#and while I can't find anything on it at the moment

[whatsverstappeningnow]

how f1 drivers react

when they notice you haven't been eating enough (requested)

drivers mentioned: MV33, LN4, OP81, AA23, CS55, CL16, LH44, GR63

-> tw: obviously references to ED behaviours and not eating, reader discretion is advised if this is a trigger for you!

max verstappen

You thought you were being careful. Smiling while he cooked. Saying you were full from lunch and moving the food around your plate just enough to make it seem like you’d eaten more than you had. You knew it was wrong, you should say something, but couldn't find the words.

You thought you were getting away with it.

Then one night, after a particularly long, stressful day, while the two of are getting ready for bed, Max quietly hands you one of his redbull hoodies. It feels like a peace offering. He's silent for a moment, like he too is struggling to the the right words.

“You’ve lost weight.”

You freeze with your arms halfway in the sleeves, eyes wide and aimed at the ground. “What?”

His tone is neutral, forcibly so, but his eyes aren’t. They’re serious. Studying your reaction.

“I can feel it when I hug you,” he says, blunt and truthful. “You’re smaller. You're tired all the time. You barely touched dinner. Not the for the first time, either”

You try to deflect. “I’m fine. It’s just stress...work’s been a lot—”

“I’m not judging,” he interrupts softly, hands on his hips. “But don’t lie to me. Not about this, schatje.”

You stare at the floor, guilt swirling and pooling in your stomach. His hands find your waist, thumbs brushing over your hips as if to emphasize what he already noticed. He leans in just enough that his forehead touches yours, leaning against eachother softly.

“I know you think it’s not a big deal. But it is to me,” he murmurs. “I don’t care if it’s small meals, snacks, whatever... but you need somehting. I need to know you’re okay.”

Then, after a long pause, “Please don’t shut me out. Your hurting the woman I care about, I can't let you do that.”

He doesn’t push after that. Just holds you tighter that night. Makes breakfast the next morning and doesn’t say a word when you take the plate. Just smiles a little when you pick up the fork.

lando norris

You’re lying on your stomach across your bed, scrolling through your phone aimlessly, when Lando flops down beside you with a sigh. You laugh at his sudden, unexpected appearance, but it dies out when he you don't hear him join in.

“I’m gonna say something, and you’re not allowed to get weird about it.”

You glance over, up your phone down, suspicious, but trying to lighten the tone. The sudden seriousness leaves you uncomfortable. "Hm, ominous."

He gives you a look, one that says he's not joking for once.

“You haven’t really eaten today. Or much yesterday. And I don’t think that’s nothing.”

You open your mouth to deflect, but Lando cuts in, gentler now.

“I’m not mad. I just… I want you to know that I notice these things. I don't want you to hide this stuff. I'm a... a bit hurt that you thought you had to.”

"I didn't mean to it's just. It's hard to talk about this stuff," you try to explain.

"I know that. Of course, I know that. But we spend hours talking about how I'm going, where my head is at, and that's not a one way street, love."

He nudges your shoulder lightly when you you can't find the words to say. “Let me take care of you, yeah? We’ll order something...anything you want! You don’t even have to leave the bed.”

And when you nod, he grins and kisses your cheek like it’s no big deal...like loving you includes this, too.

oscar piastri

Oscar notices something's off before you say even say anything.

You're out running errands together and get dizzy out of nowhere in the middle of the store. You hand grips his as you try and blink away the blurry spots. He's quick to put a hand on your back to help you stay up right, and even quicker to ask whats wrong.

You try to brush it off , I probably just need water or something, but he doesn’t buy it. The crease between his eyebrows deepens.

“You’ve been lightheaded more than once this week.”

You blink at him, surprised, heart suddenly beating faster than before. “No, I haven't.”

But he nods like you've said the opposite. Eyes searching yours for... something.

“I’ve also noticed you keep skipping breakfast a lot. And lunch, probably, if I'm not home with you. And you’re ‘just tired’ every night.”

Oscar isn’t dramatic about it. He just says it plainly, as truth, fact. But that just makes it harder to brush off.

“I’m worried,” he admits, voice quieter, hand holding yours tightly. “You don’t have to explain it all right now. But I need to know you’re okay... I need to know if you're not.”

You murmur that you're not sure what's going on, and it's the truth. Oscar doesn’t press.

“Let’s get head home. Have something easy. And if you don’t want to talk, we can just sit.”

"I'm sorry," you whisper to him, unsure of what to say.

"Please don't apologise. I love you. I want you to be well."

carlos sainz

You’re on your apartment balcony together, lounging around after a long morning sleep in. Carlos offers to make you breakfast, but you tell him not to bother. You’re not hungry.

He pauses mid-step, one foot inside, one still on the balcony. Looks at you, slightly offended on your behalf.

“No desayuno? Why not?”

You shrug, trying to keep your tone light. “I don’t know. I just… don’t feel like eating, I guess.”

Carlos doesn’t say anything at first. He just watches you. But the crease between his brows deepens, and then he's moving toward you, slowly, like he’s approaching something fragile. Maybe he is.

“You’ve skipped too many meals this week, mi vida. I’m not blind.”

His voice is quiet but firm, that kind of gentle stubbornness you’ve learned not to argue with. The kind that comes from a place of love, not discipline. You look down, suddenly finding it too hard to look Carlos in the eyes, but he doesn’t let the moment slip by so easily.

He finally steps right behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist lightly, and resting his chin on your shoulder. His voice is softer now, words whispered right into your ear like a sweet secret for just the two of you.

“I don’t need you to be perfect. I need you to take care of yourself.”

His fingers rub little circles into your sides, grounding and steady.

And before you can come up with a deflection, he’s pulling away just enough to kiss the side of your temple and mutter, “I’ll make something light. You don’t have to finish it. Just try.”

It’s not about food. Not really. It’s about how he wants you well. Wants you cared for. It's about showing you you are loved, and deserve to be taken care of.

alex albon

You're facetiming while he’s away, talking about qualifying, how the pets are doing, your plans for tomorrow, what you did earlier that day, when you offhandedly say, “I had a granola bar today, that counts, right?”

He laughs at first, caught up in your cute rambling. Then stops suddenly, all the humour draining from his face in a milisecond.

“Wait, that was all you had? Actually?”

You realize too late how that sounds. You can't take the words back now, and you can't find it in you to play it off as a complete joke. Part of you wants him to know.

Alex's expression shifts immediately. “Babe… You need to eat. No excuses.”

He leans in closer to the screen, voice suddenly quieter.

“Are you alright? Seriously.”

You start to downplay it, words coming out quickly to cover yourself, you weren't that hungry today, you were busy, you would eat later to make up for it, but he shakes his head gently at each excuse.

“Hey, hey. You don’t need to explain if you’re not ready. I’ve been there, I get it. But I wish you’d told me. I would’ve sent you like… twenty reminders. Or ubereats meals.”

Despite the worry, he smiles at you, soft and sweet, with the kind of look he always has before he leans in to kiss you.

“Okay. We’re ordering food together, right now. Virtual dinner date? I'll get room servivce, order something to the house for you. Yeah?”

You laugh, tear up a little, and agree. He smiles bright at your agreeance, beaming with pride.

charles leclerc

You're halfway through slicing vegetables for dinner when you say it. You'd been tossing up the right words to say all day. Deflecting is an art.

“I’m not really hungry tonight, but you go ahead.”

Charles doesn’t respond right away. Just finishes stirring the pan in front of him, sets the spoon down carefully, and, without another word, switches the stove completely off.

You glance up, confused and stunned. “What are you doing? That's not done yet.”

He simply shrugs. “If you’re not eating, then we’re not cooking.”

There’s no edge in his tone. No accusation. Just quiet finality, as if he had anticipated you not wanting to eat.

You blink, confused. “Charles, that’s ridiculous. You shouldn’t skip dinner just because—”

“Because you are?” he says gently, stepping away from the stove and closer to you. “No, I shouldn’t. But I’m not going to sit here and act like I haven’t noticed what you're doing”

He closes the space between you, wiping his hands on a dish towel before setting it aside.

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad, chéri,” he says quietly, searching your expression for the truth of the situation, but coming up empty. “I just want you to take care of yourself. And if I can help, even just a little, I will. If this is what it takes for you to know it is unhealthy, then I will do it.”

Charles reaches out and pulls you gently into his embrace. One hand on your back, the other smoothing your hair behind your ear. When he speaks again, his voice is soft against your skin. “Even if it’s just toast and juice. Even if it’s small. I’ll eat with you.”

You nod slowly, not because you’re convinced you can finish a whole meal, but because the idea of sitting across from him, even with something simple, suddenly feels like something you can do. Something you want to try. For him.

So he kisses your temple, rubs his hand down your back once again, and then says, “I’ll make tea. You pick the bread. Oui?”

lewis hamilton

You’re pacing around, trying to get stuff done, arms filled with knick-knacks you should have put away ages ago, when Lewis gently intercepts you. Hands on your upper arms, holding you still.

“You’ve been running nonstop all day, love. Did you eat yet?”

You wave him off. “I haven’t had time.”

That makes him stop cold. He exhales, long and hard, then walks over and takes your hands in his.

“That’s not okay.”

You go to respond, but Lewis lifts a hand. Gently, calmly stopping you.

“I’m not upset. But I also… don’t think this is the first time you’ve let yourself forget about food. And it’s scaring me a bit.”

“It’s not like that… I promise,” you reply in a hushed tone.

His thumb traces small circles over your knuckles, constant and soft.

“Ok, and I trust you to know if it was like that you could tell me. But I’ve seen what burnout looks like. What forgetting to take care of yourself does. I won’t stand by and watch it happen to you too. I love you too much to watch you crash and burn.”

"Lewis—"

He takes all the clothes and cups from your arms and places them on the table, leaving your hands empty and your heart beating fast.

He leans in and kisses your forehead, hushing you. “Let’s start small. Something warm. Something easy. Please? Gotta make sure my girl is taken care of.”

He doesn’t ask for more. Just reminds you, with every soft word and touch, that you’re worth taking care of, even on the days when you forget how.

george russell

You're lying in bed together when George brings it up for the first time.

"Love, I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me. Please?"

