#anyways last post of the year yippee!!!

[kami-scribbles]

A joyous occasion in the Afton Household

[sinnabee]

Congratulations on your new semi-permanent experimental position as the Official Daycare Assistant and Attendant Handler!

Now, you may have heard from a few of your coworkers that the Daycare Attendant can get a little... overeager, at times. But we can assure you that these are merely rumors, and should promptly be ignored - after all, the Daycare Attendant is always excited to start the day off with a smile!

Welcome to the Fazbear Family! We're sure you'll love your time with us!

And remember: you have nothing to worry about.

[hayaku14]

pushing daisies kaishin au #2

pushing daisies au where shinichi has been able to revive dead animals, plants, even people since he was a child.

kudou "i can literally talk to the dead" shinichi

shinichi's parents didn’t exactly encouraged him to use this power. especially not in public. they’ve seen him revive and re-kill dead plants and animals in the same breath, it doesn’t take a detective to figure out what could happen near a human corpse.

but a young shinichi is curious, a young shinichi admired his father, and a young shinichi wanted to prove himself a detective. but most of all, a young shinichi wanted to help.

so when he saw his father struggle in solving a particular case, a young shinichi figured that maybe asking straight from the source would help give them a hint.

the complete horror in yusaku's eyes shinichi saw that day made him promise himself to never do it again.

shinichi realizes later on that reviving someone just for a clue on the whos, hows, and whys of their death only to touch them again, to basically kill them again, is sick and twisted and the realization leaves him feeling raw and dirty.

he then decides that if he’s gonna find out the truth, if he’s gonna bring justice, it’s not by making the victims suffer a second death. he will unravel the mystery not by magic but by logic.

the curious case of kuroba kaito

hakuba immediately contacts shinichi.

“he was...a friend. if i have to gather all the best detectives to catch his murderer then so be it.”

hakuba goes on to explain.

it was a kid heist. shots were fired. snipers. kaitou kid was caught on camera falling, as if he’d been shot, but he appears a minute later flying away on his glider with not a speck of blood on his suit. all should be well however, a few buildings away in an alleyway, the body of kuroba kaito is found dead. gunshots through the heart and chest.

a simple explanation would’ve been that the glider was a fake activated by kid’s assistant as a last ditch effort to save his legacy and this kuroba kaito was kaitou kid himself. he would’ve said it out loud but by the look on hakuba’s face, he can tell that he already connected those dots long before shinichi even stepped foot in the morgue. that wasn’t what hakuba called him for.

“can i...take a look at the body alone?”

hakuba raises an eye at him but moves to leave without questioning. "alright then. i have to check on another friend anyway. she's been...distraught ever since she heard the news and..." hakuba's words trail away as his eyes unconsciously drifted towards kuroba kaito's covered body. shinichi patiently waits through the quiet pain that he sees on hakuba. the pinch in his brows, the tenseness of his body. he must've been a really good friend.

hakuba shakes his head and turns his attention back to shinichi. "sorry, i...its been a long day. i'll leave you here then. call me if you find anything."

left alone, shinichi carefully zips open the body bag covering kaitou kid's upper body. he looked eerily similar to himself and imagining his own body cold and dead in the morgue sent a shiver down his spine. shaking his head, he pulls a chair close and reads through the file hakuba brought him.

"no witnesses. no camera. not a trace nor lead to anything. just some reports on mysterious gunshots in previous heists that lead to nowhere." they were professionals, whoever did this, shinichi thought. it was not going to be an easy case.

he takes another peek at the body. so this was kaitou kid, huh. too young to be the same as the one before his hiatus. perhaps a successor? motive could be related to his predecessor. his mother hasn't said anything of interest. does she really not know or is she protecting him? he runs his hand through his hair. there's too little information to go on...unless...

temptation rears its head. the source of information is right there in front of him. one touch and it could open up new leads to the case. an immediate disgust twists deep into his gut. he promised himself to never use it on people. to never kill. his father's haunted eyes embedded in his mind. he shouldn't. he really shouldn't. but he remembers the anguished look on hakuba's face. if he was going to do it, this might be the only good time. any longer and his touch would not revive kid. and gone along with him would be vital information to catch his murderer.

shinichi heaves a deep sigh. he has never used his abilities on dead people since that one incident as a child but he couldn't shake off the look on hakuba's face. it was now or never. shinichi reaches for kid's hand.

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pushing daisies au #1

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

dnkinktober day 1: feminization | day 14: biting

[artbyfuji]

enjoying valentine's day 🍨

[averlym]

ghost story premiere day! check @melliotwrites for more info

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing of Amanda Young from the Saw franchise. She's wearing her outfit from the third film, but has her hair from the first. She's wearing the reverse bear trap, which leaves only the top half of her face visible. Her eyes are open wide and staring directly at the viewer. Eyeliner runs down her cheeks. In one hand she holds overflowing needles which are falling from her loose grasp. In the other she has a tape recorder. Her arms are stiff, as if she's a posed mannequin. Bandages are wrapped around both of her wrists. These bandages, the tape recorder, the needles and the reverse bear trap are all coloured a bold light blue. Amanda is coloured bright white with grey shading, while the background is a darker grey. It also has a subtle spiral pattern to it.]

