#and i dont even like it its too sweet and it tastes like really cold coffee after a while

[revelboo]

Idk if you know this but wasps fucking. LOVE sugar and honey. Its what the adults usually eat iirc. Thats why Wasps usually go after bee hives (for multiple reasons, the bees become food for the larval wasps, its basically an all you can eat buffet, its also getting rid of competition, ect)

Anyways. All this to say: Waspinator finding the sugar/honey and being like "What. What is??? Smells weird, like antifreeze a bit. is it antifreeze?? (bc fun fact waaaay back in the day Antifreeze actually had a sweet taste that was super dangerous bc ppl would poison others with it so a bittering agent had to be added but like, i dont think that would be a thing for cybertronians so theyre used to mildly sweet antifreeze anyways-) Then he tastes it and is like OH FUCK YEAH LETS GOOOOOOO. But sadly sugar is SUPER BAD for vehicles like cars and stuff. So i imagine poor Waspinator goes on a sugar bender and then comes to like "Wha happun...." and hes aching and feels AWFUL, sprawled out in the barn, covered in christmas lights from someone else's house and SO much dirt and sand from like 6 different states and the human is just like "So. youre awake. Get up, i got the powerwasher. You're COVERED in dead bugs, youre not coming in my house."

Oh, I love this!

Worker Bee Pt 19

Waspinator x Reader

• Inhaling because you don’t have the energy to deal with his misguided ‘dating’ right now or even to try and figure out why he thinks that could ever work, you yank your hand out of his grip and he makes a noise of whining protest. But you can flex your fingers now even though they’re sore. Magic, alien bug spit. “Waspinator, sweetie. I have to report in to my boss and get some loan applications processed or I’m going to get fired.” And he’s just staring at you, head tilting. You’re pretty sure all he heard was ‘Waspinator blah blah blah.’ Right. “If I get fired I can’t afford food or my house.” That he’s pretty much trashed. “I’ll be homeless.” There’s a reaction, antenna back and wings buzzing. “You don’t want that, right?”

• “No,” he growls, wings humming and flaring out slightly. Because no one is taking little friend’s hive away. And you reach up and pat him on the cheek. ‘Great. So you just go watch cartoons, okay? And be quiet,’ you say, nudging him into the other room and he allows it, because you’re touching him voluntarily. Settling himself on the couch, he fidgets with the skinny control stick that makes the screen work like you’d shown him. Can hear you talking to someone else on the little screen he’s forbidden from touching. Why do you sound different talking to them? Venting in annoyance, he fidgets before slipping out of the hive to patrol. Too agitated at the idea of someone daring to try and take your home, his home.

• Somehow you manage to convince your boss that you’ve not been checking in because you’ve been deathly ill. Too ill to go to the doctor. At least, you pray he brought that lie. Catching up on loan applications, it’s a couple of hours before the quiet really registers. Maybe Waspinator is just being good. Watching cartoons. Teeth gritting, you can’t make yourself believe that. He’s got to be quietly destroying something. Or rooting up someone else’s azaleas to drag in your house to go with the other one. Dating. How are you going to explain to him that’s not happening?

• Roaming the property, his wings tuck close to his back against the cold. Heading through the trees surrounding your home, he moves in a widening spiral and vents softly when he leaves the trees and comes across a series of black boxes. That smell sweet. Circling one and toying with it, that scent is somewhat familiar. Sweet and cloying. Transforming he leans his upper body on the box and uses his mandibles to begin chewing through it to get to that delicious smell.

• Startling when you hear a boom, you inhale. Then there are several more in quick succession, you save your work and get up. Know the guy closest to you is a bit trigger happy, but if he’s shooting at skunks again and you have to smell a dead skunk for two weeks straight again, you’re going to- the house is quiet. Swearing, you run to get your boots and coat after realizing Waspinator isn’t in the house. Why would he go over there, though? The old man is coming out of the woods, face ruddy and wearing coveralls and slippers, a shotgun in his hands when you get outside into the snow. “Are you out of your mind?!” You scream at him, going with righteous indignation. And the old man hesitates but doesn’t lower the shotgun. ‘There’s a monster wasp. I saw it. Tore up my bee hives,’ he says, turning in a circle. “You’ve seen some whiskey. You even hear yourself? A monster wasp?” Feel bad as you say, trying to convince him he’s crazy to get him to leave. “Get the hell off my property before I call the cops!” And he’s scowling at you, insisting he saw it as you dig out your phone in threat and he starts moving. How much are bee hives? Because you’re going to owe him. Waiting until you’re sure he’s long gone, you head into the barn.

• Groaning and shivering uncontrollably, his head lifts when the hay he’d burrowed into is dug away from him. And his little friend has come to see him, eyes narrowed. “Waspinator’s frieeeend,” he drawls, feeling absolutely awful and jittery as he snares you with two limbs and drags you into the hay with him, curling his altmode around you, limbs grabbing on as you wriggle, screeching that’s he’s sticky. Very, very sticky. And feeling not quite overenergized, but close. Processor miserably buzzing as he rests his head on top of yours and curls tighter around your warmth.

• “Let go!” He’s back in his awful giant wasp form and he’s curling up like wasps do when they die. Is he dying? And he’s forcing you into a ball, legs drawn up to your chest as his thorax curls up. He’s humming now. Is he singing? Wait. Is he drunk? Arms now pinned to your chest, you can feel whatever he’s absolutely covered in sticking to you, too. Beehives. It’s honey. He’s covered in honey and dead bugs. And you are, too now. Why? Why is he like this? Legs shifting against you as he slurs ‘Waspinator’s little warm friiiiend.’ Wondering how long it’ll take him to sober up right as he makes a funny hitching noise and you’re thrashing to get away when he shudders and does it again. “Don’t you dare throw up honey on me-Waspinator! Don’t you dare!”

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[sleepincrow]

contains: toxic behaviour, toxic!reader this was itching my brain, idk what to tell you. i like having morally ambigious reader... or idk, is it too tame? i have no idea where the line meets and ends when it comes to dark shit cus i usually stay in the other side of the line. whenever i think of dark stuff its in a comedic-ish light and everything turns fluffy in the end idfk. tell me what else i should add in the warnings 😞

edit: i made it readable, i should really start readproofing.

hear me out..

reader who doesnt do anything when their boyfriend is mean. like theyre just generally pissed off and huffing at you when youre trying to greet them with open arms and a warm smile when they come home.

reader who doesnt confront them about their horrible behavior and how it affected them. no, just stay silent, take in whatever your boyfriend had to say or do and leave him be.

ohooooh, you mightve done nothing but youre going to give them something much worse than a silent treatment.

youre not a doormat. youre not a crybaby.

i want reader to be absolutely menacing. if that man doesnt come back crawling, apologizing to you, youre gonna make him.

do you understand me? the anger, the absolute disgust that bubbles in your stomach, that claws its way up your chest like an animal looking for a fresh breath of air before it starts to hunt.

youre silent all of the sudden, giving him the driest texts known to man, leaving him on seen with texts that dont technically need a reply instead of dragging the conversation longer with a picture of a cat you saw on your way home. youre picking up more work than usual, unable to cut some time, telling him youve got things to do—things more important than having to watch some tv with him, be in bed with him.

youre clever. you know your schedule, and you know his. rearrange everything, make sure to make as much commotion in your life that doesnt include him, so when he confronts you, youre technically telling the truth when you say youre busy.

because why bother coming home early, greeting him, surprising him with dinner and a loving kiss?

then watch it all go down. technically, youre not doing anything wrong, youve got your plate full with a screenshot of your planned calendar to pair with it as sweet, sweet evidence.

youre watching him slightly deteriorate. watch him panic. he'll buy you flowers, in which you put in a vase but never take care of like before. he'll buy you jewelry you wont wear because "theyre beautiful but i like the old ones too! ill wear them on a special occassion" that wont ever come.

the frustrated, panicked look on his face is priceless. it feels so good. he cant even be mad because youre not even cheating! you have all the alibis, all the witnesses. youre perfectly happy and sweet as before! just.. not as responsive, not as present. but thats not your fault, thats your job's!

if he pays for you, slowly start paying your half of everything. shows that you are stable and everything would be perfectly fine if he went up in left. in the end, thats why he got angry with you in the first place, right? he's so okay with being angry, not telling you his problems, that he can keep it to himself, right?

he doesnt need your lap to lay his head on, not your food that you prepare for him when he comes home, not the soft touches you leave on his overworked skin and definitely not the words that you coo at him everyday before he pissed you off.

make him know what the once delicious thought of takeout tastes like once he's left to fend for himself while you go out for overtime at work! trust me, its gonna taste a hell of a lot more bland, a lot more dull. depressing, really.

dont even get me STARTED on sex. (i wont, not now)

this is all justifiable, right? after all, this is how you communicate your feelings right? this is how you can show him how you felt when he showed you a cold shoulder at your warm embrace! let him have the full experience when you felt pathetic, miserable, useless.

plus, youre not wrong, arent you? you can leave whenever you want! who is he to tell you that you cant leave? as if he owns you—is that what he thinks? is that what he thinks of you? just a not-so-significant other that he can come home to whenever he wants and project his feelings unto?

no, no youre not. youre not gonna take that bullshit. he can roll it up, pack it in a bag and beat it if thats what he's thinking. no, both of you are holding an end of a rope in this relationship. a big, thick rope which you can cut off with that large ass scissor you both have.

this is just you telling him, reminding him that you can cut it whenever you like! its not threatening, not manipulation, straight truth! you CAN leave any relationship you like! its his problem if he doesnt like it, right?

your poor little boyfriend has to get his act together! start thinking straight! unless he wants to deal with your unyielding, harsh wrath for the rest of his soon-to-be miserable life.

after all, he made the first threat to your relationship, right? its just a reminder!