When you turn to look at him, his face is dead serious, his undereye bags heavy and dark like something’s been worried about something for a while.

"You haven’t been eating enough." He says it quietly, thumb brushing just beneath your cheekbone like he’s afraid he’s already said too much.

"That’s not a question," you reply, a little too fast. A little too defensive.

George doesn’t take the bait. He just watches you for a second, gaze steady but soft. There’s no judgment in it, only worry.

“I know,” he says. “But I’ve been holding it in, waiting for you to come to me, waiting for the right time, and... I guess there isn’t one, is there?”

You sigh, low and long from the weight of everything you've been feeling. He shifts closer, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I’m not angry. I don't want you to think that. I just...noticed recently. And I didn’t want to corner you, or make you feel.. attacked, but I love you, and I can’t keep pretending I don’t see what’s happening.”

You rest your forehead against his chest, and his hand runs gently up and down your back.

“You don’t have to explain anything right now,” he murmurs. “Just let me help. We can start slow. A good breakfast tomorrow. I’ll make tea. We can talk about it, if you'd like. One thing at a time. Yeah?”

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, none of that. This isn't something you need to apologise for. I got you. We got this."

You nod against him, curling tighter into his soft hold. George presses a soft kiss to the top of your head like a promise. One that says: you’re not doing this alone.

lowkey inspired by both the anon request and the quote "i love you, i want us both to eat well" <3

[childeel]

"GREEN WITH ENVY."

✦ wanderer, alhaitham, tighnari, cyno

reaction to when the sumeru men are jealous

notes — femme terms, fluff!

wanderer ⟢

when wanderer gets jealous, he likes to pretend that it 's not affecting him. whether he believes he 's convincing you, himself, or anyone one else for that matter, was a question on it 's own — but he certainly wasn't convincing anyone. while in his head, he perceives himself to be relaxed, nonchalant and steady-headed about the situation, everyone else sees a grown man acting like a toddler having a tantrum. snappy answers back to you, and straightforwardly no answers for whoever had captivated your attention, his arms crossed over his chest and his cheeks puffed out every so slightly.

alhaitham ⟢

it would be relatively hard to make alhaitham jealous — he doesn't have time to fret over some random guy finding his girlfriend attractive, tell him something he doesn't know. a rare moment in which he does feel some form of jealousy, would probably come along with a glass or two of wine. the bartender at this tavern just can't seem to take his eyes off you, and the for the first hour it didn't bother alhaitham, but now the wine was kicking in — he was started to feel a little irritated at bartenders shameless ogling. there's not much reactivity with his jealousy though, he just gets up and drags you home with him :" )

tighnari ⟢

he's trying hide to hide it, so please don't bring it up .. > __ < he always feels embarrassed / ashamed when that grim pit of jealousy forms in his stomach, and he really, really tries his best not to show it. and it works, most of the time! but there will be times when you catch him, an envious gleam glazing over his eyes as he watches you & the other forest ranger. unknowingly, tighnari shoots a pouty-frown, suddenly busy with anything & everything. a gentle kiss on the cheek and a tight, squeezing hug is the instant cure for this envious disease though ...

cyno ⟢

when cyno is jealous — everything is funny. it's a mix of bitter pettiness, and not knowing how to deal with this awkward and uncomfortable jealousy. this waiter is undoubtedly attracted to you, from the way his eyes lit up when you walked into the place, to the way he lingers for a little too long when coming to check on your table. the waiter keeps cracking these awful, painfully unfunny jokes too, and cyno just bursts into laughter at each one; a very obvious and snarky fake laughter. your hand interlinked with his under the table, thumb softly grazing his knuckles, is the only thing that keeps him sane.

* pretends it hasnt been 1+ year since i last posted *

[iamthatonefangirl]

what if - nsfw dbf!bucky barnes

disclaimer: uncle kink. (not actual uncle, it's reader's dad's best friend.) all characters are 18+. moderate depictions of anxiety. you have been warned, read at your own discretion.

based on this ask. I missed uncle bucky so much! also this was not supposed to be sad but then I had a day so this is for all the anxious readers!!! series masterlist

~~~

"god, you're so perfect like this," he whispers like a prayer into your skin, his warm breath making you shiver.

your parents had finally gone away for the weekend, after a lot of subtle hints and encouragement from you. "it'll be good to get away, just the two of you..." is what you would tell them.

they couldn't have known you wanted them to leave for more... selfish reasons. you just wanted a weekend where you didn't feel like you had to sneak around.

you pretended to be surprised, pretended to be pissed when you were told:

"your Uncle Bucky is going to check in on you while we're gone."

"I'm an adult! I've lived by myself before!" you try to argue with them, somewhat genuinely on principle, but mostly for show. even though you were getting exactly what you wanted, you couldn't let them know that.

"either you agree, or we're not going."

and that was how you got away with spending an entire weekend alone together, naked, in your bed.

you tangle your hands in his hair once more. you've already given him enough shit for letting it get so long, but you just can't help it.

"you need a haircut," you comment to him, and he instantly pulls his head back from where he's been sucking marks on your chest. he lets out a low, breathy laugh as he looks up to your eyeline.

his hair is still damp from showering hours ago, strands dangling left and right. it's longer than you've seen it in quite a while.

"don't like it?" he teases. he knows you just love to give him a bad time.

"you're literally sporting a bob, Bucky," you laugh. "it's all the way past your chin!"

"you're a little shit," he says, bringing a hand to your bare hip. "you're going to admit you like it. one way or another."

"should give you a little man bun," you say and gather his hair into a small ball at the nape of his neck. you pretend to be annoyed as you tell him, "goddamnit, you still look hot."

"you know it, babygirl," he says, pressing his lips back to your chest.

it's nice, you think. getting to relax together, getting to pretend like you could ever have more than just these stolen moments.

your gaze trails up to the ceiling as your mind contemplates it, the fact that you even have to call these moments "stolen.” you begin to get distracted by the anxiety welling in your stomach.

you try not to let on that the stress is taking over, that you're quietly being eaten alive by your own thoughts.

but you can't hide anything from him.

"what's going on, kid?" he asks you as he pulls back.

"what if they find out?" you ask, incredibly quiet, still focusing your gaze on a small divot in the ceiling.

he pauses again.

"they won't," he assures you. he doesn't sound too confident, though.

"Bucky, they're your friends. they're my parents. and…” you trail off. you know that what you mean to say next won't help the situation.

"and?"

the anxious pit in your stomach worsens, another wave of nausea broiling in your throat.

"they trust you with me."

you know you shouldn't have said it. you knew it was a bad idea, and now you're regretting it. he speaks again before you can continue.

"they trust that I'll take care of you and protect you with my life, and I will. I would never break that promise."

it doesn't help. you wish it did.

he leans in close again. "I'm still the same person to you that I was before all this, okay?" he assures you.

you nod and turn your face towards his. the fear of being caught never fails to send you into a panic, causing that horrible pins-and-needles sensation in your hands. you try to scratch at your hands to get it to go away, and like always, it doesn't work.

"need you again," you deflect, bringing your hands to his back and pulling him up closer against you. his chest is warm against yours, the feeling soothing, but it's not enough.

"alright, pretty girl," he whispers, punctuated with a nip at your ear, proceeding to then run his tongue over your pulse point. "you know that, right? you're my gorgeous girl."

you feel his knee slot between your legs, his bare thigh pressing up against you between your own thighs. you're still dripping from the last round, the feeling of him spilling out of you. your combined release leaks onto the skin of his upper thigh as he gently grinds against you, eliciting a delicate moan from high in your throat.

"don't want anyone but my pretty girl," he tells you, running a metal thumb over your swollen lips, his fingertips then trailing down over the column of your throat in appreciation. his gaze follows the path of his fingers, admiring the sight of your skin under his touch.

his knee ever so slightly shifts between your thighs, just enough for you to feel the movement and move your hips against him in response.

"you like that? getting off on my thigh, baby?"

"mhm..." you respond, once again moving your hands to tug at his hair. "feels so good. you're so strong, Uncle Bucky..."

he smirks at that.

"and you're so delicate. look at you, baby, under me like this," he says. he gently cups the soft flesh of your breasts in his hands. "love your tits, baby. hate it when you hide them from me in those hoodies of yours. want to see all of you, always."

his flesh hand radiates heat on your skin, a sharp contrast to the coolness of his prosthetic. you feel so sensitive to his touch, every move making you feel electrified. his knee moves again between your legs, and he watches as your face reacts so strongly to the motion.

"wanna keep you laid out for me, forever, baby. just you and me. nobody else." his hands come to the back of your thighs, gripping just enough to dip his fingertips into your skin, holding your legs still.

the muscle of his thigh is so powerful against you, and you're trapped under him. it's maddening how good it feels. you're suddenly reminded of how grateful you are for all the time he spends at the gym.

"imagine that, kid," he whispers in your ear. "just you and me, like this, forever."

you feel so overwhelmed, the thoughts still pooled in the back of your mind suddenly brought back to the forefront. the physical sensation of him against you, his body pressed to yours, combined with your emotional distress is enough to bring tears to your eyes.

"don't cry, sweetheart," he whispers, pressing kisses to each of your eyes as they well up. "I'm always gonna be here for you. no matter what happens, okay?"

you're not used to him being this soft with you.

for as long as you've known him, he's loved to mess with you, give you a bad time, tease you. that was his job as your dad's best friend. that wasn't going to change just because you were sleeping together, and for the most part, it didn't.

but this? this was arguably the most important job he held, one hidden under the surface of jokes and playfulness. he was a pillar for you, always. when you were a teenager, and you couldn't call your parents, you could call him. he would always be that man, that figure for you, above all else.

the thoughts of how much you care for him scare you.

"Uncle Bucky," you cry, eyes shut tightly, tears falling harder.

you don't have to say anything else. he knows.

"I'm here, kid," he tells you, manually moving your hips quicker against his thigh to bring you the pleasure he so badly wants to see replace the sadness on your face.

he's always had a soft spot for your tears.

"look at me," he instructs. you're grinding against him ardently, your body trying to seek out the climax that's building so slowly. you force your eyes open. "you're my girl. say it."

"'m your girl," you whine, and then you feel the pressure of his knee fall away from you. before you can even comprehend the change, his hand is on you, quickly burying his fingers inside you and pressing his thumb to your clit.

"that's right. come on. let me see you come, baby," he tells you, fingers working faster.

he speaks to you so softly, and it's as though all the stress and anxiety floats away when you're reminded of how much this is worth it.

"good girl," he says, feeling you squeeze around his fingers, and then your whole body lets go. you breathe heavily through your orgasm, filled with nothing but pleasure and desire for the man bringing it to you. "love watching your perfect body come for me, only for me."

he quickly wraps you in his arms as you come down, trying to stave off the inevitable return of the anxiety you can't seem to let go of. a few minutes pass like this before you speak up.

"I'm sorry I'm ruining our weekend," you whisper into his neck.

"don't say that. you're not ruining anything. you're happy I'm here, right?" he asks you, looking down at where your face is hidden. you nod against him.

"good, 'cause I am too. that's all that matters," he coos, a hand brushing over your hair. "I'm here, kid. Uncle Bucky's here."

and for a second, you feel like everything will be okay as long as he's there.

