#and like. if ur that uncomfortable with just the idea that someone of [whatever it is youre vetting for] happens to just. like your post

[opens-up-4-nobody]

RODBT therapist @ the group: Does anyone have any examples of situations that generated complex emotions?

Me: Well... recently, scintists identified the remains of James Fitzjames who died in the Franklin expedition for the Northwest Passage like 176 years ago... it made me feel a lot of things...

[rouge-the-bat]

wait like... do some ppl actually check all the blogs of people that interact with them? to vet out all the ones they dont want around? bc if so that sounds. exhausting?? how do people have time for that??

[huxhsz]

UYYY PHILIPPINES!!! 🔥🇵🇭🔥🇵🇭🔥🇵🇭 PHILIPPINES!! 🇵🇭🔥🇵🇭🔥🇵🇭

Anyway, I wanted to ask if your up for making hcs for all the boys? Or atleast for Caleb, Zayne, and Sylus hehe

Prompt: Introducing your boyfriend to your family at a cliche filipino party hehe so you got the nosy titas, energetic younger pinsans, and the titos hogging the karaoke machine and drinking before lunch barely starts.

Feel free to ignore this or do whatever you want with the idea. I'm just really excited to find another filo lads fan 🥹💖

Ingat and stay hydrated!! (JUSKO PO NAPAKA INIT PARANG AKONG BARBEQUE INIIHAW SA LABAS)

🍓 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ introducing him to your filipino family ── ★ !!

featuring: sylus, caleb, xavier, rafayel, zayne

note/s: ayy thank u so much for reaching out and super sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for a month 😭 it's been staring at me like a neglected tupperware in the fridge but anyway here i am finally replying LMAO bro ur family is never gonna let u break up with any of them LMAO good luck 😭😭😭

── 𐔌 SYLUS ؛ ଓ

si sylus yung mukhang bad boy na lowkey intimidating pero mabait sa bata kaya biglang magiging fan favorite

si tita baby: "alam mo nung high school ako nakipag date rin ako sa isang bad boy eh... kaso iniwan ako..." (habang may hawak na red horse)

sylus, deadpan: "… sorry to hear that po."

brings imported chocolate or some fancy snack from abroad tas ubos in 0.2 seconds kasi dinumog ng mga bata

sumubok mag-karaoke kahit alam niyang sintunado 😭 "tito ano next song?"

mga pinsan mo: "UY BAD TRIP KA SYLUS HINDI YAN YUNG TUNOG NG 'BAKIT PA BA' NI JAY R!!"

after the party habang nag-aayos ng gamit biglang lalapit si tita baby: "wag mong saktan yung pamangkin ko ha? kasi pag sinaktan mo…" (may hawak na tsinelas)

sylus, with a small smile: "opo, tita."

── 𐔌 CALEB ؛ ଓ

bro’s already part of the fam at this point. like as soon as he steps in, he's giving out mano to the titos and titas. your lola LOVES him.

every time he visits, someone asks him to fix their electric fan or their car. like hindi pa siya nakaka-upo, may tatlong pinsan na nakaabang with “kuya kuya tulong naman sa...”.

tito na lasing at 3 PM: "kaya mo bang lumipad ng lasing ha?"

caleb: "uh... hindi po advisable yun tito." (deadpan face pero polite pa rin 😭)

all the younger pinsans follow him around kasi "kuya caleb!! kuya caleb!! can you make a paper airplane?? kuyaaa!!!" 😭

the titas are already planning the wedding kahit kaka-meet pa lang niya sa family 😭💀 "sayang naman kung hindi mo papakasalan yan, ha!"

kuya caleb helping out sa handaan kahit hindi siya pinapagalaw, like girl he’s at the grill, checking the isaw like a pro

── 𐔌 XAVIER ؛ ଓ

literally nasa sulok buong party, nakasalampak sa isang plastic na monobloc chair

mukha na siyang inaantok kahit kakadating niyo pa lang 😭

"xavier gusto mo ba ng coke?"

xavier, barely awake: "sige po." (pero hindi naman niya iniinom kasi nakatulog na siya 😭)

may batang tatabi sa kanya tas makikitulog na rin siya doon 😭

titas are like "ay ang cute naman ng boyfriend mo pero... okay lang ba siya??"

"ganito lang po talaga siya." 😭

pagkatapos ng party ikaw yung nag-aalalay sa kanya habang half-asleep siya, tas mga tita mo: "pakasalan mo na yan para maalagaan mo siya forever!"

xavier, still half-asleep: "okay lang naman." (???)

── 𐔌 RAFAYEL ؛ ଓ

"painter ka???" – "oo po." – "nako, may pera ba dyan?"

then they find out na HE'S RICH AS HELL and they’re like "ahhhhhh ibang usapan na to!!" 😭

rafayel looking all pretty and composed in some crisp linen shirt tas yung mga titos like "anong medium mo? oil? acrylic?" (as if they know art)

then the titas see his hands, all stained with faint traces of paint, tas biglang "naku, artist talaga, alam mong hardworking!!"

rafayel looking slightly uncomfortable habang pinapalibutan siya ng curious titas but he’s smiling politely (pogi pa rin kahit awkward 😭)

one of the titas asks if he can paint her portrait, and he’s like "sure po" tapos yung buong barangay magpapalista na rin 😭

he brings some fancy dessert like "oh, i picked this up from paris last week." 😭 tas ur tita’s like "naku anak, ang swerte mo naman!!"

ur lola IMMEDIATELY asks "mayaman ba pamilya niya?" tas u gotta be like "lola…" 😭

one of the younger cousins asks him to draw something and he just… whips out a full art piece in like 10 mins?? tas the kids are losing their minds 😭

ur titas are hovering over his shoulder like "ang galing!! dapat ikaw na mag-design ng mga debut invitation!!"

he just quietly sits in a corner and sketches the chaos of the party. later u see the drawing and he’s drawn u laughing w ur family… AND UR HOLDING HIS HAND IN THE DRAWING??

── 𐔌 ZAYNE ؛ ଓ

the moment mo i-introduce as a doctor?? instant favoritism

"anong specialization mo?"

"ah cardiology po."

"NAKU YUNG TATAY KO MAY HYPERTENSION!! ZAYNE ANAK MAY CHECK UP KA BA BUKAS??"

titas already setting up an appointment na parang wala siyang sariling ospital 😭

tita baby: "alam mo pag doktor talaga, jackpot ka na dyan iha!!"

every convo with a tita goes like:

"Dok, anong mabisang gamot sa ano..."

"Dok, yung asawa ko may maintenance, ano pong maganda..."

kahit gusto niyang umupo in peace, ang ending may mini-consultation booth na siya sa tabi ng pancit bihon.

ended up giving free medical advice halfway through lunch 😭😭 "Uminom po kayo ng tubig, wag masyado sa chicharon ha… Ah, may maintenance meds po ba kayo?"

hindi na siya makalabas ng sala kasi may pila ng tito at tita na nagpapacheckup na parang clinic 💀

"Dok, may kilala ka bang pwedeng magpa-check ng blood pressure ng mura?"

super chill lang si zayne habang may batang humihila ng manggas niya asking him if he's a superhero 😭

nagbibigay ng medical advice sa tabi ng karaoke machine habang si tito jojo kinakanta yung "MY WAY" sa top volume tas walang pumipigil kasi baka magalit si tito 😭

after party: bigla mong maririnig sa isang tita "yung zayne na yun... dapat pakasalan mo na yun ha?"

[hopelesshaidys]

imagine iida x reader (crushing stage) where someone makes the reader laugh so hard they snort and tenya doesn’t say anything but it’s like the cutest thing in the world to him

love love love love love love love love love love love love love lo-

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‧₊˚♡pairing: Iida Tenya x gn! reader

‧₊˚♡tags: just so much fluff yall tenya is so cutie but unfortunately no beta i probably need someone to look over my work before i post oh well :D

‧₊˚♡a/n: i got a little carried away oopsies, but also i wanted iida to say smth abt it bc i am a tenya blabbermouth BELIEVER ✊

‧₊˚♡masterlist

inbox is open! hit me up with ur ideas ;)

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It was a beautiful day out at UA.

Class 1A had all gathered outside for a mass picnic, teenagers buzzing with excitement with how much food and deserts were being passed around the outdoor area. They had been planning this picnic for some time now, and after three occasions causing them to cancel, they could finally have their day in the sun.

The weather was just warm enough to sit and sunbathe in for hours without getting uncomfortable as there was a slight breeze constantly blowing through to keep things cool. The skies were a gorgeous blue, littered with big white fluffy clouds and birds flying overhead. There were various flowers blooming all around the class, along with different shades of greens. It was truly a sight to take in, but Tenya couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

Ever since he had met you, Tenya truly felt as if you were a one in a million. Everything about you was so enticing to the teen, making him feel things that he had never felt before. To Tenya, this feeling was more than a mere crush, but pure admiration. He loves how motivated and strong you are, how effortlessly beautiful you can be. You were incredibly smart and seemed to always have a solution to any problem thrown your way. You were kind, but had boundaries that everyone knew not to cross. The way you talked always captivated him, and your laugh? Iida Tenya was completely and utterly whipped, and he had no idea what to do about it.

It had gotten to the point where it was so painfully obvious that the whole class wanted to see him confess to you, but Tenya didn’t want to trouble you with his feelings. The logical side of him said that you didn’t like him romantically, and even if you did you needed to focus fully on your future. Tenya refused to cause you turmoil, and as long as he was able to watch you succeed in life he was happy.

Except on days like these.

When Tenya saw you, out of the corner of his eyes, glowing in the sunlight. You looked like you just ascended down from the heavens, blessing all who are around you with your presence. The way your hair framed your face, and your eyes glimmered making him want to look into them every second of the day. Kaminari started saying nonsense that Tenya didn’t even try to understand, but he watched you light up at his words giggling and continuing the string of nonsense. Somehow, he felt an overwhelming urge to learn about whatever niche pop culture reference the two of you were talking about just so he could make you smile like that, with a big carefree grin.

“You should go over to them,” Ochako’s voice whispered in the boy’s ear. He tore his focus away from you to his friend, who was smiling with a knowing look on her face. The two of them were collecting drinks and ice to put them into coolers, a task that Tenya thought was going to distract him but of course your aura was too strong of a distraction for him.

Stubbornly, he pushed his glasses up on his nose and looked down at the drinks shaking his head. “That would be rude of me to interrupt their conversation.”

Tenya didn’t even have to look up to see Ocakos pout, as he heard her audible “hmph” she says when she becomes frustrated.

“You wouldn’t be interrupting! They would be thrilled to hang out with you, like they always are.” Though the brunette continued to do her job, he felt her brown eyes glare into his face as if she had a mind controlling quirk. Tenya just sighed, wishing what his friend said was true. You always looked so much more happier with people other than him. As much as he loves to see you shine, he wishes he could be the one to make you like that.

Soon the two teens were done with the coolers and began to bring them over. The rest of the class noticed and started to cheer for the cool refreshments, many people calling out their names. Tenya and Ochako put the drinks down next to the tables full of food and suddenly the class lined up and filled their plates with food.

Soon enough everyone found their areas to settle in, and Tenya ever so stubborn, refused to make a plate until everyone was finished. He wanted to make sure everyone was satisfied with the system set up along with watching people (mainly the boys) to make sure they don’t take strenuous amounts of food.

