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happy74827 · 3 months ago

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White Lies

[Spencer Reid x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You have constantly lied to your mother about your private life, as she was one to disapprove of everything, but those "harmless lies" become a lot more serious when you forget to cancel plans with your closest friend.

WC: 3036

Category: Fluff, Fake Dating, Sassy!Reid {TW: Reader’s mom is Authoritarian}

Another drafted idea that I finally wrote up because Spencer is the definition of pookie, and you cannot change my mind. This is also a dedication to my girl, @yoursacredqueenmother, for matching my crazy delulu fantasies 🫶💖

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Your mom has always been a force of nature—a whirlwind of opinions, expectations, and unsolicited advice that sweeps through your life like a hurricane. She’s the kind of woman who believes she knows what’s best for you, even when you’re pretty sure she doesn’t. Ever since you turned 30 last year, her visits have become more frequent, and her nagging has reached a fever pitch.

"You’re getting old, sweetheart," she’d say, her voice dripping with concern that felt more like judgment. "You need to settle down, find a nice man, start a family. I’m not going to be around forever, you know."

The words were always delivered with a smile, but they stung like a slap. You love her, you really do, but her constant pressure makes you feel like you’re failing at some unspoken test of womanhood.

So, to get her off your back, you’d started lying. Little white lies at first—"I’m seeing someone, Mom, it’s just early stages"—but they quickly snowballed into more and more elaborate fibs. Soon, you were telling her that you were dating a doctor who wanted nothing more than to start a family with you but was waiting for the right time.

It was easier to make up a fictitious doctor than to explain the real reason you were still single.

Because the truth is that the man of your dreams is already in your life, he's been here for years, and he's always been the perfect friend. The problem is that he's a little hard to read. You have no idea how he feels about you or if he sees you as more than a friend.

You'd tried to tell him how you felt about him before, but the words had stuck in your throat. He’d seemed so confused, so shocked by the mere suggestion of romance. Maybe he just didn't see you that way. Maybe you’d ruin your friendship by even mentioning the idea.

This led to where you are now: alone, frustrated, and trying to figure out how to keep your mother from butting into your personal life. You’d thought maybe she’d drop the issue after your birthday, but she’d come by to "surprise you" last night and is now currently sitting at the kitchen table, looking around your apartment with an expression of vague disappointment.

"Honey, you’re an adult now," she says, not looking up from her coffee cup. "You can’t keep living like this."

She gestures at the living room, which is scattered with discarded letters and half-read books. The mess is a symptom of the chaos in your head as you’ve been too preoccupied with thoughts of him to worry about cleaning up after yourself.

"It’s not that bad," you mumble, though you know it is. Even he’d commented on the state of your apartment when he’d last stopped by, and his place is usually worse than yours. Messy, not dirty. He’s a bit of an organized hoarder.

"Well, maybe not for a single girl," she sighs. "But what if Doctor Whoever comes over? Don’t you want to impress him?"

You bite your lip, trying to keep your temper in check. This is the problem with your mother—she has a habit of steamrolling over your feelings, and you've never been able to stand up to her. You’d thought you were done having this argument when you turned 30. Apparently, you’d thought wrong.

"Mom," you begin, your voice firm. "I told you, he doesn't care about stuff like that. He's more concerned with things like—"

The doorbell rings, interrupting you mid-sentence. Thank God. You’re not sure what you would have said, but any excuse is better than none. You figured it was the mailman, late with that package you’d been expecting, but when you just so happen to glance at the calendar (the one your father bought you last Christmas, with pictures of cats wearing hats), your stomach drops.

March 21st, which may not seem important, and it really isn’t, unless you look closer and realize that the cat in the picture is wearing a lab coat and is holding a beaker. Because that, my friends, is not just a picture. It is a reminder.

The one thing you had not wanted to forget.

The one thing, apparently, you had forgotten.

You’d been so busy trying to avoid your mother’s questions about your non-existent boyfriend that you’d completely lost track of time. The calendar sits there, taunting you, and all you can think is:

Oh, no.

Because the person who had rang the doorbell? It was him. He and his adorable grin, hazel-like eyes, and messy brown hair. He probably even brought a bag of those terribly expensive chocolates you love.

You want to cry. Of course, it had to be that day, the day of all days, the day you'd been secretly anticipating for all month.

Chess day. It was a monthly ritual you'd started with him when he'd discovered that you, too, were a fan of the game. You were absolutely terrible at it, and he won every time, but honestly, you didn't care. Chess day was just an excuse for you to spend time with him.

Except today, you have company, and it’s not exactly the kind you want him to meet.

You were supposed to call him, but in your haste to please your mom, you completely forgot.

Your mother’s gaze shifts to the door, and her eyebrows rise as if she can sense his presence on the other side. "Well, aren’t you going to answer that?"

No.

That's what you wanted to say. Instead, you hear yourself saying:

"Yeah, just a sec."

And, like a complete idiot, you open the door.

You open the door, and he’s there, all bright-eyed, smiling, holding a box of chocolates and his perfectly polished travel chess set. You feel like the biggest jerk in the world.

"Uh, hey!" he chirps, his voice making your stomach flip. He doesn’t seem to notice the tension in the air or the fact that your mother is standing right behind you, peering curiously over your shoulder. "I know I’m a little early, but I needed to pick up some things and..."

He trails off as his gaze settles on your mother. She’s eyeing him like a hawk and doing what she does when meeting a new person: leaning forward slightly, squinting her eyes, and tilting her head. You can see the wheels turning in her mind.

"Is this him?" she asks, her eyes wide with excitement.

Before you can stop her, she grabs your wrist and pulls you aside. You stumble into the kitchen, and she takes your place, smiling warmly at him.

"So, you’re the doctor," she says, her voice full of approval. "My daughter has told me so much about you!"

Oh, this is bad. So, so bad.

"Uh," he begins, clearly caught off-guard. His eyes dart to yours, and you were expecting his classic confused puppy look, but this time, it’s different. He looks... honored? No, that can't be right.

"She… talked about me?" he stammers, looking back at your mother.

She nods. "All the time! In fact, I was starting to think she’d made you up. It’s good to know my daughter has such a handsome young man in her life."

You want to die. Right there, on the spot. But, somehow, you manage to force a smile, even as your heart pounds with anxiety.

And your mother? She beams.

"It’s lovely to meet you finally," she gushes. She reaches out and shakes his hand, and he stares at her with a dazed expression. "My daughter has always been a bit shy, and she tends to keep things close to the vest if you know what I mean."

"Mom, please," you cut in, mortified. "Stop."

He still hasn't said a word, and the silence is killing you.

"Well, come on in, then," your mother continues, ignoring your protests. "I insist. After all, I can't wait to learn more about my future son-in-law!"

And this is when the situation goes from bad to worse.

This is when he freezes, and the box of chocolates threatens to slip from his fingers. You watched as he struggled to form a coherent sentence.

"I... Uh, that's not... we’re not..."

"Yes! Yes, we are!" you shout, desperate to cover up his stammering. He looks at you, his expression shifting from confused to shocked, and it’s like a punch in the gut. "That’s right, Mom. This is him. My boyfriend. Doctor Whoever."

"Oh, sweetie, this is so wonderful!" Your mother is so busy clapping her hands with delight that she doesn't notice his reaction.

"Doctor… Whoever?" He looks offended and a bit hurt. "What’s that supposed to mean—?"

"Shush!" You hiss, silently pleading with him to keep quiet. He must have caught your desperation because he shuts his mouth.

It allowed you a moment to process everything. Your mother is smiling widely, her face filled with delight. She doesn't even seem bothered by the fact that he’s currently dressed like a college professor with an evident love for scarves.

Meanwhile, he’s standing there, blinking stupidly, looking as if his entire world has been flipped upside-down. He seems torn between anger and elation, and honestly, it’s confusing as hell. You want to grab him and apologize and explain that this was all a mistake, but you can’t. Not with your mother right there.

So, you knew what you had to do.

"Mom! Say, would you mind doing me a huge favor and just give us like a few minutes? We have some important totally-not-boyfriend stuff to discuss."

"Sure, honey." She grins. "I'll do some unpacking. How about that?"

"Perfect!"

She practically skips into the other room, leaving the two of you alone. There’s a long, uncomfortable silence, broken only by the sound of the bedroom door clicking shut.

The sigh you let out is one of relief, tinged with the faintest hint of dread.

Though, he was the first to break the silence with words.

"I didn’t realize we were dating," he says, his voice low. He's not quite glaring at you, but it's a close thing. "Last time I checked, statistically, dating requires at least two people. Which leads me to the logical conclusion that you are, in fact, a liar. Unless this is some strange, newfangled term for friendship, in which case, I think it would be more appropriate for me to refer to you as the "teller of lies" rather than a—"

"I know, I'm sorry." You blurt out, your cheeks flushing with shame. "I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. She was asking all these questions, and I couldn't tell her the truth, and then she just kept talking, and I couldn't get a word in edgewise, and... I panicked. Okay? That’s all."

"What do you mean, couldn’t tell her the truth?" He narrows his eyes. "Is something wrong? Did you get yourself into trouble?"

"No! No, nothing like that."

"Then, what is it that you can't tell her?"

He steps closer, and the concern in his eyes makes you feel even guiltier.

"Look, don't worry about it, alright? It’s not important." You turn away, refusing to meet his gaze.

"If it isn’t important, then why are you so embarrassed?"

"I’m not embarrassed."

"Your cheeks are flushed," he points out. "And you tend to rub your thumb against your forefinger when you’re feeling nervous or stressed. Which, coincidentally, is also something you do when you’re lying."

Damn it. You should’ve known better than to lie to a profiler.

"You don��t know what it’s like to be interrogated by my mother," you snap, harsher than intended. You soften your voice before continuing. "It’s like she’s constantly see-sawing between disapproval and pity. She means well, but when she’s around, I feel like I'm being crushed under the weight of her expectations."

He opens his mouth, but you cut him off.

"And I know, I know, that’s not an excuse for lying. I just... I’m sorry, okay? It was wrong and selfish and... I didn’t mean to drag you into it."

You brace yourself for the inevitable rejection, the anger, the disappointment. Instead, you hear him let out a sigh, followed by the familiar look of resolve that comes over him when he's faced with a challenging puzzle.

"You know, when we first met, you used to lie all the time." He glances at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You would say things like, 'I don't watch rom-coms,' and, 'I have a real job,' and, most infamously, 'there's no such thing as aliens.'"