~~~

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[allllium]

Omg your vampire Jason is amazing!!! Can we please get more???

Vampire Jason is one of my favsss 😋

Unbelievable

Vampire Jason x Reader

- This took so long bc I couldn't decide on a direction to go but here we are.

- Angsty, WC: 2466, Mentions of sickness and eating issues

- You find out your boyfriend is a vampire

There's something weird about your boyfriend.

Obviously you'd expect that from someone who has as much trauma as he does.

He's never told you exactly how he died and came back, but you know it happened.

Whatever happened seems to have changed him in a way you haven't quite put your finger on.

It's not like he's done anything wrong.

He's just off.

You've noticed the way he doesn't eat what you cook. Always having some excuse of already eating or finding a way to hide it in a napkin.

He's not as subtle as he thinks.

And it's not just the food. He often avoids sunlight and is paler than he should be. He doesn't sleep as much as he should for someone out all night.

You swear his teeth are sharper than normal.

So far in your relationship, he hasn't explained anything and you haven't gotten up the nerve to ask.

The few questions you have asked hasn't gone over well. You didn't realize in the moment how he might not respond well to you asking questions about his scars, as simple as they were.

Not only did you not get a real answer, but now there's even more tension than before on asking any questions. Even ones that have the chance to make or break your entire relationship.

It's hard knowing something is different about your boyfriend and it's even harder knowing he doesn't trust you enough to tell you about it.

"Hey Jay?" You whisper as you sit next to him on the couch. He's sitting with a book and you have your legs over his lap while you watch TV.

"Yes angel?" He responds immediately, looking away from his book to pay full attention to you.

"What's your favorite food?" You want to try and understand him better without asking his straight up and causing issues. You don't want it to seem like you're trying to trick him or going behind his back but the amount of questions you have are starting to drive you insane.

You figure since he never eats food, this is a good question to lean into it. You can see him considering his answer. "I don't know, maybe pizza. Simple but good." He explains with no problem.

"Interesting.." You murmur almost silently. He shuts his book fully and sets in aside. You've captured his attention with just one word. Of course you set your eyes back on the TV so he doesn't sense you're up to something.

"What's interesting about it?" He has one eyebrow slightly raised and looks a little concerned about where this topic is heading.

You bite your lip, faking innocence, and hesitant slightly before answering to really play it off. "Well," you sigh audibly and see him lean closer out of the corner of your eye. "I'm just a little worried, y'know I've never really seen you eat anything and eating issues are a big problem."

It takes a lot of effort to not blow your cover and smile like a clown. "What? No honey I don't any eating issues." He puts his hand on your leg in reassurance and looks distraught at your words. You can almost hear the panic in his voice.

"I've been trying to understand for a while but I finally figured it out." Once you started in this lie, it just keeps going. You hope it's enough for him to admit at least a little bit of the truth. Whatever that might be. "I honestly feel bad I didn't start trying to help sooner."

Is it still manipulating if it's for a good cause?

"What? No I swear I'm okay?" He moves closer in his attempt to calm you down. It's sweet how much he cares.

"But I can't think of any other explanation for why you never eat. It's not normal. You can tell me y'know? I only want what's best for you." Yes you're laying it on a little thick but if that's what it takes, oh well.

"And it's not just that!" You continue before he can get any words out, closing his mouth in surprise. "I mean you're so pale and you don't sleep enough and you avoid sun so much there has to be something wrong. I don't understand why you didn't tell me."

"Baby, I promise I'm not sick."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are!"

"No. I am not!"

"Yes. You. Are."

"Okay that's enough. I'm not sick."

"It's the only explanation." He gets off the couch and walks back and forth behind it.

"No it's not." He turns and says, making sure you're looking at him as he says it.

"Then what is it? From where I'm standing there's nothing normal happening." The more you say, the closer you get to reaching the answer on your own.

He rolls his eyes and starts to leave the living room, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Liar. I've never seen you pee." You say it as a half murmer, not caring whether he hears you or not.

"Yeah that's cause I do it with the door closed." He yanks open the door of the bathroom showing how annoyed he is. You don't exactly care if he's annoyed or not. Fucking liar.

"You know what I mean!" You shout, standing from the couch. And when he slams the door closed with him behind it, you make what could be considered a very toxic decision.

Unfortunately for Jason he left his phone on the kitchen counter. While you'd never want to invade his privacy like this normally, these aren't normal circumstances.

You highly doubt you're going to find anything but the anxiety of the situation has you reaching for his phone and entering his password before you can lecture yourself into stopping.

Taking a deep breath and peaking around the corner to make sure he hasn't slipped out without you noticing. Most of his phone is full of normal guy things, at least you think, and there's nothing popping out at you.

You feel a wave of intense relief flood over you. You don't know what you thought you'd find but your extremely glad it was nothing.

Except it's not.

The moment you put his phone back in the same spot you found it, it dings. Once again, against your better instincts you pick it back up and see a text from Dick.

This is the point you really need to stop yourself.

Obviously you don't do that. The text itself is a weird ass meme but it only takes a few scrolls up before your world crashes down on you.

A heavy weight takes its well known place on your chest. Suddenly so many things click together you don't even know how to react.

- Dickhead

: So did you talk about it yet?

: You're not being a pussy about it are you

: You just gotta sit down and say Babycakes

I'm a vampire

: Maybe do a little growl while you're at it

: really sell it

- Jason's phone

: first of all I will never say the words babycakes

: you're disgusting

: second I can't just blurt it out I have to ease into it

: this is a sensitive topic

- Dickhead

: wrong

: in my experience it's best to go all in as fast as you can

- Jason's phone

: that's terrible

: this is why no one likes you

- Dickhead

: I don't take advice from cowardly vampires thank you very much

Wow you're really hoping they were joking around but the way everything clicks in place has no other explanation.

It explains all of his weird behaviors and looks. You just really really don't want it to be true. You try to focus on your breathing and calming yourself down while you out his phone back on the counter.

The only experience you have with vampires is in the form of Twilight and The Vampire Diaries. So you're not exactly sure what this entails.

He seemed really concerned to bring it up. Maybe he didn't tell you because he thought you'd leave or be scared. Damn. You can't tell if you're scared or not.

You don't think you are but it's also hard to wrap your head around your boyfriend being a vampire that literally drinks people's blood.

"Fuck." You whisper almost silently. And in doing so it makes you wonder how good his hearing really is. Whether or not he can hear you whisper to yourself in the next room is anyones guess at this point.

You're not sure what you're supposed to be feeling about this news. Most people would probably leave without a second thought but you can't even bring yourself to leave the kitchen. Jason means a lot to you and the last thing you want to do is leave him over anything like this.

However, if he lies to you about it one more time you can't guarantee it will end well.

"Stop hiding in the bathroom!" You shout, still standing at the counter with your hand on his phone protectively. You know this man well. If he has access to his phone he'll pretend he got an important message and run out the door before you have time to call it out.

He comes out sheepishly. Like he wasn't expecting you to pull him out of hiding so soon. He almost looks like a scorned child, like he knows you'll continue to tug on his lies.

He looks down at the phone under your hand and back up at you. He looks up and down, and up and down while you slowly feel your patience wearing thin.

You take a deep audible breath and he brings his eyes back to you. You don't know what to say first and the look of uncertainty in his eyes makes you want to blurt all of it out at the same time.

He either knows exactly what this conversation is about to be or has absolutely no clue.

"I can't believe you're comfortable lying with me for so long and about something so big."

His eyes widen with panic. He opens his mouth to say something but slams it shut immediately. You can see his eyes wonder everywhere but your own and he bites the inside of his cheek multiple times.

"Do you know what I'm talking about or do you have multiple secrets that could fit this situation?" You're proud of how stern you sound. Not talking any shit for an answer.

"I know what you're talking about. It's the only thing I've kept from you." He takes a few steps around the counter, slowly making his way towards you.

"Yeah it's only the biggest thing about you why bother disclosing that in a relationship." It makes you chuckle in not only frustration but disbelief in the situation.

"I didn't want to scare you. No one hears the words I'm a vampire and doesn't freak out." A few steps closer. He sounds a lot more calm than he looks.

"So what? You figured you'd tell me after our one year anniversary? Maybe the day of our wedding so I can leave after my freak out? Or possibly you'd wait until Grayson did it himself." You roll your eyes as you say your last sentence. The more you talk, the more pissed off you feel yourself getting.

You're definitely not scared, you realize. But there is no world in which you forgive him easily for this.

"Did you go through my phone?"

"Is that what you want to focus on?"

"I don't know. I don't know what I'm supposed to say to make you feel better about this."

"I'm not scared because you're a vampire, I'm not mad that you're a vampire. I am unbelievably pissed that we are eleven months into this relationship and you have lied to me every single day of it!" Tears slowly well up in your eyes. Your words get more pronounced as they continue.

"I didn't want you to leave." He's only a couple steps away from you but instead of closing the distance, he reaches his hands out towards you. You don't step away.

"And you decided to take that choice away from me completely. I can't believe I have to say this but if you are a supernatural being it is not something you hide as long as possible."

One of his hands lands on your shoulder, the other coming to rest on your waist.

