seventeen so he is absolutely RELISHING in this. he will let you do whatever you want with him and he even plays into it too like tbh i think hoshi likes being taken care of even though hes part of hyung line and the performance leader :3 bro is giggling every time you lean down to pinch his cheeks or use his head as an arm rest lmao. this is his world and you’re just in it !!! always asks you to take pics of him when you;re out doing things together, and always gives you picture credit in his captions lol. is the type to drunk text you asking you to pick him up and drive him home from drinking with the boys, and is super clingy to you as you both say your goodbyes to everyone. yeah if you treat him as such, this guy will become a domestic baby girl for you LMFAO

✩‧₊˚wonwoo: quietly flustered at all times. this guy unironically does NOT know how to fcking react when you tease him like this….he’s seriously the type to be like “y/n stop this is seriously bad for my heart wtf” like one time you leaned down and kissed his cheek and he just froze. he was convinced that for a min he was Actually Not Breathing. he’s the type who’s always like ahhh why are they so cute… whenever you tease him…he’s literally so down bad for you!!! btw every time you ruffle his hair or make it known in some way that he’s smaller than you he will without fail crinkle his nose in embarrassment and shyness lol

✩‧₊˚woozi: angry cat vibes from this man. i have a feeling you two would have a tom/jerry type relationship where woozi WILL NOT tolerate you patting his head, bending down to his eye level, and ruffling his hair. he is a grown man. he might need your help to reach some groceries, but YOU’RE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT and HE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN IT OFF THE SHELF IF HE COULD. i feel like woozi may be one of the only members who would have to ask you to tone it down maybe and not tease him as much LOL. of course he appreciates you and likes affection, but i just think woozi would be like -___- i can take care of myself y/n -__- i can also take care of U y/n -___- let me take care of us -____-

✩‧₊˚minghao: a warmhearted man who just genuinely appreciates the gestures you display for him. sometimes will ask you to reach things for him first just because he knows you’ll do it and it just makes him feel cared for. doesn’t really get flustered per se, but i think he his heart would melt every time you show him any kind of affection :) i think he’s the type to appreciate his partner taking the initiative an equal amount in the relationship, so i think he’d be pretty happy w you doting on him a bit lol. he doesn;t realize your intention is to fluster him at all and you end up never telling him because the look of love he has when you pinch his cheeks is worth anything

✩‧₊˚dk: he’s literally svt #1 dude kisser like HE’S usually the one causing people to blush,,,,,......if someone behaved that way toward him, i think he would die because i don;t think dk 100% understands how easily he catches people off guard with his physical affection!!! so like when it happens to him he’s just like OH MY GOD IS THIS HOW WOOZI FELT WHEN I KISSED HIM………….i feel like if you bent down to kiss his cheek suddenly he would become quiet af and suddenly can’t look you in the eyes LMAO like YOU KILLED HIM!! HE’S DEAD!!! btw he reacts this way every single time 

✩‧₊˚mingyu: mingyu is puzzled. he wasn’t aware that these emotions were ones he would ever experience. he recalls seungkwan scolding him in the past for purposely doing things to fluster girls (i.e. flexing his muscles to people at the gym, flashing his smiles at baristas when theyre getting coffee, etc), and he never understood why seungkwan always told him to stop behaving like that until he started dating you. being constantly doted on like his was literally killing him…he;s never been on the receiving end of playful teasing like this before, and he;s literally so shy that he doesn’t know what to do with himself!!

✩‧₊˚seungkwan: he is crisis….he wakes up everyday looking in the mirror and is like “you will NOT get flustered today. you WILL be normal, and unphased, even if they kiss your forehead.” and everyday he fails himself. every time you hand him a mug from the top shelf, every time you slink an arm around him, every back hug you give him, he can’t help how warm his face gets - it’s actually kind of annoying how much of an affect you have him. one time he was thinking about the sudden cheek kiss you gave him before work while pouring himself a glass of water and it literally began to overflow. seungkwan remembers that day as a particular sickening reaction to your tomfoolery….

✩‧₊˚vernon: lmao i feel like the first time you like give vernon a headpat in his mind he’s just like “oh shit why am i getting nervous, i didn;t know i was into this lmao” dfjsdklfjsd. like every time you fluster him hes just pleasantly surprised and goes along with it because he kinda likes being the one taken care of. i’d say that he gets flustered most of the time you try to get a reaction out of him, but sometimes when his tolerance is particularly high, he’s able to flirt back to fluster you too. i think the longer you two have been together, the easier it is to throw back that behavior at you LOL. i feel like you both are always teasing each other and laughing all the time ~___~

✩‧₊˚dino: a BABY GIRL WHO WON’T ADMIT IT!!! bro talks a big talk to his friends about how he isn’t a kid anymore and how he’s a grown man now and yayayayayyayaya. but the moment you headpat him, he’s reduced to a blushy mess. i think if you reached down to boop his nose, he would literally Die on Impact. like. he really thinks he’s normal and the more dominant one in the relationship but lean down to make eye contact with him or rest your head on top of his and he will fucking pass away. after the initial resistance, i think hes someone else who would relish in being babygirl, but only in private!!!! there are things his hyungs do NOT need to know…………………..