"Hold on a minute—"

He ignored your protests, his smile growing wider.

"You’re not that bad of a liar. Actually, you’re pretty decent, considering your lack of social skills. So the fact that you’ve managed to fool your mother is pretty impressive."

"Hey—"

"And, honestly, it’s a little flattering."

"I— Wait… what?" You gape at him, trying to figure out what's going on. "Flattering?"

He shrugs, but you can tell he's trying not to blush.

"Liars tend to use people they know well or trust implicitly when they need a cover story because they have more information about them and are therefore more believable. So, by lying about your fake boyfriend, that being me, it suggests that you trust me enough to make a convincing cover story, and the fact that you are embarrassed about the deception implies a certain amount of fondness."

"You can't know all that from a simple lie."

"Can’t I?"

There's something in his tone, the slightest hint of a tease, that makes your heart flutter. He's always been like this, so damn perceptive. You never knew what to make of it.

"It’s actually a well-established behavioral theory," he continues. "Deceivers typically show affection toward the person they are attempting to deceive. In fact, a study in the 1970s—"

"Spencer, please." You hold up a hand. "I get it."

"I'm not so sure that you do."

There's an intensity in his gaze that makes your stomach do backflips.

"Because," he murmurs, moving a little closer, "if you did, I wouldn’t have had to spend the past three years of my life wondering why my best friend keeps avoiding my gaze."

"You noticed that?" You squeak, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.

"I notice everything."

He takes a step toward you, and it’s so quick, so unexpected, that you can't help but glance up. He's actually extremely close, his face mere inches from yours, and you find yourself frozen, unable to speak, unable to think, as his eyes lock with yours.

"I notice that the color of your eyes changes depending on the lighting." He pauses, and his voice grows softer. "And I notice that your pupils dilate when I'm near. I notice the way you breathe, the way you laugh, the way you chew your bottom lip when you’re deep in thought. And I can’t help but notice that the closer I get, the faster your heart rate becomes. That could be a number of things, of course, and not just an indication of arousal, but considering the context, the likelihood that it’s due to anything other than sexual excitement is simply—"

"Spence," you breathe, your pulse pounding in your ears. You’re not sure what to do, so you blurt out the first thing that pops into your mind. "Do you want to be my fake boyfriend?"

There’s a moment of silence, followed by a quiet snort.

"I thought I already was."

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, but the tension between you has lessened. Now, he’s simply staring at you with a smug smile, and it's like a dam has burst. The words tumble out of your mouth, spilling out like water from a leaky faucet.

"Well, then, you should know that my boyfriend is absolutely infuriating and has a tendency to ramble about obscure facts at inappropriate moments. And he’s really, really bad at taking a hint."

His smile widens, and his voice takes on a teasing tone.

"Oh, he is, is he? Tell me, is he good at chess?"

"No, he’s terrible at it."

"Then, he sounds like a total loser."

"Yeah," you admit, biting back a smile. "He’s the biggest loser I know."

"In that case, you should know that my girlfriend is incredibly frustrating and a compulsive liar who uses her boyfriend for cover stories. She also tends to cheat her way to victory despite still losing most of the time."

"I do not cheat!" You protest, playfully punching him on the shoulder.

"No, you just make up rules on the spot in order to justify why you lose so badly."

"You’re one to talk. You’re the one who’s been letting me win all this time."

"Perhaps," he grins. "Or maybe I’ve been letting you believe that."

You narrow your eyes.

"Are you admitting to me what I think you're admitting?"

"What is it that you think I’m admitting to?"

"I think you’re admitting to me that you’ve been throwing our chess games all this time."

"That sounds like the ramblings of someone who cheats and is trying to project their own faults onto others."

"Oh, you know what—"

And that's when the bedroom door swings open, and your mother's voice cuts through the air like a knife.

"Ahem."

She's standing there, smiling, and holding a box filled with old pictures and baby toys. Your father had sent it to you last year, hoping that you’d have children soon and use it, but you’d put it in storage, intending to deal with it later. Apparently, your mother had decided now was the perfect time.

The both of you share a look, and it's clear that he’s thinking the same thing as you.

"Not interrupting, am I?" She asks, glancing from him to you and then back again. Her smile was practically glowing, and she had a strange look in her eyes as if she were a cat watching a bird. "I was just looking for a place to put these old things and thought maybe my daughter's boyfriend might be interested in seeing them."

The shared look between the two of you solidified what was going through both of your minds. This was indeed going to be a long, long afternoon.

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bunny-jpeg · 1 year ago

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how can i take your order? all you have to do is pick a dessert, drink and driver/character of your choosing! are you in the mood for a mille-feuille or a big slice of chocolate cake! please, please, please indicate who you want me to write about!!

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mille-feuille: “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

butter tart: "let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

sugar pie: “gonna let daddy hear ya?”

zebra cake: "well, what do we have here?"

carrot cake: "swallow it. all of it."

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family."

pots de crème: "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo."

oat flapjacks: "i'm not scared of you."

persian rolls: "it's mandatory i finish. you getting to finish is a treat."

spice pie: "i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut."

mushroom pie: "if you don't shut up. i'm going to shut you up."

lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making."

swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you."

pumpkin pie: "i've met strays who were more obedient."

pastry braid: "your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

sausage roll: "i wonder how much i could get for photos of this cunt."

pithivier: "if you don't behave, i'll let the boys take care of you."

tiramisu: “my little slut to ruin.”

sponge toffee: "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?"

pull-apart bread: "i love you"

powered sugar donuts: "marry me."

blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.”

pudding chomeur: "i don't share."

ice cream bars: “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine."

chocolate cake: "do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day."

soufflé: "i'll be gentle."

fried dough: "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours."

apple pie: "now be good and beg. thank you."

vanilla cheesecake: "where are your manners?"

berry trifle: "wrong. try again."

maple cream pie: "either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck."

s'more: "The accent gets to you, doesn't it?"

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night."

pancakes: "if you bite me. i'll bite you back."

loaf of whole wheat bread: "you're going to shut that mouth and take me."

jos louis: "does someone need a daddy?"

maple taffy: "oh my god you're stupid."

snowballs: "don't worry, drug tests aren't till next week."

shortbread cookies: "and who does this belong to?"

flan: "i'm not possessive... i'm obsessive."

peach cake: "if you spill a drop, we start all over."

angel food cake: "if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you."

red velvet cupcake: "if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one."

mince pie: "i'm not jealous."

banana bread: "i'm going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until the only word your little brain can form is my name."

crumb cake: "if you just listened, all of this could've been avoided."

chocolate chip cookies: "you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat"

nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it."

coffee cake: "knees. now."

sourdough bread: "i'm going to breed you."

blueberry muffins: "i don't think it'll fit."

pound cake with strawberries: "you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."

croissant: "i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me."

crepe: "pretty girl."

french toast: "you're trying to make me jealous!"

churros: "if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?"

shortbread squares: "you're just mad that that my cock fits perfectly in you now. must be a blow to the ego that we're a perfect match."

savory pastry: "let your brother find out."

sweet pastry: "i'll make it all better."

eclairs: "the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut."

boston cream pie: "yeah, i'll use protection."

bagel: “gonna paint you with my teeth.”

crostata: “stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.”

tres leches: "i wonder if your brother know i cum in you."

peanut butter bars: “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.”

eton mess: "be careful. your breath smells like cum."

scones: "but what if they see us!"

english muffin: "aw, is someone crying?"

honey cruller: "i forget how small you are sometimes."

banana split: "don't look at me like that."

beer brownies: "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog."

fudge: "your father is pissing me off."

sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

hot cross buns: "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up."

brownies: "you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

chocolate mousse: "the only necklace you need is my hand around your throat"

tim bits: "stupid little thing."

fruitcake: "i'll make tonight special."

cornmeal muffin: "i need you most."

devil's food cake: "you're my most unhealthy obsession."

crème caramel: "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?"

banana & chocolate muffins: "i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them."

custard tart: "i've never done this before."

cinnamon rolls: "no one needs to know."

mango sorbet: "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?"

date squares: "you look better with my marks on you."

figgy duff: "if i buy it, will you stop pouting?"

spicy upside down cake: "let's play a game: don't get caught."

cream puffs: "let me finish inside."

profiteroles: "come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go."

with a side of:

coffee: rivals

tea: semi-public/public sex

juice: cockwarming

mocha coffee: breeding kink

bubble tea: daddy kink

a vodka shot: rough sex

sparkling water: gentle sex

coconut water: alternate universe

energy drink: doggy style

champagne: sugar daddy situation

hard lemonade: possessive behaviour

espresso shot: dirty talking

a glass of wine: cowgirl position

ice capp coffee: werewolf au

bloody mary: vampire au

martini: mafia au

frozen latte: dumbification

frozen lemonade: consensual non-consent

cranberry juice: mean!character

glass of water: aftercare

chocolate milk: tenderness

milkshake: size kink

pina colada: pregnancy

cider: body worship

mai tai: loss of virginity

margarita: unprotected sex

mint julep: punishments

chai: biting/hickies

earl grey: big cock

fishbowl cocktail: protected sex

tonic water: age gap

matcha latte: collars/bondage

root beer: filming/recording

soda: jealousy

americano: oral sex

whisky: degrading language

vitamin water: dom/sub dynamic

irish coffee: high sex

sangria: drunk sex

dark roast coffee: sub!character

dark hot chocolate: sub!reader

iced tea: accidentally launching relationship

lemon water: university/college au

naked & famous: bimbo/ditzy!reader

on the house: author's choice!