"I didn't know how to bring it up. The last thing I wanted was to lie-"

"You had so many options! Am I seriously supposed to believe you chose the hardest one for you? To me it seems like you chose the easiest one to deal with." You pull away from his touch and turn the other way, preparing to leave the kitchen all together.

"Do you seriously believe I like lying to you?" He finally raises his voice to match yours. Soft enough the neighbors won't complain but enough to clearly notice."This wasn't easy for me! I love you. Do you know how hard it is to face the reality you might leave because of something I can't control! Something I never thought would be my reality!"

"Do you know how terrifying it is to have a boyfriend that never eats anything, never sleeps at night, never does anything that a normal person does. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to be in a relationship like that?"

"I don't know what to say to fix this."

"I don't know either! I don't know if you can." He looks utterly defeated as he hears you say that.

"So I was right." He mutters, like it was the hardest thing he's ever said.

"No. I don't care what you are. I care that I've been worried sick this entire time that something was wrong and I might lose you. Only to find out the truth from your brother and knowing you had no plan to tell me. Seriously, Jason, when were you planning on telling me this?"

"I really don't know. Nothing felt right." You can see how upset he is. His reasons make sense and you know it. But you simply can't get over this right now.

"Okay." You whisper and leave the kitchen. He doesn't follow you or attempt to say anything else.

You try to take calming breaths as you get further away from him.

You hope you'll wake in the morning less angry. Maybe in a much better mood to hear him out.

As of right now, you know you can't sleep in the same place as him.

[duchessbird]

1. I think it's so cute that we can call you Mrs. Beth.

2. It's getting warmer out, and I can't stop thinking about the 141 finding out their girl wearing a sundress or skirt without panties... I feel like Simon and John would be freaks about this. (In a good way)

Yes! I am Mrs. Beth <3 Here for all your fanfic needs.

As a Texan girl, I love me some hot weather.

And I’m starting to think the boys would love it just as much as I do.

TF!141 (Individually) x Fem!Reader, Mentions of pregnancy, mentions of public / bathroom / work intercourse! (I think that’s it).

SIMON:

Simon doesn’t think much of the dress at first, just sees you bringing him ice water while he works shirtless in the back garden, picking at weeds and tidying up the area for the little one you’re both expecting.

“Mm, thanks, luvvie,” he sighs, sipping the water and handing it back to you before explaining what he’s been doing to the yard and how he eventually wants to arrange it for the baby.

Then, the wind catches, and you yelp a bit, frantically moving to pin your dress down to your thighs — escaping the cold breeze. He raises an eyebrow, whatever gardening tool in his hand is long forgotten.

He steps forward, hand traveling down the side hem of your dress until he reaches the hem, dipping under it to discover that this dress is all you have on. He takes a deep breath, his head momentarily lulling back as he thinks.

“Get in the house.” He demands softly, his voice rough with promise.

JOHNNY:

Now, with Johnny, (and maybe Kyle a little bit but we’ll expand on that soon), I feel like he already knows. It’s a power thing. Especially if you work with him, and you guys have a little affair on the side.

“Ye ain’t wearin nun under yer civvies, are ye?” He’ll text you a few hours before a night at the bar with the team, causing you to bite your lip and roll your eyes. But you comply, wearing a tight dress with nothing under. And when he sneaks you two away to the seedy bar bathroom, he’s grinning like he won the lottery.

And to him? He did. With you.

KYLE:

I feel like Kyle is secretly a freak. Like shibari with ribbons and lace kinda freak. So he buys your lingerie, and asks you to wear it on y’all’s date tonight. Thinking it’s an innocuous enough request, yeah? He just wants to see his baby in something frilly and pink.

But, to his surprise, he feels you up at the dinner table (freak) only to discover there is nothing there. And, while it’s hard to catch a vigilant man like Kyle off-guard, he is stunned for a long second. As you innocently smile at him and usher the waiter over for another drink.

It’s a miracle he didn’t pay then and get everything to-go, truthfully — while he sat there with his fist bunched against his jeans and his cock twitching against his zipper.

JOHN:

John is an old dog, with not many new tricks. Not saying he’s vanilla by any means, but he knows what he enjoys and he doesn’t really think much to expand outside of that. Until you.

He’s at work, buried in paperwork and contemplating a career change when his lovely bird strolls in through his office door — and his shoulders feel lighter. He feels like he can breathe again. Gestures for you to sit on his lap, and he doesn’t notice anything at first. Until you two get to kissin’ and bumpin’ and grindin’ and he feels a wet spot form on his pants.

Finally, he checks to see. No fucking underwear. For a moment, his brain is fried. He almost asks if you forgot to do laundry until you snicker softly at his face of realization, and then he understands what’s happening.

“Mm, naughty bird,” he laughs gruffly as he grips the fat of your ass, “you know I love easy access,” he teases, grinning against your lips.

author’s note! i am back! trying my best to hack away at some asks and such. love you all.

[dragoneyelashart]

blonde billie PLEASE

smut ୨ৎ

a/n: filler while i write other things 🤭

billie’s on her knees before you again. blonde hair wild from your fingers tugging it earlier, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. she looks up like she’s starving for you.

“please,” she whines, voice barely holding itself together. her hands grip your thighs, desperate, trembling. “please, mommy, need you. i need to taste you again.”

you don’t speak. you don’t have to. the way your hand slides back into her hair says everything.

the moment your fingers tighten, she shudders and lets out this sound half whimper, half moan  like her whole body is reacting to being noticed by you. she’s so noisy like that, like your touch scrapes some raw nerve inside her.

when your thighs part for her, she practically falls forward, mouth open, eyes glazed over. and once her tongue touches you? she loses it.

she eats like she’s gone feral, like nothing else exists. her saliva mixes with your slick, dripping down your thighs, her chin, her chest. it’s messy. she’s messy. but billie doesn’t care  if anything, she lives for it. moaning into you, grinding her hips down against nothing, whining every time you twitch or sigh above her.

“god, you're so—” she tries to speak between licks, between kisses, between greedy sucks that make your legs quake. “you taste s’good. better than anything. better than everything.”

you tug harder on her hair.

she gasps, eyes rolling up for just a second, like the pain is its own reward. she’s so wet you can hear it when she shifts against the floor, like her whole body is begging for more.

“need you—wanna feel you,” she gasps. “please, mommy, let me ride you, need to—need to feel it—”

you give her a look. sharp. possessive.

and just like that, she stills. but her eyes don’t lose their fire — if anything, they burn brighter.

you guide her up, pull her into your lap. skin on skin. heat on heat. her thighs slide over yours, slick and shaking, and she gasps like she’s just found heaven.

“wanna feel you on me” she begs, voice cracking. “need it, need you.”

you don’t make her beg twice.

your thighs meet, wet heat pressing wet heat, and the moment your hips roll, billie breaks.

a strangled cry tears out of her — raw and high — and she drops her forehead against your shoulder, teeth leaving marks against your soft skin, panting like she’s been running. her fingers claw at your back, nails dragging skin like she can’t hold on to herself without hurting you a little. she’s shaking all over, but she keeps moving, grinding into you in frantic, messy circles.

“you feel—fuck—you feel so good,” she gasps, voice ragged. “oh my god, i—i can't—”

you wrap your arms around her, hold her tight so she can fall apart and still be held. she needs that. billie always needs that.

her lips find your neck, open and wet, moaning against your skin. “i’m yours. i’m yours, i promise—” she’s not even conscious of what she’s saying anymore, just babbling through pleasure and devotion. “love it when you use me like this, mommy. love being your toy—just wanna make you feel good, wanna be good—”

you hush her with a kiss. she melts into it instantly, mouth messy, tongue desperate, moaning like kissing you is enough to make her come undone right there.

the rhythm between you grows wilder. her body rubs into yours, clit slipping against yours in slick, feverish friction. your breath catches as the pressure builds a molten knot tightening in your stomach. billie can feel it. she knows your body too well. she clutches your face in her hands and kisses you harder, whimpering against your lips.

“come with me,” she begs, tears in her voice now. “please, mommy, wanna come with you, need it, please—”

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Miseria - Sneak peak 2

AN: Still feeling the effects from my concussion but I'm doing much better than before. I can't write anything linear but I have so many scenarios for each love interest that I've been writing snippets before I forget about them and thought I'd share one for each. Order of release will depend on which one I finish but I'm trying for that to be Zayne's.

As always, the following works have themes of obsession, murder, angst, abuse and more. Do not interact if these bother you. Even if some may not seem like it, all the versions are going to be dark. There are no happy endings here, for you that is, the love interests will get theirs.

Disclaimer: This is not what I think of the love interests at all, even as yanderes. It's all just indulgence.

Zayne x Doctor!Reader

You wait for the butterflies but you feel…nothing. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a man but your heart doesn’t race, you don’t sweat and you don’t even feel nervous when his gaze meets yours in the crowd.

Did his eyes linger or are you just being delusional? 

He goes back to the lecture, not looking at you again.

Yup, delusional. 

You don’t have time to be disappointed in your lack of feelings as you get swept up in his lecture. He’s a genius, the way he weaves his words and presents them have you hanging off the edge of your seat. His findings are revolutionary. This is the man you want to work under, the one you want as a mentor. He’s the only one capable of sending you to great heights.

If only you realised the opposite of that is also true.

Rafayel x Opera Singer!Reader

Siren:

You’re welcome!  Enjoy your time with her ;) My services as a wingwoman don’t come cheap, Mr Rafayel!

He lets out a laugh. There’s a serene smile on his face as he texts back.

Rafayel:

but I dun remember hiring you? i see this is how the great Siren makes her money

Siren:

Well, now I have to kill you. Can’t have you telling my secrets. Shame.  I quite liked you. 

He’s about to respond when his attention gets diverted by a hand waving in his face. “Earth to Rafayel!” his bride smiles at him. “I’ve been calling your name for a while. What’s got you so distracted?” Her question leaves him speechless. In what world did he subconsciously ignore her like that? At the dumbfounded look on his face, the woman before him smiles even larger. “Were you texting [Name]? It was her, wasn’t it?” Why does she look so giddy?

“What makes you think it was her?”

She rolls her eyes, like he should already know the answer. Unfortunately, he’s very out of the loop.

“Because only she makes you smile like that, duh.” She lets out a giggle at the astonishment shining on his face. “You seriously didn’t notice? You get all relaxed and dopey when she’s around. Like a puppy!”