[ohmy-gojo]

kiss the cook!

making them food (early relationship) ෆ : gojo, geto, ino

gojo ⁠♡

– we all know this man loves sweets

– but he often gets stomach aches bc the store ones are unhealthy (also bc he inhales them all the time)

– so you decided to make him homemade sweets one day which are both healthy and tasty

– after a long mission he returns home and was exhausted. he just wanted to shower and then cuddle you

– but you were nowhere to be found which is weird bc you always greet him when hes back

– thats when he smelled something yummy...and sweet?! (dont know how he cld smell sweets)

– immediately follows the smell and finds you taking them out of the oven

– when you explain that it was for him he literally said "marry me"

– he meant it genuinely bc?? a girl making him sweets bc its healthy homemade?? do you prefer ruby, diamond or gold rings? or all of them?

– dramatically cries and says he loves you so much.

geto ♡

– I think he isnt a picky eater at all bc he has to swallow curses all the time

– so whatever you make him, he will enjoy it

– swallowing curses makes him feel gross and icky

– so you decided to help him out by making him mini macarons he could carry with him on missions and remove the gross taste of curses

– when you gave him the cute box with a ribbon on it he was confused when he saw macarons in it. he loves them but it was so random

– when you explain the reason why you made them, he was so touched

– you caring about him and spending your time making him those made him realize how much he adores you

– kisses and thanks you with so much love in his eyes

– now he gets excited everytime he has to swallow curses so he can try your macarons lol

– gojo tries to steal them once and faces getos wrath (start of his villain era fr)

ino ♡

– ino always bought his meal from outside/ordered takeouts

– its not as if he doesnt know how to cook but hes not really good at it and doesnt have the time

– so one day you woke up early in the morning and made his favorite for breakfast when you slept over at his place

– when he woke up he saw you laid out yummy dishes for him, even placed a flower on the vase and make the setting more adorable

– even though he was overjoyed he was also a little confused and said it was not his birthday today

– "do i really need to do something for you only in your birthday?" you chuckled

– if you thought this man was not a simp for you before, well now you will see

– his reaction is worse than gojos lol

– jumped on you and couldnt stop kissing you and the flurry of thank yous coming out of his mouth. had tears in his eyes too bc no one has really done something like this for him before :(

– you had to remind him that the food was getting cold in order for him to leave you

– after breakfast you gave him the bento you packed for him for lunch

– this time he really cried.

note: i was supposed to do higuruma too but i have 2% charge on my phone😭 bye

[freaksun]

hot, hotter, hottest

part 2 of this ! i actually fucking hate this but some people asked for a part two so I feel like i should post it anyways lol

super long and boring and no p in v happens plus the writing is just bad cause i was stoned to get thru it lmaooo

sorry guys ive never written smut before 🥲🥲send some smut requests so i can practice!!

“im gonna close the door”

you’re giddy, practically tripping over your own feet on the short walk to his bedroom door. you take a deep breath, your hand resting on the cheap flimsy wood. you hope to ground yourself so you can really remember this. whatever this is gonna be.

he’s trying to calm himself too, his hands running up and down his thighs, trying to focus his hands on the denim of his jeans. he leans back against his bed -still sitting on the floor- takes a deep breath, and watches you come back to him.

he adores your smile everyday, but even moreso now that theres a coy tilt of your neck, tilting your chin inward.

you’re not sure how to re-initiate a hot-and-heavy makeout session. you feel awkward and nervous but the way hes looking at you certainly helps. plus, its making you feel hot.

youre still standing while his face is at about waist level. youve been in this position before but this time hes not hiding how it makes him feel. hes looking up at you with a hungry, downright devilish look in his eyes. his hands come up your thighs, rubbing up and down the soft fabric of your pajama pants and stopping at your hips.

“i love you too, y’know”

his big brown eyes stare up into yours, crawling up into your brain and consuming your thoughts entirely. he wants, no, needs you to know he means it.

you run your hands through his hair, petting him like you’ve been dating forever. there are a million things your mind tells you to say, but you cant articulate anything, too caught up in the excitement of this moment.

you crawl onto the bed behind him. he follows you, laying on his stomach looking at you while you get comfortable (as comfortable as you can with the way your heart is pounding and youre in a cold sweat) with your arms wrapped around your knees, holding them close for comfort.

something he always liked about you is your cute little self-soothing behaviours. the way you try so hard to be present in every moment, to not miss a thing.

“you ok?” he touches your shin softly, rubbing on it comfortingly and then sliding his hand down to wrap around your ankle. hes always touchy like this, tries his best to make you feel loved and safe while also using it as an excuse to touch and love on you.

“yeah.. im fine, eds.” you smile, but it doesnt reach your ears. he frowns, in a overdramatic cartoony ‘i know youre lying’ kind of way. silly as he is.

“im just..” you sigh “i dunno.. i guess ive wanted this so long. dreamed about it, yanno?”

hes blushing, suddenly bashful.

“yeah, i know baby.. me too.” he doesnt want to admit to all the times hes thought about how you’d sound, how you’d feel under him, how you’d taste and what you’d be into. doesnt want to confess to touching himself staring at a model pretending its you, or imagining it was your hand wrapped around his cock. so all he says is me too.

“i just- what if.. what if im not good? what if i cant.” you struggle to say the words out loud

“what if i cant make you.. f-feel good and you change your mind?” your eyes bore into his, wide and shining with passion

his mouth feels dry as he stares back with an awestruck expression. he cant imagine a world where you’d be naked in front of him, and he’d do anything but worship you.

“baby..” he sits up, looking you in your eyes

“i- i dont want you for that, i love you.” he caresses your face, pinching your cheek lightly.

“I dont care about that stuff, y’know? and.. you know, im not-“ he laughs nervously

“Im not that.. well versed.” he clears his throat

your eyes widen “you mean..” you cant believe hes a virgin, looking like that?? being as sweet and charming and fucking sexy as him??

“N-no!! I mean ive had.. experiences, but.” hes all stuttery and nervous, you find it incredibly endearing. “I dont think they liked me all that much.. it was just embarrassing, honestly.”

you dont know what to say. you feel bad, but you dont think a pitied tone would really help him. you think it might emasculate him or whatever..

“Oh..” your eyes flicker between his lips and making eye contact. its selfish, but you enjoy the idea of being his first nice experience.. “come here.”

you open your knees so he can crawl between them, slotting himself there nice and snug as you grab his face and pull him in.

your eyes are already closed, mouth slightly open when his lips hit yours, and in seconds, its tongues clashing fighting for dominance as you both make quiet noises of pleasure

his hands move down, one on your hip holding you possesively, the other grazing your chest, timid. you grab his wrist and force his hand down, giving him complete permission, almost begging him.

his large hand squeezes gently, he groans immediately at the soft squish of your clothed boob.

he pulls back just to groan “fuck” and “you have no idea how long ive wanted to touch your pretty tits”

you giggle at his boyish slang, it makes you feel dirty but in a good way, like a teenage fantasy.

(and you were his, so…)

you tug at his shirt, staring up at him with doe eyes, looking innocent despite the way your thighs are already squeezing him. he smirks and wastes no time in ripping his lazy band tee off.

your breath shudders, eyes taking his lean torso in. you’ve seen him shirtless plenty of times - and yes of course you noticed when he suddenly had abs and a slender v line running down into his pants- but seeing him like this, his chest heaving in big adrenaline filled breaths, leaning over you with a nasty look in his eyes… it was almost too much

“like what you see?” he teases, ego beaming at the way you falter, eyes stuck drinking him in.

“so much.” your fingertips softly run up his abs, following up to grab the back of his neck to pull him in yet again, you just cant get enough of this thing youve been yearning for so long.

he chuckles against your lips, then gently takes your bottom lip between his teeth and pulls ever-so-gently.

you whine much to his delight, sounding absolutely wrecked and pathetic.

your hands roam around his neck, running up his head to get a nice handful of hair, pulling at it while he swipes his tongue across your teeth and you giggle

“you are a freak” you giggle and pull his head back, exposing that pretty neck of his

he groans, and almost whimpers and the sound is fucking delicious, goes directly between your thighs.

you latch onto his neck, sucking and nibbling gently, a touch of pain that you know he’ll like

and he does, blatantly, whining and sounding just as pathetic as you. (if not more)

he can feel you smirking against the wet skin you just defiled, and feels he needs to get some power back in this battle for dominance

he thumbs at the hem of your shirt

“can i take this off?” you crumble all over again at how sweet he is, how sweet you knew he’d be

“go for it, rockstar” you smile and he thinks you might be a siren sent to ruin his life

he pulls your cute fitted shirt up over your head and you thank the universe that you wore your good bra, the lilac one with the cute pattern sewn into it

he swallows, like a nervous cartoon and you fall even deeper for him

“h-holy shit” he mutters under his breath and you’re not sure if he even knows he did

“very romantic” you scoff, teasing him

“sorry, i mean.. holy shit”

you sit up, your knees in between his

“s’just a bra eds..” youre smiling in that way he almost never sees you smile and he thinks you enjoy tormenting him (you do, very much)

“wanna take it off?” you look up at him, innocent eyes right above the most sinfil smirk

he nods quickly, eyes wide to match his whole cartoon thing

he snakes his slender arms around you, and you feel his warm hands fumbling the clasp while his tongue sticks out in concentration

he looks entirely too nervous for your liking, getting more and more discouraged every second he cant get it off. he wants to be charming and smooth and sexy, not geeky and awkward and not able to take a fucking bra off

“s’okay baby” you kiss his cheek, your voice soft but stern

“no rush. you got it, try again” your encouraging words in that buttery sultry tone makes him wanna devote himself to you

he takes a deep breath and tries two more times, his eyes light up when he sees your straps fall down your arms

he bites his lips as a subconscious grounding technique as he pulls your bra down your arms and off your chest, he wants to remember every inch of you, just incase you change your mind and never wanna do this again

his lashes flutter the second your tits are exposed, his jaw going slack and you swear his eyes glaze over.