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the-boundless-sea · 8 months ago

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a list of stark family moments and details i treasure 🫶

jon telling gilly she has a pretty name when they meet because sansa told him once that he should always tell a lady they have a pretty name upon being introduced (jon iii, acok)

robb sitting up with bran after he goes to bed, trying to cheer his little brother up after his fall by telling him how their mother will be home soon and after they'll do a surprise visit to jon in castle black

and bran realizing robb has started crying as he says this, and so taking on the role of comforter and reaching out to hold his big brother's hand as they sit in the dark (bran iv, agot)

robb being unable to resist correcting catelyn for leaving jon out when she says there were 'five wolves for five stark children' despite trying not to argue with her (catelyn ii, asos)

this acting as an echo of when they found the wolves and it initially appeared there were only five, and jon, arguing they should keep the pups to make bran happy, told ned it was a sign that there were five direwolves for five stark kids. even at 7-years-old, bran understands jon is leaving himself out of the count to make it match and loves his brother "with all his heart at that moment." (bran i, agot)

"he was no true stark, had never been one... but he could die like one. let them say that eddard stark fathered four sons, not three." - jon, as he attempts to leave the night's watch to join robb (jon ix, agot)

"mother. you forget my father had four sons. jon's more a stark than some lordlings from the vale who've never set eyes on winterfell." robb, as he legitimizes jon as a stark, names him his heir, and goes to release him from the night's watch (catelyn v, asos)

jon being so overjoyed when bran wakes up from his coma that he cries, hugs tyrion and runs around castle black telling random guards his brother is going to live (jon iii, agot)

arya and bran teaming up to ambush sansa with a dozen snowballs each and sansa retaliating by chasing arya throughout the castle until she tripped. arya stopping to make sure she wasn't hurt and throwing another snowball at her face when she isn't. sansa pulling arya to to the ground and covering her in snow while they both laugh the whole time.

sansa making a snow model of winterfell after reliving this memory because there's no point in snowballs without someone to throw them at. (sansa vii, asos)

everything about the story of jon and robb's ghost prank in the crypts. robb making sure they have one (1) candle about to flicker out. jon being covered in flour makes him a ghost. bran holding arya's hand and hiding behind robb. sansa just fucking taking off. arya's strategy being to punch a ghost into submission. jon and robb laughing so hard bran and arya can't even stay mad and start laughing too. the fact the entire reason it comes up is it's a memory that makes arya smile and feel brave. (arya iv, agot)

rickon being too young to understand why jon isn't sitting with them like he normally does when the king is visiting and holding up the procession when he sees jon sitting somewhere else. (jon i, agot) he keeps asking why jon isn't sitting with them throughout the feast. (bran iii, acok)

jon telling catelyn he doesn't care if she calls the guards on him, she can't stop him saying goodbye to bran.

robb being able to tell something is off with jon after this takes place, and gently asking if his mother said something and jon lying in response to smooth the situation out. (jon ii, agot)

bran wondering if direwolves miss their brothers and sisters too. (bran i, acok)

jon and robb climbing the towers at winterfell to practice shouting at one another after ned told them it's doesn't matter how brilliant a man is if his men can't hear his commands during a battle. (jon vii, asos)

arya thinking if she could see sansa again she'd kiss her and beg her pardons like a proper lady to make her happy. (arya vii, acok)

sansa, believing her younger brothers to be dead, thinks of how she'll name her sons eddard, bran, and rickon. she pictures them all looking like her "late" brothers and sometimes dreams they'll have a girl who looks like arya too. (sansa ii, asos)

when jon imagines leaving the night's watch, he thinks wistfully of having a son named robb. he also fantasizes gilly's son and mance's son would grow up as pseudo-twin brothers like him and robb (jon xii, asos)

the boys would all share a bed to stay warm whenever it got cold. i love to picture this after they got the direwolves so the humans and wolves are all in one big puppy pile. (jon vi, acok) jon also says he would lay up at night while his brothers slept next to him and make his plans to join the night's watch (jon i, agot), so in this mental picture i have all the other boys are dead asleep, while jon super seriously explains his plans to ghost at 3am.

whenever she's on the verge of reuniting with other family members, arya worries they won't want her anymore because of what she's had to do to survive. but when she thinks of reuniting with jon, she thinks "jon will want me. even if no one else does." (arya xii, asos)

bran, sansa, and arya all saying they have to be as brave or as strong as robb when they're hyping themselves up. (bran iv, asos; sansa iv, asos; arya ii, agot) jon dreaming of being "as good and true a son as robb." (jon x, asos) he's literally the golden standard for all his siblings.

robb's ghost showing up in both jon and arya's dreams, with neither one recognizing him (jon viii, asos; cat of the canals, affc)

bran being jealous of jon for thinking of the name ghost first for his direwolf because it sounds so cool while being so disdainful of rickon deciding to call his shaggydog. (bran ii, agot)

jon continuing to hope bran and rickon's consciousnesses live on in their direwolves when he believes them dead. (jon i, adwd; jon viii, asos)

bran wanting to be a wolf so he could find arya and sansa and protect robb in battle so they could all return to winterfell. (bran i, acok)

jon remembering how bran would always follow him and robb everywhere and try join in on whatever they were doing. (jon iii, agot)

rickon following robb everywhere and physically clinging to robb after their other siblings and parents are gone. robb arguing with catelyn over how scared and abandoned rickon feels with her gone. (catelyn iii, agot)

after bran wakes, rickon cries if robb's away more than half a day and asks bran when robb is coming back (bran iv, agot). when robb goes south, rickon melts down so much that he won't eat - he just screams and cries all day and attacks adults who try to comfort him. (bran vi, agot)

jon imagining both his sisters' reactions to seeing the beautiful morning frost at craster's. he pictures sansa crying from how magical it looks and arya running to touch everything he can. (jon iii, acok)

robb and jon's bickering devolving into a race where robb is laughing and hooting and jon is super serious and intent on winning, in a way that implies this is the norm for them. (bran i, agot)

not just summer, but shaggy and grey wind also howl in mourning when bran's in his coma. robb opens the window in bran's room so bran can "hear them sing." (catelyn iii, agot)

when bran hears the wolves howling again he worries it means somethings happened to one of his siblings. (bran i, acok)

jon and arya are so in tune they'd regularly speak in unison. (jon ii, agot; arya i, asos; arya i, acok; jon iii, agot)

jon and robb building a "great mountain" of snow to dump on whoever walks under the gate, even getting mance fucking rayder to be their accomplice, and then getting chased around the yard by their poor victim fat tom until their faces are "red as autumn apples." (jon i, asos)

rickon immediately asking if robb's coming home upon seeing a letter from him and upon being told no tells maester luwin to write robb back and tell him to come home and bring grey wolf and their parents back too. (bran v, acok)

the fact rickon specifically mentions he should bring grey wind back too, because we saw him playing with grey wind, summer, and shaggydog when his siblings were all gone or busy. they were basically his only friends for a time. (bran iv, agot)

when tyrion leaves to head back to winterfell, jon tells him that rickon will ask when he's coming back and to try explain it to him, and also adds to tell him he can have all his stuff while he's gone, which is just such cute little sibling thing, but also shows how even then jon thinks of the night's watch as being away; winterfell is still his home that he'll come back to one day.

he also tells tyrion to tell robb that he can melt down his sword and take up needlework because jon's going to command the night's watch and keep him safe. and of course, his pleas for tyrion to find a way to help bran are what lead tyrion to give bran his new saddle. (jon iii, agot)

despite his mistrust of tyrion and the lannisters, robb offers to let tyrion stay at winterfell after he sees how much his gift means to bran. (bran iv, agot)

robb no longer believing the direwolves were sent by the old gods after bran and rickon were believed dead, because what was the point of a gift from the gods if it didn't keep his brothers safe? (catelyn ii, asos)

bran going to the godswood to pray that robb doesn't have to leave and then adding if he does to have to leave to make it so he comes home with their sisters and parents and that rickon will understand what's happening. (bran vi, agot)

when jon and sansa remember robb after his death they both picture him with snowflakes melting in his hair, the way he was when they left winterfell. (jon xiii, adwd; sansa viii, asos)

when seeing sam off, the last thing jon says is for sam to put his hood up because the snow's melting in his hair, and sam notes the strange smile on his face when he says it. (samwell i, affc)

bran arguing lord hornwood's son out of wedlock should be named his heir, thinking of jon. (bran ii, acok)

robb being so upset when catelyn compares jon to theon that grey wind hops onto the crypt and bares his teeth at her. (catelyn v, asos)

jon wondering if ever really had any right to call arya his sister, saying he was as out of place as theon at winterfell. (jon iii, asos)

just... the contrast of jon thinking about sansa, and how since she became old enough to understand what a bastard is she's only ever referred to him as her "half-brother", but he misses her anyways... and sansa missing jon while living as alayne, calling him the only brother that remains to her and thinking "i'm a bastard too now, just like him." (jon iii, agot; alayne ii, affc)

robb also calling jon the only brother who remains to him. arya calling jon the only brother she has left. (catelyn v, asos; arya xii, asos)

rickon crying and refusing to leave bran until he's physically forced off. (bran vii, acok)

every word of this sentence shatters me: "every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk; snow and stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see." (jon xii, asos)

ok now the angsty part

like! jon is having this flashback because he feels guilty and conflicted over stannis's offer to legitimize him and name him heir to winterfell, never knowing that's exactly what robb wanted.

(jon xii, asos)

(catelyn v, asos)

he keeps remembering robb calling him a bastard as a mental chastisement for daring to put himself on their level, but one of robb's very last acts on earth was to name him jon stark!! bran wanted lord hornwood's illegitimate son to be allowed to succeed him because of jon!! jon doesn't think he counts as arya's brother. but he's the one she misses the most, the only one whose unconditional love she never doubts!! jon!!!

(jon xi, asos)

and yet! despite all the shame and guilt, the thing that ultimately stops him from accepting stannis's offer is his belief that the old gods sent the stark siblings their direwolves, and he can't betray his family's gods! that's what makes his decision, above all else!

(jon xii, asos)

#apologies to ned cat and benjen etc. but if i included parents and uncles this would have gotten absurdly long #anyways! the stark siblings are very dear to me and i love them so #🩶🤍🩶🤍#kaitlin.txt #asoiaf #starklings

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antimony-medusa · 3 months ago

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gosh i am so so sorry to come into your askbox with this but you seem a knower of things and as an extreme latecomer to this fandom, i have been. a little bit genuinely mystified by the ""dadza"" phenomenon in general? like i've seen figures or characters Assigned Dad At Fanbase before but it's usually because of like. dad hobbies or jokes or fashion sense or an actual child they talk about often or a tendency to actually make "ah yes, i'm your dad" comments/jokes, none of which the real streamer seems to have or do, or a some manner of "gruff character is soft and caring under the surface and looks out for children" archetype, which his RP character doesn't seem to be (outside of MAYBE qsmp, the story that literally became about parenting through peril, but i know this goes back further than that). Is it just because he's older by internet standards and people can't imagine people with more than a 3-year age difference interacting in a way that isn't """parental""? was it a one-off joke that got taken too far? is this all a symptom from the dsmp plot point that snowballed to the extreme? i need to ask because it is just SO far-reaching and i see no clear origin and as you can imagine that is confusing.