“You didn’t have to do all of that you know,” a voice said causing Tenya to rip his attention away from Sero and Kaminari’s giggling. You were standing close to him, a plate in hand and ready to sit down and join the rest of the group. Tenya scanned your face, as you had your eyebrows raised and your hand on your hip.

Trying not to become flustered at such a quick interaction, Tenya crossed his arms.

“You’re absolutely right i don’t have to do this, but I want to.” He said as he looked back at the area now full of teens sitting on picnic blankets. Your laughter echoed, then your warm hand was placed on his shoulder making his heart flutter.

“Come on, let’s get a plate.”

As if he was put under a spell, Tenya followed behind you and complied to your request. You made small talk about the food, making jokes which he appreciated greatly. He always seemed to lose his ability to talk when around you. Eventually he found his words again and began to create a comfortable conversation with you. However, the moment ended soon and when you reached the end of the line of food Tenya found himself deflate knowing the two of you would separate soon.

That was until you spun around on your heels with a big grin on your face.

“Come sit with me.”

Tenya, caught off guard, felt his face warm up as he sputtered out a response. “Yes-yes of course!”

Somehow your grin widened and you grabbed his free hand dragging him over to an open spot on the picnic blanket. Immediately the two of you were welcomed to the area, but Tenya still felt frazzled by your recent actions. However he settled down quickly with your newfound closeness, always feeling a sort of peace around you. His shoulders and neck automatically relaxed and he’s even gotten comments about how “laid back” he seems to be whenever you’re next to him. Tenya was able to sit and not over analyze or worry as much when he was around you, and for that he is forever grateful. Especially on days like these.

The blue haired boy found himself chuckling along with his classmates and eating without concern, feeling like a true teenager. He liked to peer at you as well, especially with how close the two of you were sitting. There were times he caught you smiling at him, and instead of feeling embarrassed you just kept on looking at him with a gentle look in your eyes. Tenya on the other hand would immediately react, and never quite knew what to do with himself.

It wasn’t until everyone was finished and laid out on the ground that there was a sense of peace over the group of teens. Tenya was listening to Ochako tell a childhood story when he heard a squeal coming from his left.

Now alerted, Tenya whipped his head over and to his surprise he saw you, Kaminari, Sero, and Mina all looking at your phone. He watched as each one of the group started to break away to laugh and make unusual sounds and faces. Then, his eyes shifted to you (always shifting to you) and he watched as your head was thrown back due to laughter.

The sun was setting, the soft glow of sunshine lit your face perfectly. You’re eyes were more alive, and your skin seemed to shine. He watched as you let out an uncontrollable laugh, and when you put your head back you snorted.

Almost immediately, Tenya pipped up as he saw you throw your hand to your face in surprise as your friends laughed even harder at your accidental snort. But Tenya just watched, face as red as a tomato as he realized that everything you did was going to make him feel like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

“Oh my god!” You coughed out, eyes watery and cheeks red from laughing so hard. To his surprise, you faced Tenya with wide eyes.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that,” you were still giggling but he could tell there was a shade of embarrassment on your face. He felt confused as to why you turned to him specifically and apologized for such an adorable laugh you let out. He loved watching you laugh, anything that made you happy made him happy.

“Why? It was cute.”

Suddenly it was Tenya’s turn to be embarrassed, because he didn’t even realize he said that out loud until he watched your face blossom into a deeper blush. As soon as Tenya started to sputter out apologies you just smiled, watching the boy furiously try to cover up the compliment he blurted out.

“You think I’m cute?” As soon as you said that he paused, and everyone around watched in silence because surely Tenya was going to start steaming with how red his face was.

Instead, you just laughed at the embarrassed boy, and he was able to get lost in your beauty once again. Maybe one day he’ll be the reason you laugh so hard you snort, and maybe he’ll get to kiss your cute lips. But for now, he’ll just watch your beautiful laughter unfold underneath the sunlight.

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hi loves!! sorry bout the procrastination i am working on my inbox shit and my own ideas-especially for other fandoms hehe

[mrmeowski]

Hello~ I just read ur work "Can I" and aughhhh im falling in love with my biases more XD If it alright, could i make 2 requests and you can choose either one or both of em? the characters are fr dan heng, aventurine, dr ratio, jiaoqiu, jing yuan and ae!sunday 1. Them with a s/o who is sensitive to the cold but they refuse to complain to him thinking it may bother them. like how'd they

2. Them with a s/o who wants to exchange bites of food or sweets with them (they have one food and the boi has another that they wanna try basically so they askin fr a nibble). Tempted to see the fluffy behaviours or maybe teasing ones whichever u assume And just in case, I apologise if its too much wrk XP

.🍮♠💙

˚✧𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞✧˚

Synopsis: You’ve always caught colds quicker than others, and even when you’re uncomfortable, you struggle to speak up, prioritizing others over yourself. But what happens when you meet someone who makes your well-being theirt utmost priority?

CW: Coughing blood [Jing Yuan], injured soldiers [Jiaoqiu], slight character backstory spoilers [Aventurine, Jiaoqiu], slight suggestive

A/N: Hey Anon!! I'm really glad you liked my work and I'll be making both of your requests becuase they look sooo fun to make☺️ And since I'm dried up of HSR ideas

Word Count: 6.5k

Characters: 🧡༻✧ Aventurine [1.4k] 💜༻✧ Dan Heng [872] 🧡༻✧ Dr. Ratio [827] 💜༻✧ Jiaoqiu [985] 🧡༻✧ Jing Yuan [1.1k] 💜༻✧ Sunday [1.4k]

⋇⊰AVENTURINE⊱⋇

Sigonia-IV was a harsh world, its sun scorching during the day and its nights plunging into a cold that felt as though it could freeze your very bones. The people here learned to adapt, to survive under the relentless heat by day and the bitter chill by night.

But for you, the balance was difficult, especially during the cold nights when your body felt as if it were being shredded by the freezing temperatures. You could barely get any sleep, constantly waking in discomfort, wrapped in whatever rags you could find to keep yourself warm.

Your friend, Kakavasha was always the one to notice when you’d start wearing down, never letting you hide it for too long.

"Man, [Name]... you look awful." He pinched your cheek one morning as you rubbed your eyes, groaning as you tried to shake off the exhaustion.

"Shut up," you hissed, swatting his hand away.

You rolled your eyes, feeling the weight of the bags under them. You'd been running on fumes for days, the sleepless nights piling up on you.

His laughter following you as you walked through the dusty streets.

“You know, [Name]... we should skip the labor for the day. Your birthday’s coming up, riiight?”

You yawned and rubbed your eyes again, trying to ignore how tired you really were.

“...You know we can’t,” you muttered, not bothering to look at him.

You knew how it would go. The labor was constant here. There was no such thing as a break unless you could afford it—and you couldn’t. Not on Sigonia-IV.

"Augh, come on, look at you!" He nudged your shoulder with his elbow, forcing you to look at him. His grin was cheeky, a playful glint in his eyes. "You look like a corpse! Just.. one day. I know a spot!"

His persistence made you sigh in defeat. You’d been too exhausted to argue, and deep down, you knew he wasn’t going to let you say no.

“Fine,” you said, giving in with a resigned shrug. "But only this time." His eyes sparkled with excitement, and before you could brace yourself, he’d grabbed your arm, pulling you along as he charged forward.

“Wait—” you stammered, struggling to match his pace as you stumbled over the uneven ground, nearly tripping on rocks and loose debris. “V-Vasha, hold up!” But he either didn’t hear you or chose to ignore your plea, his laughter ringing out as he weaved through the sparse crowd.

Soon, the noise and remnants of the town faded, and you found yourself surrounded by open, barren land. The sun blazed overhead, intense enough that you had to pull your hood up to shield yourself from its harsh rays, but heseemed unfazed by the heat, charging ahead with an energy that felt endless.

“Are we close?” You panted, but he only grinned, slowing down just enough to keep the mystery alive.

You trailed him along a path winding up the side of a rocky slope. The terrain was uneven but soon you found yourself climbing higher until the view stretched out into something unexpected.

You were speechless, mouth slightly open as you gazed at the sight before you.

The endless expanse of desert and mountains glowed under the skies painted in a deep hues of red, purple, and a soft, golden orange that radiated from the sun. Feathery clouds streaked across the sky in hues of crimson and violet, blending into an almost surreal canvas.

"It's… beautiful," you whispered, transfixed by the stunning view, your eyes locked on the horizon.

“I know.” He murmured softly, but his gaze wasn’t on the horizon—it was on you, taking in the awe in your expression, the way your eyes reflected the colors of the sky. “It’s truly beautiful... Come on, no time for sightseeing! We're still not there," He called out, his hand suddenly grasping yours, giving it a gentle tug to bring you closer.

“Wait… this isn’t the spot?”

“It’s... a part of it, but the real gem is just ahead." He moved ahead, his hand still holding yours as he led you toward a cave entrance, hidden behind a curtain of beads.

The beads shimmered in the dying light of the day, the sound of them clinking lightly against one another as he pushed them aside, revealing the interior of the cave.

You gasped, stepping inside. The walls were lined with old trinkets—fragments of forgotten times, relics from some long-past era.

The flickering remnants of a campfire sat cold in the center, and around it were pillows and blankets, their fabric faded and worn.

“Do you like it?” His voice carrying a hint of nervousness as he watched you take in the small cave.

“Yes! So, you found all of this?” You reached out, tracing a finger over one of the metal pieces scattered about, fascinated by each strange object.

He grinned, looking pleased.

“Yeah! There are tons of these out here, though I couldn’t tell you where half of them came from,” he laughed, watching you examine one in particular with intrigue. Recognizing it, he moved closer. “Wait—give me that one for a second. I wanna show you something cool.”

From the on, the two of you spent hours talking, laughing, and experimenting with each trinket. But eventually, the light began to fade.

The sky outside the cave transformed into rich shades of red and purple as the sun dipped low, casting shadows across the cave walls. You blinked, realizing how late it had gotten.

“The sun’s going down…” you murmured, a hint of worry creeping into your voice. “I-I don’t think we’ll be able to get back in time.” He only gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“That’s fine,” he said, squatting down to gather some rocks. “I’ve spent the night here plenty of times. I’ll get a fire going. We’ll be warm.” You tried to smile, but the idea of spending a night in this cold made you tense.

For him, it might be comfortable enough, but for you…

The fire crackled softly, you asked him about his favorite piece, his eyes lighting up as he shared the memories.

Eventually, as the sun dimmed and the stories faded, the chill in the air grew sharper, but you tried not to let it show. You faked a smile as he settled down across from you, rolling onto his side with a yawn.

"Goodnight, [Name]..." he murmured, half-asleep already.

“Goodnight, Vasha,” you replied, burrowing into your thin blanket and tucking your legs into your hoodie.

As soon as his eyes were closed, your smile faded. You could feel the cold seeping into your bones, making you shiver despite your best efforts.

No matter how tightly you wrapped yourself, the fire offered little relief, and your fingers and toes started to go numb. Glancing over, you noticed that even he seemed affected; he shifted occasionally, his face scrunched up as he tried to stay warm in his sleep.

A thought flickered through your mind—perhaps you could just inch closer to him, share a little warmth. But then again, he was sound asleep now, his chest rising and falling steadily. You didn’t want to disturb him.

Instead, you pulled off your own thin blanket and quietly moved over to him, draping it around his shoulders. For a moment, you watched as he unconsciously snuggled into the extra warmth, a slight smile softening. You hoped it would help him rest a little better.