Her voice fades into the background as she rambles on, all of it about examples of the behaviour he’s been exhibiting around you. It’s all too much. Too much for him to deal with.

Because she’s right. About all of it. 

He examines every single moment with you in his mind, analysing them all under a microscope. Why didn’t he realise it sooner?

Bile rests in his throat as he looks at the woman in front of him. She’s still talking, unaware of the turmoil she’s left him in. Even though she holds no affection for him in this life, even though she’s happy to picture him with someone else, he’s not. Guilt has always been a companion, always lingering in the background but right now it’s front and centre. Shame washes through him, he’s betrayed the woman he loves (loved?). 

Sylus x Waitress(?) Reader

*Still not sure what role I want reader to have, at first I was considering her being a waitress at Elysium but then I also wanted her to have her own restaurant in Linkon. Let me know what you would like

“I don’t know what more you want from me,” each word becomes more difficult to say than the last. The blockage in your throat from the tears prevents any more. 

You’re so tired of this. Why should you keep being punished for something you never had fault in?

The bruises around your neck throb in reminder of what he’s capable of. A sick part of you wishes he finished the job instead of torturing you like this.

“I never sought you out, Sylus. I kept my distance. I-I was more than happy to see you live your life,” you plead with the man in front of you. “You’re the one that kept coming back. Just leave me alone, what more do I have to do?”

His hand clenched into a fist at the sight of the crying woman in front of him. Each whimper from her mouth strikes him in the heart. His eyes fall on the shades of green and blue decorating her neck.

There are two parts of him fighting for control. The saner one which felt shame at the hurt he inflicted upon her and the other one that felt delight at marking what’s his. Until those bruises heal, every day she has to live with him in mind, never escaping him.

He doesn’t want to admit which side won.

She yelps in fright when he lurches forward and grasps her wrist, she flinches as their eyes meet, leaving a sick feeling inside him. It’s too late to make it all better. She’ll never forgive him and she’s right to do so, he’ll go lower.

“Be mine,” he growls, pulling her closer into his chest, his head lowered to speak into her ear. “That’ll be your punishment. For the rest of your wretched life, you’ll be spending it with me.”

MC (Mara) x Professor! Reader

You don’t hesitate to race toward the crying child. You tackle him to the floor, your entire body covering him. When the nails connect with your back, a flash of white hits you. When you come back to the present, there’s a loud shriek penetrating the air. It takes a second to realise it’s from you.

Biting your lip to keep it in, you pick yourself and the child up and you run. But you can feel the blood escaping out of you, your vision becomes blurry and the screams of and roars around you dilute due to the ringing in your ears. You’re not going to make it, you’re not fast enough but you can still save the child. With a painful grunt, you push the child and scream at him to run. He does.

You don’t have time to process anything when you’re roughly pushed back onto the floor. Your head hits the floor with a loud thud. The wanderer looms over you, you stare at your executioner right back in the eye. It only agitates it even more.

With a roar, it plunges its claw into your abdomen. 

You don’t really know what happens after that. Each time you blink, the image before you changes. The wanderer looks back at something and charges at it. Then, there’s nothing in front of you. When you open your eyes again, there’s a human face above you. You can’t make out any details but you think they’re trying to speak to you. 

“Professor…?”

A warm hand cradles your face and you realise just how cold you’ve become, you push your head in further desperate for heat. They seem to be shaking you but your eyes don’t open back up the next time you blink.

“No, no, no,” she pleads. “Professor, you have to keep your eyes open,” she grips your shoulders tight, shaking you. It does nothing. Mara cradles your limp body in her arms. “Why are you so pale, [Name]?”

[Name].

Why aren’t you breathing?

Xavier x Vice Captain!Reader

The boy before you seems to be sulking about something. 

You examine him carefully, i-is he pouting?!?

“What’s with you, Xavier?”

He’s quiet for a while, blinking those big blue eyes at you, resembling a kicked puppy. Fuck, he’s cute.

“Why do you do it for everyone else but not me?” Now, it feels like you kicked this puppy yourself. Damn, he’s really good at playing with people. 

“Do what?”

His hand cups yours and brings it up to his head, maneuvering your palm up and down his head. “You give them all headpats so easily but no matter how well I do, I’ve never received one. Why is that?”

He doesn’t put your hand back down instead he keeps it in his, rubbing gently on the skin there. 

“Oh? Sorry, Xavier. I never realised. I’ll do it from now on.”

His eyes narrow and you gulp. You might be his superior but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s much older and stronger than you’ll ever be. The safety of that fact is only for the MC, it’ll never be for you. Standing before you is a man who could end your life in mere seconds, most of which would be spent wiping the blood off his blade. 

“But the intent would be different, it wouldn’t be earned,” he flips your hand over, finger gently tracing over the lines on your palm but you’d be a fool not to notice the grip he has on you. “And it doesn’t change the fact that you handed it out so easily to others, many of them didn’t even deserve it.”

Should I just kill them all, [Name]?

[sarahisslytherin]

villain and violent.

joel miller x reader

summary: joel grapples with the weight of his past and its effect on his relationship with ellie. he can't help but wonder if you could truly ever love a man like him, a man who has done what he has.

contains: lots of angst, talk of violence and murder, ptsd and a panic attack.

a/n: i hope y'all like coffee cos here's one big-ass shot of depresso. but fear not, fluffy ending as per usual. listen to adrienne lenker while reading for maximum effect. gif by @djo.

word count: 1.2k

He wakes in the night with a strangled gasp. He is still holding the gun, still weaving his way through the maze of dark hospital corridors. He is still looking into Ellie’s glazed-over brown eyes as he feeds her lies. He is still cradling Sarah as she bleeds out in his arms, as the light fades from behind her eyes. And then he is in a dingy bedroom lit only by the rays of pale moonlight that manage to slip in through the cracks in the shutters.

He turns to the sleeping figure beside him, quickly recognizing the familiar sight. He does his best to time his shallow breaths to your even ones as you stir, revealing your face to him. He leans down to press a desperate kiss to your temple, the feel of your skin beneath his grounding him in the present. An almost imperceptible smile graces his lips as you mutter gibberish to yourself, lost in some soft dream far more pleasant than his. He resolves to leave you there for now, quietly hauling his exhausted body out of bed and cautiously shutting the bedroom door behind him. 

Your house in Jackson is modest, with vintage wallpaper peeling and leaks in the ceiling here and there, but it's safe. And the moment Joel Miller set foot in it, it became a home. You still remember the feeling when you saw him that first time, embracing his brother with tears in his eyes. Even from afar, you could feel his warmth. If you’d never worked up the nerve to speak to him weeks later, you would’ve probably lived off the stolen glances and accidental brushes of hands for as long as he would have let you. You never would have learned that he had wanted you just as much as you did him. That he didn’t want to scare you off, him being older and all that. You would never have been able to shut his running mouth with a charged kiss, or fall asleep in his arms every other night. Nights like this one.

You turn to nestle your head in the nook between Joel’s bicep and his chest, but find nothing but an empty mattress and ruffled sheets. You force yourself up and feel your way around the room you’ve come to know like the back of your hand until your hand finds the doorknob. The lamplight in the living room is dim but still harsh on your eyes. You can’t help but screw them shut tight as you wrap the blanket snug against you and call out for Joel.

“I’m here, baby,” he answers, his calloused hands coming up to pull you flush against his chest, “I’m right here”. Your head falls against his chest, and it’s impossible not to note the way his heart beats wildly inside. You step back so that you can truly look at him. He isn’t here at all. His graying hair is disheveled, his cotton shirt wrinkled. Mostly, his brows are tightly knit with worry and lined with a sheen of sweat. And his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes; they’re unfocused, pupils blown wide. You know instantly what thoughts are running through his mind like wild horses, gallops thundering louder than anything else. Yet you hold out hope they’ll let him hear your voice.

“Joel, you’re safe.” You whisper, scared to spook him like a wounded animal. “You’re home with me. Everything is okay.” You let the blanket fall to the hardwood floor as you take his shaking hands in your own and press kisses to his knuckles. “Breathe with me, babe. In… and out… nice and slow.” Joel concentrates on filling his lungs with air and expelling it, chest heaving more and more steadily with every motion. 

“Thank you.” He manages to choke out as tears well in his eyes. He presses a kiss to your hair before turning to settle down on the couch. “Go back to sleep, okay?”

You scoff at that, picking the discarded blanket back up as you sit by his side. The ratty couch whines beneath the weight of you both perched on its edge. “Wanna talk about it?”

This time it’s Joel who scoffs. “Nothing you don’t already know.”

“Joel,” you sigh, and he turns to look at you with glassy eyes, “what’s going on?”

You don’t pry him open, just let the question hang in the air. His eyes dart around the room and his hands rub anxiously at his thighs. You rest a hand on one of them and let him intertwine his fingers with yours at his own pace.

“I’m scared.” He admits after what feels like an eternity of silence.” There’s so much I’ve done that haunts me. Not that I regret it. If I had to, I’d do it all again. It was for her. You know that; you know It was all for her. But it haunts me all the same.” Now he brings your hand to his lips , mirroring your earlier action as if searching to ground himself in what is real and here in front of him.

“I’ve failed her. I failed Sarah and now I’ve failed her. And now I’m scared I’ll fail you too. I’m scared one night you'll wake up and realize you’ve been sleeping next to a monster. Sleeping next to a fucking villain.”

“You’re neither of those things, Joel.”

“You don’t know what I am. I don’t think I know it myself,” he sucks in a sharp breath a tear slides down his cheek, “but I know what I’ve done. What I’ve seen and heard. I’ve taken lives, lives like yours and hers. I-”

“You are the love of my life, is what you are.” You cut him off, taking his bearded chin between your knuckles as your eyes find his. “You are a hero. To Ellie, to me. That kid needs you. I need you. And you’re right, Joel. You’re a lot of things to a lot of different people, and your past will always be a part of you. But guess what? People are going to love you anyway. They’re gonna see the part of you that you keep hidden away and still choose you. I’m gonna keep waking up next to you and seeing the man I fell in love with. And she’s going to keep seeing the man who saved her.” 