Okay so. This is a fascinating question because as I throw my mind back I am a little fuzzy on the actual order of events. I think it was a bunch of things happening that kind of compounded, but to the best of my knowledge what happened was:

Through SMPEarth and MCC, the original sleepy bois becomes popular. Technoblade, Philza, and Wilbur Soot. Shipping is frowned on, so people start getting invested in a family dynamic (often with all three of them as siblings). Through a MCC win, Tommyinnit (also exploding in popularity) gets added to the "official sleepy boys" dynamic, and now we have 4/4— still often interpreted as siblings, if you ever read Snapshots in Lavender, which is drawing from this time period.

Wilbur particularly is huge into the family dynamic, often talking about being twins with techno, brothers with tommy, and referring to Phil as dad and Dadza (cause he was ten years older and that means of course he's OLD and DAD, and Wilbur had a daddy kink). When SBI joins DSMP, wilbur takes the opportunity to canonize Phil as his dad in lore at the same time as he makes Phil kill his character, and tries repeatedly to make Techno his twin, and refers to tommy and him as "like brothers" a lot. Tommy plays into the dadza stuff (he is like a decade and a half younger than Phil so at least it makes more sense) and also is clearly relying on Phil for things like tech support and moral support as the fandom is exploding. Phil is dependable and safe, therefore dad. Fandom takes this and RUNS with it. Passerine happens, and Phil gets written as the dad of wilbur and tommy, Techno as an ambiguously sworn brother to phil, and brother/father/mentor to wilbur and tommy.

Pandemic is happening. 30k people are showing up to Phil streams. TTS off kids basically in distress are latching onto Phil as a supportive and dependable figure who they are seeing as dad in fanfic and on Wilbur streams as Wilbur is playing up the dad thing whenever he interacts with Phil. Phil is like (to the fandom) sure if you haven't got a dad or a good dad you can call me dad I guess and just sort of laughs at his friends calling him dad.

Techno puts his foot down in canon that Wilbur is not his twin, though that doesn't stop either Wilbur or the fandom, and Phil clarifies that Tommy isn't his kid, and Techno isn't his kid, just Wilbur, and this does not stop fandom at all. Tommyinnit's Unbeatable Method and Clinic for Supervillains are written in this period, and Phil dad and techno+wilbur+tommy trio of kids are locked in. Other huge fanfics use this lens— importance of being kind, ars poetica, his curse of binding— a few people such as silverwing are doing techno and phil platonic marriage with wilbur and tommy adopted kids, but the phil=dad lens is inescapable. Even bones in the ocean, which I think might be the biggest phil-centric fic, has a subplot about him being wilbur's dad and how that went.

We start getting into fandom schisms about if Phil is a good dad or a bad dad in canon, with his treatment of Wilbur/Ghostbur/Tommy being variously argued. A common refrain is that cc phil is a great dad, c phil is a terrible dad, so this fic is writing phil as a good dad cause that's what's real. Phil in real life continues to have no actual children, but the fandom refers to Phil as techno+tommy+wilbur's dad so often that he puts "father of three" as his end screen. [EDIT: i have been informed that Tommy made that and send it to Phil and told him to put it as his end screen, so that was still Phil just playing along.] It becomes a common interpretation that okay in LORE phil is only wilbur's dad, but in like pure SBI phil is everybody's dad, and people are writing just the pure character dynamic, not LORE. This is still tagged as not RPF. Dark SBI starts to happen.

The DSMP kind of stutters to a halt, with various endings good bad or contentious. Technoblade passes. The fandom declines, but the fan fiction is kind of self sustaining at this point and has firmly established character interpretations. People are regularly showing up to Phil streams to call him dad. He keeps saying that he's just a guy playing block game, but it's fine if people call him dad if that helps them.

QSMP happens. Wilbur immediately assigns Phil as his dad again, though Phil manages to wiggle out of it enough to say that it's not a bio relationship, they just met on the train. Phil becomes a father of an egg child, and the Phil good/bad dad wars start up again. People start interpreting DSMP canon through the lens of Phil's QSMP actions and explaining how that makes him a good or bad dad. However, shipping is kinda legalized due to Phil having a (platonic) husband, so the lens of viewing Phil as a character in a relationship starts up, but the phil-dad people also continue, notably interpreting team bolas as a family with phil as the dad, and starting wars on the wiki about who gets listed as Phil's family and how/why.

Wilbur is revealed as a domestic abuser, the QSMP ends, and both arms of the fandom decline again. Phil's stream numbers are declining to a more manageable level where he can actually read chat and respond to donos, and he starts responding more firmly to people saying that they love him, dadza, saying that that's parasocial and they don't know him. He is notably no longer laughing at it, and he re-emphasizes that he's just a guy playing block game on the internet. We still get like one dono a stream fully latched onto him as their dad.

A year later, Phil blocks dadza in his chat.

Which is to say to my knowledge it mostly came from fanfiction/other people, and Phil went along with it, and now he is no longer going along with it. He has never seemed particularly dad-y to me, but people viewing him through a wilbur-centric or tommy-centric lens had that wiring laid down for them, and then the fandom fucking Took Off With It with how popular those characters/character focuses were. That's my understanding of what happened, if anyone else wants to chime in go for it.

#philza #anon #ask

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 17 days ago

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❝PARK SEONGHWA❞

➾In Which: All of my hard thoughts about Seonghwa.

❥Park Seonghwa x fem reader

➯a/n: written as fem reader but applies to gn as well ! didn't put the taglist cause i don't want to spam people (one post for each member coming, as many as i can do tonight and the rest tmmr) ➯see other members versions here <3

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, headcanon / rant style

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not grammatically correct i'm just yappin, piss kink (in the form of reader peeing herself), rough sex and soft sex, hwa's tongue has a place in my brain and will not leave: cunnilingus + filthy french kissing, fingering, overstimulation to the point of dumbification, oppa kink, snowballing / cum eating, ear biting + tongue in ear (ssiiiigh shuddup), praise so hard, fluids including: crying, spit, lube, pee, creampie, bukkake — it's gawd dayum messy okay ?

♡masterlist + navigation !♡

18+.MINOR FREE BLOG.

❝PARK SEONGHWA❞ is a nasty soft dom. kind of a pleasure dom, gets off on making you get off — but also on making a wreck of you. so sadist pleasure dom ?

➾he calls his s/o lots of sweet pet names but his favorites include: baby (are we shocked ?), angel, starlight. throws in a lot of 'little, sweet, pretty, my'. he likes to be called oppa and this one has proof so likeee- and i can also see him liking being called mars and love(r)

➾seonghwa likes things messy — hear me out ! i know it sounds ass-backwards, but he loves to make a mess of you because he's the only one who can. he wants to do all kinds of nasty things to you because he can. nasty. filthy. sloppy, even ! he likes it when cum, lube, and spit is everywhere and making all kinds of lewd noises. he likes to ruin you, but he's so sugary while he does it

➾calls you pretty when you start trying to hide your teary face, whispers how good you're doing as you drool and cry from overstimulation, tells you how nice it feels it feels while you tremble around his cock- speaking of his cock ! !

➾long and pretty. argue with the wall because i knoooow. it's not intimidating (cough cough yunho-), just long enough to reach a tiiiny bit too far inside of you and make you squeal for him to be gentle. he won't be :( he likes rough sex — not necessarily fast — but hard. thrusts that rattle your tingly brain because he puts all of his weight into them; making his cock heavy (heavierrr) inside of you

➾let's talk about seonghwa's piss kink kkkk it's not that fact that it's pee that he likes about it, to be clear ! it fills him with a sense of pride or maybe it's an ego boost knowing he's fucking you so hard and making you so dumb that you pee all over the both of you. like i said — he likes messy sex because it itches a part of his brain that's like 'holy shit, i'm the only one who gets to do this to her'

➾if he's not cumming inside of you, it's on your face. rutting his messy tip on your heated cheek while he coos about how well you've done for him. then he, being the freak he is, will lick it up and kiss it into your mouth — i'm sorry, did i say kiss ?

➾i meant he tongue-fucks your throat while feeding his cum down it and caressing your sides like he hadn't made a literal mess of you. obviously his tongue doesn't literalyyy go down your throat, but good damn if he doesn't try to get as deep as is humanly possible. licking the very back of your tongue and tracing the top of your mouth like he's eating you out instead of kissing you

➾speaking of eating you out — seonghwa isn't aaaas much of a munch as mingi (certified oral fixation btw but this isn't the post for that-) but he eats you out like his life depends on it. most times: saliva is literally pooling underneath you from his sloppy make-out with your cunt but he doesn't stop until he's sucked and scooped out at least two orgasms from you and your thighs are crushing his head as you try to deal with the intensity of his tongue

➾he likes to sit behind you and force you to keep your legs spread with his over them while he fingers you until you're essentially brain dead. jaw dropped with wheezing whines as you writhe in his grasp, only then he's satisfied and ready to fuck you

➾but if you're having soft sex, he's kissing your cunt like he worships it (cause he does). gentle, more meaningful movements. massaging your pussy lips with his mouth, laving his tongue over your clit or twirling it inside of you slowly, curling his fingers unhurriedly, stretching you out nice and softly before he climbs over you — gentle sex with seonghwa will always be missionary so he can look deep into your eyes while he tells you how much he loves you, his pretty little messy baby

➾a lot of the time, but especially during softer sex, he covers your face in kisses. tender smooches on every inch of skin he can reach while keeping his drool-worthy angle as he rolls his hips into you. kisses up every tear and moans with the salty taste on his tongue. he also likes to bite your ear lobe in this position, tugging it lightly and flicking his tongue over it soothingly when you whine and clench around him. starts making out with your ear as you pout about wanting a kiss — just to tease you a little bit before he gives in (which he always will, he can't deny you)

➾after care out of this damn world !! even more praise, even more kisses, rubbing every inch of your trembling body until you settle enough to tell him what you need from him. whatever it is, he'll give it to you all while telling you how much you deserve the soft treatment for being so perfect for him <3

#ateez #ateez smut #park seonghwa #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa hard thoughts #seonghwa hard hours #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #smut fic #ateez x reader

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mixingandmelting · 6 months ago

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Hello! I was wondering if you'd quite something based on the bat boys (or just Jason) reaction to realizing they liked having a normal life?

Like they go to visit the readers' family for Xmas, but their family left without letting them know, so they had the whole house to themselves, so they got to play house. It was in a whole other state, so no needing to be vigilantes. Just them with their s/o getting ready for Christmas, being shown around and just living a normal life for a few weeks.