[sirmanmister]

Real life has been kicking my ass lately so you know what that means!

“People don’t come out of that place alive.”

“I can imagine.”

“You’re going to kill him.”

Two soldiers stood on the end of a vertibird catwalk, watching the vehicle beside them warm up. One dragged on a cigarette and narrowed their eyes at the other through the smoke.

“I ain’t gonna kill him, Rhys,” Damien said. “He volunteered to come with me.”

“Because it’s his duty to babysit you,” Rhys shot back. “Danse is a good man, but he’s an even better leader, which means he isn’t going to let any member of his squad head into the Glowing Sea by themselves. He’s the type of man to die for something he believes in, and he believes in the Brotherhood. Not you.”

Rhys gave Damien a long, withering look, nostrils flaring like the very sight of Damien in an orange flight suit enraged him.

“Think about what it is you really want in there,” Rhys said carefully. “And then think about it again and decide if it's worth the life of a good man.”

Damien’s slight irritation at Rhys’ continued badgering rose abruptly into something far more pronounced. Damien could handle not being liked, but Rhys was toeing a very delicate line.

Damien’s intentions behind joining the Brotherhood were no secret, and Rhys was one of the few that knew more about them than anybody else. He’d seen Damien at the police station, biting back tears when they couldn’t give him any help with Shaun; he’d been in the room when Damien had met with Danse and Maxson and exchanged information on the institute for a place within their ranks. Rhys had known the stakes from the start.

“You’ve got a problem with the way things are, you can take it up with Danse,” Damien said through grit teeth. “I’m going in there with, or without his company.”

“You’ve got a deathwish.”

“Wanna join me?”

Rhys scoffed incredulously and gave Damien a pitying look. With a shake of his head, Rhys turned and marched back down the catwalk.

[scionshtola]

i know i’ve mentioned this before but cori had their “what would i do to see them again” moment back during the alex raids when she learned why mide did what she did and eventually concluded that it was better to move on than to cause harm

[razs-archetype]

Happy new years from . Me and the blorbos

[confused-disaster32]

Opening night is in like 3-ish weeks and our first (technically?) Tech run through with ONE of our casts was smth 😭

Prolly doesn't help that 3/4 of us are sick or doing exams or both 😭😭

Ph well hopefully our next rehearsals plus our weekend one will fix whatever is currently wrong!

[gloomskulls]

LIMERENCE [tasm!peter parker]

pairings: tasm!peter parker x reader

part 2

warning(s): obessive peter, creep peter, stalking, masturbation, panty sniffing, dirty thoughts, breaking in, just peter being hopelessly in love. If any of this finds you uncomfortable, please click out do yourself (and me also) a favor. lemme know if I missed any!

If you don't want to see my dark stories in the future please block the tag #madi: dark content

A/n: my first ever fic posted on Tumblr, yippee! This is also my first ever smut so it probs be equivalent to horse poo but anyways, this also takes place in tasm 2. don't steal any of the shit I've written or else i'm gonna turn you into Vicky from Terrifier/srs

Peter didn't understand what was so special about you, you were just a crush. Or that's what he convinced himself. Every single place you were in, Peter would carefully trail behind you, like there was a magnet strapped onto you, and Peter was the metal, he would always find himself drawing next to you. Peter Parker was no stranger to keeping secrets. It was, after all, the epitome of his double life. A mask, a costume, a name that wasn't his at all. There was one secret, however, that even the Spider-Man's mask couldn't cover—his growing infatuation towards you.

It started out really simple. You decided to give back the nerdy boy's pencil in sophomore year and defended him from Flash Thompson in his junior year, it was all simple really, something a person with decency and was taught with proper manners would do. But Peter took it as more than that.

Candid photos here and there, purposefully falling of his skateboard so you would help him, cryptic notes in your locker, sometimes a random flower if Peter was lucky to find any.

Limerence, as some might say

The first people who would ever notice Peter's strange behavior where the people who raised him. Uncle Ben would notice this girl in the screen of his nephew's computer, so did Aunt May when she saw many polaroid photos of the same face underneath Peter's bed. Peter shrugged it off, saying the same exact words to the both of them.

'she's just a crush'

Peter Parker was very good at being hidden in the open. Sure, he didn't want to be invisible, but it is what it is. One of the self-working "losers" with horrible punchlines and pretty much the face screaming "nerd". Well, it didn't bother Peter much. He had many other more important things to think about. You

It's been years now. It was already the last year of senior year, graduation was already nearing, still, he hasn't mustered up the courage to do speak to you, afraid that you won't reciprocate the same feelings he has. His been watching you from a distance, stealing glances in class and making mental notes on all the little things you did, like doodling on the corners of your notebooks or, how you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were concentrating. He knew that it was weird, creepy even, but Peter couldn't stop himself.