With your blanket now gone, you returned to the fire, trying to warm your hands over the low flames.

The chill was so intense that your entire body trembled, and you pulled your legs tighter to your chest. It was then that you heard a low, sleepy voice break the silence.

"[Name]...?" His voice heavy with sleep. "You're still awake?"

You froze, trying not to let on how miserable you felt. His gaze narrowing as he took in your shivering form. He noticed then, your thin blanket draped over him instead of you, and his expression shifted from confusion to concern.

He sat up slowly, his gaze lingering on your hunched figure for a moment before he crawled toward you without saying a word. He closed the distance, his brows furrowed.

Without warning, he pressed his side against yours, wrapping one of the blankets around both of you. You felt the warmth of his body as he pulled you close, his arm sliding around your shoulders to hold you firmly against him.

"Why didn’t you say anything, huh?" He murmured,

"I… I didn’t want to wake you," you admitted, cheeks flushing at his closeness.

He huffed softly, almost amused, as if the very idea was ridiculous.

"I’d rather be woken up than see you trying to freeze yourself like this. Giving up your only blanket like a self-sacrificing hero..." he teased, nudging his head on the crook of your neck.

"Guess you’re lucky I’m here to take over that role."

⋇⊰DAN HENG⊱⋇

Man, it sure is chilly here. You despised the cold—it crept into your bones, made your fingers stiff and your thoughts sluggish. Yet, somehow, you found yourself sitting in Dan Heng’s room, enduring what felt like the iciest atmosphere on the Astral Express.

How did this happen? Well, you had volunteered to help him with his research on a particular planet and its people. It had seemed like a good idea at the time—spending time with him, delving into his meticulous work, maybe even impressing him a little with your insights.

But you hadn’t considered one key detail: He liked his room cold, arctic even. And now, with the cooler set to its lowest possible temperature, you were fighting the urge to shiver.

You glanced at him, sitting calmly at his desk, completely unaffected by the temperature. He had always been composed, almost detached in his demeanor.

Asking him to turn down the cooler felt... intrusive, like you’d be disrupting his sense of balance. This was his space, after all, and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable in his own room.

“Hey, [Name], take a look at this." His calm voice pulled you from your thoughts.

He turned slightly, his teal gaze meeting yours, the faint glow of his device reflecting in his eyes. You pushed yourself up from where you were sitting.

Every step was a fight to suppress the shiver running through your body, your fingers numb despite being stuffed in your pockets.

“What is it?” Keeping your voice steady as you moved closer to him.

He gestured toward the display, a map of a distant planet spinning in holographic detail. “This planet—Denvalis-IV—caught my attention. Its climate is… unique.”

You leaned in to get a better look, but instead of focusing, your mind was drawn to the faint warmth radiating from his form. It was subtle, like a beacon against the icy atmosphere of his room.

For a moment, you let yourself indulge, thinking maybe, just maybe, you could edge a little closer without him noticing—

“[Name], are you even listening?”

The sharp question jolted you from your reverie, your eyes darting back to the screen.

“O-Of course!” You said quickly, trying to play it cool.

He raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, but he didn’t push.

“Hmph...” He turned his attention back to the screen. “What did you learn of this place?"

"Let me show you.” With a few tap, images of its habbitants displayed on the screen. "The inhabitants—look at them." You pointly but the moment you relieazed your hand was shaking you instantly put it down. "They’re… incredible."

The projection showed a group of Denvalis-IV's residents—tall, sinewy figures with thick, layered exoskeletons that shimmered faintly, almost like armor.

"Despite the violent storms, extreme temperatures further amplified by the Stellaron, they've been able to adapt," you continued. "And it’s not just physical. Look at these structures—they’ve developed entire cities that are mobile, designed to migrate with the weather patterns."

“It’s fascinating,” he murmured, leaning closer to study the images. “They’ve managed to build entire civilizations in this planet... even after the Stellaron erupted." His gaze flicked to you, something unreadable in his expression. “You’re knowledgeable,” he said, his voice soft. “And you’re also…”

You froze, sensing his next words before he spoke them.

“…cold.”

He then raised his hand, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. The warmth of his touch made you involuntarily lean toward him, seeking it like a moth to a flame.

His warmth was comforting, but it also amplified how much the freezing temperature of the room had bitten into you. Eyes softened slightly as he observed you.

“Your cheeks are puff..." He glance down, noticing your tembling hands, "and you’re shivering.” His lips pressed into a thin line, and with a sigh, he turned away to adjust the cooler.

The hum of the air system shifted, and the temperature in the room began to rise.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked, his back still to you.

You tried to shrug it off, shoving your hands into your pockets to conceal their shaking.

“You’re… quite observant.”

He turned back to you, his gaze piercing yet patient.

“Deflecting the question won’t help you," he said, his tone soft but firm.

You hesitated but finally, you admitted, "Well, I just… I-It’s your room. I didn’t want to bother you. I figured you like the cold, so—”

“So, you prioritize others’ comfort above your own?” He interrupted, stepping closer.

The sudden proximity made your breath hitch. He was so close now, his quiet intensity pulling all your focus. His warm breath brushed against your chilled skin, and for a moment, all you could do was stare.

He tilted his head slightly, observing you as though trying to read the thoughts you weren’t voicing. “Hmm...” he murmured, his voice lower now, almost teasing.

His arm moved, slow but deliberate, slipping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your pulse quickened as the heat of his body cut through the lingering chill in the room.

His expression remained composed, but the faint blush dusting his pale cheeks didn’t escape your notice.

“...I do enjoy being this close to you. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

⋇⊰DR. RATIO⊱⋇

The library was your sanctuary, a place where the air hummed softly with silence, inviting you to dive into your work. Today, it beckoned like a far-off paradise, you'd love to go there if the winter wind isn't creeping through the walls, chilling you to the bone.

Bundled up in your thickest jacket, you made a quick hot cocoa in the small kitchenette, hoping it’d warm you just enough to keep working. Your dormmate, Ratio Veritas, was engrossed in a dense-looking tome, his gaze fixed in a way that made him look almost statuesque, detached from the cold entirely.

You sighed, slipping back into your room, hoping to hide your shivering mess from him. You knew he disliked interruptions, and you didn’t want to hear him complain about you 'ruining his concentration' with your uncontrollable shivers.

You sat at your desk, fingers trembling as you flipped open your books, each word on the page starting to blur. But you refused to tell him and do something that can help.

It's no use anyway, he'd only huff, make some pointed comment about your lack of preparation, or worse, pretend to ignore you altogether. Besides, you didn’t want to burden him, especially when he was absorbed in his work.

Time passed, or so it felt. Your focus drifted, every fiber of your being caught in an cold-induced fatigue. You thought about getting up, maybe crawling under the covers of your bed, but as you pushed yourself to stand, the world swirled and faded into black.

When your eyes opened, you realized you were no longer at your room but on someone’s lap. Warmth wrapped around you, unfamiliar and yet... oddly comforting.

A gentle hand brushed through your hair, moving rhythmically, soothing you back to wakefulness. Blinking, you looked up, eyes trailing from a complicated book cover down to his familiar profile

“Veritas...?” You murmured, still disoriented.

He glanced down, face as unamused as always.

“Ah. You’re finally awake.” His voice held its usual cold tone, but his hand didn’t stop its careful stroking through your hair.

It felt far gentler than his gaze would ever imply.

“W-What happened?” Stammering, trying to shift, but he placed a hand on your shoulder to keep you still.

“You passed out,” he replied, his voice a low mutter as he went back to his book.

Your eyes widened. You... passed out? Now that he mentioned it, you could feel a faint throbbing in your head and a dull ache in your abdomen from the fall. Heat crept into your cheeks, embarrassed and unsure.

You hadn’t meant to make a scene, and you hadn’t meant for him to get involved.

“I’m… I-I’m sorry." The words rolled out your tounge before you even realized it.

He raised a brow, tilting his book slightly to inspect you as though you were an anomaly in need of explanation.

“Has the fall scrambled your brain?” He asked, his tone dry, even a bit amused. “What could you possibly be sorry for?” He closed his book completely, leaning in a bit, scrutinizing you with a detached but focused intensity. “Hmm... perhaps there’s an internal bleeding and affected your speech?” He mused.

Your cheeks flushed as you averted your gaze.

“No, no… It’s just… you were busy, and I didn’t want to bother you, so—”

“So, you chose to hide that your suffering?” He chuckled, a sound both mocking and strangely warm. “I would never undermine the value of academic focus, but you’ve taken it to the extreme. This involves you life, not just a mere distraction.” Leaning back, he reopened his book, though his eyes lingered on you, assessing. “In any case, I can study while you… stay here,” he murmured, almost to himself.

“What?” You shifted slightly, instinctively finding a more comfortable position, only to feel the firmness of his thigh tense under your head.

His fingers paused, but only for a moment, before he resumed the gentle circles on your scalp, thumb tracing patterns.

“I said, get some rest,” he replied, a slight edge in his voice, though the warmth in his touch betrayed any irritation.

For a man with such cutting words and an aloof demeanor, his touch was remarkably gentle, grounding you in a way that no words ever could explain.

Minutes passed in silence, the stillness of the room broken only by the faint rustle of the pages. Then, almost reluctantly, he bit back his pride and spoke, his voice softer, quieter.

“Hey... [Name],” he murmured, feeling you hum in response, shifting slightly in his lap. A shiver ran through him, though he quickly masked it.

Hidden behind his book, his cheeks flushed red, and he brought the book up to his face, hoping it concealed his expression.

“If... if you ever need anything or… if you want help with something,” he continued, voice barely a whisper. He swallowed, speaking through his own restraint. “Just… tell me, alright?”

⋇⊰JIAOQIU⊱⋇

You looked up at the artificial skies of Xianzhou Yaoqing, watching as what could only be described as raindrops fell from the simulated heavens. Though the rain was artificial, the chill it carried was all too real.

You shivered as the cold breeze brushed against your skin, and instinctively, you pulled your coat tighter, wishing it would do more to ward off the biting wind. The camp had just won a major battle, but the aftermath was far from over. The injured were many, and every hand was needed.

You couldn’t afford to slack off now, not when the medics were busy patching up soldiers and treating the wounded. The chill in the air was nothing compared to the urgency of the situation.

You swallowed your discomfort and turned toward the tents where the injured were being treated, your footsteps quickening as you walked deeper into the makeshift infirmary.

And then, you saw him—Jiaoqiu, focused as always, sitting beside a bed where a man lay, his hands deftly bandaging the soldier’s wounds.

The moment he heard your footsteps, his ears twitched, and he looked up, flashing you that signature, bright smile. His tail wagged, the motion almost too endearing.

"[Name]!" His voice was cheery, but there was a slight hesitation in it as his eyes lingered on your flushed cheeks. "You’re looking a little… flushed. Are you alright?"

You quickly masked your discomfort with a smile, trying to sound nonchalant despite the cold creeping into your bones. No, you couldn’t tell him. Not now, not when everyone needed all the help they could get.

"I'm fine," you said, though your voice lacked conviction. "Just.. a little tired. I-I’ll get going—there are still a lot of hands needed." You flashed him a quick smile, trying to appear unaffected. "See you later during your break."

With that, you hastily walked away, eager to get to work. What you didn’t notice was the way his eyes followed you.

Your movements had become sluggish as the day wore on. Your fingers were a bit stiff, the chill in your bones seeping into every part of your body, and you found yourself sniffling more than you cared to admit.