[thicccshady]

Mom's Spaghetti...And Dad’s Nose👃

Eminem X Reader

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Content: Fluff, Cursing

Y/N sat on the couch, scrolling through TikTok filters. It was one of those lazy nights where Marshall was deep in his notebook, pencil scratching against paper as he worked on lyrics. He was locked in, his brow furrowed, lips occasionally moving as he mumbled lines under his breath.

She loved watching him like this—how his focus seemed unbreakable, like nothing else in the world existed except the words on that page. But, she also loved messing with him!

“Hey, Marshall,” she called, trying to keep her tone casual.

“Mhm?” he murmured, not looking up.

“Can I take a picture of you real quick?”

He sighed but waved a hand. “Fine. Just don’t make it a big ass production, alright?” He scribbled a few more words then sat his tools down.

Y/N smirked. “Of course not.”

She flipped to the new TikTok filter she’d found—one that made your nose comically oversized. She adjusted the angle, framing him perfectly as he sat there with his usual serious expression. Y/N thought a video might work better. So, she hit record. The filter did its magic, inflating his nose to cartoonish proportions. Y/N clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

“Y/N?” Marshall raised an eyebrow.

“Almost done,” she said, her voice shaking with suppressed giggles. She quickly stopped the video. Barely keep it together, she watched the clip of him with that ridiculous nose while he was none the wiser.

“Y/N, What’s so fuckin' funny?” he asked, his tone suspicious now.

“Nothing,” she said, snorting as she tried to hide her phone.

Marshall wasn’t buying it. He set down his pencil and gave her a look, finally breaking his concentration. “Let me see.”

“No way!” she said, scrambling to hold the phone out of his reach, but Marshall was faster. He grabbed the phone with one hand and put her in a playful headlock with the other arm. His brows furrowed as he took in the video, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything.

Then he blinked. “What the... fuckin'.. Fuck is this?”

Y/N couldn’t hold it in anymore. She burst into laughter, nearly falling off the couch. “It’s a filter! Look at your nose! Oh my God, you look so serious—like you’re about to drop the hottest diss track!”

Marshall stared at the phone again, his expression deadpan. Then, without warning, he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You’re a dick.”

“I had to! It was too good,” she said between laughs.

He sighed, handing her back the phone. “Just don’t post it anywhere, alright?”

“Of course not,” she promised, still grinning as she uploaded the photo to TikTok (Friends Only, of course.)

---

The next morning, Y/N woke up to her phone vibrating nonstop. She squinted at the screen, groaning at the bright light, only to see a flood of notifications. Her stomach dropped.

“No…” she whispered, sitting up in bed.

“Y/N!” Marshall’s voice echoed from the living room.

In her gut, she already knew what had happened. She hurried out to find him sitting on the couch, holding up his phone. His face was a mix of disbelief and reluctant amusement.

“Care to explain why the internet thinks my pointy ass nose is about to expode?” he asked, tilting the phone toward her.

Y/N peeked at the screen, cringing. The photo had gone viral. Someone had screenshotted it, and now memes were everywhere.

One had the caption: "The way you shake it, I can't believe it. I ain't ever seen a nose like that!" Another read: “Marshall Mathers has Big Honkin Nose Energy.” And, of course, #BigNoseShady was trending.

“Oh my God,” Y/N whispered, her face burning. “I—I only posted it to my friends! I didn’t mean for this to happen!”

Marshall rubbed his face, shaking his head. “Y/N, you can’t be this bad at technology.”

“fuck, I swear it was an accident!” she said, panicking. “I’ll delete it right now!”

He waved her off. “Don’t bother. The internet’s faster than you.”

Y/N sat down beside him, mortified. “I’m so sorry. I’ll fix it somehow.”

Marshall looked at her, and for a moment, she thought he was genuinely upset. But then, "Did I get you?" a grin broke across his face. “payback's a bitch isn’t it.” he said, laughing. “This might actually be the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Look at this one—” He showed her a meme where someone had photoshopped his filter-enhanced nose onto the 8 Mile movie poster. It read: “Mom’s spaghetti…and Dad’s nose.”

Despite herself, Y/N laughed. “Okay, that’s actually pretty good”

Marshall leaned back, scrolling through more memes. “Look at this—they put my nose on the Mount Rushmore presidents. I’m up there with fuckin' Lincoln now.”

Y/N relaxed, her embarrassment easing. “You’re not mad?”

He shook his head. “Nah. it’s giving me ideas.”

“For what?”

“Next album,” he said, smirking. “I’m naming it The Nose Knows.” He joked.

"oh god, please don't!" Y/N groaned, laughing as she buried her face in her hands. “I’m never living this down, am I?”

“Probably not,” he said, pulling her close.

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