“God fucking damn, mama” his hands trail up your hips, the sides of your tummy, and tremble lightly as they feel you, finally

his eyes flicker to yours but he cant seem to maintain eye contact when your perfect tits are right in front of him, literally in his hands

in a total trance he follows his instincts on autopilot, leaning down to kiss his way to your nipple without even thinking

his kisses trail from the top of your chest down to the swell of your boob, his hand on your shoulder softly pushing you to lay on his pillows, propped up in the perfect position for him to lick and then latch his lips to your nipple, softly sucking

you gasp quietly, most guys just made out with you before sex, none have ever been interested in much foreplay - especially like this, his tongue circling your sensitive nipple, his hand squeezing your other boob and playing with that nipple too

your hands find his head quickly, running your fingers through his hair and gently massaging, making him moan the loudest yet

he’s practically slipping into sub space, completely entranced in the act of service while you pet his head like a good dog

he pulls off you with a *pop* , licking you a few more times for good measure before he’s looking up at you, completely wrecked

his hair is messy, face flushed, eyes lidded with heavy want, and his lips all bright pink

“will you please let me taste you?” his voice is lamblike, practically begging

your breath hitches as you continue gently scratching at his scalp

“o-okay” you’re entirely unsure, no one else had ever shown any interest in going down on you, too preoccupied with hitting and running without even asking if you got off, and the idea of him between your thighs like that is making you tremble

“thank you” he moans against your skin, kissing both tits, your tummy, above your fleecy pjs that cover your cunt

your eyelids flutter, the combination of his good manners and his face so close to your most sensitive and intimate place making you dizzy

his eyes meet yours, a giddy expression on his stupid face as he pulls your pjs down your hips but you stutter when he takes your panties between his fingers

“i-i..” he looks up at you with wide eyes

“do you not want me to? w-we dont have to..” he gently rubs your thigh

“n-i do, im just..” he smiles suddenly and you think its odd, but its just him reading you like a book as always

“no one’s ever done this before?” you blush and look down at your bare thighs, shaking your head

“look at me baby” you do. “thats a real shame. real fucking shame no ones ever kissed this pretty pussy” hes never seen your eyes this wide and it fuels his ego for this whole charming thing hes doing

“its gonna feel real good baby, what are you scared of?” hes direct but its clear in his face hes not judging you and you know he’d never pressure you into anything

“uh-i- uhm. just- just stop if its bad, ok?” you stop making eye contact

he cant think of a sophisticated and sweet thing to say so he opts for shutting you up

he adjusts his grip on your thighs and pulls you closer to him, his nose poking at your clothed clit

he smirks, absolutely giddy as he pulls your panties down gently, looking into your eyes for a second before he cant help staring as more of you is revealed

his entire demeanour changes once theyre off and you swear you hear him whisper some sort of prayer quietly

he wastes no time, his lips gently kissing your bare pussy trying to be as gentlemanly as he’d always fantasized but he cant help himself for more than a second before losing his composure and eating you like a madman

his tongue runs up and down your slit, exploring entirely for his own benefit, noting everything he feels in the folders of his memories. it licks up your cunt in a cupped position, scooping up the slick that was all all for him and savouring the taste of you in his mouth. he groans at the taste, then finally his tongue finds your clit and he knows its time to put all his time spent imagining this moment to use

he flicks up and down your knot of nerves, swirling his tongue around once, twice, three times while you whine before smothering your poor clit with his lips and sucking, causing you to practically wail, your hand flying to his hair as your mind fights between the urge to run away from the feeling and the urge to grind against his face

you cry his name as he pulls off with a satisfying pop, a sick smirk on his face as he licks his lips

“feel good?” he teases but youre beyond the point of embarrassment, entirely fucked out and in desperate need of orgasm. youve needed this far too long to be denied now

“god, yes, please, keep going” immediately he knows that you begging is the hottest thing he will ever hear.

his tongue licks up the seam of your pussy, circling around and around your clit while you keen, arching your back so you press into his face. he ventures his tongue down and up inside you, his nice big nose pressing into your clit deliciously. he’s absolutely ecstatic when you start grinding against him, soaking his face even more as his tongue squirms deeper inside you and his nose nudges your swollen clit.

“Fuck, eds! m-more, please!” he smiles at your manners even while he’s tongue-deep inside you, but obliges, moving up to overstimulate your clit while slowly pressing a finger into you. You whine, your back arching and walls clenching around his prodding finger. he quickly adds another finger, moving them gently but firmly pressing into your sweet spot deep inside you. his fingers being longer than yours slipped your mind until they were massaging your insides.

his tongue flicking and fingers fucking eventually drive you to a high pitched orgasm as your thighs close around his head, your body twitching and clenching around his fingers. he licks you softly and fucks you sweet as you cum for him

once your peak hits and your breathing slows to an exhausted pant he gently pulls his fingers out, licking them clean while making sick eye contact with you. he pulls your pjs & underwear back up for you while you catch your breath.

“..Do you want me to return the favour?” you ask timidly after regaining your composure. He laughs nervously and shakes his head, looking down at your bed

“No need, sugar, im taken care of.” he sits up, cringing as he feels his cum sticking to him and his pants, warm but slowly cooling. he refuses to unscrunch his eyes, anticipating laughing and teasing

“fuck thats so hot”

[caliburn-not-calculator]

Detective au fluff. VR-LA is being a sickly Victorian child, just dont ask what 1890s medicine is

Veerle narrowed his eyes at the small cup of medicine being offered to him. He glanced between it and Maxim, who stared sternly back at him over his glasses. Whatever the medicine was its cloying sweet scent was heavy in the air. He pulled his blankets closer around himself and scrunched his nose.

“Do I have to? I’m fine, really, it’s just a—” he was interrupted by his own hacking cough, throat raw and itching. The jolting movement sent another stab of pain through his head, and he stifled a groan lest Maxim think to try and bully him further into resting. “A cough,” he wheezed. “I’m just going to read over some case notes and take it easy, I’ll be fine.”

Maxim raised a brow. Aside from the one sign of judgment he wore an impassive professional facade mixed with the vague allusion of a glare that Veerle imagined had been relatively effective on soldiers, though perhaps not the bedside manner he’d offer anyone else.

“And how has that been working for you?” His companion asked dryly.

“Fine,” he croaked back, though in truth any words he’d tried reading were too small and fuzzy to focus on without starting a dull pounding behind his eyes, but that was acceptable. He’d worked with worse.

Not even considering the defence, Maxim shifted closer, the bed Veerle had been virtually wrestled into dipping under his weight as he sat beside him. He proffered the medicine again.

“Drink, it will help. And then you should sleep. I think we both know any work you do won’t be up to your usual standards.”

Veerle squinted at it again, lip twitching in distaste. “It smells like it’ll coat my entire throat in syrup.”

“Trust me, it does not taste that way.” Veerle didn’t know how to feel about the almost amused crease around Maxim’s eyes.

With a sigh, he slipped a shaking hand from out of the blankets, taking the cup. Maxim covered his hand with his own, steadying his shaking with a firm grasp. He hummed approvingly, helping him guide it to his lips. So much for only pretending to drink it while he got Maxim to look the other way.

Too busy bemoaning his fate to notice the movement, Veerle started as something gently brushed against his jaw. Maxim had leaned forward, fingers sliding beneath his chin to tip his head back, gently but firmly holding him steady. Heat prickled his cheeks, not helped by his companion gently prying his jaw open. At least he could blame his flush on the sickness. The glass rim was starkly cold against his lower lip. He retreated in reflex as the first drops of medicine landed on his tongue, bitingly bitter. Maxim’s grip tightened a fraction.

He tutted at Veerle’s squirming. “Come now, you are not a child. Drinking it in one gulp will be far more tolerable than drawing this out, then I shall fetch you some water. On the count of three.”

Maxim gave him little time to resist, swiftly counting down and tipping the horrid concoction down his throat. He swallow as quickly as he could, still wincing at the taste.

“Good, that’s it,” Maxim murmured, already low voice roughening as he softened his tone.

Veerle wanted to slam his skull into the headboard as his wince involuntarily became a choked warble at the gentle coaxing. Even if he had the strength for it his companion still held him in place, so instead he settled for staring despairingly at the ceiling. Of course, Maxim was always gentle at the worst times. It was difficult enough to mask the foolish flustered feeling he dazed him with when he was doing well, and when Veerle was not, when his companion was the most sweet with him (as much as Maxim could ever be called sweet), it was when his mind was too shot to manage the effort of acting normal.

Either ignoring or uncaring of Veerle’s flusteredness, he set the glass on a side table. It’s clink echoed uncomfortably through his head. Soft and idle, like he hadn’t realised he was doing it let alone meant to, the grip on his chin loosened, Maxim gently petting his jaw as he began to busy himself with his medical bag. Perhaps he was just ensuring his head stayed tipped back so he could spit any of it out or to stop him choking. Probably. No logical reason made the trails of warmth he left in his skin feel anything other than affectionate though. Not that it was, given that Maxim’s capacity for affection seemed to exist only for interesting bugs he found or the occasional stray cat he pet despite his allergy. Veerle leaned his head into the touch, face burning even more.