No, you couldn't—You couldn't let the Foxian or anyone see you like this. You were the one who was supposed to take care of the injured, not the other way around! You couldn't afford to show weakness.

"Dr. [Name]...?" A voice interrupted your thoughts. You blinked, looking down at the soldier in front of you. His face was pale, his breath shallow. "A-Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course," you answered too quickly, trying to brush off the unease you felt creeping up on you.

In reality, it was hard to focus on your work when you felt like your body was betraying you. Before you could go back to your task, you heard that voice again. It was familiar, and now, it sent a shiver down your spine—not from the cold, but from the sudden concern you knew it carried.

"As a medical student, I expect you to care of yourself, [Name]." His tone was lighter than usual, but you could still detect the hint of worry in it.

You turned to see him standing there, arms crossed, his smile gone, replaced by a frown.

"Ah, but I’m fine," you protested weakly, chuckling to dismiss the concern.

But when he closed the distance between you, his hand gently rested against your forehead, and the warmth from his touch made your heart skip a beat.

He hummed softly, the sound both soothing and commanding. "You have a cold, [Name]. It’s better to rest than push yourself." His voice was firm yet caring, and it made it impossible for you to argue.

"But—"

"No buts," he interrupted, his tone soft but resolute. Before you could react, he slipped his arms around your waist, effortlessly pulling you toward him. "Let's get you some rest, hm?" His smile returned, and it was warm and gentle, a stark contrast to his usual playful teasing.

You could feel your resolve crumbling as he drew you closer to his side. It felt like he was enjoying this a bit too much, if the sly smile playing on his lips as he led you away wasn't obvious enough.

"I could do it myself, Jiaoqiu! You need to go treat the soldiers!" You sighed in defeat, but you knew deep down that resistance was futile.

The moment he set his mind to something, you knew you’d lose.

"I’m on my break," he simply said, as if that explanation was enough to make you stop worrying. "I have nothing to do." Just as you were about to shoot another complaint, he raised his hand, signaling to one of the nearby medics.

"Need a hand over here!" He called out, his voice calm and commanding, directing the medic to help with the soldier you’d been treating earlier.

Turning back to you, he flashed you an innocent smile. "See? No need to worry about anything!" Every part of him practically pressed against you.

His arm was firmly wrapped around your waist, holding you close, and you could feel the soft, comforting weight of his tail winding gently around your leg.

Sure, it was a bit of a struggle to walk with him so near, but the heat from his body made it easy to ignore the chill that had settled deep within you.

You could feel the vibration of his chest as he chuckled, a soft sound that filled the air. His gaze lowered to meet yours, your eyes neatly closed and mouth slightly parted as though you were feeling heaven.

"I suppose I'm your medicine?" He mused, his finger tracing down the curve of your cheek with a gentle touch. He paused, his grin widening as he leaned closer. "Not that I mind... I could be all the warmth you'd ever need."

⋇⊰JING YUAN⊱⋇

You stared out from the fleet, watching as the snow-covered planet loomed into view, a world blanketed in endless ice. Even from behind the glass, you could feel a chill settling into your bones.

How did you end up here? Well, it had all started with a single slip of the tongue—admitting, without much thought, that you'd never once seen snow.

He’d looked at you curiously, his golden gaze sharp but gentle.

"Never seen snow?" He asked, surprised, his usual calm demeanor giving way to a hint of wonder.

You’d shrugged, brushing it off, mentioning briefly that your mother had never let you go anywhere with winter’s bite, then tried to change the subject.

But Jing Yuan had clearly taken it to heart. The General, in his subtle, thoughtful way, had decided he’d remedy that, and when the opportunity came—a mission to a world wrapped in eternal winter—he’d practically dragged you along.

Seeing his excitement, you hadn’t the heart to tell him the truth, that your mother hadn’t been overprotective without reason. She had known, as you did, that you were sensitive to the cold. But how could you ruin the General’s rare, genuine smile?

The doors slid open, and a harsh gust of icy wind hit you instantly, slicing through even the thick jacket he had insisted you wear.

You braced yourself, steeling against the cold. It wasn’t too bad—yet. Surely, you could hold out for a little while, right? Just enough to take in this strange, pristine winter world he’d wanted to show you.

"Isn't it magnificent?" He raised his gloved hand, catching a snowflake as it fluttered down.

He watched it melt into his palm, an almost childlike wonder on his face. The sight shook you from your thoughts, and, for the first time, you really looked around. Winter, in your mind, had always seemed bland—just a blur of whites and grays, cold and endless.

But standing here now, you could see the glistening world laid out before you. Snow blanketed the landscape, softening every angle, making everything look divine, untouched, as though you’d set foot into a world beyond reality.

You stepped out, your foot sinking deep into the snow. A sharp gasp escaped you at the sudden cold, and you whipped around, catching him chuckling behind you.

Embarrassment flared in your cheeks, warming them a bit as you muttered, “It’s not funny…” You turned your gaze back to the vast, shimmering landscape, hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush creeping up your cheeks. “But… it is beautiful.” You took a few more steps, each one slightly awkward as your feet sank into the soft, powdery snow.

The crunch underfoot was strangely satisfying, each step sending a tiny thrill through you. Just as you were getting used to it, you felt something hit your back with a soft, cold thud. Whirling around, you found the General standing there, a mischievous grin plastered on his face, a snowball in hand.

“A general, starting snowball fights?” You said, raising a brow, trying to keep a straight face.

He shrugged with a smirk, as if throwing snowballs were a part of some important tactical training.

“Come now, did you think I’d let you enjoy this in peace?”

You bent down to gather some snow, forming a snowball of your own.

“In that case, General." Smiling as you took aim, “Prepare for battle!” The snowball left your hand, hurtling toward him, but he dodged it effortlessly, flashing you a playful smirk as he prepared to throw his next one.

And so began a wild, impromptu snowball fight between you and the general, each of you laughing and teasing as snow flew back and forth. In the thrill of the moment, the biting cold around you seemed distant, almost... forgotten. But there was a dangerous oversight.

You had underestimated winter’s toll on you. Between handfuls of icy snow and the chilled wind cutting across your exposed face, your body quickly began to feel the effects. Reality crashed down on you suddenly; your knees wobbled, then buckled, sending you crumpling to the ground.

“[Name]? [Name]!” His voice broke through the haze, distant and muffled, as you felt yourself slipping.

Everything grew fuzzy and dim, until all you could see was the stark white ground tinged with an alarming splash of red. He knelt before you, his voice laced with a rare edge of worry.

“[Name]?” He called again, urgency straining his usually steady tone.

His strong hands tilted your face up, but you barely registered it as the void overtook your vision.

In what felt like seconds—or perhaps hours—you blinked your eyes open, squinting against the dim light. There was a gentle weight on you, the tickle of soft hair brushing against your neck.

Groggily, you let out a faint groan, your hand sluggishly rising to push away what felt like a very heavy, unyielding presence on top of you. Whoever it was clearly had no sense of their own weight.

A low rumble vibrated against your chest as if this someone was grumbling, “Awake, are we?” His usual calmness was there, but you could hear a faint tremor of relief as he lifted his head to meet your gaze. His face softened, though his brow remained furrowed with concern. “You worried me back there.”

He lifted his head to meet your eyes, his face softening, though his brow remained knitted with concern.

“I’m sorry…” The apology left you in a near-whisper, and he made a quiet, thoughtful hum as he continued observing your features with that intense, almost unrelenting gaze.

“Perhaps this is why you’ve never seen snow?” His voice laced with a gentle tease touched by a genuine worry. “The medics said you got cold so quickly… your fingertips were already turning purple, you know. It wasn’t something to brush off.” You swallowed, cheeks warming, not quite able to meet his eyes.

“Y-Yeah... I’ve always been sensitive quite to the cold,” you admitted.

His hand rose to your cheek, his thumb brushing gently along your skin, warm against the lingering cold.

“But you did enjoy it, right?” He murmured.

Caught off guard, you hesitated, the warmth of his touch melting away the lingering chill that had clung to you since you’d first stepped onto the snowy planet.

You gave a small, reluctant nod.

“Of course I did..."

He chuckled, the sound low and soothing, “Good." his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment longer before slipping down to rest on your shoulder, pulling you closer.

“Then perhaps next time, you’ll tell me if you’re cold, hm? I'd never forgive myself if I hurt you with my actions...”

⋇⊰SUNDAY⊱⋇

The halls and rooms of the Astral Express felt colder than usual. You couldn't quite pinpoint why. Maybe you were coming down with something, or maybe it was the emptiness of the train itself.

Most of the crew was out on a mission, leaving only you, the ever-adorable conductor Pom-Pom, and the Halovian from Penacony, the newest addition to the crew.

You still weren’t sure how to feel about Sunday after everything that happened on Penacony. His calm demeanor and polite words seemed genuine enough, but there was still a sliver of doubt lingering in the back of your mind. Yet, as time passed, part of you wanted to believe his sincerity.

Sniffling softly, you tapped your fingers on the table, waiting for the coffee maker to finish brewing. The silence of the Express was unnerving. You’d grown accustomed to the lively presence of the Trailblazer and March 7th, always filling the place with their laughter and chatter. Now, the quiet was heavy.

A faint sound—the flip of a page—caught your attention. You glanced over, your eyes landing on him, seated on a nearby sofa. He was engrossed in a book, his wings tucked neatly behind him. Those small, puffy wings at the side of his head caught your eye.

Halovians had three pairs of wings, you'd heard. How warm did they feel? You couldn’t help but wonder, and the thought of running your fingers through those feathers danced at the edge of your mind. Would they be soft? Would they radiate warmth? And where are his other two?

You shook your head slightly. That would be way too forward, especially since you barely knew him. It was a silly thought anyway, but the cold made your mind wander.

You tore your gaze from his wings, only to meet his calm, steady eyes watching you intently. For a moment, you froze, unsure if it was from the lingering cold or simply the intensity of his gaze.

“[Name]?”

Blinking, you scrambled to regain your composure, attempting to smile as you buried your shaking hands deeper into your pockets.

“Wha… What is it?” you asked sheepishly.

“Your coffee’s finished.” He tilted his head ever so slightly, watching you with that unflinching gaze.

Your breath caught, feeling embarrassed under his stare. You must have looked like a wierdo.

“A-Ah! Right… thank you.” You tried to play it off, reaching quickly for the mug’s handle.

But your fingers, numb from the cold, barely managed to grip it before the weight slipped from your grasp. Everything happened in a blur.

The mug began to tilt, and in a desperate attempt, you reached with your other hand to catch it, only to feel the sharp sting of its hot surface searing your palm. With a reflexive jerk, you dropped it, the mug shattering against the floor.

"Shit..." You muttered under your breath, frustration bubbling over as you crouched to survey the damage.

From the distance, a high-pitched screech shattered the silence. “[Name]!” Pom-Pom’s unmistakable voice rang through the room, their little paws on their cheeks in cartoonish shock. “What have you done??”

You turned to face the adorable conductor, their tiny body practically vibrating with indignation. “Hmph! Clean your mess this instant!” They declared, paws now firmly planted on their hips.

You swore smoke is puffing out of their ears from frustration.

“I-I’m sorry, Pom-Pom! I’ll clean it up right away!” You stammered, scurrying off to fetch a dustpan and broom.

The air felt even colder when you returned, and as you knelt to sweep up the broken shards, you couldn’t help but notice how your hands trembled uncontrollably, each movement sending shivers through your already frozen body. Your teeth chattered despite your attempts to keep them still.