So, when Mr. Warren announced a paired project for biology, Peter's internal monologue kicked into overdrive.

"Pair work begins today," Mr. Warren said, his smile a gruff overture that still Peter thought unnecessary. "Choose your partners wisely, just choose somebody you will along with. You can really screw up over this project if you don't!"

The room broke out into a low buzz as students shuffled their chairs and moved toward their friends. Peter didn't move. He never did. Choosing a partner was like finding a needle in a haystack type of task for him

Alright, Pete, it is not such a big deal. You are not going to end up with her or anything. Just relax, find someone cool, and—

"Peter!"

Your voice broke through his thoughts, and he looked up to see you in front of his desk, clutching a notebook to your chest

"By any chance do you have a partner? My friends kind of made their own pairs" you asked, your lips curving into an easy smile.

Peter blinked. His brain short-circuited.

"N-nope. I'm totally solo. Flying solo. A lone wolf. A…"

"Awesome! Then let's team up."

Peter turned to you, his mind racing, he blinked, trying to absorb this. You were choosing him? He nodded frantically; his heart was hammering at a top speed that he was convinced you could hear it

You smiled at him, you fucking smiled at him

For the rest of the class Mr. Warren instructed everyone to plan for the project for the rest of the class. You kept bouncing ideas back and forth, and Peter felt a strange, thrilling sensation of in his heart. You were funny, clever, and surprisingly very easy to communicate with. Every time you laughed at one of his jokes, he felt like he was soaring.

When the bell rang, you packed your things and turned to him. "We should work on this at my place. Tomorrow after school?"

Peter nearly dropped his notebook. "Uh, yeah. Totally. I mean, yes. That works. Perfect. So super normal."

You laughed again. "Cool. Here's my address."

And with that, you scribbled it on a scrap of paper and handed it to him before walking away, leaving Peter frozen in his seat.

That night, Peter was sitting in his room staring at the address. To most people, that was just a little detail, probably not even worth a second thought. But to Peter, it was an invitation, or perhaps a key, even just for a second to get into your life. To know every little thing about you

Unfortunately, though, that's not enough.

He felt his hands shaking as he opened the drawer in his desk to reveal a small trove of hidden treasures; poorly taken pictures of you from a distance, bits of paper that you had thrown away during math class, and a small stash of hair strands that he meticulously collected from your hair comb when you weren't looking

This was love, wasn't it? The desperate consuming desire to be around her, to know everything about you.

And tomorrow, he shall get his chance.

You invited him, but Peter just knew it was really more than what you would ever willingly give.

His love was a web, and you were stepping into it, one delicate thread at a time.

Peter stood outside your house with a crumpled piece of paper clutched in his rather sweaty hand. The address on it was correct, but doubt clouded him. What if she had forgotten about this meeting? What if this was simply a joke? No, she would never do that, he tried to convince himself

Peter Parker was standing at your porch. Each thump of his heart sounded like one of the drums in the music club. He raised his hand to knock, hesitating for a moment. Maybe it was a terrible idea to come here after all; he could fake being sick, sending her an apology while rescheduling. Just then, the door swung open before he even had the chance to run.

"Hey, you found my house, I actually thought you would get lost cause I wrote the wrong color of the rooftop on the note" you said while stepping aside to let him enter.

"I was actually hesitant to knock, because it didn't look like the description" He quietly said. You actually got everything right, I was just being a huge pussy so I didn't come immediately, he thought to himself.

"Come in. I have started working on the diagram."

Peter plasted a grin and forced his legs down inside. "Well, look at you. Overachieving already. I guess I'll just sit back and let you do all the hard work."

You rolled your eyes and laughed, your voice making him feel that the world wasn't so bad after all. "Nice try, Parker. Grab a marker. You're on label duty."

"Come on, we can work in the dining area," you said, leading him across the house.

The dining table was already loaded with supplies, with textbooks scattered everywhere, colored pencils, sheets of poster paper, you name it. You positioned herself and gestured to him to join you.

You fell into a rhythm, your hand sketching the parts of the circulatory system while Peter scrawled out the labels in his neatest handwriting. He cracked jokes every few minutes, drawing out your laughter like a lifeline. It would be so easy to lose himself in the moment, pretend that you both were just two friends hanging out and not a guy hopelessly infatuated with someone who didn't even know half the truth about him.

Both of you had a relatively smooth first hour of working, few questions were asked here and there on the project. Peter kept his answers short, being extra cautious with what to share, but it seemed you did not mind. You sketched diagrams, jotting down notes with an ease that made Peter's hands tremble every time he made an attempt to help.

"So Peter," you suddenly announced after the silence, "why is it that you don't talk very much? At school I mean"

The question staggered him, rendering him blank while the colored pencil just hovered above the page.

Peter jerked up his head and looked surprised. "What do you mean? Talking is what I do. I mean, there's even people begging me to stop."

You smirked but didn't let it down. "I mean really, you're funny but I know nothing about you. What's your thing, Peter Parker?"