The silence that follows is almost tangibly lighter, as if you’d physically chasen his fears away. If only it were that simple. Joel says nothing; instead he kisses each one of your knuckles one by one, his eyes closed as he turns your words over in his head.

“Do you promise?” He asks, his voice gravelly and thick from holding back tears.

“Promise what?” You hum as you lean your head against his shoulder and let your eyes flutter closed.

“You’re gonna keep on lovin’ me?” he mutters. If you weren’t so tired, you might even say he sounds shy. You resolve to give him shit about that in the morning.

“Unfortunately for you, old-timer,” you yawn as you arch your back like a cat, “you can bet your ass I will. The nickname earns you a playful jab to the ribs as Joel scoops you up like a bride in his strong arms. The giggle you let out as he sets you back on the bed might be the most beautiful sound Joel thinks he’s ever heard. But he’ll tell you that in the morning.

tagging: @velvetcloxds @oweninadaydream @sheraayasher @remusandlunakinnie @arianmock13-blog @redroomproperty @bug-boy32 @snow30285 @unicoroncrack @sweet-lies-4me @iamlittlesparkler

[strwberri-milk]

Can I request Zayne when the reader comes into the hospital while he is working uncontrollably crying but won’t explain why

Regardless of the reason why, the second he sees you in the hospital or his office he's going to try to step away for a moment to comfort you. If he's on his way to a surgery he'll call a close colleague of his to come grab you and take you to his office if you don't already know where it is. He'll come by as soon as he can to give you his full attention but he'll do his best to acknowledge you the moment you step into the hospital.

If he's in an OR someone will have to come find him. He'll tell them to take you to his office and that he'll come out as soon as he can. He wants to leave the surgery to go to you but he also knows you'll understand why he can't rush things. He comes to you as soon as he can, comforting you however you need to.

If you want to stay with him at the hospital you can. He checks in on you as often as he can in between patients and his own work. He hates not being able to give you his full attention but thankfully you reassure him that you do indeed understand and you know that he needs to focus on his work.

Thankfully, just knowing he's nearby is enough to settle you, draping his coat around your body to wrap yourself up in his scent. Zayne drops in consistently to give you some snacks and press a kiss to your face. He'll try to go home as soon as he's finished with anything that he he actively has to do, saving any paperwork for at home with you. He'll keep you on his lap for as much as he can, continuing to comfort you from whatever upset you so badly.

[lvciddreqms]

Pairing: Ray Young x Reader (Motorheads)

Genre: Angst, dramatic, fluff, exes to lovers

Warnings: cursing

A/n: about time I posted something for my Ray lovers<3

Things I wish I could take back

"Are you fucking serious? This is the shit that your doing behind my back? All this time-it was you, you're the one that's been doing these break ins? Taking people's cars? This is our home Ray! What are you doing?" You shouted in anger and shock. You just felt so betrayed, by the fact that he'd do this, he wouldn't tell you, going behind your back. Doing all of this illegal nonsense.

"You could get arrested for this. Is that what you want to happen? If you get caught, your dad can't help you." You felt tears build up in your eyes, but it was more because you were scared for him. He just stood there, taking it, not saying anything and just looking off to the side. You shook your head, sucking in a breath.

"... I can't do this." you said. "Fix up your act if you know what's good for you, Ray. I won't be there to help when you get caught." Those were the last words you said to him that day, the sound of your shoes heavy against the ground of the garage. For the next few nights that moment replayed in your head. When you found out.

You thought about the different outcomes that could've been. Maybe if you had been more understanding? Or if you had never broken up with him. Then what? Would you still be here in that part of the forest that you loved so much? Where you could see the rays of sunshine peak through the greenest of leaves.

You thought about the times in this specific area, your initials carved out onto the tree, the shared laughs while laying on the ground as the grass hugged your bodies. "Thought I would've found you here." A voice rang. You snapped out of it, quickly looking over to be met with his piercing eyes staring at you.

Your expression slightly hardened. "What're you doing here Ray?" You said, looking at him. He huffed, his hands shoved into his pockets as he sat next to you, backs against the trunk of the tree, a couple inches between the two of you. "... Just wanted to talk to you." You breathed in, tucking your knees to your chest and looked everywhere but towards him.

"I fucked up, okay? I know I did." He said. "I don't know why I didn't tell you, you always find out everything in the end. Y/n. I lose a lot of things, on the daily, alright? But I can't let you be one of them. You're the reason why I'm not in jail right now." He spoke, voice softer than his usual rough tone. "I'd take all of it back if I could."

You stayed silent, soaking in his words. "I just don't understand why you'd do all of it. What's the point..?" You said, trying to make sense of it all. He went silent at that, almost like he didn't know the point of it either.

"You say the word and I'll stop." He said. The words making you look over in slight shock. "Just please don't end this, end us." He said, looking at you. "... You'd do that for me?" You said in disbelief. "You must not know me very well." He said. You softly smiled at that.

"..i might not be able to change everything, but I'd take everything back just because you said." He spoke gently, looking at you like you were the most important thing on earth. "... As close to the real thing as you can be." You said softly with a smile. He smiled back at you.

No words were exchanged after that, just him laying back onto the grass, and pulling you to lay against his chest as you both stared into the sky. Just like you two used to do. How history repeats itself.

[kiitzuna]

so..... kriselle. right guys?

⚠ DELTARUNE CHAPTER 3+4 SPOILERS ⚠

tw// csa mention

horror has always had somewhat of an inherent sexual (and queer) undertone to it but it doesnt mean that you cant write it without it- i love horror that blends real life psychology and human experience with the otherworldly because there is SO MUCH you can do with it and it gets scary because most of the time it feels like something that could actually happen under the right circumstances… although when youre including a supernatural element (such as the player) the circumstances change and you need to recategorize and take more care to understand certain actions while still being conscious so that you are not just writing something torture porn-esque. this is an otherworldly entity (the player) taking the place of the human (kris) and acting within human bounds (kris cannot shapeshift or anything like that, we're limited to what their human body is capable of) to perpetuate the horror.

in context of the couch scene this is the moment that kris can no longer hide the existence of the other entity inside them from noelle. the secret is entirely out in the open and noelle knows that there is something unbelievably wrong with kris. i dont think noelle understands that it's us, the player, doing this to her because she doesn't know its a game but she absolutely knows that whoever it is is not kris. we are forcing noelle to confont that it was all real, it wasn't a dream, and it finally snaps her when we put the thorn (i.e. thornring) back on her finger. we've pushed noelle to her limit, 'used up' all of who noelle originally was and forcibly turned her into another vessel for our actions.

i dont think it represents her innocence/purity being tarnished or taken really. the loss of innocence is a common trope explored in horror, but i personally feel like this is more the loss of autonomy than the loss of innocence. the thorn is representative of our control over noelle, we force kris to pierce it back through her hand during the couch scene which cements our authority over her. i understand why people could interpret the scene as the loss of innocence, with the rose wilting it could be read like an allegory for deflowering, but i believe that the scene is moreso just us removing her limitations. even not on the weird route, noelle exhibits behaviours of wanting to strangle berdly and take control of her life for once, whether joking or not. she was already really fascinated by her own power in ch2, finding out that yes actually she isnt powerless and she can take things for herself, as long as she listens to kris- hence her saying 'Thank you.' towards the end of the route. i honestly dont think this is the game, the characters, or the fandom to explore that kind of topic with. keep in mind, kris and noelle are kids- i would rather die than have one of the big ships and driving forces for the weird route in deltarune be sexualized minors. a LOT of people in this fandom are minors as well. it being an allegory for csa would just be... too heavy and too out of place for deltarune. if it was csa, for it to happen this early honestly concerns me for how the weird route would continue in the future because you can't really get worse than that without abandoning all your morality to enjoy the game. also, this is a switch 2 launch title with some of the most hype surrounding it ive seen for a game. not sure if nintendo would be cool with one of their big launch titles having a blatant csa scene between two kids, but then again im not nintendo and you are allowed to view it this way if you want to.

another big point is that these actions are our own. they're our choices. this isn't kris, its us, the player. i do not want to be responsible for the sa of noelle, i wouldnt want to play a game where im forced to commit csa. it doesn't feel right. i don't think toby would put that into deltarune.

what makes weird route kriselle so interesting is that kris doesnt want this. when noelle is close to kris and she begins to trigger the downfall of events, kris is trying to cover her mouth desperately to stop her. kris wants nothing more than to keep noelle from experiencing everything all over again. it's not just kris abusing noelle torture compilation. with not only closet scene where kris is trying to hit us with the hockey stick but also the bathroom scene we see just how fucking ANGRY kris is at us- literally beating the shit out of the soul…. both in a 'why would you ever make me do this?' way but also in a 'you broke her' way.

we've taken these childhood friends with such a strong connection and forced them to rip themselves to shreds. we've broken them to their core. i don't think noelle is capable of saving kris, i don't think she wants to anymore. in the few moments she had left between the start and the end of the couch scene, she's lost that will.

noelle's now broken, she's lost herself because we took her autonomy. just like kris. a cage. a vessel. we've given her the power to take whatever she wants, we've removed her limitations, we've made her stronger.

as long as she listens to us.

[vii0so]

[ BSD 123.5 Spoilers ]

Thoughts, Theories and Analysis

Literally forgot a new chapter was even releasing today but holy shiz today's update was great. I love it, especially this part:

My heart can't take thiiiiis! Would it be strange to say I'm glad we saw Akutagawa cry? Like, I'm happy for him, it's like a weird form of closure / acceptance for him.

He's not dead dead obviously. Just like all the other characters 'killed' by Ame-No-Gozen once this whole ordeal is over he'll retuen.

Honestly, even before the ordeal is over he will return and fight alongside Atsushi (as we see in the look ahead of the anime's last ep). Probably with Ueda's help.

I doubt Atsushi will actually kill Ueda. It's not that I find him too soft to kill, quite the opposite, he can and will kill depending on the situation and the type of person, but Ueda is not a bad person, they didn't want any of this to happen. Ueda is someone who has basically been imprisoned and forced to watch their creations be used for evil. They witnessed one die (destroyed) and now they are witnessing the other one be used for destruction without anyway to stop it.

Thus, Ueda wants to die as a way to free their creation from its fate and themself from this eternity of guilt and suffering in captivity.