Focused on the mess before you, you didn’t realize someone was standing behind you until you bumped into them. Startled, you flinched and spun around, nearly dropping the broom in your hands. There, mere centimeters away, stood he, his piercing gaze fixed on you.

“May I assist you?” The Halovian tilted his head ever so slightly. “You appear to be shaking like a deer.”

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, perhaps a little too quickly, as you gripped the broom tighter in your trembling hands.

His brows knitted together, frowning.

“You’re clearly not fine. Your hands are trembling, and you’ve been shivering since earlier.” He crouched down to your level, his expression still composed but his gaze is a lot softer now.

“I said I’m fine,” you insisted, your tone firmer this time as you swept up a pile of shards, though your movements were clumsy and uneven.

His frown deepened, his golden eyes narrowing as they took in your trembling form.

"Enough." Before you could react, his gloved hands gently but firmly taking the dustpan and broom from your grasp.

You opened your mouth to protest, but the pointed look he shot you silenced you immediately.

"Get some rest, [Name]." His tone was calm yet commanding, leaving no room for argument. "If you'd like, I can brew you another coffee."

You stared at him, dumbfounded. The former head of the Oak Family, was kneeling on the floor to clean up a mess you had made? The thought alone was mortifying. More than that, you'd interrupted his reading—something you had tried so hard to avoid.

“I’m sorry...” You murmured, your voice barely audible as you quickly turned away and scurried down the hallway.

Once inside your room, you collapsed onto the bed with a sigh. The heater was on, but the cold seemed to seep through every crack and crevice, wrapping itself around you like an unwelcome guest. You tugged a blanket over your shoulders, but it did little to stop the shivers.

Moments later, a soft knock echoed through the door.

"May I come in?" His voice was smooth and quiet, like honey drizzling over a frozen lake.

You hesitated, clutching the blanket tighter.

"Y-Yeah." The door slid open, and he stepped inside, holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.

His elegant composure hadn’t faltered even for a bit. He set the cup down on the small table by your bedside before sitting beside you.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his golden gaze sweeping over you with a hint of concern.

“I’m fine,” you lied, averting your eyes. “Just... a little chilly, that’s all.”

He reached for the coffee and handed it to you, his fingers brushing yours briefly. The warmth of the mug felt like a lifeline in your frozen grip.

“Drink,” he said simply, leaning back against the headboard.

You looked at him then at the steaming mug before taking a cautious sip, the heat spreading through your chest and chasing away some of the cold.

You didn’t notice him moving until you felt the weight of his coat drape over your shoulders.

“Sunday—”

“Shhh..." He instantly hushed you down.

As the coat fell more snugly around you, you caught sight of something dark behind him. Two faintly shimmering pairs of wings stretched just beyond his back, their colors deeper and more shadowed than the smaller set behind his ears. They shifted slightly before folding back.

Your eyes lingered on them longer than you intended, and his lips quirked into the faintest smirk.

“Curious?” He asked, his voice teasing yet calm.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. “I wasn’t staring—”

“Oh? Then my eyes must be mistaken becuase you were,” he said, cutting you off again, though there was no malice in his tone.

“Oh? Then my eyes must be deceiving me, because you were,” he chuckled softly, a sound rich and melodic, like the first note of a forgotten song. "It’s fine, my dear," he murmured, though his voice faltered just slightly.

His gaze shifted momentarily, and for the briefest of moments, a shadow of vulnerability flickered across his features. His wings, darker and more imposing than usual, twitched faintly behind him, betraying his uneasiness.

But you paid no mind to his hesitation, far too enveloped in the unexpected warmth of his coat and presence. The heavy fabric wrapped around you like a cocoon, shielding you from the bitter cold that had clung to you all day.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable but instead soothing, like the calm after a storm. It was he who broke the serenity.

His voice low and steady as he spoke, “Next time, [Name], don’t shy away from me.”

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[theartofeggs]

@gremmed

tagged u so you'd know when i posted ur request lmao. I love it when Kylar's on the bottom. wish they didn't fight it so much in-game like just let me pamper u bbygirl. anyways it seems my dice yearn for trans men rn

Thanks for participating in my ask event! When a fic contains the PC as a main character, the PC will exclusively be referred to as "you," except from other characters, who will refer to the PC by their gender or some other defining characteristic. :) Brings me back to my "x reader" fic days. ahhh what nostalgia

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; Kylar gets railed into oblivion

Prompt: Kylar x PC (Smut) / CW: kidnapping, dubcon (not really), breeding kink, PC = evil-type crazy, babytrapping but they both want to babytrap the other so uh? - Kylar = AFAB & male, PC = AMAB & GN ((mostly) dice rolls) + bonus F! Sydney, M! Whitney, and M! Robin (only mentioned)

Welcomed Payback

The chair you've been strapped to is rather uncomfortable. The least Kylar could've done was make sure it was a chair with padding or something instead of some wooden old rickety one that felt one wrong move away from just snapping under you. Oh well. At least he put you in a different room to whatever's causing all that ruckus upstairs. Though, you almost wish he did, considering that it keeps scaring him away from you. You're a bit fed up with him just coming and going. Him feeding you fruit by hand is just about the most contact you've gotten with him so far. All he's done other than that is draw you some and sing a couple out-of-tune love songs he made himself.

Did you purposefully get him to go crazy and kidnap you? Yes. You weren't ashamed to admit it at this point. You've been a bit enamored with him yourself ever since he introduced himself, probably more than he was with you. You didn't think anything of helping a bully victim out of a beatdown, but when you saw how he looked up at you, like he witnessed the descent of a god, something in your brain was clicked on. Considering he wouldn't talk to you for the first few weeks of your attempts at getting to know him, you ended up going a different route and doing quite a bit of digging to find out more about him—you first befriended Sydney and lulled out any and all stories she could remember about Kylar when he was little, then moved on to breaking into more than just a couple government archives to flip through Kylar's, and his family's, past documents.

You knew where he lived before he ever followed you back to the orphanage, and, honestly? It hurt a little, to see how he wanted to be part of your life so bad but didn't seem to want you to be in his. So, you thought you'd nudge him the right way. You noticed he was prone to getting jealous, seeing how his expression would change whenever you'd chat with someone else during lunch, and you thought it'd be easy to use that against him. You'd flirt with anyone and everyone the moment you felt a familiar tingle on the back of your neck, and then relish in the dark, envious looks he'd give the hickeys on your neck when you saw him next. You weren't a big fan of sharing your body so casually with other people, but it would be well worth it if it meant you'd have Kylar in your hands at the end of your endeavors.

Robin was probably the only one you actually felt bad for. When Kylar had given you a little owl plush that so obviously had one of its glass eyes replaced with a camera lens, you had gotten an idea. Though, you struggled to find the right person to use for it. Sydney came to mind first, initially, since you were already close with her and you could smell her crush on you, but figured it'd be too much effort considering how deep her connections are to the temple. She'd totally try to get you to join. There was also Whitney, but Kylar's already watched you suck him off at least a dozen times, so there wouldn't be a big surprise factor with him. A random stranger wouldn't do either—if it did, the videos and photos of you online would've been plenty. But then, you remembered Robin.

You had successfully wooed him, flirting with and lewdly touching him every chance you had, until he finally visited you in your room at night. All it took was a week of tender words, and it made you pity the poor man, but you found you didn't care too much as you grinned up at the owl plush on your wardrobe, right when Robin was busy staining your innards with his cum. The feeling of him inside you was revolting to some extent, but you had washed out his cum the moment Robin had fallen asleep. To your delight, Kylar was waiting for you outside the very next morning. He looked far from pleased, a distant look in his eyes, as he lifted up a long tube with something metallic shining within. You looked directly at him and bared your neck, eagerly accepting the tranq dart as it sunk into your flesh.

But, now that you were here, you couldn't help but find it a bit boring. The most entertainment you've gotten was Kylar's occasional visits and the nigh-constant rumbling above your head. For the past few hours, you've exclusively been humming the nonsensical tune Kylar had sung to you and fiddling with the rope tying you down. At this point, you would've settled for an awful soap opera on whatever old TV this decrepit manor still had lying around.

When Kylar came into the room next, you were already fully untied and just leisurely sitting in the chair, eyes closed and leg bouncing. "M-My love, d-did you not like the ropes? I-I'm sorry, b-but I put t-them on for a r-r-reason. Y-You'll run away if I d-don't keep you here." Kylar grit out, expression dark, as he stepped closer. He was probably on his way to tie you up again. Good. "Hm, but I didn't, did I?" You purred as he came up beside you, brushing a couple fingers up the length of his forearm, though you weren't too pleased to have his sweater between you and his skin. He paused, looking conflicted, and you took the opportunity to grab him and pull him onto your lap.

His face flushed a pretty red and he began to squirm, his hands grabbing onto yours as you kept his hips glued to yours. The clothes in your way would be off soon enough. You could be patient, just as you've been these past months. "A-Ah, d-did you want to do it that bad? I-I'm sorry, I haven't been a g-good boyfriend..." Kylar groaned as you grinded up against him, and the sound alone made you want to cum already. "What nonsense. You're the best I could ask for. Far too good for me." You murmured sweet platitudes as your hands slipped beneath his clothes. He shivered, and you began to rethink taking them all off. Maybe you'd just rip them where you needed to and let him keep the rest on—the room seems a bit cold for him.

He wriggled in your grasp against and you decided this was going to be a bad position to fuck him in, given he was already moving about like he was uncomfortable. So, naturally, you slid onto the floor below and carefully laid him down beneath you. Honestly, it might've been cleaner to fuck in a random alleyway, given the state of this room, but you weren't going to be picky all of a sudden. Your beloved was beneath you and waiting, legs and lips parted just for you, just like you wanted him to be. He leaned back up to take your lips in his, his tongue eager to explore your mouth as his hands ran across your back. You didn't even flinch when he tried to stick it down your throat, and gave him the same intense treatment.

You pulled your pants down and ripped a new hole in his at the same time, swallowing the bashful squeak he let out. You palmed him through his remaining underwear, your cock throbbing when you felt a pair of drenched folds through the thin fabric. You already knew he was trans, so it wasn't a surprise, but you truly had to thank whatever divine being made this man just so perfect. You wouldn't be able to count how many times you came just to the thought of getting to fuck a baby into your Kylar—because he would be yours if you put your kid inside him, right?

Kylar, to his wondrous credit, seemed to have a similar thought process. When he felt your fingers against his slick, he spread his legs even wider and shuddered erotically, only to pull away from your heavenly kiss. "Y-You should put it in. A-And not pull out, e-ever." He all but whispered the command, and you were more than happy to comply. You ripped another hole in the last remaining barrier and dug in with no further warning, relishing in the erotic yelp he gifted you, alongside all the other sounds he made as you began to thrust into him.

His insides were soft and gummy, massaging your cock as you slammed your hips against his. Any time he gripped onto you, you'd move in a particularly rough way, and if he whined, you left a new mark on his hardly exposed neck. He clung to you and didn't bother with keeping quiet, babbling all sorts of lewd things as he grinded up into your crotch at the peak of each thrust. At some point, you had to forcibly hold his hips still to keep him from accidentally shifting too far from you. It had the added bonus of giving you more leverage to ravage his cunt, though, so you were happy with the arrangement, even if Kylar cried about it.