“Well done,” Maxim said with no particular intonation, though it nonetheless shorted out the better part of his brain. “That will help the cough, and will likely make you quite drowsy as well. Lie down, sleep. I will return shortly.”

Maxim rose, hand falling away from him, and much to his mortification Veerle couldn’t smother the small sad noise its loss drew. His companion paused, glancing back to him with an inscrutable expression. Clearing him throat and shifting, Maxim swiftly reached down, entwining their fingers. He gave his hand a squeeze. Brief, nearly clinical in the mechanical nature, but the pressure and warmth was enough to make Veerle’s head fuzzy. Or perhaps that was the medicine. Maybe both. His companion pulled back, and with nothing more than short nod, spun on his heel and left the room.

Veerle blinked slowly, stare left lingering on the empty doorway. The fuzz in his head only seemed to intensify, muffling the scratching of his throat and panging headache. He settled deeper into his blankets. Just a little waiting and Maxim would return, deliver his water, and likely leave again. In shouldn’t be too hard to slip out of bed or reach for one of his files. He could manage that. He could…

Veerle blinked again, scrunching his eyes shut as a wave of hazy warmth washed through him.

He just had to wait for Maxim to come and go. He’d be back— he’d be back soon…

His train of thought was broken by a yawn, and by the time it subsided the threads of it had drifted into the fog. Blearily, he stared at the door, wondering what it was he was trying to do. He was… waiting? Yes, waiting for Maxim. For… something. The first thing he could remember was his hand in his, fingers laced together, gently holding him steady. Maybe that? Or perhaps… the pleased sounds he made, the hums and soft coaxing when Veerle did what he wanted for once. Was that it?

He let out a slight groan at the cottony feel of his thoughts. Ephemeral and foggy, not unpleasant but entirely too hard to grasp.

Maxim had told him to rest… Yes, yes that was it.

Maybe if he did that then his friend would come hold him gently and be satisfied. Veerle yawned again, though this time he did not try and peel his eyes open, rather he melted into the bed, weakly tugging at the blankets until his arms were too heavy to move.

By the time Maxim returned, his breath had steadied out. He stopped short in the doorway, his detective companion fast asleep with face turned toward the door. He softened his steps and set the water glass carefully on the side table. He lingered for a moment, watching the steady rise and fall of Veerle’s chest. Cautious not to wake him, he settled the blankets more securely around his shoulders, then left quietly as he’d came.

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What do you think each entity tastes like?

OOOH, LIST TIME! I LOVE LISTS

ITS LONG SO I PUT A CUT HERE TO NOT CLOG DASHBOARDS

THE BURIED

WELL. LIKE DIRT. NATURAL BUT OPPRESSIVE OF ANY OTHER TASTE EXCEPT FOR DIRT.

THE CORRUPTION

LIKE YOU TOOK A LEMON WARHEAD CANDY AND CRANKED IT UP TO 11. OVERPOWERINGLY SWEET AND SOUR AT THE SAME TIME, MAKING YOUR TEETH ACHE AND ROT AND YOUR FEATURES SCRUNCH UP.

THE DARK

LIKE AN OLD DINERS' HOT COCOA. NOT A POWDERED MIX, NO. DELIBERATELY MELTED CHOCOLATE, OVERTAKING THE WHITE CREAME IN IT WITH ITS THICKNESS. THE WHIPPED CREAM ON TOP MELTED IN IT, NOW JUST BUBBLES AT THE TOP OF THE SMOOTH WARM ABYSS IN A MUG.

THE END

IM FEELING BLACK LICORICE? I ALWAYS FIND THE END TO BE SUCH A GENTLE ENTITY, LIKE A HAND YOURE SCARED TO HAVE TOUCH YOU, BUT WHEN IT DOES.. I FIND THERES THAT APPREHENSION AROUND BALCK LICORICE, A STIGMA OF IT THAT ITS THE MOST REPULSIVE TASTE. I PERSONALLY FIND IT LOVELY.

THE FLESH

IF IM SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE? EUGH. SOUR, WARM, AND WET. CONCEPTUALIZE BITING INTO A PAPER TOWEL JUST USED TO CLEAN RAW CHICKEN JUICE FROM A GRILL'S LID.

AS A HYPOTHETICAL? LIKE A BLUE RARE STEAK, WELL SEASONED. UGH, EVEN THINKING OF THAT DOESNT GET THE MEMORY OF THAT SHOULDER OUT OF MY HEAD.

THE EYE

ALMOND SCONES DUNKED IN COFFEE WITH JUST A LITTLE MILK. A SMART FEELING FLAVOR, MILD AND EARTHY, NOT OVERWHELMING THE SENSES LESS IMPORTANT THAN SIGHT.

THE LONELY

RAINWATER, COLLECTED ON A COLD AUTUMN EVE IN A CLEAR MASON JAR, FILTERED OF COURSE. THERES NO FLAVOR, ITS WATER, BUT IT FEELS NATURAL TO DRINK, ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU DONT HAVE TO BOTHER THE TAP TO COLLECT THE DRINK.

THE STRANGER

COTTON CANDY GRAPES! HAVE YOU EVER HAD THEM? IF YOU WERE TO SHUT YOUR EYES AND BITE THEM, ITD FEEL LIKE YOU WERE BITING INTO A COTTON CANDY EYE. BUT ITS NOT, AND THE EYES WOULD DECOEVE YOU. ITS NOT WHAT IT TASTES LIKE, BUT ITS THE EXACT SAME TASTE.

THE SLAUGHTER

JUST A FEAST. IMAGINE VEGGIES AND STEWS AND MEAT AND BREAD IN ABUNDANCE, THE FLAVORS MIXING AND THE SCENT ATTACKING YOUR NOSE AS YOUR DIG IN, A FEEBLE ATTEMPT TO MAKE A DENT IN THE MEAL

THE HUNT

SUMMER WIND. LIKE YOURE A DOG HANGING YOUR SNOUT FROM A CAR WINDOW, MOUTH OPEN AND TONGUE FLAILING AROUND WILDLY AS YOUR OWNER PRESSES PAST 70 KPH.

THE VAST

THIS ONE IS HARD. HOW CAN YOU TASTE THE INFINITE? HOW COULD YOU FEEL THE EXPANSE OF EVERYTHING IN YOUR MOUTH.

MM. MINTY GUM. LIKE REALLY MINTY GUM RIGHT BEFORE YOURE ABOUT TO FALL ASLEEP, RIGHT AFTER YOU TOOK A SIP OF 3 AM WATER.

THE DESOLATION

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN CAMPING WITH THOSE PEOPLE WHO STICK THEIR MARSHMALLOWS IN THE DEAD CENTER OF THE FIRE? AND THE POOR THINGS COME OUT GOOEY AND BURNT ON EVERY SIDE? THE METAL ROD THEYRE ON IS GLOWING AND THEYRE SLIDING OFF THEM. LIKE THAT, BUT DIP IT IN MILK CHOCOLATE.

AND THEN BURN THE CHOCOLATE TOO.

THE WEB

HOME BAKED COOKIES. FROM YOUR HOME. I DONT HAVE AN EXPLANATION HERE, THIS JUST FEELS LIKE THE RIGHT ANSWER.

THE EXTINCTION

SO IVE HAD A CONTAINER OF A CANDY CALLED TOXIC WASTE IN ONE OF MY ROOMS WHICH IVE BEEN DREADING TO TRY. I DONT KNOW WHAT IT TASTES LIKE, BUT I KNOW THE EXTINCTION TASTES JUST LIKE THAT.

THE SPIRAL

I ACTUALLY HAVE A DEFINITIVE ANSWER HERE, SINCE I KNOW! WOOD PAINT, WHIPPED CREAM, HEMP SEEDS, HAIRSPRAY, MOCHA COFFEE, YELLOW, TYPE A- BLOOD, THE AIR IN YOUR ATTIC, METAL STAIRWAY RAILINGS, IRON, OBTUSE RUBBER GOOSE GREEN SNAKE GUAVA JUICE

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not sure if you’ve done this already but how would slenderman react to the reader hugging his tentacles? and generally showing affection to it.

Reader who hugs n kisses slendermans tentacles!

dont think i did anything like before so yahoo! honestly as much as i love slenderman, thinking of a whole boat load of ideas over the course of like. 9? years, this never crossed my mind. your brain, huge

its not often that you see his tentacles out, usually theyre for his hunting as well as defense.. and to look more intimidating. you know, generally not something that he wants you to be around for..

but i think every now and then they creep out during down time with you, perhaps during a cuddling session with your tall monster boyfriend? or maybe you even get him to indulge in "play" (not that kind of play get your mind out of the gutter) and his tentacles slip out, like you guys playing simple games

the image of someone playing tag or hide and seek with the forest demon is making me chuckle, something much needed post mini cry/freak out session LMAO

personally i like to think that he can only half way control his tentacles. like yeah sure when he needs them they're out, but for the most part they do their own thing, you know?

set up down, lets get to the actual request. his tentacles are colder than him, and admin is personally torn on making them slimy or not... perhaps slightly so? like juuuuuuust enough to be just a little oily but nothing insane, kind of feels like your hands after you just put lotion on them. smooth, too

very cold. i know i mentioned that theyre colder than him, but its like ice cold. so...

basically he doesnt expect you to show any love to this part of him, so hes thoroughly confused when you grab one of them and gently press your lips to it.. then let go. then grab another and give it a kiss as well

cue a confused head tilt before his voice comes into your head to ask what on earth youre doing

isnt it uncomfortable, with the slight ooze? isnt it too cold? doesnt it at least taste a little off?

torn about it, because on one hand hes used these things to kill. but on the other hand he mostly kills in order to protect his space and to sustain his body, and admin likes thinking that he sometimes gets a bit of guilt. call it him resenting his own existence and simply wanting to be left alone while having a natural curiosity for the world around him even though he only really destroys the life around him

also he doesnt like giving you stuff from victims, and i think he would have similar feelings about his tentacles

and yet... he cant deny, that he can hold you closer with them, that he can keep you nearby with them... and that you love him, and every part of him. undeniably, you do. i dont know, its something that when i think about it, its sweet

this creature is full of resentment, for himself and the world he was put in as well as the one who made him (zalgo cough cough au stuff) but here you are

assuming the reader is a human i think it hits even harder, because youre something that hes built to wreck and destroy. and yet youve given him pause, and that was enough for you to win him over

and you never stop surprising him

im getting off topic, but im just a sap for concepts like this, you know?