He didn't answer immediately but fiddled with the marker. "I'm just… some guy. Pretty boring, honestly. Not much to tell."

Your expression softened, "I don't buy that. You're not boring".

Your words made Peter's chest tighter. He wanted to believe you, yet the voice at the back of his mind reminded how wrong youwere. If you only knew the real him, the guy who had spent countless nights staring at your window, memorizing your every move, you wouldn't be smiling and sitting here before him.

"Hey, don't overthink it. You're cool. Let's just finish this masterpiece, okay?" you said, flicking his arm before he could answer.

Peter smiled forcedly

And when they finished the day's work, you walk him to the door once more, your smile as warm as ever.

"Thanks for coming over," you said. "You're actually a pretty decent partner, Parker."

"Decent?!" Peter gasped, clutching his chest in mock offense. "Wow. Don't hold back; tell me how you really feel."

And you laughed, shaking your head. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Peter waved. You waved back at him, as he strolled down the street, but he did not go very far. Instead, he found himself across the street in the same place, hidden under the shadow of the oak tree.

you were in your living room again, curled around a blanket and a pillow as you watched whatever was on your screen, your face glowing softly from the light of the television. Peter leaned against the tree with both hands shoved in his jacket pockets and simply watched.

How long he'd been there, he couldn't tell, but he didn't want to leave. This was the closest he ever felt with you, even if you didn't know he was here.

He knew this was crossing the line, but he couldn't help himself. He found himself sneaking into your house. Now he really felt like a robber trying to intrude a home, expect he wasn't really going to steal anything, or so he thought.

It was late at night, you and your family were already asleep at this point

Peter knew that the right thing to do was to head home. He knew for sure that this crossed a line even he wasn't sure he could come back from. But before he could stop himself, he was moving, slipping across the street and into the shadows of your yard.

His palms were slick with sweat as he scanned the side of the house. The metal trellis leading up to your window wasn't very solid, but it would hold him if he was careful.

He carefully climbed the trellis, not putting too much weight on it. And his heart was pounding as he got to your window, his fingers brushing against the cool glass.

It wasn't locked.

At that moment, his body froze. The rational part of him screamed to stop, to climb back down and pretend this never happened. But then his hand was on the window. And that soft sound of it sliding open seemed to be deafeningly loud in the stillness of the night.

He slipped into his feet and landed silently on the carpeted floor. Your room smelled of lavender and something warm and sweet like vanilla. A little bit of moonlight filtered through the curtains and brightened the room in pale silver.

There she was

You laid curled up in your bed, the blankets pulled up to your shoulders, your face peaceful in sleep. Peter’s breath caught in his throat. You looked so serene, so utterly perfect, that it made his chest ache.

He stood there for what felt like an eternity, just watching you. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to feel—satisfaction, maybe, or relief. But all he felt was a strange mix of awe and guilt.

This was wrong.

He knew it.

But he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

He looked around your room, it was full of polaroids of either you or your friends.

He started walking around your room quietly, careful to not wake you up in your slumber, because God knows what will happen if you saw him in your room with all its glory, he couldn't even imagine the disgust on your face.

But one thing caught his eye

Your bathroom was open, and in your bathroom was a basket with what he assumed inside were dirty laundry.

He knew it was disgusting, heck, over the top creep award would probably go to him, but he found himself walking towards the bathroom. It was wrong, but he still did it, he needs to get help, he thought to himself.

One second ago he was walking towards your bathroom, next thing you knew he was rummaging through your dirty laundry, occasionally smelling some of your shirts. He cherished the way your scent overwhelmed his nose, he was in Cloud 9.

While he was rummaging, a little piece of clothing caught his eye. With shaky hands he picked up the piece of clothing, it was your pink underwear with little cherries scattered everywhere as design.

He brought it near to his nose. He suddenly sat down in the neat cold tiles of the bathroom floor, he smelt it as if it was his oxygen.

He let out a small moan. He didn't know if it was an invisible force making him do such things, but he found his hands unbuttoning his pants

Peter Parker sat in the rest room; hand clasped tight around the lacy edge of the pink panty. He took out his hardened length of his boxers. The scent of dirty panties wafted his nose.

He imagined you wrapped around his throbbing cock, he thought of the feeling of your tight little pussy riding his cock, he wanted the sweet nectar from your lips, while having a feast on your quivering hole. His cock throbbed in his palms, his hands were much faster now, stroking his hardened cock. He had to bite his tongue to keep himself from moaning

Why was he doing this? You were literally there, outside the bathroom, sleeping. And Peter was here, out in the open, jerking off to the smell of your used panties

He was drenched in sweat as his hairs stuck to his wet forehead. He fantasized about your perky tits; perfect little nipples erect in anticipation. Pumping the shaft rapidly, imagining you on all fours begging for more, the bounce of your tits while riding him moaning his name like a mantra, Peter, fuck Peter, Peter, oh my God!

Peter was breathing heavily, his release was near, he profusely pumped his manhood, his hands and cock covered in his sticky pre-cum.