Kylar came suddenly around you, soaking both your crotches with a thick cream, and you slowed for just a moment to give him some time to recuperate. When he began to whine again, you picked up the pace—drilling into him as fast as you could. As your own climax drew near, an unkind idea popped inside your head and made you pause. With a smirk, you slowly began to pull out of his swollen pussy, stopping only when Kylar's legs wrapped around the back of your hips and forced you to stay inside.

His face was still a delicious red, but his expression was dangerous. What a pretty boy. "C-Cum inside. N-Now." You chuckled at his cute attempt at being mean and happily resumed your gyrating, cumming with a drawn-out moan as you pushed your hips as deep into his as you could. "G-Good." Kylar hummed, clearly pleased with himself. You were far more pleased with yourself than he could've been, honestly. Hopefully after this he'd give you a tour around his house, and you could start planning on where the nursery would go.

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[spinecouture]

an extra shot ; part I

themes: fluff???, age gap (reader is in college), flirting, masturbation mentions, perverted behavior, intentional lowercase, fem pov.

a/n: we turnt asf! i love awkward big men who can’t control themselves!!! u are responsible for ur own consumption. this one lingers, festers, rots in my head daily.

könig did not have the intention of falling for you. not at all. he was a coldblooded killer, a colonel, for god’s sake. he had no room in his gooey, black heart for a little thing like you. however, he found himself ogling at you when he saw you in a coffee shop. he was home for just a little while before deployment, and ritualistically went to the same coffee shop every morning until he left again.

he didn’t count on a new, pretty face disturbing his routine. you were small, curvy, quiet. you were polite to the baristas, always profusely apologizing when they got your order wrong.

it made könig nauseous. how could one person be so sweet and full of light? in this sick world, he knew there must be something hidden beneath the surface.

he made no plan to speak with you, however, knowing that curiosity was definitely going to kill this cat. it seemed fate was not on his side, however, when one morning you bumped into his towering frame, spilling coffee all over his front.

“oh, god, i’m so sorry!” you squeaked, grabbing napkins and trying to wipe him clean.

könig swallowed, frozen in time as you rubbed the thin napkins over his stomach and groin. his jaw tightened, reaching out to grab your wrist and stop you. your eyes met, his icy glare melting you instantly.

“stop,” he said gruffly. “it’s… fine.”

a couple people glanced over at the scene, signaling for könig to let go of your arm. he’d be damned if anyone got the wrong idea, what with him being a real life giant, and you being so tiny and frail.

“l-lemme get you a coffee or something,” you stammered, face beet red and eyes bobbing in your little head.

the man stood stiff, coffee still staining his pants, and he wanted to tell you to buzz off, to leave him be and be more aware of your surroundings next time. but as your eyes welled with embarrassed tears, he sighed and shrugged. “fine,” he grumbled. “don’t cry about it.”

that’s how you ended up sitting with könig at the coffee shop for almost an hour. he really did have other shit to do, y’know, but you just kept blabbering and swinging those little legs, he couldn’t think straight.

“so what do you do?” you finally asked, snapping könig out of his own head.

the man paused, sipping his drink: black coffee, no sugar or cream. “military,” he said plainly.

“oh!” you smiled, but it slowly faded into humiliation all over again. “i spilled coffee all over someone who serves our country, oh god, i’m the worst.”

“it’s not a big deal, but the more you bring it up the more it will irritate me,” könig replied in a low tone.

you nodded, taking a big gulp of your own drink. “got it.” you quickly swallowed and adjusted in your seat. könig couldn’t help but notice the way your curves spilled out of the chair, and had to look away. “so… what do you do? or is that top secret, or whatever?”

könig scoffed, glancing around before his eyes landed back on you. “i’m a colonel. let’s talk about something else.”

“i like your accent,” you quickly changed the subject, still hoping to learn about the large man. “where are you from?”

“austria,” he replied.

you smiled, “that’s cool.”

there was a few beats of silence before you felt uncomfortable. you didn’t like silence, könig noticed. he preferred it most times. but oh god, the way you shuffled, fidgeting with the rings on your fingers, he couldn’t help but ask: “you live here?”

you nodded, “mhm. moved here a couple years ago for school. majoring in psychology.”

könig wanted to laugh. psychology as a major just seemed silly to him. what’s so interesting about people? they’re all the same. at least in his mind they were. he bit his tongue, however, and nodded. “what made you choose it?”

you shrugged, sipping your drink. a strand of hair fell in your face, a beautiful framing piece that made könig want to tug on it until you cried.

“i think the human mind is one of the most fascinating subjects,” you explained. “i almost went into criminology, but i’m less interested in the acts themselves and more interested in why people do what they do.”

“uh-huh,” könig nodded, though barely listening.

he was more focused on your nimble fingers, long, painted nails and supple skin. he wondered if your thighs were just as milky and soft, how he could decorate them with red and purple bruises.

“…and not just criminals. people in general are fascinating. what makes people tick and why? you ever seen a brain scan on a mentally ill person? it’s really weird…”

your lips moved, so glossy and pink. he wondered how your lip gloss would feel around his cock, if you could take him all the way down your throat, if you’d gag and cry or beg for more.

he abruptly stood up, realizing the shit he’d gotten himself into. “thanks for coffee,” he blurted, before he quickly grabbed his wallet and walked out.

you were left hanging mid sentence, alone at the table, watching the bulky man stumble out the door. you liked him a lot more than you intended.

könig had gone back to the coffee shop the next few days, like always, although you had somehow slipped into his daily ritual. every morning, you’d come up with your bright smile, ever oblivious to his guarded nature and vehement distaste for human interaction.

it took four times seeing you, talking to you, for könig to break. he’d fisted his cock that night, imagining tears painting your pretty face as he wrecked your tight holes. he couldn’t stop, finding himself becoming obsessed with the idea of having you. it only humiliated him, making it more and more difficult to look you in the eye each day.

you had noticed on this particular day, that könig seemed tired. more than usual. you reached your hand out, placing it on his wrist in a friendly, affectionate way. “you okay?”

könig blushed a dusty pink, pulling his arm away immediately. you reeled back, recognizing that you had pushed a boundary. the man nodded, “i’m fine. just tired.”

“you need an extra shot in there, huh?” you asked with a smile.

“maybe i do,” he groaned, rubbing his face. “haven’t been sleeping much.”

he left out the part where he’d be up all night fantasizing about tying you up and having his way with you, jerking himself off until his hand was shaking.

you nodded in understanding, oblivious to könig’s perverted activities. “is it just restlessness?” you asked. “or nightmares?” you noticed his face fall, and laughed. “you don’t have to tell me. i was jus’ curious if i could help at all.”

oh, you certainly could, könig thought. but he stifled it down, and adjusted in his seat. “nah, it’s alright. i’m just restless, i suppose.”

“mm,” you hummed in acknowledgement. “you try warm milk?”

könig scoffed, “sure, yeah.”

“i’m serious! it really helps. or melatonin. or… alcohol,” you shrugged.

“oh, no,” könig chuckled and shook his head. “i don’t drink.”

“weed?”

“no.”

“i hear sex helps. you got a lady?”

könig froze, a deep red blush dusting his cheeks. you laughed, nudging him playfully. “i’m kidding!”

könig groaned, rubbing his face. “you’re a real freak, y’know that?”

“sure. jus’ tryna help,” you smiled innocently, before biting your lip and leaning in. “you didn’t answer my question, though.”

“what? do i have a lady?” könig grumbled. “no. i don’t.”

“ah,” you leaned back, brows up. “a man like you? i wouldn’t’ve guessed.”

“a man like me?” he repeated.

“big, handsome, serving his country. girls like a working man.”

könig looked down. he didn’t feel like he was all that great. he felt like a big oaf, a socially awkward goober. but if you thought he was handsome… maybe he had a shot.

“you think i’m handsome?” he smirked goofily.

you laughed, sipping your drink. “well, duh.”

könig took your reply as a signal to swig more of his coffee. damn, he really needed to relax. he was getting flustered by someone he barely knew. he looked down at his cup, using the straw as a fidget, avoiding your gaze. he didn’t know what to do with all these feelings, all this pent up desire. he felt sick, almost.

“i’m sorry,” you blurted suddenly. “i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

könig shrugged, dismissing your apology. “no discomfort.”

you tilted your head curiously, “you just always seem to be in deep thought. are you anxious about going back to work?”

“you are very nosy,” the man responded.

you found yourself blushing, sitting back in your seat and rethinking if this was even a good idea. you liked him, for sure, but was he even available? he said he was single, but his mind seemed elsewhere. “i jus’ like knowing things, i guess.”

könig chuckled, “that’s right. ‘the human mind.’ you like knowing.”

you two shared an eye contact you hadn’t previously. it was tension filled, a little awkward, but mostly… warm. a friendship had blossomed, albeit one könig had never really experienced before.

“how long till you go back?” you finally asked.

könig lifted his head, “here for three more weeks.”

you nodded, biting back a devious little smirk. three more weeks to get under this guys skin, huh? game on.

“you want another coffee?” you asked.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

can i request a little something about the gang walking in on soda being really domestic with his gf that they don’t know about (maybe darry knows bc i feel like he’d kinda love gossip) 🫢 i love ur blog so much ur writing is so good :))

Summary: The gang walks in on you and Soda being a normal couple, except they didn't know that Soda was dating someone. Warnings: mild cussing Author's note: none To be truthful, Sodapop's ideals of relationships were crushed after Sandy. He tried to brave the storm but it left him hurt and vunerable. That's why, even after you two had been dating for 3 months, he has yet to tell anyone he was with you. Its not like he forbade you from talking about your relationship, and its not like Darry hadn't seen you two walking home together and immedietly put the puzzle together, but he did find it a rather sensitive subject to talk about. The cold buzz of the cheap fan blew your sweat soaked hair off your skin. The heat in Tulsa was killer, and you could barely squeeze your hands together without the uncomfortable hot blood rushing to your fingertips. Still, Soda's body draped around yours wasn't an obstruction. it was too hot to cuddle, but Soda's idea of good timing versus bad timing was severely skewed. He brushed your hair back with his palm. You fanned yourself with one hand, cool breeze flourishing over skin. "Sody, get off, I'm actually sweating so bad," You groaned, lightheartedly pushing at him. He hummed a response but didn't move, the lazy heat weighing over him. Unbeknownst to you two, there were several people outside his bedroom door. Steve held two beers in each hand, Two-Bit had enough cups for everyone in the gang, Dallas was lighting a cigarette and the rest were waiting for Steve to finally get Soda 'out of bed,'. Soda had just barely wrapped his hand around your torso when the door bust open. You both immedietly retracted into each other, but the familiar hoot and holler of Soda's friends invoked more embarrassement than terror. "HOLY! Johnny, come see this!" Dallas laughed wildly, pointing at Sodapop who was furiously blushing. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," Sodapop rolled his eyes, got up and started pushing him out the door, not before the rest of the gang caught a glimpse of you, shyly fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "Nice score man!" Two Bit offered his fist as a way of recognition but Soda closed the door on him. Laughter echoed from the hallway as Soda sighed and returned to your side. "I'm sorry, about them," He looked up at you, bright eyes gleaming with adoration. You bit your lips to repress a smile and giggle, "It's alright, 'was kinda funny," He huffed, a small smile cracking on his face before he swung his arm around you and pulled you back onto the mattress and into his arms.