"its rotten work," "not to me... not if its you" but its you and slenderman, basically

i think the first few times when you start showing his extra appendages affection he pulls them away from you, maybe even forcing them back and tucking them away

but i think over time he melts into it and accepts it...

oh how cruel it was, for the universe to give this reclusive creature a sense of longing, which has been exasperated now that hes gotten a taste of it first hand

[borateezmadness]

Take it All In

Pairing: Vampire JeonJungkook X human Fmc

Warning: mention of blood, making out, dead body.

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Eyes, I felt piercing black eyes on me the entire evening, when I entered the ball room, when I was talking to my friends, when I was dancing with other men present there.

Those eyes belonged to the mysterious man who lives in our town. His name is Jeon jungkook. He is young and unmarried, living alone, no one goes near his house because it creeps them out, even me. Still the women soon over him from afar. Its rare he comes outside but today seems to be a special occasion that he came out.

He is sitting there like a king and is sipping blood red wine, staring deep into my soul.

I dont know why he is looking at me like that so I decided to approach him. Lifting my ball gown a little to allow myself to walk I made my way towards him. As soon as I reached him chills ran down my spine, his gaze made me weak in the knees, he looks at me like he wants to devour me but I muster up my courage and question him

"You keep looking at me Sir Jeon would you perhaps like to have a dance with me?"

" I see you have a keen eye, sure why not" He responds and gets up from his chair. His appearance is no joke. He is dressed in a neat elegant black suit with black shoes, his black hair neatly styled leaving just a strand to fall on his forehead. He is lean and tall with piercing brown eyes . He looks like a King ready to reign his kingdom. He offers me his hand and leads me to the stage where people are dancing. His hands are big and envelope my small hands, they are soft but surprisingly very cold. The music starts and his one hand wraps my waist and pulls me closer to him making me bump in to his chest. I look into his brown eyes which makes my heart go crazy and my stomach filled with butterflies. As we start dancing everyone in my vicinity started to fade away and I could only look into his eyes, his face with sharp jawline and his pink lips ,he looked even more handsome and ethereal up close. I could fell the tension growing between us but chose to ignore it and started a conversation.

"So tell me Mr Jeon  what do you do for living?"

He chuckled and replied "curious now are we?"

"Well everyone in this town thinks you are mysterious"

"Do you not agree to that?" He questioned

"No, I think they are right, you are mysterious but I want to get to know you"

"hmm intresting, what do you want to know miss _____" He asked.

"For starters, answer the question I asked, what do you do for living?"

"Let's see I am a business man."

" Nice, how old are you Mr Jeon?"

He chuckled at the questions, "Too old for you miss _____" He said with sinister smile which sent chill down my spine. I decided stop and we continued dancing, we danced together for three songs and I was growing tired, Jungkook noticed it and spoke "why dont we take a break? Go somewhere secluded?"

"Oh okay sure, lets go" I replied and he led me away from there. I didnt really get what he meant by that question or maybe I did and I chose to ignore it but a bubble of unknown excitement was building in my stomach.

Soon we reached a place, it looks like a barn with all the hay inside it. He leads me inside and closed the door. I was about to speak when out of no where I felt his lips on mine. They tasted like honey, sweet and soft. I was too stunned to respond so he bit my lip which made me open my mouth and let him explore every inch of me and I couldn't resist and started kissing him back, I was no match for his pace.

Soon he started attacking my neck,  leaving pecks and nibbles on my skin. A moan left my mouth "ah jungkook" and he started leaving hickeys all over my neck and was biting me.

He kept biting and biting so hard that drew blood from my soft porcelain skin, it hurt I started shouting his name but no avail. He wouldn't listen to me and kept sucking on my blood like a monster hungry for blood. Maybe that what he is, a monster disguised as a human being hunting for blood and killing humans, A vampire

He kept drinking my blood and didnt stop until he drank every drop of it,  he dropped me on the floor and bent down amd spoke

"You were the tastiest blood I ever drank ______ , thanks for the meal, I will remember you or maybe not." He said smiling like a maniac and left me there to die.

[dollyhao]

ameliorate; to make better

pairing: dina x reader

summary: dina is overwhelmed by all the things that happened in seattle…. and ellie, and being a single mother doesn’t make it any easier. when a sweet woman comes to make her life easier...better.

toni's note: there's nothing to warn about besides a bit angst, it doesn't really get angsty till the next part. im hoping i can make this into 3 parts. thank you for 800 followers by the way!

word count: 1k

you hear the sound of a wailing baby as you make your way back home, you follow the sound. you cant be too sure about these kinda things, what if something bad happened. you stumble upon dina rocking baby jj in a rocking chair on her porch, shushing him trying to console him. dina looks tired and overwhelmed, dark circles under her eyes and unbrushed hair.

you approach her gently not wanting to startle her, “hey, can i try?” you give her a gentle smile pointing at jj. dina tucks a piece of hair behind her ear nodding, “y-yea sure. you can try, hes been crying a lot lately.” you reach for jj bouncing and rocking in a comforting rhythm, chanting soft shushes. jj quiets down letting out a calm gurgle. you look back up at dina seeing her rub her hands down her face in an exhausted manner.

she chuckles, “i cant even get my son to be quiet let alone sleep, ellie was really good at that..” she puts her elbows on her knees putting her face in her hands. you stay quiet letting her have her moment, still rocking jj as he starts to doze off. dina seems to regroup, looking back up at you curiously, “would you like to come in? its getting cold out here.” dina offers standing up. “yea, thanks.”

dina walks into the house and you follow, “no. thank you. i appreciate what you did. “ “where’s his bed?” you ask now that jj is fast asleep. “he sleeps with me, the room is down the hall.” you go to the room, laying jj down, making sure hes comfortable before leaving the room. dina is in the kitchen making herself a cup of tea, “would you like some?” she glances at you over her shoulder. “yes please.” you stand awkwardly, hands in your back pockets swaying a little. she nods over to the living room with 2 cups in her hands. you follow taking a seat on the couch as she hands you a cup.

you thank her, taking a sip. “are you new to jackson? i dont remember ever seeing you before.” you chuckle, “no im not new, ive been here for years now.” you give a shy smile. “oh im sorry, i cant believe ive never noticed you.” “its fine. i preferred to stay to myself anyway. i work at the school. im a teacher,” you sit your cup down looking at her, “i always wanted to approach you, i thought you were beautiful. but you were dating jesse and then after you and jesse broke up, you and ellie made a nice little scene at the party.” you chuckle watching her face flush slightly. “also, im sorry about jesse…. and ellie.” she nods, quiet for a minute before replying. “thank you, for the jesse and ellie thing… and for calling me beautiful.” you smile at her.

you look outside seeing how dark it was getting, “i should get going.” you say standing up. dina stands up too, “thank you again. he probably would’ve cried through the night.” “of course, just let me know if you need my help again. ill be happy to help.” you walk backwards as you talk smiling at her until you run into a wall. “ah, shit..” you say rubbing the back of your head. dina laughs and follows you to the door as you turn around and walk correctly. “ill be sure to ask for your help again.” she says giving you a soft, genuine smile.

a week later, you walk into the dining hall as maria is walking out, “hey maria, is there anything you needed from me?” you wanted to make sure there wasn’t something you were suppose to be doing that you forgot about. “no. nothing that i can remember. im about to take this to dina, i wanna make sure shes staying fed.” “ill take it to her!” you say a little too eagerly for your taste. for the last week, you’ve been trying to find any excuse to visit dina and jj when you weren’t busy. dina doesn’t seem to ever object to the company. she appreciates you coming around and talking to her and playing with the baby. so when this opportunity pops up, of course your gonna take it. “let me grab myself a plate and ill take hers to her.” you say taking the plate out her hands. “well ok. thank you.” you smile before walking away.

you get to dina’s door knocking with the two plates in your hands. dina opens the door looking a little breathless, “oh, hey.” she gives you one of her soft smiles shes been giving you quite a lot. “hey, i brought you food. not sure if you ate or not.” “right.. food. i definitely forgot to eat. “ she says rubbing a hand through her hair. she gives another small smile, but this one doesn’t reach her eyes. “thats ok. i have food for you, lets not dwell to much on a honest mistake. k?” she nods. you hear a baby cry in the background, “i see you have two plates. wanna come in and eat? i was just feeding jj.” “id love to” you respond walking in.

you guys walk to the dining table where you find jj in a high chair. “hey baby boy!” you say tickling his belly, he lets out a squeal/giggle. you and dina sit on either sides of him after a minute, you see dina subtly go to smell herself. she lets out a wince, “um do you mind feeding him while i go take a shower.” you nod, “of course.” you say as you slide his food bowl over to yourself. you give dina a reassuring smile letting her know its ok.

when dina gets out the shower and is dressed, she walks in the living room while brushing her hair seeing you and jj on the carpet in her living room playing. she smiles, it felt good being able to enjoy a shower without rushing out to jj. she trusts you with jj almost the way she trusted ellie with him. yall look her way, both you and jj smiling at her. she comes and joins, both of you enjoying the sweet giggles of the cute baby.