He wanted to feel you inside him, want you to quiver in pleasure as he fucks you over and over again.

He felt a sudden wave of pleasure hitting him, before he knew it, he released a flooded torrent of jizz into sticky cum as it scattered all over the floor. He slumped against the wall, heaving as he tried to steady his racing heart. He looked outside the door, finding you in the same spot as you were. You were sleeping oh so peacefully

He gazed at you, his heart full of unfulfilled yearning. He desperately wanted to be part of your world, to be someone you chose to let in. Yet no matter how many jokes he made or how close you seemed; he knew deep in his heart that he was not enough.

A soft sound broke the silence.

Peter's eyes snap to the bed, and his stomach lurch at the realization that you were stirring. Your brows knitted, your breathing started shifting, just as if you were going to wake up.

He immediately threw your panties back into the basket as he stood up and fixed his underwear and pants

He felt panic surging him, he immediately sprinted near the window. It made a loud a thud, now he was fucked

He moved quickly and quietly without thinking as he quietly ran towards the window. Just as you were about to opene your eyes, he slipped stealthily past the fluttering of curtains.

He tried scrambling down the trellis and found the ground, shivering and shaking as he did so.

He was hidden in a shadow corner, looking up towards your window. You were sitting up now, rubbing your eyes and looking around your room with a sleepy confusion.

Peter's chest tightened.

What's the matter with him?

He hurried as he turned away, his footsteps quiet against the pavement

The cool night air wrapped around Peter Parker like a cold, suffocating blanket as he walked back toward his house. Each step seemed to slant further and further as if his sneakers were scuffing wet against the cracked pavement in a slow and deliberate rhythm.

It was as if the world had gone still—entirely quiet. No cars were heard, no distant chatter, no hum of the city. Just Peter, the quiet whistle of wind through leaves, and the pounding thuds of his thoughts.

With that, he shoved his hands deep into his jacket pockets, his fingers curling into tight fists. Replaying the scene, he heard the soft sound of your breathing, the warmth of your room, and the way you stirred in your bed as if you had felt him there.

What the heck are you doing, Parker? He hadn't intended to climb into your room. He hadn't intended for it to get this far. Watching from the shadows was one thing, but tonight… tonight he had crossed a line.

He stopped moving and leaned against the lamppost, his breath escaping him in short, sharp gasps. Above him, the light flickered, shining unevenly across his shadow on the ground.

"This isn't me," he whispered to himself, the voice trembling.

But wasn't it?

Hadn't he been staring at you for years, taking notes while you weren't looking, memorizing all of your movements, laughter, and smiles? He had told himself that it was just harmless admiration from a distance, but now it was clear.

What would you think if you knew?

He sighed, Peter threw back his head and gazed up at the sky. Above him the stars, though cold and distant, seemed on to him— judging him in silence.

With the words of Uncle Ben echoing in his mind, With great power comes great responsibility, Peter winced.

Peter's jaw clamped down. Not great power; not yet. But wasn't all this part of it? Taking responsibility for his actions, owning up to his mistakes before they spiraled uncontrollably out of hand?

It hit him like a gut punch.

He wouldn't ever be able to take it back. Nor would he ever be able to wipe away the fact that he'd violated your space, your privacy, in a way you might never forgive. But he could stop it from going any further. He could ensure that you never found out.

@gloomskulls 2024. DON'T COPY, TRANSLATE OR USE ANY OF MY WORKS HERE OR ANY OTHER WEBSITES. Photos don't belong to me

[lovedrruunk]

Hi! I saw that you were taking requests! Is it alright if I can request venture with reader that loves placing kisses all over their face? Hopefully this is alright with you if not feel free to ignore this!

'Kisses galore ⊹.(⸝⸝ ˆ ³(⁎˃ ᴗ ˂⁎)˚.

Venture (Overwatch x GN reader)

[Established relationship!]

Authors note!!! (;° ロ°); third....venture.... post......I have like 5 posts in total... well anyways!!! idc cuz i luv them! and i love YOUUUU AHH tysm for requesting this it was super fun to write i hope u like it !!!! also sorry its pretty short! I kinda wrote it on a whim wanting to post it before I went out so its not proof read either (Im actually so late rn its not even funny okay srsly gtg bye!)

Y’know that one tiktok trend that was popular last year where someone would be reapplying lipstick and then the camera would turn and its their s/o covered in kisses yea yea that’s just you guys all the time lol

In the beginning of your relationship they’d get all flustered and have this goofy grin on their face whenever you’d smother their face in kisses. Oh? And how do they react now? The exact same! Literally nothing has changed since the first time you’ve kissed them, they still giggle and look away. No matter how long its been they just can’t seem to get used to your affection

They could be hit by a bus going 200mph, in critical condition and one kiss on the nose from you would get them up and doing a little jig going yippee!