[sai-int]

Ok hear me out HEAR ME OUT. I'm ovulating, and I need to tell someone this idea-

Long/curly hair reader? I have ringlet curls that tangle really easily, like 2c/3a. And I need to know how the cod men would treat a reader with really curly hair, or one with hair that takes upkeep to look good

Anyways, expand on this? Tag me so I can IMMEDIATELY read it?

this is crazy because IM ovulating and I have 3a-3b curls that tangle really easily! also im sorry this took so long, ur probably not ovulating anymore :/

cw : the cod men vs curly hair, self explanatory.

Simon would observe from a distance. He’s not the type to bring attention to personal things unless you do, so he’d quietly notice how much effort you put into managing your curls. If you ever seemed frustrated with the tangles or the time it took, he might offer a quiet, “Need any help?” His voice would be soft, almost as though he’s not sure if you want him to step in, but he would genuinely want to make things easier for you without crossing any boundaries. He knows that your hair is something that takes care and patience, and while he’s not the type to be outwardly expressive about it, he’d show his appreciation by respecting the time and care you put into it.

If he saw you struggling with knots or dealing with the usual frustrations, he’d quietly offer to help. He might pass you a hair tie without a word or gesture towards a chair in a more secluded spot so you could have a moment to focus on your hair without the distractions of the chaos around you. Simon's way of showing support would be in his actions, not in his words. A gentle, “You doin' alright?” would let you know he was there, but he wouldn’t push—he’d respect your space and independence.

Sometimes, he’d even try to help you in his own way. If you needed assistance with something like finding the right products or dealing with stubborn tangles, Simon would listen intently to what you needed, taking mental notes for next time. He’d be the one who would quietly slip something useful into your bag without you having to ask, like a leave-in conditioner or a brush with wider teeth to help detangle. He would never draw attention to these things but would always make sure you knew that he had your back when it came to the little things.

Johnny would definitely be the most expressive about it. He’d notice your curls right away, and once he did, he wouldn’t let it go without a comment, though it would be playful and affectionate. He’d joke about how much work it must take to keep those curls looking so good, maybe saying something like, “Aye, ye sure ye’ve got time for aw that? Ah cannae even manage ma ain hair 'thout it lookin’ like a bloody mess.” But the teasing would always be lighthearted and never intended to make you feel uncomfortable. In fact, he’d probably make you laugh with his exaggerated impressions of trying to tame curly hair himself, acting out how he thinks it would be impossible.

But Johnny is a man who knows when to be serious, and when it comes to something you care about, he’d drop the jokes and show genuine support. If you were having a particularly difficult time with your curls, whether it was tangles or maybe the two front pieces were curling differently no matter what you did, he’d offer a hand without hesitation. He might be the type to even offer a comb or spray bottle without you asking. His approach would be more hands-on, a bit like an enthusiastic partner in crime, ready to help you sort out whatever hair-related issue was going on. You might even catch him picking up an oil he thinks could help, just because he likes seeing you happy when your hair is looking great.

Johnny would also shower you with compliments—he’d tell you how much he loved the way your curls frame your face or how he thought it was one of the things that made you stand out. For him, it wouldn’t be just about the hair; he’d love the way your personality shone through, and your curls were just one part of that. He'd also probably shove his face into your head at any given time, just to get a whiff of the new mousse you bought.

For Price, he’d show his care for your hair in the most subtle, yet thoughtful ways. Throughout the day, you’d catch him glancing at your curls, his eyes flicking to them when he thought you weren’t looking. He wouldn’t make a fuss about it, but you’d notice him keep an eye out, making sure your hair looked how you wanted it. Occasionally, you’d feel the lightest touch—a gentle hand brushing over the top of your head or a finger fluffing a stubborn curl that had fallen out of place. It was as if he was always aware of your surroundings, adjusting things without ever saying a word, just looking out for you in his quiet way.

There would be moments when, without you even having to ask, Price would take the time to fix a small piece of your hair that had slipped out of place. It would never feel intrusive—just a brief touch, and then he’d move on, leaving you feeling cared for without making a big deal of it. Maybe you wouldn’t even notice at first, but eventually, you’d catch the way he’d subtly adjust a curl, make sure the weight of your hair didn’t make you uncomfortable, or give you the space to tend to it when it started to get messy.

It wasn’t about the appearance of your curls to him—it was about making sure you felt comfortable and not distracted by the little things. His gestures were quiet, but you could feel the warmth in them, a silent acknowledgment that he was always thinking about you, even when you weren’t aware of it.

For Kyle, he’d understand the struggles of curly hair more than most, since he has his own, just cropped short to keep it manageable. He’d offer help with your hair without hesitation, especially when it came to detangling or managing a stubborn curl. Whether you were struggling with knots or just needed a second set of hands to keep it under control, Kyle would be the first to offer assistance. He’d make the whole thing feel easy, joking about how he’s been there and done that with his own curls.

He wouldn’t just be there to help; he'd also give you that bit of encouragement when things got a little tough, reminding you that your curls were something to be proud of, and that even on the days you felt like they were a hassle, they were a big part of what made you uniquely you. He’d always be there to lend a hand, and he’d keep it lighthearted, never making it feel like a big deal, but always with a smile that made you feel supported.

If you were ever frustrated with your hair, he’d casually offer tips from his own experience, recommending products or techniques he’s learned over time. But there would also be moments when, while helping you out, Kyle would sneak in a lighthearted comment, his eyes twinkling with a playful grin: “You know, if you and me ever had kids, they’d have the best bloody hair, no question.” It’d be said so casually, but you know he was serious, even though it was wrapped up in a joke.

mlist ┊ @river-that-whore

[hoe-days]

HIHI I LOVE UR POSTS SM THEY MAKE ME GIGGLE😭🙏🏽🙏🏽🫶🏽

I WAS WONDERING IF U COULD MAKE LIKE AN UKYO X SHY READER FLUFF ONE SHOT OR HEADCANONS (maybe with smut but idk🫦)

FINALLY CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO DO UKYO HELL YEEEE

———

Ukyo is going to be sweet to his S/O regardless, but his S/O being shy makes him 200x sweeter.

He himself is pretty softspoken, but not in the sense that he’s shy, he just has a gentle tone. He has no issue speaking up for his S/O if they need him to. They want something and can’t figure a way to ask? Ukyo is on it.

“Hey Francois? Do you have any more of those? My partner really wants one.”

“Hey Senku, S/O thought that this would be a good idea.”

He really doesn’t mind it. And that also goes for sticking up for them. Someone making them uncomfortable? NOT ON HIS WATCH. He will legit run from a miles away if he even hears someone bothering his S/O.

“Hyoga, I’d kindly ask if you’d keep Moz from bothering my partner.”

“Yo my partner is clearly not comfortable with your flirting.”

I mentioned his own soft-spokeness. He enjoys quiet conversations with his S/O. While everyone is doing their own thing he’d sit with his S/O and talk to them about whatever. On the Perseus, if his S/O isn’t busy he asks them to sit in the sonar room with him. His hearing is good enough to talk to them and listen to the sonar.

During more intimate times, if his S/O shy about their body he just smiles that sweet smile of his and tells them there’s no pressure. “Show yourself when you’re ready,” he says.

He gives sweet kisses on their neck until they’re ready.

He will ask them to tell him what they’re comfortable with though. He’ll make S/O talk for that. He won’t continue what he’s doing until he gets verbal confirmation that they like it.

Once S/O opens up and undresses he kisses everywhere and assures there is no reason to be shy because he likes all of them.

[seduzist]

HIII

a lil request … dominant!katniss/ bottom!reader hcs?

skip if ur uncomfortable🫶🏼🫶🏼

hii! hope you like it anon! 💘

⤷ katniss is very, very romantic and intimate in bed for as crazy as it seems. those moments w/ you is when she feel more comfortable and vulnerable to show her real self without having to look tough or anything, so she likes to use these times to show how much she loves and cares for you, since she’s not good w/ words and doesn’t know exactly how to demonstrate.

⤷ she’ll kiss all over your body, if you have scars - from the games or the war - she’ll make sure you don’t feel insecure about it, she haves her own scars and she couldn’t care less about that, in fact, she likes it, shows how much strong you both were.

⤷ she’s definitely very skilled with her hands, whatever if it’s for the experience with arrows or the traps for the animals she did at the florest, or maybe for all the nights she spent making love w/ you and learning every touch or spot that made your eyes roll back.

⤷ she liked the ambient to be filled w/ the sound of your heavy pants and moans, along with her heavy breath, but she loved to whisper things in your ear, making the atmosphere even more intense.

⤷ “you look so pretty underneath me like this.” “it’s okay, i got you, you’re doing so good.” “you’re perfect, so beautiful.”

⤷ if you want her to be rough at you, you would have to really want it, and tell her that it’s okay and that’s what you want for a long time before she fully accepts it, she been raised thinking that protecting someone of getting hurt was the best love gesture so it would be very uncomfortable for her to inflict any pain on you, even if you ask her to, at least in the beginning she’ll get very insecure about being too much.

⤷ she’ll almost never initiate it, besides her shyness, she’ll find it much better if you were the one to bring the idea up, being with direct words or with a longer kiss, it makes her sure that you really want her and isn’t just agreeing w/ whatever she asks you to.

⤷ also, you have to let her know you’re enjoying it!!! she prefers when you say so with words or insinuates this with your body, but if you go quiet for a moment or just flinch showing the slightest hint of pain she’ll immediately stop and ask you if everything’s fine.

⤷ being so careful w/ you while you have sex, this wouldn’t change on aftercare, she’ll made sure to give you everything you need afterwards, if you’re hungry she’ll cook you something, if you’re thirsty she’ll bring water, if you want to immediately sleep she’ll cover you in a blanket and if you just wanna cuddle and talk a little bit she’ll happily put your head on her chest and listen to you all night long. that’s probably her favorite.

[saythatuwill]

ure allowed to call this idea stupid but like what abt reader texting android!noah and asking him to come to them for whatever reason idk u can make smth up but im just thinking like.. me personally if im stuck going out somewhere like a party and theres no one im close too there im absolutely miserable so ofc id text my silly android dude and ask him to come along! idk im just talking but i hope ure doing well take care of urself ♡

this isn't stupid wtf :( i got you. this except reader's at a party and someone is making them uncomfortable! he doesn't take that shit lightly!

♫ my boyfriend's back and you're gonna get in trouble ♫

(CONTEXT: you and noah have only just recently gotten together + vague callback to the "don't be weird when you get here" thing)

( in case you're curious, yes. noah did knock him the fuck out. )

[freakenomenon]

Love that u make messy fucked up art and character dynamic stuff without being profic. Ik this is super random it’s js I see proship people claiming that you HAVE to be profic if u enjoy anything slightly dark in media but like . No lol ur allowed to explore weird uncomfortable dynamics without fetishising it. I’d argue being anti-profic and letting things exist to be uncomfortable without it just being for personal pleasure is a way more nuanced and interesting way of consuming media and making art. But idk whateve r

EXACTLY EXACTLY EXACTLY EXACTLY EXACTLY

proshippers seem to think that they are obligated to place people under their label because they display even miniscule amounts of nuance within their idea of fiction, which is funny because most proshippers don't have any nuance when it comes to their idea of fiction.

being okay with the portrayal of messy taboo topics within fiction does not mean you agree with every single weird opinion of every single weird nigga in the industry. that's like saying you have to buy a necklace because you bought bracelets made of the same material.