A/N: Hope you don't mind me not writing about Duke and Damian since they're both minors so legally speaking they can't really travel out-of-state alone. Plus to be real, I highly doubt Batman would want to leave Damian unsupervised considering what happens when he's alone 😔

Dick:

His whole life he was anything but normal, being raised in a circus and now, fighting crimes 24/7. Excitement, action, danger, and adventures are what defines him and how he had always dreamt of how his life would go on. But here he is, tasting “normal” for the first time in his life by spending the holiday with you in the house you were raised in. Snowball fights and building snowmen delays the process of clearing the snow. Not to forget the snow angels that are made once he playfully tackles you down into the snow after you manage to get more on him than yourself. Putting up the lights and decoration both inside and outside of the house was more fun than the times he helped out at the Wayne manor, while finding out shopping for anything during the holiday season is a battle of its own. Adding that to the daily routine that’s usually gone through on his days off every day, it’s… quiet and peaceful. He doesn’t wake up to sirens or violence. He’s not worried about another mission, instead figuring out how he’ll get your present under the tree without getting caught. You greeting him at the door, placing a kiss on his cheeks that are slightly bitten from frost when it’s decided he’s moving the snow on his own makes him so fuzzy, he starts calling you honey over babe. The most mind boggling about this? He doesn't mind it. It’s hard to accept that he actually likes “normal”. He’s confused over liking a concept that’s completely foreign to him and with his personality, he won’t last long with living with “normal” forever. The happy couple/marriage vibe though? He’s on board and digs it, one-hundred percent. Especially in a house filled with childhood memories, it’s giving him ideas and changing what he perhaps would want in the future in ways he wouldn’t think of back then.

Jason:

Considering his childhood and how he went through the whole reincarnation cycle of dying and then reviving, it’s a desire he had as a kid but gave up right away. He didn’t even fathom that a day would come where he would experience what it would be like to be normal. Walking around and staying in the typical home most average people live in made him tense the first three days, even more so knowing this was where you lived since a child. Moving snow with you becomes his favorite pastime, where you’d distract from getting the job done and have him chase after you from the snowball that hits his back. Or bringing out steaming hot chocolate so his nose and hands would stop feeling as if they’re ready to fall off from the cold after cleaning up and helping you build a snow fort of all things. His hands are frequently on your waist from holding you up to string the lights and hang the decorations after you frown from his “aesthetic” way of placing them, pushing him to move aside so you could show how a real pro does it. It’s also his first time struggling to find time to get a present behind your back from being with you all the time. Eating meals together, taking walks together around the neighborhood and city, acting as bodyguard during grocery and Christmas shopping, spending time together as a couple in general in a house that’s warm, cozy, and peaceful as Jason Todd is a first. Not as Robin once dead and revived or Red Hood, the violent outlaw. It’s a wish once buried in his heart on top of another where he’s spending time with you that comes true before the holiday. He’s emotional from being so happy, he doesn’t think of anything else other than wanting to live like this for the rest of his life.

Tim:

Contrary to the stereotypes depicted by the media, rich kids don’t spend time with their family; it's usually spent with their nanny as their parents leave them for long periods of time in a house too large for two people. Sure over the years he has healed with his friends and a new family. But it feels like a dream come true with you. He’s laughing and enjoying the soft fluffiness of white that gets all over him, freezing his nose and hands when he tries to clear the snow. He gets into it with you over how the lights and decorations should be placed inside and outside the house when you mentioned you want to outdo your neighbors, a set of blueprints and sketches drawn while debating that rainbow lights were better than the flickering, white ones. To much of his chagrin, he’s fumbling with all the things you toss at him when he helps you shop, him being in charge of the shopping cart as he stays in-line as you grab and bring back what’s needed in the store. Not that he’s complaining, his face suddenly tinted in red when you come back and slip your hand between his hand and the handle during the wait for the next opened cashier. Surprisingly enough, he doesn’t struggle with getting you a Christmas present and placing it under the tree. He had been keeping tabs since the day after Valentine’s Day on the things you’ve been looking at while relying on your habits he memorized to time things perfectly. Similar to Jason, he, too, wanted to live normally like any other person. Him getting to do that by prepping for the holiday with you heals the child in him, making him content and wishing the time the two of you currently have lasts forever.

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #nightwing #nightwing x reader #jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x reader #tim drake x reader #tim drake #red robin dc #red robin x reader

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pinkaditty · 11 days ago

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Jabberwock Hybrid Series: Jabberwock Hybrids x Reader; Tokyo Debunker

well. its finally done.

a/n: OKAY so if u have been keeping up with aya at all u would know that ive been periodically sending her nsfw blurbs regarding "Episode 12: The Cry of a Cat" and the Jabberwock ghouls as hybrids rather than just. dressed up yk? it started from this post and snowballed in2 me submitting asks detailing how each of the Jabberwock boys would respond 2 being in a "rut" (i use that term loosely) with a viable mate (you, the reader!) around. anyways. enjoy ur feverish, horny, desperate hybrid ghouls all in one post!

summary: haru is a bunny hybrid. towa is a deer hybrid. ren is a dog hybrid. how do these three act when they enter a "rut" with mc around?

cw: mc is a catgirl ik she's canonically a hamster but catgirl just fits the narrative please. anyways. humping, licking, marking, generally animalistic behavior reflected in humans (?), some stalking for towa, intense yearning in all three, and piv penetration in all three. never proofread, as usual. enjoy!

Part One: Haru Sagara

rabbit mating context note: okok now! admittedly, i use ruts pretty loosely. rabbits don't really have ruts, they're constantly ready to go. however, rabbits do most often mate during the warmer months, including spring and summer. peak breeding usually happens in april or may. whether or not rabbits breed is entirely dependent on the female. if she decides no, then it’s no! the male just has to try his luck elsewhere. males tend to bite the necks of females when mating, too. why do they do this? no idea. it’s so funny.

now, as far as behavior goes, male rabbits typically tend to sniff, lick, nuzzle, and circle their partner of interest. how, pray tell, would this reflect on haru?

well, let's start off by saying he knows it's weird. he knows it's strange. he can't really help it. he just gets... urges. first, it starts with him almost "patrolling" you. he'll find you playing with peekaboo or helping to feed the animals while ren's slacking off. it'll start subtle. he comes up close to you and starts a conversation, playing off his movements as him being more hyper than usual. which, technically isn't wrong. but eventually, you notice a pattern. he's walking around you in circles. not totally unusual, but still odd. when you bring it up to him, he sort of startles, not even realizing he'd been doing that. he shakes his head and apologizes, but still ends up doing it if he finds you again. he doesn't realize that he's succumbing to the urges just yet.

other times, the second he sees you, and catches a whiff of your pheromones even from afar, he finds himself following your scent straight to you. it's like a switch goes off, and the timer starts. he falls into a trance, his eyes glazing over simply from how sweet you smell. something about it just makes him salivate. you can tell he's not really himself when he approaches, blinded by something as he immediately leans into you, inhaling deeply and burying his nose into the crook of your neck. his nose twitches and he groans, pleased at the full force of such sweet hormones. his nose twitches like a rabbit's does, and he moves up your neck, his lips and nose occasionally touching your neck. you don't stop him, if anything finding this quite amusing. he also unintentionally circles you while he does this, too, shifting from one side of your neck to the other, from your backside to your front, just sniffing at your neck. to snap him out of it, you gently remind him that you have chores to do. it's only when you say his name that he snaps back to reality, the timer comes to a screeching halt, and he realizes what he's doing. he apologizes profusely, thoroughly mortified at his own behavior, but even as he's walking away, he can't shake the lingering arousal and heat creeping up his spine and pooling in his lower abdomen.

then the dreams start. they're sex dreams, to which he is no stranger, but the odd ones about these were that they were about you. his cock presses eagerly against his boxers as he recalls the dream: simply breeding you until neither of you could stand any longer. his bunny ears twitch, and he can hear you sleeping some distance away, after you'd decided to stay and help with the mission. the quiet sounds of your breathing have the opposite effect of calming him down. he begins to wonder what position you're sleeping in, if you're curled up in a ball or loafed like a cat, your hips raised in the air like they were in his dream. for the rest of his nights, all he can think about - after he inevitably wakes up from yet another sex dream, of course - is how pretty your moans must be compared to the soft sounds of your breathing, how cute you would be if you mated with him like in his dream, how pretty your pussy would be, fluttering around his cock and leaking out his cum. he's unable to get much sleep, becoming restless.

after the simple sniffing, haru finds himself getting bolder without realizing it. the sweet scent of your pheromones catch him once again, and he makes a hasty beeline for you. now, he even goes as far as to nuzzle you, rubbing his cheek against yours in a show of affection. you don't think much of it, but you don't realize he's quite out of it when he does that, dizzy from the scent of your pheromones and his timer slowly ticking down, down, down. at least,you don't realize it until he starts licking you. they're small, almost kitten-like licks. using just the tip of his tongue, he'll give you short licks on the back of your neck, behind your ears, on your chin, just above your collarbone, and on the back of your hand if he can't get close enough. when he first does it, you jump, not expecting to feel something warm and wet on the back of your neck. you can immediately tell it's haru from the cute sounds of his sniffing and twitching bunny ears flopping over your shoulder. you jumping in surprise isn't enough to stop him. he continues licking you and sniffing at your neck. his eyes appear glazed over once again, and despite his sniffing, you hear him breathing heavily. his hands start to twitch, wanting to hold you, and his body shivers, resisting the urge to thrust his hips forward and grind against you. once again, all it takes to get him to snap back to reality is calling his name. granted, it takes a few tries this time. he's almost too far gone, drowning in lust and the delicious, sweet smell of your pheromones. when he does snap out of it, he's mortified, unable to believe he let himself go this far. once again, the timer comes to a halt and his eyes regain their sharpness. he’s getting closer and closer to his timed explosion.