(part 1)

[aguineapigcouldntdothis]

very quick turkish sephardic food guide

sephardic savory foods: never fear acidity and add it to every dish. if it's actually sour that's even better and lime is your best friend. main flavors are paprika, cilantro/coriander, cumin, tomato, onion, and garlic. if you're wondering whether or not to use rice the answer is yes. use lots of summery vegetables, salty cheeses like feta, and dont be afraid to eat the meals cold sometimes. if you decide to use meat go for things like lamb, chicken, and fish (beef is less common and ofc no pork). season to your heart's content and season some more.

sephardic sweet foods: still don't be afraid of acidity citrus is very very good. main flavors are orange, honey, lemon, fig, almond, cinnamon, pistachio, and raisin. you're gonna be making a fuck ton of pastries. save the homemade dough for REALLY special events otherwise just get it premade. they should be sweet but not overly sweet. think sweet like fruit would be, not sweet like a chocolate chip cookie. get almond extract and vanilla extract they'll make everything so much better and add a pinch of salt to every dessert.

overall: if it smells good together it'll taste good together and 80% of sephardic cooking is just winging it. you can make it whatever spice level you want but most savory foods taste best at a medium/medium-high spice level. dont worry too much about appearance its supposed to be a little bit messy. if it makes you think of mid-late summer you got the flavors right. there are also a bunch of different sub-cuisines of sephardic food this is just what i make now and have been making since i was a little kid.

edit: i had an old edit on this post saying lamb isnt kosher which isnt true it is kosher. i think i was thinking of some other animal and typed the wrong thing. now i have no clue what i actually meant to say

[bi-focal12]

looking for fellow writers!! togachako writing game edition

interested in writing a second part to a short togachako fic i wrote?

i dont really plan on doing anything with this piece so i think it'd be really fun to see people's takes on how to continue it! like a super low pressure writing game

if you do participate, pls tag me or reblog so i can see your contribution!! even if its just a few lines!

the fic is a loose play on frankenstein with some adam & eve elements thrown in (and the unnamed girl is ochako)

have at it! :)

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Toga was a bloodied thing, she knew. 

She was born with cold metal kissing her bare skin and electricity shrieking down her spine. Her first breath- a choking, cut-off scream- was not even her own, the memory too tightly braided with the boom of Dr. Garaki's laughter in his small laboratory. 

I made you, he had explained, pain still ringing oddly in her skull. 

She had been made, not born, and no one loved to remind her of this fact more than Dr. Garaki himself. 

Pet, he called her, grinning indulgently in his tall, wingback office chair. The reflection of his glasses shone like fire. Like the spark that had jolted her alive. 

I made you, he’d say. I made you. 

But what am I? Toga would ask, twin pinpricks of too-sharp teeth digging into her too-wide lips while she fumbled out the words, warmth dribbling from her rosy smile. 

Dr. Garaki did not like this image, nor the question. 

You are my creation, he’d snap, the floor rumbling with the force of his rise from the wingback chair. Do you not trust me, pet? 

Toga would watch the sky flash outside the dark windows of the laboratory and nod, nod, nod because she did not know what she was but she knew punishment well. 

All Toga knew was punishment and Inside. 

The Inside of the laboratory, which smelled faintly of the coins that slipped between uneven couch cushions, and the Inside of Toga- drawn from her own disordered lips- red as plush velvet and twice as sweet. 

Good, Dr. Garaki would say from behind his wide, unbreachable desk. Now behave. 

Behave, behave, behave. 

This word buzzed around Toga’s head like the constant drone of heavy machinery in the lab. It followed her when she closed her fists around home-smelling coins, retrieved from their hiding places late at night, and when she draped her goose-bumped body in the off-limits, grass-green curtains, and, louder still, when she peered out of small, dirt-smeared windows, asking after the word for grass.

Red had leaked from her cheek, then, bursting forth from the skin by the rings adorning Dr. Garaki’s punishing hand. But the word had slipped out as he’d shouted. 

Toga’s tongue had darted to the corner of her mouth and she’d imagined the word blooming over her tongue- swallowed and safe within herself. 

Yes, Toga knew of Inside well. She craved the taste of Outside, now. 

Outside she saw a girl with red flowers in her hand, picked from the border of Dr. Garaki’s property, and high on her cheeks laid a dusting of soft-petalled blush. 

Toga had never known the color red could be so gentle.

Toga longed to be picked from the laboratory like the thorned stems in the girl’s steady hands. To be lifted up. To be held. 

“You’re not supposed to be looking through there,” Twice whispered from over Toga’s shoulder. “It’s bad.” 

Toga gnawed on her bottom lip, drawing red to the surface until she matched the roses being carried further and further from the laboratory. 

“Why?” she asked. 

Toga didn’t know who she was asking- Twice, the disappearing girl, or the flowers? 

Twice was the only one to respond. 

“Because Dr. Garaki said it’s bad,” he reminded her nervously. 

Toga watched the girl’s form begin to blur on the horizon. 

Twice shook her shoulder and Toga’s gaze slipped to the touch, observing the firm boundary between Toga and Twice. His fingers held the same shape as Dr. Garaki’s- more same than Toga’s- yet held none of the anger. Only urgency. 

“How come Dr. Garaki gets to make all the rules?” Toga asked. 

Twice’s hand slipped away like the question had bitten him, and, Toga thought to herself, maybe it had. With Twice’s same-enough hands he could cradle lessons from Dr. Garaki on how to name the objects in the laboratory. His scratching fingers could be gently pulled away from his seams. He could hold close the smiling shape of son on Dr. Garaki’s lips. 

Twice held the honor of being made same-enough while Toga’s hands and heart and smile were wrong, wrong, wrong. 

Pet, Dr. Garaki said, teeth glistening behind a simper. Filthy-

“Mr. Garaki wants what’s best for us,” Twice said, twitching on the last syllable and scratching the ragged line carved down his forehead. 

“Does he?” Toga questioned. 

How do you know? she wanted to ask. She craved his certainty with a desperation that left her Inside chest pounding hard against the firm line of her Outside body. 

Twice twitched. 

“I trust him.” 

The dull roar of the laboratory seemed loud today, and Toga felt restless. 

“Do you trust?” Twice asked. 

Toga’s mouth quivered and she turned her gaze back to the small window. The girl was gone now but she would be back tomorrow. 

Toga flinched as the door slammed open and Dr. Garaki appeared a moment later. 

Pet or-

“Filthy woman,” Dr. Garaki muttered, striding forward to yank the green curtain from Toga’s body. The view of Outside disappeared. 

Toga shivered. 

“Don’t you know your shame dirties you?” Dr. Garaki continued, staring at the Outside of her body. 

Could he see the Inside?

Toga desperately hoped that he couldn’t. 

“It’s unbecoming of my creations,” he stated before spinning on his covered foot to stride through his office door, a box of rattling machine parts held in his arms. 

Toga’s trust in Dr. Garaki was as brittle as the vase she had tipped over the other day, fascinated by the sound it made when it hit the floor. Left in a puddle of red after Dr. Garaki had found her. 

Inside herself, Toga said, I do not trust Dr. Garaki, and shame bloomed hot and heavy in her chest. 

She felt like the vase, one breathless moment before it shattered. 

“Toga?” Twice whispered, eyes drooping with concern. 

“It’s cold,” Toga whispered. 

Twice fidgeted for a moment, his nails hesitating a  few inches from his sewn-together face. After a furtive glance towards Dr. Garaki’s closed office door, he gave into the urge to scratch, leaving raking, red lines across his Outside. 

“I know,” he murmured. “Do I? I…yes. I know.” 

Toga blinked away the blurry heat gathering in her eyes and reached out with her not-same-enough hand until it rested on Twice’s knee. 

Slowly, she ran her hand up and down one length of his leg. Then faster. 

Twice stared. 

“See?” she whispered. “It makes warmth.”

“I…” Twice peeked over his shoulder, towards the door Dr. Garaki had disappeared behind. “…see. I see. I do.”

Toga removed her hand and watched Twice repeat the action for himself. 

Toga turned back to the green curtain, looking in the place she knew the window lived, and began rubbing warmth back into her arms as she imagined the girl. 

I trust her, Toga decided. 

And how lovely was it for there to be a her that wasn’t Toga? A her that Toga might be same-enough for. 

Dr. Garaki cursed the Outside people but Toga bit her lip and danced with the idea that the girl from Outside might see Toga- red as the roses she always returned to- and pluck her, instead. 

And then maybe Toga could live how she wanted to. Cursed or not.

[insociometry]

Han fever has officially hit. Stay inside - unless you want to see reaper!chan ;)

Anyways, i figure the best remedy to a bad fever is a little medicine, so i have returned with some more fluffy idea dumps to cool you down (Minchan version) (I was going for OT8 but encountered some ... difficulties)

- Chan may be an insomniac, but he loves to fall asleep with something in his arms (i dont know if this is actually canon, but i feel like everytime ive seen a skz video with sleeping chan, he has a pillow or his blankets bundled in his arms). he falls asleep the easiest with you - and even though he says he doesnt, he does snore. Its okay. Its cute.