To me, this part sounds like a parent who's twin children were turned into weapons of war. They gave them the gift of life only for their life to be turned into a weapon used against anyone the wielder saw fit. Eventually, the parent - seeing one of their children die from wear and the other forced into continuing the same mindless slaughter - can't take it anymore and wishes that they had never brought them into this life.

Random fact: Ame [ 雨 / あめ] means rain and Tsuki [ 月 / つき ] means moon - a reference to the real author's work - and therefore the bsd character's ability - "Ugetsu Monogatari" (Tales of Moon and Rain).

Anyway, back to Akutagawa, how is he seeing Dazai? For Atsushi's case we got the explanation that it was basically created by his mind under the influence of Q's ability. This is then immediately confirmed.

But what about Akutagawa? Even if he had been affected by Q's ability, the mental burden taking effect only now would be strange.

The most likely possibility is some form of the near death effect, where people who are about to die may see their loved ones (usually deceased family members) telling them words of encouragement and things along the lines of "you did well" and "it's time to go" or even the opposite, such as "it's not your time yet".

So after openly thinking that this would mark his end, his mind conjured up Dazai because a part of him remembered what Atsushi told him about.

Honestly, the strangest part of this whole thing for me was the music. Most people probably didn't think about it much but to me it seemed strange.

If he first saw Dazai and then heard him speak I could say that in his state of mind his brain created an auditory hallucination. But the music starts while his eyes are closed, before he even sees Dazai.

"Atsushi could hear his hallucination while he was asleep."

Yes, but Atsushi's "shadow" was created by his mind under the influence of Q's ability, not as a near death 'these are my final moments' brain response.

Maybe I'm thinking into this too much...music is definitely possible if it was a strong factor from a point of time in his life. Does this mean Dazai has played the piano for Akutagawa or that this is a melody that left an impression on him in some part of his life similarly to Dazai? Maybe neither, maybe both, will we ever know, does it mean anything at all? ...yeah, I'm overthinking this.

Btw...am I the only one who wants to know what song was played?

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Hello, I hope I'm not bothering you with this message, but I wanted to ask you something.

I recently started playing Love and DeepSpace a few weeks ago. I actually downloaded it because of Sylus—his edits kept appearing on my feed, and I was instantly drawn to him. However, after downloading the game and going through his chapters, I found his behavior toward the MC quite problematic.

One of my friends told me that Sylus isn’t like the typical dark romance characters from today’s BookTok trends, which honestly made me even more excited to explore his story. But when I watched Long-Awaited Revelry, I was honestly shocked by how he was handling the MC. I couldn’t help but wonder—is this really the same man who once sacrificed himself for her?

I tried my best to dig deeper into his lore, and I genuinely found his character to be selfless and sacrificial. But I’m struggling to understand how someone so selfless could hurt the MC in the main storyline. I can overlook many things, but one scene in particular really gave me a huge ick—when he takes her to Philip's shop. If I remember correctly, he uses his evol on her body, and she even says, “It hurts.” Then he replies with, “You will hurt even more.” That scene truly unsettled me. How could he say that when she clearly expressed she was in pain? Isn't that physical abuse?

Please correct me if I’m misunderstanding or wrongly labeling it as abuse. I just can't seem to make sense of that moment, especially after immersing myself in his backstory. It feels like the writers did him dirty in Long-Awaited Revelry. I mean, if someone could sacrifice their life for the person they love, how could they ever intentionally hurt them—even to remind them of the past?

It’s really hard for me to connect the version of Sylus we see in that scene with the one from his 5-star memories, where he seems like a completely different, much softer person. I genuinely love him a lot, and that’s what makes it even more upsetting. I usually adore dark characters—the kind who would burn the world for their beloved but would never hurt their beloved. Sylus doing this in the main story was unexpected and, honestly, kind of icky for me. 🥲

How do I come to terms with his redemption arc after knowing what he did in Long-Awaited Revelry (especially that physical hurt while taking her to the shop)? Is there a deeper context I might be missing—something that justifies his behavior? I really don’t want to dislike him, but it’s hard to reconcile such a hurtful scene with the selfless man his backstory shows. And again im saying i do not hate him but its just hard to overlook that scene especially knowing that he loves her so much and is willing to do anything for her. It seems like the Sylus who is shown in the long awaited reverly is not the same Sylus who is shown as so selfless in his myth and in his recent soft memory cards.

So I've already gone into this a bit in two previous asks that you can find here and here. But I can delve into it again, though my answer will be the same just more in depth I guess lol ^^

Ok so here are my main points

I don't at all think that this is a case of bad or inconsistent writing by Sylus' creative team. Sylus is a carefully – meticulously, even – crafted character who'd been in development for at least 5 years before he was introduced in the main story. I guarantee that his team know what they are doing with him and that they'd never do him dirty. They love him as much as if not more than we the fanbase do.

It's important to remember that we lack a lot of lore and context. We don't have all the puzzle pieces yet when it comes to Sylus or his relationship with MC. We're missing a huge chunk of backstory starting from their escape from the nebula up to Sylus' Anecdote. It is very possible that something happened in that time (or perhaps in another myth?) that can provide further explanations for Sylus' behavior in LAR. We'll just have to be patient and see.

For now though the simplest and most logical explanation to me is that Sylus is acting out of character in early LAR because he is in emotional distress. He is hurt, distraught, frustrated, desperate, possibly even fearful. He did not at all expect for things to happen the way they did, for the love of his life to not recall him at all even after coming face to face, for her to hate him, nor for her powers to be weak. I think it's pretty clear that he worries something was done to weaken her during the time that he wasn't observing her from afar – hence why he takes her to Philip and why he asks him if "someone put in a suppressor". Her suddenly deteriorated power makes him anxious for MC's future safety, and his fear has good reason – he is aware of the dangers posed to her by EVER.

He is also just simply desperate for her to regain her memories, which is also understandable. His pain and grief and frustration over his literal soulmate being unable to remember a single thing about him makes even more sense now after Death and Rebirth and the Timelock Key event. I'm ngl I wouldn't handle the same scenario well at all either, but would probably have a major crashout, especially if I'd done and been through all that Sylus has. In early LAR Sylus is basically a person who is desperately trying to remind a loved one (a literal chosen soulmate at that) with amnesia of their past and of themself. (An example of his trying to jog her memories is this part right here where he is recreating an environment mimicking the arena they fought in as kids).

To put it simply, Sylus isn't calm or rational or gentle because the situation he is in is deeply emotionally distressing and unexpected, and in his distraught state he is willing to cross lines he would not in normal situations. He loses himself, going as far as to override his core principle re: MC (her autonomy and consent). In this instance of raw hurt and desperation he thinks that the ends justify the means. This alone shows that he is not in a good or normal state of mind (and again why would he be?)

Now, that being said, does Sylus' emotional distress excuse his actions or make them justifiable? No. Because what he did in LAR simply isn't justifiable and isn't meant to be.

Like I've said before, you'll never catch me defending his actions or making excuses for them regardless of Sylus' reasonings. His behavior was wrong, and is portrayed as such by the narrative. We are meant to be uncomfortable and upset by those scenes. And we are meant to take MC's side and empathise with her as the victim of harsh and fucked up treatment, (while we can also with the context we now have also empathise with Sylus' emotional pain and anxiety – but we shouldn't excuse or justify him). Sylus himself realizes that he went way too far and obviously deeply regrets it – that's why his behavior changes notably afterwards. He is never again forceful or coercive with MC, but on the contrary always walks at her pace, and is twice shown to be prepared to let go of her. And I think his character is all the more beautiful for the fact that he is capable of learning from his mistakes and of bettering himself.

So in summary; Sylus behaving out of character in those early chapters makes perfect sense considering the circumstances and is imo an instance of good and realistic writing rather than bad or thoughtless. The writers were not in any way doing Sylus dirty, but were showing us a character that is flawed and emotionally hurting and capable of fucking up royally in certain situations, but who is also capable of real self reflection and of learning from his mistakes. The early chapters in LAR are integral to his character development, adding layers and depth and vulnerability to him and thus, ironically enough, make him more "human".

This is my perspective anyway, and I hope that it provided some food for thought ♡. I do want to say though that if you still feel the same re: Sylus' behavior, or if you have a completely different perspective from mine, that's ok and understandable. As always I am simply stating my own personal thoughts and interpretations, nothing more nothing less. Not trying to influence or change the way anyone thinks or feels or stating that my interpretation is the "correct" one. I am just working with the material we currently have and trying to piece the pieces together in the way that makes most sense to me, but which inevitably might not to others.

[urautismdiagnosis-wistie]

Some aro ace barnacles thoughts

<I was gonna make this post a long time ago but i forgot 😔👍 keep in mind its a spectrum that can vary between people but this is just how I see the capn personally IN MY OWN AU and u don't have to agree and I am chill and enjoy other views✌ the specific headcanons may change a bit but eh>

Also keep in mind aro ace is a SPECTRUM and please feel free to ask me for clarifications of anything confusing and be respectful 👍

Let's gooo

Barnacles showed alot of signs of aro ace tendencies even when he was younger. He liked the idea of courting and spending your time with someone, but he found the idea of romantic passion nonsensical. Why commit so many feelings to someone you don't even know that deeply? That was his reasoning

The most "romantic" attraction hes ever felt can be more accurately described as an excited sort of fondness. Sure he can be excited about a person and think about them more often, but there's no butterfly feelings, anxiety, or "crush symptoms."

In some cases it may be more accurate to think of it as either cuteness aggression or just an autistic guy wanting to squeeze ur hand to show how much he loves you. He does LOVE the habits of courting though. Gift giving, personal messages, spending one on one time? It just sounds so lovely.

He does find certain people "rather pretty" if he's gotten to know them for a while. He personally sees it as a general admiration sense he never felt any need to pursue anyone based on appearances.

Regardless though, hes pretty unaware of his aro ace spectrum nature for a LONG time. Its only after he like. Realized that "oh wait a second... I'm like... kissing the homie gn (literally forehead and cheek kisses), holding the homie gn, and couldn't imagine living without my guy (kwazii) in every soft moment of my life'"

and he was like. "Hold on a minute. Am i- wait a second. No- it couldn't be. WELL obviously I'm not queer because its not like I want to make out with him!!! Yeah I just wanna snuggle him every night and admire his pretty eyes and share my soul with him even if I'm scared and trust him with my heart and share every part of my life with hi- oh no."