despite himself, these things keep happening. he keeps following your scent, keeps burying his nose in your neck, keeps licking behind your ear, keeps dreaming of thrusting, and thrusting, and thrusting… he feels warm all the time now, a seemingly permanent blush on his face and neck. he can hardly eat, sleep, or work, too focused on the prospect of an eligible mate and his urgent need to breed. he wonders how animals manage to function like this - walking around with such intense desires coursing through them all the time. he’s never felt such intense desire, never smelled such sweet smells, sever felt like it was only a matter of time before he snapped. it all comes to a head one day when he finds you again, alone, after putting Peekaboo down for his afternoon nap. his ears perk up at the sight of you and his tail twitches upwards, a sign of the immediate arousal he feels in your presence. he bounds over to you to greet you, immediately becoming intoxicated on your potent pheromones yet again. the switch flips and the timer continues. he nuzzles into your neck again, rubbing his cheek along your skin and inhaling your scent. he listens to you as you ramble about putting the animals to bed, only partially listening as his hands slide to your waist, his fingers twitching defiantly as he resists the urge to grab your ass. it is when you refer to yourself as “mama” in reference to Peekaboo that something clicks. (shamelessly using this idea from ghost anon, 100% haru’s trigger word is “mama”) his mouth goes dry. he blinks a few times, the lustful haze growing stronger. your scent so close to his nose not helping him at all. the timer goes off. he explodes.

he wrestles you down into the grass, pressing himself against your backside. he shifts so he’s kneeling over you, his arms wrapped around your midsection, his hips pressed flush against yours. he’s so far gone that he starts humping you immediately, not even bothering to maneuver his clothes out of the way before seeking friction. his lips press into the back of your neck, little whimpers and whines spilling from him. of course, you don’t reject him, and it takes a bit of maneuvering because haru simply refuses to stop humping you, but eventually, he’s sinking his cock into your warm depths, and sinking his teeth into the back of your neck. he doesn’t bother going slow, quickly pumping his cock in and out of your hole, moaning through his teeth. he can’t even think straight, all of his focus on keeping up his fast pace, lost in the feeling of your walls sliding against his hard cock. when he gets close, he pushes your knees apart with his own, pressing himself against you even deeper. his moans sound desperate and whiny, and you can feel him shivering as he nears his climax. he releases your neck and moves his lips to your ears, quietly begging you to please let him cum inside, please let him breed you, please let him make you a mama…

and this is only the first of many, many times that he will breed you for the remainder of that mission.

Part Two: Towa Otonashi

now DEER have ruts. real, genuine ruts. there are stages to a deer rut: pre-rut, seek, chase, tend/lockdown, and post-rut, which can occasionally lead into a second pre-rut, beginning the process again. towa is also aware his urges are strange, but he's far less inclined to stop himself. he knows he likes you anyway, so why hold back?

during pre-rut, deer are mostly marking territory, fighting, and exercising. we can assume towa is probably doing much the same; scraping his antlers against trees, expressing hostility towards any kind of trespassers on any place he's marked, and doing lots of running. he's not quite so needy for you now, but he will be eventually. if anything, you're just thankful you can have a slightly normal conversation with him.

in the seek stage, bucks “seek" does. this means they leave their territory and go out and about, looking for potential mates and marking where they are. towa, of course, follows his instincts. he wanders until he finds you, crouching in the grass and staring at a particularly pretty flower. you were always easy to find. at this stage, towa sort of stalks you. he takes note of the places you frequent and marks them accordingly, probably by rubbing his antlers on a nearby tree or wall. for a long while, you will constantly feel a pair of eyes on you, but it’ll be hard to pinpoint where the feeling is coming from. he never watches you from close distances where he could be spotted, as that would ruin his plans…! but, at all times, he's never too far away… he doesn't mind if he's caught by the other guys, he just doesn't want to scare you off.

finally, the “chase" stage is when things get really interesting. this is typically the stage where a sort of “cat and mouse” game begins, and towa is certainly pulling the strings and controlling the chase. like i said in the other ask, he’ll run at you and pounce, but let you go as he so pleases. towa is far less cautious now, and will openly chase you. quite literally, he will chase you. he evolves from simply watching to the shadows to tracking you down, following your scent, and chasing you when he finds you. he is much faster than you, so you have very little hopes of getting away. once he catches you, he’s not letting you get away until he’s satisfied. and, since he’s stronger than you, you’ll have a hard time wriggling free of his grasp. his arms are wrapped tight around your midsection, hugging you close to him. struggle too much and he’ll pull you down into the grass with him, tangling his legs with yours to keep you still. for however long he wants you, you’re trapped. during this time, he’ll perform various acts of courting or intimacy. he’ll nuzzle his face into your neck or against yours a lot, he’ll tap your noses together, he’ll let his hands roam across your body and slip under your shirt if he’s daring enough, and if he’s horny enough, he’ll hump you. and if he humps you, you can expect to hear breathy moans in you ear, him calling you his dandelion, telling you how he’s eagerly awaiting the chance to breed you. and if you ask why doesn’t he do it now, he’ll bat his eyelashes at you and playfully plead with you to let him do it, thrusting his hips into you harder than before. once he’s done humping you, of course, he lets you go, and watches you scurry away, smirking, his dick straining against his pants already at the thought of catching you in his arms yet again.

finally, you’ve reached the tend/lockdown stage. this stage is where the breeding actually happens. and, it’s called lockdown for a reason. for about a week, you cannot escape towa. what he’ll do is he’ll lure you to where he is somehow, draw you out of your typical favored places and lead you somewhere shielded from sunlight and prying eyes. of course, you know what you’re getting into. and towa knows you know, which is why he’s shameless about luring you. he won’t have any real excuse, he’ll just want you to follow him. he won’t communicate via words, just humming and exclamations for now. it’s when he finally has you deep in the trees that he pounces for the final time, rolling with you on the forest floor, trapping you underneath him. he’ll coo at you, still shameless, saying “Oh, don’t look so surprised, dandelion! You knew this would happen eventually.” in a way, it’s what you get for taunting him and playing along. surprisingly, he takes his time with the actual breeding. first, he just wants to enjoy that he finally has you in his grasp and doesn’t have to let you go this time. his fingers gently grab and trace your body, trying to commit every curve and angle to memory. shortly after follow his lips, tracing all your bare skin before marking you anywhere he can with his teeth, ensuring it’s well known that you’ve already been claimed. when he’s finally done inhaling your scent and tracing your body, he starts teasing you through your clothes. his fingers gently brush over the swell of your breast, playfully circling your nipple before squeezing it once. he’ll let his fingers travel lower, too; softly trailing over your inner thigh, the tips of his fingers just barely brushing against your pussy through your pants. if you try and touch him in return, he’ll be receptive to it, but be warned: you’re speeding up the process. feeling your hand move along his straining cock will remind him of how it’s practically begging to be buried inside your depths. and, a few moments of impatient maneuvering later, he will be, buried to the hilt, inside your depths. it’s all he’s every imagined and more, the delicious feeling of your walls squeezing around him, the warmth, the slick witness; and he decides it's the perfect place to bury his seed. technically there’s no point in trapping you now, as you’re willingly taking his cock to the brim, but that doesn’t stop him from clinging to you anyway. towa’s pace varies, but for this first time breeding you, he’s going fast, grinning widely as he moans into your ear, reminding you of how long he’d waited, telling you about how much he’d craved you, and warning you of the breeding you’ll have to endure in the coming days. his thrusts progressively get more erratic and his eyes start to lose focus. before he knows it, he’s mumbling in your ear about how excited he is to breed you, at last. to spill his seed inside you and claim you. his moans begin to devolve into whines and whimpers, and he clings to you tighter and tighter, feeling his orgasm rapidly approach, until finally, his erratic movements become hard, deep thrusts. you feel his tip twitching and prodding at the deepest parts of you, as though gently convincing your body to accept his load. you feel his cum coating your insides, his hips pressing hard against yours before retracting and thrusting forward again, pushing his cum deeper into you. he moans with relief, finally having bred you.

of course, this is doomed to continue for the rest of the tend/lockdown phase. towa doesn’t let you leave his side, if he even lets you leave the area where he bred you at all. and he breeds you repeatedly; that first day was just the first of one whole week of breeding. sometimes he goes at a slower pace, sometimes its hurried and rushed, sometimes its even casual, but he keeps doing it. he makes sure you’re thoroughly bred, at least until his rut is over.

when post-rut rolls around, towa finally wakes up from his feverish breeding stupor. he finally lets you leave the area where he bred you and generally returns to his usual habits. he apologizes to you for treating you so rough with a smile on his face, and in the same breath mentions how he can’t wait to do it again.

Part Three: Ren Shiranami

as i said i used the term “ruts” loosely so. unfortunately for all of us. dogs do not have ruts. rather its the female dogs who have heat cycles and dictate when breeding happens. therefore no rut for ren. he gets to suffer and be horny all year.

now. finally. dogboy ren. when male dogs are seeking out potential mates, their behavior includes increased aggression, whining, difficulty sleeping, lack of appetite, pacing, mounting, and clinginess. these behaviors are typically activated by another dog going in2 heat, but 4 the sake of ease, we’re just going 2 act like he’s just horny bc of mc lol

knowing ren, he probably wouldn’t even notice he’s gotten more aggressive or whiny because he’s. generally just like that. he’d find things to whine about and make it everybody’s problem. he’d become more aggressive and would probably have trouble tending to the animals or doing his chores when every little thing pisses him off. and he can’t explain why but for whatever reason being around you just gets him agitated. he feels the weird urge to follow you around, but once he so much as takes a step in your direction, common sense kicks in and he recoils, adding distance between the two of you. he probably doesn’t pay it much mind and just. considers it bothersome. he moves on quickly. the pressure starts, but its slight. he won’t feel it yet.

then he starts losing sleep and his appetite. this is when he begins to notice. when his usual salty snacks just aren’t doing the trick anymore and he doesn’t feel like filling himself up on gamer fuel and microwaveable ramen, it becomes a problem. he has half a mind to force the snacks down so he can at least have a full stomach, but he just can’t. he’s not hungry. he’s hungry. and suddenly he’s laying awake at night, frustrated, bags under his eyes, wondering why the hell he can’t just fall asleep already? it’s crazy considering how tired he is anyway! why can’t he just fall asleep? he tosses, he turns, he practically fights with his sheets until his exhaustion takes him on its own. not that he’s pleased, because when he wakes up, it hardly feels like he’s slept at all. it feels like an odd weight is on his shoulders.

at the same time, he’s noticing he’s significantly more drawn to you than he ever was before. ren has seen many a catgirl. they’re all over the promo material for his favorite mobile games and among his favorite tropes in less-than-appropriate media. at first, he thought it was sort of cute at best, but what kind of loser would perv on his own senpai? not him. and he’s totally NOT perving on his senpai by continuously glancing in her direction and walking past her more often to catch a whiff of her pheromones and humping his pillow while thinking about her at night. all of that has got to be normal and explainable, somehow. what’s worse is that his body now actively reacts to you when you’re around. the second you come into view or he smells that familiar sweet scent, his tail starts wagging. its annoying. it only worsens his agitation. and despite all of that, if you leave his general vicinity, he still wants to follow you around. what’s wrong with him?