-Chan also really likes the thing where you lean over the back of his chair and wrap your arms around him, maybe talk to him softly in his ear, rub your cheeks together as you bury your face in his neck.

- Dad!Minho who cooks with baby on his hip, softly talking to his child (sometimes explaining the recipes, or if the kid is older, having sweet talks about their favorite foods), occasionally lets baby taste some things. Will pretend hes tired the moment you walk in, handing the baby off with a sigh of relief, but he cant keep the soft smile off his face

- also i had a brief daydream of Minho taking you camping on a date, and he keeps making a bunch of a smores and putting them on his plate without eating them. You get worried they'll go cold, but its not until he finally hands you your plate with a perfectly toasted marshmallow that you realize he was making sure to get you one that wasnt burnt. (Unrealistic, hes more likely to eat your smore out of your hands ... and then lick your fing- sorry, i know i promised a cool down. I think the fever has hit me too 🥵)

To be continued?

-🧈

My dear sweet butter anon…! You’re like one of those fancy infused butters I see on Youtube cooking channels 🥺 Sweet cream butter with like a raspberry swirl…

Oh my goodness I actually eliminated Chan’s snoring in RONverse for the sake of pack harmony while nesting and I feel kind of guilty about it so this feels weirdly nice to read, how cuuuute! It’s okay, ear plugs exist for a reason 🫶 I agree, he’s soooo snuggly! He’ll grab you in bed, he’ll grab you at his desk, he loves loves loves skinship!

Dad Minho 😭😭😭 You guys make me want to make the RON pack parents

…WHAT IS THAT AT THE END!!! At this rate the Han thirst will just shift to Lino thirst 😔 I love thinking about going camping with him thoughhhh I want to send him and MC camping… Noisy bugs and stars and roasting sweet potatoes over a fire… I love the thought of them making smores, how cute 🥺 I’ve never made (or had...??) a smore, will you guys go camping with me and make me a smore 🥺🥺

Sighhhh, they should all go camping… (looking mournfully at how many things I’m already trying to squeeze into act 3)

Anyway I got distracted— I loved this!!! Thank you!!!! 🫶💛💛

[normal-person-i-promise]

im a normal person who writes normal things! dont even worry bout it man im normal :)

im crawlijg back chat

btw, my fics do not use pronouns/vivid descriptions of the reader unless stated otherwise in the summary in the post itself! the most i go to is saying your eyes are pretty or your hair is shiny :3 not really descriptive i think

tell me if anything isnt working or i missed anything <3 i'll fix it as fast as i can

master list ≈★

♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡ ~ ♡

i have so far written for:

minecraft: herobrine

computer objectum

mob psycho 100: arataka reigen

undertale multiverse: all the bad sanses

minecraft:

herobrine:

stalker

It's dark. There's a heavy rainstorm overhead. You're tired, and cold, and just want to go home.

But you can't shake that unease, that unmistakable fear that you feel as you walk through the wet birch forest, straining your ears to hear and squinting your eyes to see nothing, to hear nothing. You're looking for nothing.

...

You hope it's nothing.

objectum:

remember: you are a human and you are a lover.

A computer. A machine of cold metal and electrical wire. An unfeeling machine. A machine made to work, to code, to write.

A human. A creature of warm flesh and red blood. A feeling creature. A creature made to love, to sing, to live.

Kissing my computer like crazy and the cold sensation lingers on my lips

just the post. not much to say

computer partner that tries its best to make you happy when you're feeling down, pulling up your favorite videos to watch, playing music that you enjoy, drawing little hearts on your screen for you, just letting you know that it cares for and loves you <3

ALSO jus t the post

mp100:

NOT OBJECTUM BUT ROBOT

touch

arataka reigen:

jom tengok lampu (lets go see the lights)

reigen x reader hurt/comfort. tw for negative self talk (self esteem issues)

You scoff, casting your gaze to the floor.

"It's rotten work, Arataka. Don't you have better things to do?"

He hums, brushing his thumbs absentmindedly on your tear-streaked cheeks as he thinks —though it's not like he has to.

"It's not. Not if it's you."

Oh. Okay.

public transport

The sudden jerk of the train starting takes you by surprise, and you nearly fall down — had it not been for the fact that someone gripped your upper arms tightly before your face could connect with the cold, hard floor.

You look up quickly, your face heating when you realize who it is.

「いかないで」

"dont go'

vent post! fluff and angst. the story is basically just the song

slurred teases and sweet kisses

chapters one and two

You roll your eyes as he takes another sip of his drink, his mouth set in a smug grin as he swirls the liquid in his glass and watches as the ice clinks against the walls of his cup. With each sip he takes, his face gets more flushed, his words get more slurred.

Arataka has an embarrassingly low tolerance to alcohol, and you're witnessing it firsthand. He's feeling it too; that urge to kiss you is a lot stronger than usual...

overcoat

"...Arataka. What are you doing."

Your tone is flat; unimpressed, as he slides one arm out of his coat, leaving the other in.

"...Making sure my beloved employee doesn't freeze her little fingers off, that's what."

He grins at you, a mischievous glint in his eye as he lays the side of the coat he isn't wearing onto your shoulder, shoving your arm in.

»— yandere arataka reigen headcanons —>

short little sort of outline of a fic with chapters

chapped lips (most popular!! thanks for 300 notes!)

"Want a taste?" You ask in a teasing tone, capping the lip balm and pointing it in his general direction.

Your heart flutters when you see his cheeks flush, and he averts his gaze quickly.

"As if I want a taste of your horrible lip balm," he shoots back, a grin playing on his lips as he looks at you, his head turned to the side.

public transport

The sudden jerk of the train starting takes you by surprise, and you nearly fall down — had it not been for the fact that someone gripped your upper arms tightly before your face could connect with the cold, hard floor.

You look up quickly, your face heating when you realize who it is.

that onigiri you like

Arataka scours the onigiri aisle, running everything under his careful, though sluggish eyes, looking and searching and scouting, and... Right there!

He reaches for one for himself and one for you, and his hand moves so fast that he finds himself having brushed it against someone else getting that same flavour. He huffs in annoyance, looking up to apologise, and—

Oh. it's you.

burning hot (yandere!!)

"Reigen? Everything okay?"

No. No no no no. Not you. Don't talk to him.

And you're worrying about him. Again. Why must you be so... Caring?

katsuya serizawa:

homework

"Boy," Katsuya whispers to himself as he stares dreamily at you, leaning on his homework, "those eyes really are like gemstones."

utmv: various

Bad sansuary (gave up on this (burnt out)):

day one (wrong character): hot drinks

day two (also wrong character): romance

day one (correct character finally): hot drinks

day two: romance

day three: sharp

day four: compliments

day five: good soup

day six: peppers

day seven: go all out

day eight: boxed in

day nine: judgement

day ten: vibe check!!!

day eleven: rival

day twelve: haunted

day thirteen: shadow

day fourteen: tears

day fifteen: caught red-handed

day sixteen: fragile

yandere!sans aus cuddle hcs (unfinished)

nightmare:

the apple incident

vent. not x reader

What point was there even trying to negotiate with the townfolk? They don't know anything.

They'd kill him regardless.

bad apple chapters one and two (unfinished, indefinite hiatus)

As Nightmare finished off the last apple, his painful shriek split the air as four great tentacles burst from his back: thrashing, physical manifestations of negativity, his body too full of hate, anger, envy, and...

Love.

He loved you, he realized. Loved you a lot more than he thought he did. And when he realized he finally had enough power to scare the townspeople and have you all to himself, he was ecstatic.

horror:

bluuush ........

based on the drawing !!

miscellaneous:

i love you

hurt/comfort x reader. purely a vent

mist

Went out with some friends today and you felt a little bit off afterwards.

[championleonsslut]

Got anything for a yandere Leon like headcanons or a fic?

OHOHOHO ANON THE CAN OF WORMS YOU HAVE OPENED

Yandere Leon

WARNINGS: kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, kinda nsfw, murder, manipulation. Reader is female

DONT DO THIS IN REAL LIFE ITS REALLY BAD KIDS

Leon gets what he wants. He always does eventually. He’s the champion.

And what he wants right now is you. The prettiest girl in all of Galar according to him. So sweet, so kind, so clever, so good with Pokemon.

He’s madly in love with you, even though you guys are only friends. There’s just one problem.

The boyfriend.

Leon has some competition in his way, as you’ve told him over and over again how madly in love with this man you are. Leon has to watch him kiss you and make you giggle. Disgusting! You should be in his arms, kissing his lips instead.

He draws the line when you tell who you think is a good friend that you want to give your boyfriend your virginity.

So Leon “runs” into your boyfriend in the Wild area, and challenges him to a Pokemon battle with Charizard. Your poor boyfriend… Charizard just… burned him right up! What a freak accident! Naturally Leon deposes of the body before anyone stumbles upon it. He throws it into a cave, careful to keep his fingerprints off it.

His body is found a few days later, and it’s all over the news. You come running into Leon’s arms, crying your pretty little eyes out. Leon pretends to be all upset and comforts you as you cry.

That’s when Leon starts the manipulation. He starts twisting your brain to see him in a better light, to maybe even fall in love with him.

And it works! From what he can tell, you have a crush on him. Finally. Now he can begin the second step of his plan.

He decks out a room in his private penthouse just for you, and breaks into your apartment that night. The house is peaceful, and you’re wearing such short shorts and such a short shirt while you sleep peacefully… how is Leon supposed to resist you?