They might pretend to be annoyed or irritated but really that's just because they love playful banter and it’s pretty obvious how they feel about your kisses by the way they laugh and refuse to let you pull away

Their favorite moments with you are when you're laying over them somewhere enjoying each others company with your hands on their cheeks and your lips all over their face

They're pretty ticklish overall so kiss sessions usually turn into laughing fits

Although 99% of the kisses you share are all in good fun there are those times when they're sad or angry and you're kisses can't help but feel a bit more intimate and loving (please kiss their tears away!!!)

They appreciate you so much like they literally can't get enough of you. They cherish every kiss like it's the first and definitely act like it too. If you tell them they're blushing they'll deny it with their whole chest meanwhile looking like 🟥

“Augh! You’re suffocating me!” You and Sloane had been neglecting all your duties for the day in order to lay on the couch and bathe in the warm sunlight seeping through the windows. You both had been watching some random brainrot on their phone when you got bored and decided to pounce on them planting loving kisses all over their face. "Oh shut up" you playfully roll your eyes as you kiss them on the lips this time.

"One of these days I'm gonna die and you'll regret not listening to me" "Boo hoo" you giggled at their melodramatics deciding to pull away from them, but before you could you felt their hands tighten around you holding you in place.

"I mean... Dying in your arms doesn't sound so bad..."

"Yea yea whatever" You mumble happily as you lean down again pressing a kiss to their cheek.

[cowboydk]

SILVER LININGS, GOLD AND SHINING

PART ONE.

Summary: Complicated was the first word that came to mind regarding your relationship with one Jeong Yunho. He was your very best friend, your other half, the person you went to with everything. He also was someone you slept with fairly regularly. If anyone asked, the pair of you just said you were the very best of friends. That’s all it was, right? What happens when the lines start to blur even more than they already are? Or when others coming into the mix throws everything you thought you knew out the window? Do you let things fall apart or fight for a new normal?

Pairing: Non-idol!Jeong Yunho x Fem!Reader

Warnings:  Strong/Mature language, sexual content (references to implied smut, sexual comments, no actual smut in this part). Minors DNI! 

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: Fluff, angst, best friends to best friends with benefits?, idiots to lovers!!

A/N: Hello!! The first official part, yippee! I debated waiting to post it, but I was too eager and decided to drop it already. I hope you all enjoy! Shoutout to my lovely bestie Em for proofreading and helping me with this! Thank you for being my #1 fan despite not even going here! LMAO (divider credit!)

Light bleeding through the curtains was the thing that awoke you out of your comfortable slumber. Slowly, your eyes blinked open and you groaned into the pillow. Too early. Way too early—at least that’s what it felt like. 

“Shh,” came a voice from behind you, the hand that had been slung over your waist coming to playfully cover your face.

“Yunho!” You yelped, swatting him away halfheartedly at best. “You’re so annoying.”

“Says the one groaning like their life is ending at waking up before noon.”

“You kept me awake until two AM to get to a new level in Fortnite. I’m not even good at it. You always carry me, Mister Level eighty-three,” you grumbled into the soft pillow. 

You could feel the deep rumble against your back with how Yunho chuckled. His chin tucked over the top of your head as his hand soothingly rubbed over your side. 

“You have fun though! You’re definitely getting better—except for the time someone kidnapped you in a car.”

“You told me to stay in the car!”

“How was I supposed to know when I went to search the bunker that someone would hop in the car, drive you outside of the storm circle, then shoot you and leave you to die?!” Yunho shot back. “You should’ve just got out of the car. Lowkey a skill issue, sunshine.”

“I couldn’t! Ugh, you’re so mean—” You jabbed your elbow back into Yunho’s gut—soft enough that it wouldn’t actually hurt him. Not too much, anyway.

Yunho let out a grunt in response, squeezing and tickling your side in retaliation. You squealed loudly and squirmed, scrambling to throw off the comforter to all but run into the ensuite inside his bedroom. You slammed shut the door and locked it before Yunho could make it inside. A pleased smile pulled at your lips as you heard Yunho jiggle the doorknob with no avail. 

“Oh, c’mon. This is cheating, sunshine,” Yunho grumbled through the door. “I’m sorry I said your Fortnite disaster was a skill issue! I’ll wash your back in apology?”

“Oh, will you now? After you do backshots on it? Sure. Not getting me this time, puppy!” 

You heard Yunho sputter outside the door, bursting into a fit of laughter. The sound made you smile—not that you’d admit that. He’d never let you live it down. 

“That was two days ago! Let it go! I cleaned you up, didn’t I?” 

You merely hummed in response, turning on the shower to answer him instead. A very loud, audible groan reverberated through the door and you couldn’t help your giggle. 

It felt like you had known Yunho all your life—in reality it had only been the last several years. You met freshman year of university. He sat next to you in your history lecture, being the first to offer you a pencil when yours ran out of lead causing you to curse endlessly under your breath. He had a shy smile playing on his lips as he extended the pencil out without a word—he told you much, much later that it was his only pencil. That was something you ended up teasing him for endlessly. It was beyond endearing. He had always reminded you of a big puppy, hence the teasing nickname that just stuck. Your tendency to brighten his day on the worst of them—his words, not yours—was where your own nickname of sunshine came from. It was history from here. 