the pressure only seems to grow as he realizes his behavior is getting weirder and he’s progressively becoming more focused on you. he’s still not eating right. he can hardly get a good night’s rest. he’s still snappy and aggressive and whining about any sort of chore. what’s worse is now he’s pacing if he finds himself standing still for too long, and mounting random inanimate objects like his bed, his chair, his pillows, and his bag the second you cross his mind. when you’re not around, he gets antsy and restless, pacing in circles so much he’s run the grass near the duck pen into more of a dirt pile than anything. this being said, you probably shouldn’t go near him to calm him down… he might just end up trying to mount you! he won’t even realize he’s doing it, but in seconds he’s behind you and pushing his nose into your neck and grabbing your shoulders to keep you still, his rapidly hardening length inching closer to your backside… until he suddenly snaps out of it, jumping twelve feet in the air with horror at his own actions, stammering out some sort of blame or excuse and stalking away. his tail is wagging as he does.

he’s so hungry. but he’s not going to admit what for. the salty snacks will have to do, the fleshlight he snuck out with him on this mission will have to do, the bare minimum rest and bags under his eyes will have to do, his brief respite in the sweet allure of your pheromones will have to do! it will all have to do! he refuses to let these urges get the best of him. he’s better than that. he’s not perverted. he’s not deranged. he can keep a clear, cool head while dealing with whatever this was. but he’s still really hungry. and he can’t believe he’s losing sleep over his senpai as a catgirl. maybe he really was just a lost cause. he might just go pop!

you don’t even realize what you do to him, just by being there, releasing sweet smelling pheromones all over the place. have you no shame??? couldn’t you let him rest??? you were like a vice on his heart and mind, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing… applying pressure, pressure, and more pressure. he wonders why he’s the one who has to suffer and deal with this. why couldn’t it be you wrecked with lust over him, huh? he would love to just suck it up an act like he doesn’t care, but that’s hardly possible. and it’s your fault.

it comes to a head when he feels like he’s gonna blow soon with all this stress. he hasn’t been eating right, sleeping right, or acting right either. he’s still humping his pillows every night and still pacing the length of the duck pen and still getting irritated over every last thing. so when you go “nyan!” at him, he thinks he’s hallucinating.

of course, you claim to be impersonating his favorite character from that game he likes. apparently you recently came to the epiphany that, with cat ears, you kinda resembled her. ren can’t be bothered to listen too closely or think straight. his dick’s already straining against his pants and his jaw is hanging slack. without thinking about it, he demands asks you to do it again. and once you do it again, he finally feels himself blow.

he’s panting like a dog, feeling his body grow warm. his hybrid brain clouded with lust interprets this as an invitation, and no matter how hard he tries to fight against it for the sake of his own decorum, he’s too hungry to care, too sleep deprived to care, and too agitated to care. he’s on you in moments, his tail wagging as he tumbles into the grass with you. it takes some maneuvering, but eventually, he’s got you on all fours under him, and he’s rubbing his crotch all over your hips and panting in your ear. it takes him a while to notice, but eventually he figures out that you’re laughing at him. your suppressed giggles didn’t hide the shaking of your body, and your eyes lit up with mirth only gave you away. he can’t help but scoff. yea, laugh it up - he’ll make sure those giggles turn into groans!

and you do groan, some, but not nearly as much as him. he groans just from pawing at your breasts, reaching around you to grab a handful and letting that be the most effort he does with his hands until he has to maneuver actual penetration. for now, he’s happy nuzzling your neck, licking and biting and sucking and groaning at the taste of your skin under his. his hips are pistoning back and forth into you, not that you can feel much due to his careless aim besides his desperate need to go so much further than just dry humping.

once he finally feels ready enough, he reluctantly removes his hands from your tits and instead struggles with his and your clothes until there’s just barely enough out of the way. he doesn’t wait. seeing the way your tail swishes to the side to reveal your pretty pussy is enough to send him over the edge, anyway. he wraps his arms around you and presses his fingers into your chest again, groaning as his fingers sink into the plush skin of your breasts and as his cock sinks into the wet heat of your core. his tail’s wagging again.

he’s not much for words during sex - he doesn’t say much, but you do hear a lot of grunting, groaning, and growling when his lips aren’t sealed to your neck in a bite or a kiss. he can’t keep up a good pace, and he doesn’t try. he’s just desperate to feel it, to get to the ending and feel his release coursing from him and into you. he’s being consumed with the need to breed, and while he normally would have several complaints about that, his hybrid brain can’t think straight or rationally when buried this deep in a catgirl’s pussy. so he keeps going, keeps thrusting forward and chasing his own pleasure and sucking and licking and biting at your neck until finally his eyes roll into his skull and his pace gets worse, unable to keep any rhythm this close to release. his grunts and growls turn into pathetic whines, and he buries his nose into the back of your neck, tightening his grip on you as he inches closer to his climax, until... finally, he stills against you, pressing himself as deep and as rough into you as he possibly can, his tongue lolling out onto your neck. he feels his release wrack his body, just as yours wracks your own. his cum comes out in thick spurts, heavy like his breathing on your ear. he rolls his hips into your a few more times, ensuring he’s gone as deep as he possibly can, before he collapses over you, pressing your both back into the grass.

he won’t be pulling out anytime soon.

GOD okay that's done! this took way too long my god. everyone enjoy!!!!!!!!

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haru

towa

ren

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kpopflowerfield · 7 months ago

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warm me up | smg

ღ pairing: mingi x afab! reader

ღ word count: 2k

ღ genre: fluff & smut

ღ rating: MDNI

ღ warnings: pet names (love, jagi, babe) tit worshipping, oral sex (f receiving), switch! mingi, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap up!!), creampie, mingi loves giving praise

ღ networks: @k-vanity @k-library @cromernet @illusionnet

ღ summary: It didn’t take much for Mingi to convince you he has a better way to warm you up then just the thermostat.

ღ authors note: ty to @lovetaroandtaemin for beta reading!!

You rubbed your eyes and sat up in your bed. The dream you had woke you up, so you needed to take a moment to collect yourself before falling back asleep again. You looked to the left of you, not hearing Mingi as he slept. You squinted as you patted the empty sheets. He typically doesn't wake up in the middle of the night, so you were thrown off not feeling him next to you.

"Babe?" You called out. You waited a moment but heard no response. You got out of bed and walked out to your living room. "Babe?" You called out again, no response. You started to worry. Where would he have gone this late at night? You ran back to the bedroom, grabbed your phone, and called him.

You groaned as you heard his ringtone on his nightstand. You held your head, thinking of what you could do to find him. Your thoughts were paused for a moment as you heard a thump on your bedroom window. You froze, not knowing what the sound was. You crept towards the window some more.

Thump.

You took a deep breath and moved the curtain to peek out. You were so distracted about finding your boyfriend that you didn't even realize it was snowing. You stared down at the ground covered in fresh powder, and there was Mingi.

You moved the curtain back more and saw him grinning up at you, waving his hand to tell you to come down. You couldn't help but giggle as you got ready. You grabbed your winter coat and ran outside. Before you could even say a word, Mingi tossed a snowball your way. "I'm going to hide away inside if you're just going to throw snowballs at me," you huffed.

"Come over here then," He smiled as you walked closer to him. You watched as he crouched down, and you couldn't help but whine, expecting the feeling of the freezing projectile being tossed your way. You shut your eyes, embracing for impact. "Open your eyes, love," He pouted. "Mingi… If you are waiting to throw a snowball at me when I open my eyes, I will make you regret it!" You threatened with a light tone.

"I promise I'm not going to throw a snowball at you. Put your hands out," His voice was gentle as you put out your hands for him, still hesitant to open your eyes. You felt the thick snow he put in your hands and pressed your lips together, not wanting to whine about the cold anymore. "Okay, open your eyes," He watched you as you opened your eyes, looking down at the small duck he made.

"How'd you make this?" You awed at him as you studied his little piece of art. "This," He grinned cheerfully as he picked up the mold, clacking it together like a pair of tongs. You smiled as you held the duckling; seeing it start to melt, you looked up at him. "Let me put him down so he doesn't melt anymore," You looked so worried as you spoke.

"Put it on the ground, over there," He pointed at the line of ducks he had created before you came outside to join him. "Is that what you wanted to show me?" You joked as he nodded. "Well… that and I have always wanted to do something with you when it snows," He scratched the nape of his neck that was exposed to the frigid temperatures. "And what is that?" You couldn't help but question as he smiled down at you.

"Dance with me?" he questioned, his round eyes softening as they peeked out from the fuzzy bucket he had put on in place of a beanie. "Alright, love," you giggled softly as he held your hand. He started humming softly, which you recognized as "It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas." He gently spun you as you hummed with him. He stopped spinning you as he pulled you into his embrace.

"I love you so much," he cooed as he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your lips. His cold nose touched your cheek, making you shiver a bit more as he pulled away. "I love you, Mingi," you smiled up at him. Can we go inside?" You couldn't help but request as you held onto him and nodded. “Yeah, it's getting a little too cold," he laughed as he picked you up and brought you inside.

You took off the layers you had put on and shivered. "I'm going to turn up the heat," you rubbed the sides of your arms as he pouted. “It's going to be a sauna in here," he whined as you giggled at him. “Do you have another idea for how freezing it is?" You clicked on the thermostat as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "I have ideas," his cold hands traveled down your sides.

Your breath hitched from his touch. You pressed your lips together, collecting yourself from his cold touch. "And what is that idea?" You looked at him from over your shoulder, playing along with him. He held your hips, turning you to face him. "I think you know," He leaned down, pressing a kiss on your lips, holding you against the wall. His fingers traveled your sides, making you shudder as you felt the cold through the thin cotton material you had on.

He lifted your shirt, pulling it up and tossing it off of you. "You're so perfect," He let out breathlessly before his lips crashed onto yours. Your lips melt into his soft, plump lips. Your leg started to creep up, wanting to wrap around his waist. He held your sides and lifted you slightly, giving you the chance to start wrapping yourself around his body.