He sees you sleeping with your mouth open, and pops a few pills in there. He helps you swallow them too, how sweet. Those will make sure you stay unconscious for the next few hours.

And once he makes sure you’re out cold, he lunges his new prize over his shoulder, and carries you out to the car to rest peacefully in the back seat.

You awake in a very strange place. You don’t remember being here. Then Leon appears, to welcome you to your new home! You put two and two together and start screaming at him for kidnapping you, but he doesn’t bat an eye. He says once you’ve calmed down and gotten used to the place, your restrictions can be lifted.

And just like that he’s gone.

Your room is nice to say the least… he made sure to decorate it to your tastes. A large king sized bed, bookshelves, a desk, a video game system, anything else that may have interested you…

And of course a massive closet filled with all sorts of clothes… but especially lingerie. The sluttiest cuts you’ve ever seen! You even spied a few sex toys in the drawers…

Leon brings you fresh food and water very often, making sure you’re well kept. You’re still mad at him for kidnapping you, but pleased he’s taking care of you so well.

You eventually ask him why, and your suspicions are confirmed.

“Oh, love. Well I couldn’t let anyone else have you, now could I? You were made for me! So I had to start keeping you here… so I could have you all to myself. We’re meant to be together, don’t you know?”

At first you reject him, and he’s disappointed, but just thinks you need more time. So he gives you more time, and manipulates you more, until you finally tell him you love him after countless nights of being denied.

That’s when you gain a bit of freedom. Now you’re allowed to walk around the entire penthouse! Leon officially starts calling you his girlfriend too, and takes your virginity on a night you chose to wear lingerie for him.

You stay happily cooped up in his apartment for about a year, while still taking good care of yourself, before he finally sets you free. He knows you won’t leave his side, and you’ll always come home, but now you can start leaving the penthouse… as long as you always come back. (Which you do!)

After being his precious little darling for a few years, he presents you with a beautiful ring one night, and asks you to be his queen. Of course you say yes, and reward him that night with the lewd pleasure he loves to get out of you.

The wedding is wonderful, and he’s so glad to finally have you as his bride. Stolen, maybe. But his nonetheless. You’re a wonderful wife to him, no matter if you stay at home or have a career of your own.

But a few years into your marriage, Leon wants a little more than just you. He wants you to bear his children. Of course you say yes! Actually, you say yes many times, as you two end up having five little babies of your own.

A girl, another girl, a boy and a girl (TWINS!) and another boy.

Your children and husband are the lights of your life, just the way Leon has always wanted it.

Becuase you belong to him.

I’m totally willing to go into heavy detail about the five children you have with Leon just fyi

[mothheart]

appears again with a question :]

do you have super specific hcs for your subspace and medkit? you dont have to answer if you dont want to

- 💫 anon

i do!! i pretty much fit most of them into my fics but i can list em out

medkit:

- i hc him as chronically ill. i don't specify in What Way he is in my fics, but between u and i he has sjogrens, ehlers danlos syndrome, and asthma! (me when i project)

- autism central. i mean its practically canon

- he's non-binary and uses exclusively he/him pronouns (just like me fr)

- he wasn't born 'naturally talented', unlike subspace. he always had to work hard to get places, but he didn't get much recognition for that in his blackrock days, being overshadowed by subspace and whatnot. it wasn't until he joined the church that his skills were truly recognized

- he had very mixed feelings about subspace in his blackrock days. on one hand, he sorta mourned for who he Could Have Been if he weren't so easily brainwashed by their superiors. on the other hand, he found him annoying and too clingy. also above ^ he was jealous of him and wished he could be recognized for his efforts in the way subspace always was. he hated living in his shadow.

- his favorite flavor is lemon! he generally dislikes sweet things but if it's lemon flavored he Will devour it

- when he gets older (around 40s) he has to start using a cane due to his disabilities

- on the outside he acts like he strongly dislikes boombox, but he secretly is fond of him. he's one of few individuals that will actually discuss his love of classical music with him and that means a lot to him

- he absolutely despises the cold, despite originating from blackrock. it hurts his joints and he has no tolerance for it. he thrives in warm weather. he's also one of those guys that's just Always cold. he and subspace cuddle and he puts his cold hands or feet on him and subspace is squealing like a little girl

- he's great with children (i had this hc before his spawnday qna video ok) and would love to be a father.

- he's pretty insecure about his body, but he doesn't really show or say it. it feels too vulnerable for him to admit that

- he really looks up to zuka. they're close friends, and zuka helped him through some really dark times. he constantly wishes he could do the same for him

subspace: (tw for self harm for this idiot) 

- when he could still taste, he *loved* sweet foods. major sweet tooth. polar opposite of medkit. he often gets a lil sad bc he misses his sweet treats 

- the most enjoyment he gets out of food/drink is from caffeine, alcohol, and crunchy things. Yummy Texture 

- he still self harms, but it used to be *extreme*. he didnt care what others thought, and sometimes he would do it in front of others, like burning himself and claiming it was an accident. he liked any sort of attention it would get him, and it also offered him relief from [redacted] 

- he's considered the thought of having children, but knowing he can't even fully take care of himself, he acknowledges he would be a shit parent. hed also rather die than have biological children. 

- he did his own top surgery. no sort of anesthesia. crazy bitch 

- he's depressed but refuses to acknowledge it. he thinks it makes him weak. he especially thinks it would make him weak to take any sort of antidepressant.

- he really likes animals, but he doesn't trust himself around them.

- also asthmatic, but he wasn't born with it. he's got a lot of respiratory issues due to his illness.

- he refuses to see doctors for anything. it doesn't matter that he is Literally Dying. he thinks he's capable of taking care of whatever illnesses befall him (no the fuck he is not!!!)

- bpd haver. medkit is his fp.

- he is Always Hot. he's like a walking heater box. again, polar opposite of medkit. he physically cannot tolerate the heat. has gotten heatstroke multiple times. medkit *loves* cuddling him for this reason

- he uses his very small age and height difference against medkit when he sees fit bc he thinks it's funny

- poor hygiene. largely due to the depression. he relies too heavily on medkit to take care of him.

- he loves to dance, but almost never really finds the time to do it. medkit kinda has two left feet but subspace likes to dance with him (when he allows it) regardless

- big space nerd

- he's tender headed which, as you might guess, pairs very poorly with his poor hygiene. medkit does his best to detangle his hair gently but there's only so much he can do when he gets a rats nest in his hair

[dantalionarchive]

Hot Toddy

hitoya amaguni x fem!reader wc: 644 tags: hitoya is sick/indirect kiss not beta read!

i wrote this for a friend i made playing and talking about hypnosis mic with. she really likes hitoya san! i do too in a sexy older man way! ... um... its 🎀!! @sugarcookiesheep !

you sniffed at the air as you entered mr. amagunis office. the room carried the familiar odor of whiskey and cigarettes. but it was much stronger today. “are you feeling better mr. amaguni?” you asked hopefully with a small stack of papers held against your chest. you were greeted with a hefty sniffle. that would be a no. you gave the older man a small smile as you closed the door behind you.

hitoya amaguni has caught a cold. it could be from him overworking in the law firm late nights. it could also be from his refusal to wear anything that would ruin his styled hair. “ahhh, its nothing too bad. dont worry about me.” he chuckled nasally, wiping at his reddened nose with a crumpled tissue. “you should take the next few days off. you might get someone sick… like a client.” you warned and placed the small stack of papers on the corner of his desk with a frown.

you adored the drive your boss held. you wanted to be more like him in terms of working hard. but there is such thing as working too hard. mr. amaguni didnt agree with you. “come an’ sit with me for a while. we dont have any clients coming in for another few hours. i wont get you sick.” he assured you that it would be fine if you stuck around his office for a while longer.

maybe he just wanted some company. of course, you would give it to him seeing his eyes all wet and hopeful. it would be nicer if he invited you on a healthier day. you sat in a leather seat, noticing near the opposite corner of his desk was the culprit to the whiskey smell.

it was a small electric warmer, heating up a glass of alcohol with some other things thrown into it. a slice of lemon, a cinnamon stick… even what looked like a few white flower petals. your boss caught you eyeing the concoction and gave a weak laugh. “im sorry if its strong. i wanted to make a drink since im not feeling well. care to try it doll? i havent done anything but pour the liquor in.” he raised his hands in defense.

you wont get sick, his lips havent touched it yet. “what is it?” you were curious as you leaned closer, your fingers hovering near the glass as mr. amaguni explained the cocktail. whiskey and all sorts of sweet things to help combat a cold. and the actual cold weather. you raised a brow and eyed your boss who nervously laughed. “hey, im sick, i can have one drink. its not sugary.” you wanted to disagree but seeing how he reached for another tissue and sniffled softened your heart. you didnt want to scold a sick person. “ill taste it since you probably cant.” you teased with a small grin forming.

you held the glass of whiskey to your lips. the scent of lemon, cinnamon, and honey tickled your nose. it was strong, but not strong enough to make you flinch away. you gave the warm drink a sip, feeling the cocktail coat the lining of your throat and soothing any possible ailments you mightve had. your face was warm now, and the cinnamon lingered on your tongue. “well?” he asked, curious for your rating.

you placed the glass onto the electric warmer with a nod. noticing a smear of your lipstick had stained the rim. “make me one if i get sick?” you asked and eyed the glass a second time. part of you wanted another sip. hitoya promised when he felt better he would make you a hot toddy for you to enjoy all on your own. for now? he needs it the most. and he was sure to kiss the spot where your lipstick was left behind.