The pair of you ended up hosting your own mini study group, party of two. From there it blossomed into coffee or boba tea runs. He told you all about his love of Valorant and Fortnite. You admitted to your love of reading, whether it was a good book or even a manga series. You often found yourself staying at his off campus home that he shared with three roommates: Mingi, Wooyoung, and San. You were practically a fourth roommate with the frequency you showed up at their home. Wooyoung joked once that you might as well pay rent if you were going to be there that much. You responded by throwing your cow slipper at his head. (They were the pair Yunho got you to wear around their house, naturally.) 

Yunho was your very best friend, you were positive you wouldn’t have gotten through college without him. Your roommate and other best friend, Eunjin, always bickered with Yunho on when they’d get to spend time with you. It endlessly amused you to see the pair argue that they wanted to spend time with you for the evening, that the other had already seen you that week. Even being in the ‘real world’ now you were inseparable with the man in question. You made it a point to see him more than once a week even as you were in the midst of trying to work toward getting your masters degree. Yunho himself had what you two had deemed a ‘big boy job’ in working for the cybersecurity department of a big company in the city. He was regularly one of the top performers in his department and you always teased that he had the big boy bucks to treat you two to your ‘friend dates’—not that you’d ever let him pay. The pair of you fought over that often, practically every time you went out.

When it came to the more complicated part of your relationship it hadn’t ever really been planned. You knew Yunho was attractive, of course you did. He had his goofy charm, kind nature, and bright smile on top of his already stellar looks. Girls regularly stole looks in his direction, flustered smiles and papers slid his way when you two went out. Though, you were convinced he was cursed when it came to first dates. It felt like anytime he ended up going out on a date, whether it was one he set up himself or a blind date that Hongjoong or Mingi set up for him, he never went past that. He always had some sort of excuse that either he didn’t click with the girl or it was awkward, that he didn’t see it going anywhere. You were skeptical, but let it go until you finally just asked one day.

“When’s the last time you had sex, huh?” Your fingers were buried in Yunho’s hair as he sat between your legs playing his PS5, on the floor while you remained seated on his couch. 

“Shit, Y/N—” Yunho swore under his breath, his attempt at building in his Minecraft world with Seonghwa and Wooyoung halted as he jolted back to look up at you with wide eyes.

“Not the government name,” you whined out, your fingers sliding free of the strands of his brown hair. “I’m just asking! Every date you go on seems to either end in disaster or you don’t like the girl. I just figured you’d be, you know… pent up, I guess.”

“This just seems like a weird topic for us to talk about. I don’t—” A blush bloomed on the man’s pale features, traveling up to the tips of his ears. 

“We’re best friends! Who else would you talk about this stuff with—”

“Mingi—”

“—and don’t say Mingi!” 

You rolled your eyes and reached down to tug harshly at Yunho’s hair. He yelped and pinched your calf in retaliation. You let out an equally as loud and high pitched yelp.

“I—” Yunho sighed, head knocking back lightly into your knee, “I don’t know. It’s been awhile, okay?”

You made a face at that, smoothing your fingers over his hair in a much more soothing motion than your prior movements. “I just feel bad. You deserve to feel good and stuff. You’re the best person I know.”

Yunho snorted softly, “thanks, sunshine. I’m sure I’ll get laid soon enough, if you’re really that concerned then you could always help me out.” He wiggled his eyebrows before bursting into a fit of laughter.

You giggled alongside Yunho at his joke, but a lightbulb seemed to go off in your mind. You couldn’t help but wonder if that wouldn’t be the worst idea? Yunho was the person you trusted the most alongside Eunjin, after all. Besides, you were going through your own drought. You weren’t the biggest fan of physical touch outside those you trusted. This would solve that. It’s not like it had to change anything. You could have fun and still remain the best of friends. 

“Well…” You began, almost hesitantly. 

Yunho’s dark eyes snapped to your face almost instantly. He blinked owlishly a few times as if he couldn’t believe you were actually considering what he was joking about. 

“It doesn’t have to change anything!” You were quick to start out with, seeing the disbelief on your best friend’s face. “You’re my best friend. There’s no one I trust more than you—maybe Eunjin, but we’re not talking about her right now, anyway! You two are the same level even, not that I trust her more—”

“Y/N…” Yunho began in a warning tone.

“I’m just saying!” You interrupted, “you and I both benefit  from this. I get pent up, too, you know. If you don’t want to then we don’t have to. I just… I don’t know. I trust you, like I said. You’re my very best friend, Yuyu. I don’t want things to be weird, so we can just forget this ever happened if you think I’m being utterly insane right now.”

Yunho looked up at you, seemingly at a loss of words. His pink lips pressed together in a thin line as the silence stretched and grew between you. You felt like you were about to claw out of your skin with how long it went on before Yunho finally spoke.