Anyways he had a silent crisis for a few weeks until tweak and inkling slapped some sense into him 💀✌

Onto some uh... kinda sadder thoughts. Here's the thing. Hes a polar bear and like. Whether he likes it or not their numbers are dwindling. Whether its less children being born because of global warming/loss of traditional polar jobs and financial security-

or because a good chunk of polar bears are mixing with grizzlies and having kids that will never fully understand the arctic culture purely for the fact that they live more south and physically can't be mischievous and jump from ice flows or partake in their traditions that rely on artic conditions.

So even though he knows it is his own choice,he always felt guilty for never "getting in a situation to where he COULD have kids" and raise them the artic way the best he could like Bianca did- alot of elder polar bears (including his own mother) expected him to especially since he was rather successful.

At first he blamed it on not hitting it off with anyone cuz he was too young, then he blamed it on college studies, and then he became an octonaut and basically rationalized "well I'm sacrificing that future and bringing something of equal value by reducing the effects of global warming and helping the environment!"

He still has a silent sense of guilt he mostly represses though, because he doesn't realize that he's not naturally inclined to want a marital spouse like that. He just thinks he was irresponsible or even too scared to commit and now he's too late. Its him being confused and blaming himself for things he thinks he's "failed" at.

His sense of guilt is NOT a GOOD or HEALTHY thing.

Later on near his 40s hell realize that he sees kwazii as a life partner (qpr) and they'll fully commit to that with some fun tattoos of eachothers paw prints X3 at some point hell learn what aro ace and qpr actually means but at he's content with his relationships

[kkuras-gamer-gf]

Drunk on you | Huh Yunjin

Smut

Established relationship, fiancees, Drunk sex (both drunk), top!yunjin, fingering, praise, night out leads to desperate sex in bathroom, reader wears a skirt, chaewon mention

Yunjin never kept her hands to herself, not even sober, and she's not so secretly a horny drunk so it's no surprise that her hand is creeping up your bare thigh as she bypasses your skirt dangerously high almost brushing against the edges of your underwear, while ordering more drinks for your table. Looking at her, face red from the shots of soju you had both taken minutes before, strands of hair falling into her face you almost let her get away with her.

"Jen." You say simply, a slight warning grabbing her hand and moving down to sit on your knee, though there's no might behind it as your brain was fuzzy both from the alcohol and the sight of your hot sweaty fiancee. The gingers head swings towards you away from the waitress who's now focused on your friends.

"Hm?" A playful smirk at the edges of her lips.

"We're in public."

"So?" Her voice lowering, as she gets closer to you and her hand slowly sliding up again.

The glare you send her way makes her smile falter just slightly before she pouts a bit, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips, a familiar distraction tactic that almost works before you're interrupted.

"Can you guys get a room?" Yunjin's best friend, Chaewon, loudly exclaims from the other side of the table before you could scold Yunjin breaking you apart.

"You're just jealous." Yunjin immediately quips back, entering her usual bickering match with Chaewon.

Her black painted fingertips rest on your mid inner thigh as she gets distracted, hand squeezing every couple of seconds.

Now finding yourself to become increasingly needy, subconsciously rubbing your thighs against each other which doesn't go unnoticed by your observant fiancee even as she's loudly talking across the table.

"You okay baby?" She whispers next to your ear over the loud bar, faux concern laced with a teasing tone, hand moving up a bit.

"Uh, yeah." Your breath hitching when you finally look at her.

Maybe it was the drinks but she looked otherworldly in the moment, like time slowed down. Big glossy eyes staring at you as she licks her plump lips that are painted red and stuck in a permanent smirk.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." You add, standing quickly and rushing away.

It's a small bathroom, just one stall. You splash some watch in your face looking at the mirror, trying to gather yourself before your fiancee hurriedly follows you in here.

Almost as if on cue the heavy door swings open, you can see orange hair in the reflection but its a blur as she quickly grabs your hips to turn you and capture your lips in a needy, heated kiss.

"You look so fucking good." She murmurs against your lips, not able to pull away, "Can't keep my hands off you." Her hands slid under your shirt as she said those words, grasping desperately at your chest like she'll die if she doesn't touch you, which if you ask her she would, "Can't even wait til we get home."

"J-jen" You whimper, a stark contrast to a few minutes ago when you said the same.

"I know baby, I know." Her right hand now slipping to play with the edge of your skirt, lightly brushing against your thighs, "Want me to touch you?"

"Please."

You don't have to beg, not with Yunjin, but it doesn't hurt just to see that look in her eyes. The girls pupils somehow got even bigger, a mix of lust and adoration. Her fingertips rubbing over the fabric of your pretty underwear that you of course wore with her in mind.

"You're so wet for someone who was pushing my hand away." She remarks teasingly, applying more pressure over your underwear as she speaks.

"S-shut up"

There's no weight behind your words, more of a whimper than anything, and cut short by the ginger finally pushing your underwear aside to slide two fingers inside you. One hand clawing at her shoulders to bring her closer while the other grasps the sink.

"My pretty girl, so wet for me." Her breathless whispers fill your ears as her pace inside you is quick, messy and desperate. Your hips move on their own to meet her pace, grinding your clit on her palm trying anything to get more friction, "That's it. Ride my fingers."

The soft dominance in her voice sends a shiver up your spine.

"O-oh fuck."

Your knees buckling a bit underneath you, Yunjin's hand grounded you by the waist. Your own arousal drips down your thighs and you're sure that it would show past the edge of your skirt, for all to see.

"You're doing so well." Her lips kissing the skin on your neck as she whispers.

"M-mm please"

Close to your release embarrassingly soon, her fingers knowing you all too well.

"Gonna cum all over my fingers?" Her fingers speeding up even more, her other hand now focused on keep you upright as your legs shake.

"Please. Yes." Words near sobs, your nails definitely leaving marks on her back, head nodding rapidly.

"Yeah?" She smiles down at you, adoringly with lust creeping in, "Cum for me baby."

On command your legs nearly give out, and you're biting back loud moans as your orgasm rushes over you.

"You did so good."  She says as you cling to her.

Pulling her fingers out of you as you take a breath, making a show of sticking them in her mouth and sucking. A cocky smile showing before she pulls you into a kiss, making you taste yourself on her tongue.

"Let's go home, yeah? Wanna taste you more" She says against your lips.

You can't tell if her drunken mumbles and the blush on her face were from the alcohol or if she really was just drunk on you but before you know it she's pulling you out of the bathroom, straight to the bars entrance and ignoring your group of friends who were staring questioningly. By the pink on your cheeks and efforts to avoid eye contact as you wave goodbye to them, they put together what happened.

Yunjin didn't pay them any mind. Only having one thing in mind, getting you in her bed.

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tenna headcanons

sfw and nsfw relationship headcanons for tenna!

never doubt me because when i have a hyperfixation i don't PLAY

The sweetest to you, he will do just about anything to keep you happy. Giant bouquets of flowers, broadcasts dedicated to you, extravagant dates, the whole works

Makes sure everyone within a ten mile radius knows the two of you are an item. You're so so dear to him <3

Pet names for you consist of sweetheart, honey, sugar, and muffin. He goes overboard sometimes, and probably uses these nicknames more than your actual name

He gets veeery insecure, so he needs a lot of reassurance. Whether it be about himself or your relationship, he will constantly ask you for your favorite things about him, the reasons you're with him, if you would love him if he were a worm

Expect to play minigames with him constantly. He likes to take you on little game dates, where he leads your avatar around the beach and takes pictures of the two of you together

Anyone who asks about you will be subject to a six-page thesis in real time about how amazing you are and everything Tenna loves about you

When he's flustered, blush pops up on his screen and you can swear that you see him switch to static for a minute

He would be the one to confess first, no matter how worried he was that you would reject him

Even though Tenna is flashy, his confession of love would be incredibly personal. He would almost shrink a little as he admitted to his feelings, getting emotional as he accepted the fact that you would most likely reject him

He, of course, was overjoyed when you reciprocated. Returned to normal size as cheerful music blared, scooping you up in his arms and pressing kisses all over your face

He loves everything about you, and he thinks you're perfect. He has to sneak in at least one reference to you every time he's on-air

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

I see him as a switch; he prefers being a service top but he'll bottom when he's feeling particularly down on himself

When he's upset with his employees, dom all the way. Probably the kind of guy to bend you over his desk to blow off steam

To him, there's no better way to spend his night than with his face between your legs. Much prefers giving oral than fingering, in my very humble opinion

Will lightly toy with the idea of exhibitionism, in the way that he'd have you under his desk and sucking him off while in a meeting or something

Horrific praise kink. Please tell him how good he is, what a great job he's doing, how badly you needed him. He will increase his efforts by tenfold.

I headcanon that his antennas are super sensitive, which you likely either find out by accident or in the heat of the moment. He'll beg for you to touch them while you ride his face or fuck him

Vocal as hell (especially if you play with the antennas), he is practically incapable of staying quiet. He whimpers and moans when he's being more gentle or subbing, and lets out groans and hisses while pounding into you during his more dominant moments

Loooves to tease you, both with pet names in the moment and overstimulation. He can be unrelenting when he wants to be

Not big into pain (both giving and receiving), but will tug on your hair when particularly lost in blowing off steam

Lowkey has a breeding kink, even if he may never acknowledge it. Just can't get enough of filling you up.

Whether his comment to Mike about kids is true or not, if you are able (and want) to carry children, it'll become his newest fixation. The second you give him the go-ahead, yeah, he's creampie-ing you for weeks

He prefers to actually fuck you instead of just jacking off, but if he doesn't have any other options, he'll gladly pump himself to the thought of you while at his desk. Free hand covering his mouth while his monitor practically burns, whines of your name spilling from his lips

Size kink is basically a given with him. I mean, he towers over everybody, so you are of course no exception. Holding your much smaller hands over your head as he pins you against the wall to obliterate your insides is one of his guilty pleasures

hope you guys enjoyed reading :) tenna my beloved i hope i did you justice