I will say this, I don't think everyone who has a fetish for things like rape and abuse is a horrible terrible person who needs to die. that would be obscuring the existence of trauma responses and paraphillic disorders and other such psychological factors that absolutely are a thing.

but none of that simply gets rid of the fact that the way you portray rape , and abuse, and incest, and so on and so forth. is undoubtedly going to effect how people view those under that umbrella, whether or not you are of the people under that umbrella.

also, the idea that fiction doesn't effect reality or that the way they interact with fiction is harmless is. also kind of pro-censorship in itself. hear me out.

implying that fiction has no place in reality is. implying that the way , lets say a black character, or asian character, or disabled character, or queer character is portrayed simply doesnt matter because it wont effect reality. it's essentially saying representation doesn't matter.

it's also essentially saying that basic fucking education in comprehension , reading and writing, for children and teenagers, doesnt matter. if im being honest.

why the hell would there be entire classes teaching you how to dissect the message and motivation behind a piece of fiction if not to keep that in mind when interacting with fiction outside of that.

in fact, if fiction doesn't effect reality and at the end of the day, doesn't matter. then why the fuck create at all. why even write. or draw. or create a game or visual novel or write a song or even do anything creative if it doesn't matter what it means or what it is. it's almost nihilistic.

it's especially annoying when this mindset is in.. ( and im absolutely vaguing some people here, but im sure it's so many of them that it'll feel like a simple gust of wind if anything. ) a fandom like. the I HAVE NO MOUTH AND I MUST SCREAM fandom.

i am absolutely all for having fun and doing so with a story you like, but why the hell even consume the story if you aren't going to acknowledge the message of the god damn story. you can't even say "but that wasn't the writers intention!" IT IS QUITE LITERALLY LABLED, AN ANTI-WAR , ANTI-AI MESSAGE.

meaning, and I shouldn't have to spell this out, that you are supposed to be taking away a lesson from the story. meaning that you're supposed to be taking away SOMETHING from what you just read.

what do you mean I shouldn't be upset about how people interact with a piece of fiction from the 50s.. 1. are you mentally challenged. 2. have you seen the CREATOR?

ughhhh....... my entire point being, im very passionate about the way i go about writing or drawing or portraying fucked up topics and i absolutely never want to be read as someone who doesn't care about such topics and is only doing it because they have some kind of fetish.

fiction does matter.

uhh white people when you don't want to hear about their rape fetish

that's all. im hungry and im gonna go eat

[hairscare]

If this is too personal honestly delete this ask id hate to make anyone uncomfortable💔

I was just wondering how you go about acquiring a qpp😭? Did you ask your friend to be best friends one day orrr did it jus happen and only later u decided to label it? Again was just curious abt aroace dynamics but no worries if this is too private love ur stuff ❤️

no worries im always happy to talk about my aroace experiences :) my honest advice is not to look for one. i know that sounds crazy but bear with me. if you approach every friendship with the lens of "can i make this into a commitment" youre only going to put weird pressures on yourself that will limit your capacity in the friendship. in my experience its something that has to happen on its own. not every close friendship has the potential to be one! i think people tend to be very eager to turn any relationship they find meaningful into something more than friendship so that they can justify its importance- escaping that mindset is very important!

now in my experience, we had already been "special friends" as we call it for two years before we decided to a qpr. basically we were best friends who felt a special connection to one another but we werent in a relationship. this is another important thing to emphasize: youre not in a qpr without all parties explicitly agreeing to it. a close platonic connection does not immediately equate a qpr. our relationship has been exactly the same for 2+ years, but it was only when we both agreed to be in a qpr that we actually were in one. i dont value our time pre-qpr any less than i do our current relationship as its the same connection its just that now theres more commitment involved

neither of us actually wanted to be in a qpr beforehand. id had a very bad experience with relationships beforehand, and i really never saw myself entering one after that. id even been in an 11 hour "qpr" that i broke off because i found it to be way to much unnecessary pressure with someone that i just wanted to be my friend. the qpr feeling absolutely wasnt there. aspen on the other hand didnt understand how qprs worked and so didnt want one. wed had an ex friend of ours (who was allo might i add) desperately try to push us into a qpr together but we both pushed back at the idea. you cant force it, and you DEFINITELY cant force it to happen out of the allonormative expectation that everyone needs a relationship to be fulfilled.

when we did finally change our minds, it was on our terms. aspen figured out what a qpr is and realized that he did want a committed friend, and i realized that i wanted to spend my life with him, so when he told me about his sudden change in perspective i immediately said id like to be that person for him. really the only thing that has changed since then is our future plans, we still act exactly the same with each other. of course if youve been here long enough you know that we do sometimes have a bit of difficulty trying to label each other when talking to others. sometimes i call him my roommate even though were on opposite sides of the country right now, sometimes i call him my boyfriend at the risk of someone misunderstanding it as an allo situation, sometimes hes my best friend (feels a bit watered down but whatever), sometimes i call him my boygirl (this one works well since its kind of unclear what it means), and of course my special friend is the most accurate but it doesnt make much sense to people who dont know us. sometimes he calls me his ghoulfriend and i really like that one

the best analogy i can really give for how a qpr feels is like bonded animals you see on petfinder that have to be adopted together. you cant force animals to be bonded, it just happens. its like that. hope this helps!

[youremyheaven]

DATING TIPS for all my girlies ✨

1. just because you agreed to go on a date with a man does not mean he's entitled to touch you anywhere

You don't have to kiss, hug or whatever

Don't feel pressured into thinking that "omg I'm on a date I HAVE to kiss him whether I want to or not" 🚫 a date is just two people meeting and talking, nothing more

2. You can be celibate and still date

People think dating = sex but you can meet as many people as you want and have a meal with them (or whatever u wanna do) and never sleep with them or even see them again lol

You don't have to date to have sex. You can date to meet and hang out with people

Obviously if you want to bang, you can.

3. If you want to hook up with people, be clear about that but be realistic

A lot of women get their feelings mixed up. You're not in love with this guy, you just enjoy being intimate with him. Being intimate is not the same as being in love. Men especially have no emotional attachments to sex , so be prepared to never see him again or for this to never lead to a regular fling or more. Sex does not promise anything. Be mature about it. A guy having sex with you is NOT him saying he wants to be with you.

4. Date multiple people at once

Again, for me this involves zero sex so I literally just mean going out to meet many different people. This makes me less attached or fixated upon any one guy bc I know that I have other people I can meet and spend time with.

Don't be desperate 🙏 they're just men 😭, if one goes, another will come 😭

5. Weed out the creepy men

If you go out with a guy and he's just sleazy and super sexual, then don't see him again. Don't spend 5 dates with someone who you should have cut off after 1 date 🙏 a lot of women have trouble saying no, so they just keep going out until it gets unbearable?? but you don't have to do that??? just cut him out

6. You deserve princess treatment bc it's actually just how any woman should be treated

It's normal for a guy to pick you up and drop you off

It's normal for him to pay

It's normal for him to give you gifts

I'm sure the other stuff like holding the door open, pulling the chair out, helping you cross etc is basic essential stuff that u guys are already familiar with

With the pick up and drop off thing, if he's a stranger that u met on a dating app, don't send him ur address and have him come to ur house or anything 😭😭 just meet somewhere close but far enough from your place and have him pick you up there/drop you off there. And that's only if you want to, I'm sure some of y'all are uncomfortable with the idea of a man picking you up etc which I get but I don't drive so I like it lmao 🤭🤪

One thing I tell them about dropping me like 1.5kms away from my house is that I don't want my neighbours to see or that people in my neighborhood will talk and this excuse (which is actually not an excuse at all) goes a long way in India 🤪

Just because the guy is paying doesn't mean you should order the most expensive things on the menu. Just get what you usually get. Don't seem eager to take advantage of someone's generosity. Act normal.

7. Don't go on a trip with him until you're completely comfortable with him and trust him !!!!!

Being alone with a guy in a different place is risky. So be 100% sure he's not a creep or an asshole before you go on trips.

I'm not a 50-50 girl so I expect the man to pay for everything but I understand why some of y'all would feel guilty about it 😔 but you're literally giving him your time, energy and company and if it was his idea to go on a trip, then it's his duty to take care of the expenses ✨

Trips ≠ having sex every minute

Obviously trips generally imply having sex but you're not obligated to turn into a sex machine. It's literally just the experience of being with someone and having a good time (sightseeing, eating, swimming etc) . Obviously this will also depend on the man you're with but like I said, don't travel with a guy you don't trust and know well enough ✨

Anywayyyysss I hope this was helpful 🫶

[peaxhxhair]

Love/Hate Relationship || Moira O'Deorain 

Pairing: Moira O'Deorain x Gn! Reader Warnings: Moira, Experiments. ONE mention of M*uga. (probably incorrent scientific terms and processes) Word Count: A/n: Moira ur so hot plz don't die :)) Navigation Overwatch - MASTERLIST

"What exactly do you think you're looking at?" You hear moira call from across the room. Your eyes lock with hers as she turns around - and you can't help but grin at her. She rolls her eyes at you, returning to her work - though still being able to feel your eyes on the back of her head.

"You look good in that lab coat~" She gives no response to your words, though you had an idea of what her reaction was. You were aware that she wasn't into you - but oh were you into her.

Ever since you had joined Talon, you had only had eyes for the geneticist. She was aware of it - as were everyone else in Talon. The rest of them didn't find it half as annoying as she did though.

Moira O'deorain was not interested in anything other than science, there was no doubting that. In fact, the only reason you were even allowed into her lab was because you had agreed to her doing her science stuff on you.

Well, now Moira was probably wishing someone would whisk you away to do the work she knew you had yet to complete.

"Do you ever cut your nails?" She hears your voice again, slightly muffled as you rest your chin in the palm of your hand.

Even if she was turned away, you could still see the nails on her decaying hand were a lot longer than those on the other. It had to be uncomfortable. Then again, Moira wasn't exactly the type to favour being comfortable.

"Do you ever close your mouth?" Moira grumbles back, moving to take a look at the screen that was positioned beside your chair - the wires connected to it were attached to your temples in the form of sensors - monitoring you.

"I just like talkin' to you" Moira can't help but roll her eyes at your words, but she does notice something on the screen. Obviously, she had to test the theory.

"At me" She responds, noting down the spike that happens on the screen. Moira seemed to be right about her hypothesis here - whether or not that was good was another question.

You laugh at her words, but nod in agreement. "I enjoy talking at you" You concede. It was rare for the scientist to respond with more than a few words, but you were happy with whatever you could get out of her. She wasn't the most talkative person - though honestly most Talon members were like that. And.. You'd really rather not talk to Mauga...

"Look at this" Moira spins the screen around to show you after a moment, pointing to the high points in the wavelength. Another one shows up on the screen after a second, though how science-y the screen looked made you very confused.

"This-" She sighs, annoyed that you didn't seem to understand something you weren't even qualified for. Her finger moves to the newest wave, and you notice how she grimaces before continuing. "Is your Gamma waves - or your concentration" The idea of having to dumb it down seemed pretty inconvenient for her, but she powered through. "It seems as though you're more attentive when I am talking" It was clear that the whole idea was almost unbelievable to her - if the evidence hadn't been in front of her.

Though, you can't help but chuckle - maybe not at her, but at the idea. "I could've told you that, doc"

The ginger scowls slightly as she turns the screen around again. "Maybe you should listen when I'm telling you to be quiet, then" Her words always had a way of making you laugh, even if you knew that she was being deadly serious. You have to lean a little to your left for her to rid your head of the sensors. She does it rather harshly, but who are you to complain?

"Admit it, Moira. You like me a little~"

"Get out"