“Okay, yeah—it doesn’t have to change anything. I already like making you happy, as a friend! So… this would just add onto that. I make you feel good, you make me feel good. It’ll be—”

“—good?” You grinned.

Yunho rolled his eyes and breathed out a soft laugh, the tension finally snapping into the familiar comfort you two already knew and thrived in. 

“Yes, that.”

You leaned down and hugged Yunho around his neck loosely from behind. You dropped your chin on the top of his head, humming happily to yourself. Yunho’s large hand came up to squeeze one of your forearms gently, patting it gently after he did so. 

“So—should we like… kiss or what?”

You couldn’t help but laugh loudly, letting go to fall back against the couch in your fit of laughter. Yunho turned between your legs to scramble up to his feet. 

“What? Why are you laughing at that?!” He was now laughing at himself in turn. 

“‘Should we like kiss, or what?’ You’re such a dork!” A snort escaped you as you continued laughing, holding a hand over your mouth to try to hide the fact that you just did so.

Yunho leaned down, his hands planting on the back of the couch, effectively caging you in between his arms. He huffed out a soft laugh, cocking an eyebrow as he stared down at you. Your laughter tapered off to a soft giggle instead, biting down on your bottom lip to contain it. The tension was different now. It felt charged with the unsaid promise of where things could lead to. You felt like you had to hold your breath to not break the moment. 

Looking down at your lips then back at your eyes, Yunho cocked an eyebrow in a silent request. You managed a tiny nod in response, eyes fluttering shut as he started to move forward. The few seconds between your confirmation felt like they lasted an eternity. Finally, you felt a pair of soft lips press firmly to your own. It immediately sent your head spinning in a way you couldn’t quite explain. Your hands slid up Yunho’s biceps, arms wrapping loosely around his neck to press further into the kiss. His lips moved against your own as you two languidly kissed. There was a heat beneath it, but no rush. It was… nice, really nice. 

Your lips parted the moment you felt Yunho’s tongue swipe against your bottom one. A soft groan escaped you with the new feeling, your tongues sliding messily against one another. One hand buried in the locks of the man’s hair, tugging lightly. He groaned instantly, teeth catching your bottom lip and pulling before he broke the kiss off. You were both panting softly in an attempt to catch your breath. 

“Well,” Yunho began roughly, licking his lips, “it’s either I eat you out here or up in my bed. Dealer’s choice.”

You snorted loudly, hand loosening its grip from Yunho’s hair to instead slap over your mouth to try to muffle the laughter. Yunho grinned brightly, immediately moving to unhinge your hand from over your mouth.  

“You’re so cute when you snort, don’t hide.”

“Oh, whatever!” You huffed, pushing playfully at Yunho to make him stand up straight. “I can’t believe you just said ‘dealer’s choice’ to where I want you to eat me out. I shouldn’t be surprised, though.”

“What? I’m being a gentleman! I should warn you though that San and Wooyoung will probably be coming back from the gym within the hour.”

“Bedroom it is!” You said quickly, standing and grabbing Yunho’s hand to drag him up the stairs. 

The rest, as most would say, is history. Well, Wooyoung would probably say it was the start of your descent into absolute idiocy, but you digressed. He locked himself out of the house more than once so you thought it was the other way around. The sleepovers you had with Yunho that were just casual and more often than not with you two being tangled on the couch ended up with you two just sleeping in his bed instead. Showers were shared and you were way more comfortable with him than you were prior—if that was even possible. 

You two were still the very best of friends and you were beyond comfortable with the dynamic you had settled into months later. (Teasing comments from your friends aside—Wooyoung especially.) You knew that after your shower you and Yunho would have a late breakfast before he inevitably convinced you to either try Valorant or play Fortnite with him. This had been your new norm for awhile now and you wouldn’t change it for anything. 

(Right? Right!)

[rosseyartz]

I haven't taken part in a DTIYS in like idk nearly 2 years or something I don't remember. But anyway, I have taken part in @cherrifire DTIYS and did the Ren and Martyn one:))) (Also wow I remembered to post art on here after like idk 3 months or something.)

I originally was just going to do a traditional drawing only but I also ended up doing a digital version because yes. Or else I would have uploaded it like last week lmao.

Also I made a new watermark logo thing (the thing up on the top left) for when I mainly do digital pieces etc. yippee! Also have the pencil and outline version of the traditional drawing because yes.

I had fun doing this though:))) Thanks for making this DTIYS:)) Your art is so amazing as well I love each piece of artwork sm!! You are a cool person as well:)) (Funny thing is that I'm watching your stream rn while I'm making this blog hehehe)

[can-tthink]

hi i made a tumblr account today just to post this lmao 💥💥💥first post yippee

i read they both die at the end a few weeks ago and i’m still so crushed over it holy shitttt

i’ve only gotten into reading last year but i gotta say this is prob the book that has made me the most emotional, and also i’m a crybaby

ik mateo and rufus are both fictional but like ☹️☹️☹️

anyway here’s mateo holding that bird he buried at some point in the book idk i think it’s pretty cute