His lips traveled down the side of your neck. The warm, tender kisses made you moan out in satisfaction as one leg wrapped around his waist. His hands cupped your ass as you wrapped your legs around him, leaning your back against the wall as support. He held your ass tightly as you rested your arms on his shoulders. His lips met yours again, moving in synchronicity with each other as he walked you to the bedroom.

He laid you on the bed, hovering above you. He smirked against your lips as he felt your hard nipples touching him. His hand moved up and began pinching lightly as you moaned against his lips. "Mingi," You let out a breathy moan as he pulled away from your kiss. Your eyes shut as you felt him playing with your hardened peaks. His hands were still not warm enough for you not to shiver at his touch.

You gasped as you felt warmth around your pebbled flesh and opened your eyes to see Mingi gently lapping at your areolas. "That feels so good," You exhaled as you felt him flicking his tongue against your nipple. You could feel his hardening, thick cock against your leg as he continued, loving the noises that were escaping your lips. "Just fuck me, baby," You bit your lip as he pulled down your pants. "You're so impatient," He tsked as he looked at your bare pussy in front of him.

"I didn't even get to taste you, jagi," His fingers spread your lips as his tongue spread warmth through your core with one slow lick. You pressed your lips together as he sucked on your clit. "Oh fuck," You moaned as he moved his tongue in circles around your clit. "You taste so good, baby," He mumbled before licking your entrance, wanting to taste you everywhere. "Please," You whimpered.

You didn't want him to stop, but the need you had for his cock buried inside of you outweighed how much you loved getting your pussy eaten by him. He chuckled as he undressed. "So needy," He teased as you blushed. "I just love feeling you buried inside me, love, and that's all I want to feel right now." You looked at him with those doe eyes that drove him crazy.

He hovered above you, going in for a kiss before whispering in your ear. "I love the feeling, too," He kissed your cheek. Your body heat grew more as he nestled himself in between your thighs, getting ready to plunge into you. "Wait," You looked at him. His eyes widened a bit, nervous he hurt you somehow. "What's wrong?" He questioned, quickly examining your body.

"Let me ride," You looked up at him as he raised an eyebrow. "You want to ride?" He couldn't help but question since every time you rode him, he had to take over for you. You nodded quickly as he moved to sit against the headboard. "Come here," He spoke softly. You bit your lip as you hovered over him, your knees almost digging into his thighs. "Take it slowly; don't do too much," He soothed your nerves as you slowly sank onto his length.

"Fuck," You sighed as you felt his whole length filling you. You reached for the headboard as you started to bounce on him; he bit his lip and moaned softly. "Just like that baby," His praise made you moan softly, your pace slowly picking up. His hand held your cheek gently as you leaned down to kiss him, your hips rocking against him as he groaned into your lips.

"You're doing so fucking good," He purred as you were pumping him in and out of you, your walls clenching around him as you stuffed yourself with him, taking every centimeter you could in your cunt. He couldn't help but jerk his hips from underneath you. "I love watching it disappear in you," He mumbled as you continued to move on him. "You're so fucking big, Mingi," You moaned out.

"Fuck baby," He groaned. "Let me fuck you," He looked up at you. You nodded weakly, getting off of him. "Bend over, all fours love," He got behind you. Plunging into you within seconds. "Oh god," You cried out as he thrusted into you, keeping a needy, erratic pace. Each moan that escaped your lips grew louder as he gripped your hips. You covered your mouth to silence your cries of pleasure.

"I love fucking you, God. Watching you take it all," He groaned. "T-this is your pussy," You sputtered. He smirked and smacked your ass. "I know it is, baby," He relentlessly pounded into you as your walls clenched around his cock. His grip on your hips loosened as you slowly fell. His cock left your body for a moment as you tried to catch your breath.

His hand squeezed your ass. "I'm not done," He rasped as you panted. His hands grabbed your hips, quickly pulling them up as he re-entered your dripping cunt. His hips jackhammered into yours as you cried out. "I-I'm going to fucking cum," You were almost screaming out as he held you up tightly, making sure you wouldn't lose the arch you had for him at that moment. "Me too," He panted as his cock twitched in your convulsing walls. "Oh god," You whimpered as you grew closer to your peak. He kept his pace as best as he could as your walls fluttered around him.

You cried out as you came, your hands gripping the sheets as he grunted, slamming into you for one last time as he filled you. He panted as he pulled out carefully, watching some of him spill out of you. His finger wiped it up carefully before he wiped it on a tissue. Your body flopped down as you panted. Mingi couldn't help but chuckle at you.

"Are you okay?" He moved over to the end of the bed where you were. You nodded as your breathing went back to normal. "That felt so good," you sighed happily as he chuckled at you. "Come up here, love." He moved to lay against the pillows, and you groaned in response before moving to cuddle up next to him. He pulled up the covers and kissed the top of your head.

"We should probably head to bed," You giggled as you pointed at the time, seeing it was a little after three in the morning. His eyes widened slightly, seeing the time, then nodded. "Absolutely," He wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Goodnight, my love," You smiled to yourself as you buried your face in his chest. "Goodnight, baby," You yawned before falling back asleep in the warmth of his arms.

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archangeldyke-all · 4 months ago

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hi angel!!!

went outside today and saw a group of teenagers having a snowball fight and cannot stop thinking about a snowball fight with sevika. she'd laugh her ass off the entire time to the point that she can barely throw. she'd probably fall over belly laughing when a snowball hits her right in the tits. do i just want sevika to have some silly fun with lots of laughter? yes,exactly.

CUTEEEEE also hi rigel heeheh ilyy

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"this is fucking miserable." sevika grumbles as she sludges through the snow.

you giggle beside her. "you're such a fuckin' grump. it's beautiful!" you say as you gesture out to the snow covered expanse of the undercity.

"it's horrible. it's cold and wet and gross. if the sun doesn't come out and melt this shit soon i'm buying a flamethrower and taking things into my own ha-ah!" sevika squeaks as she slips on a patch of black ice.

you catch her as she slides, cackling as she starts cursing out the snow. "woah, baby."

"i hate this fucking weather!" sevika kicks a pile of snow, huffing as it explodes under her foot. she trails ahead of you, ranting and cursing, none the wiser to the evil plan you're cooking up.

you bite back you evil laugh as you pack a handful of snow into a ball, then say a quick prayer to janna that sevika won't kill you once you hit her.

you aim for the back of her hooded head. but sevika turns around just as you launch the snowball through the air, and she receives a face full of icy cold snow. your stomach sinks. you're so fucking dead. sevika's going to kill you, and then divorce you.

sevika blinks the snow out of her eyes, and you giggle nervously. only... instead of getting angry sevika just... bursts into laughter.

you blink in shock, then let a smile take over your face.

"you're fuckin' dead!" sevika cackles.

you squeal as you sprint down the street toward your house. you don't make it far before you're being pelted with snowball after snowball, sevika throwing so hard you end up falling face first into a pile of snow.

she cackles behind you, and you gasp for breath between your laughs as you jump to your feet and start packing your own balls to defend yourself with. sevika ducks behind a trashcan, using the lid as a sheild as she makes her own balls.

you're both laughing uncontrollably as you pelt her little shelter with snowballs. "surrender to my powers of ice!" you squeal. you aren't even making snowballs anymore, you're just throwing handfuls of powdery snow in sevika's direction.

and then your wife stands up from her little trashcan, a ball of snow the size of her head clutched in her arms, and you scream in terror.

"sevika, no!" you cry as you run toward the house. you don't get far. sevika tosses the ball up into the sky, and it comes down right on top of you. "oof!" you grunt as you collapse into a pile of snow. you flop onto your back to glare up at sevika as she laughs above you.

"i'm gonna piss my pants!" she cackles, one of her hands holding her crotch. "oh janna, i'm gonna fuckin' piss my pants!"

you can't glare for long when she's laughing like that. instead you just laugh along with her and start making a snow angel where you lay.

eventually, sevika catches her breath and pulls you out of the snow. she kisses you quickly, before intertwining her arm in yours and continuing your walk home. you're both shivering and soaking wet, but sevika's smiling so bright you're surprised the snow doesn't melt.

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witherby · 6 months ago

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Hi can I request a snow day with the batfamily?

Hi! Yes you can!

What is the Bat Family doing on a snow day?

Bruce:

His ass is staying Inside! He's old and cold! A decent chunk of his bones are metal and he's uncomfortable! But he will happily watch his kids play around on the grounds of the manor as he drinks a cup of coffee. If they drag him out for any reason, he'll oblige enthusiastically, but afterwards you will find him huddled in a blanket by the fireplace for the rest of the evening.

Tim:

He's the one dragging everybody outside to play. I think a lot of people don't realize he's not a recluse? He has so many friends, he has an extroverted personality, he is very charismatic! He knows if he just frames it as a competition, the other three are going to slink out without question. Tim ends up kick-starting a tradition to have a snowball fight tournament, and the winner gets a whole sheet of Alfred's cookies to themselves.

Jason:

He's so down for any snowball fight because it's gonna turn into a real fight real fast, and he's always itching to burn off some leftover aggression from the Pit. You need to dodge his snowballs. He is packing them with ice and rocks. He is fighting dirty. He scoped out the grounds for the best defense points and has already built little snow forts to hide behind, lying in wait for his victims to come within range. He's ruthless in his quest to come out on top.

Dick:

Dick doesn't particularly like the snow. It's cold and wet and seeps into his clothes. However, as the oldest it's his duty to show up all his siblings, so he's building the biggest and best snowmen, he's making the most well-constructed snow forts, he's making the prettiest snow angels, and he's throwing the first punch when he gets pelted by a rock-packed snowball, Jason, get the fuck over here you promised you'd stop doing that, last year I got a conCUSSION —

Damian:

He overdoes it. He didn't have a normal childhood, so of course he doesn't entirely get the appeal of lying in the snow and swishing his limbs about to make weird shapes in it. He will take the snowball fight Way Too Seriously though. This must be some new training exercise, surely, and he needs to utilize all his skills to get the job done.

Jason might be packing rocks into his snowballs, but Damian is packing batarangs. This strategy lasts all of twenty minutes before Tim realizes his bleeding into the snow, and, oh, yes, that's a blade in his shoulder. It's game over real fast after that.

Damian and Jason, the cheaters, do not get brownies. Dick is dubbed the winner and shares his spoils with Tim after helping stitch up his wounds.

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mythicmanuscripts · 11 months ago

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can you please write some nsfw subby crying emotional Aemond who’s obsessed with his wife and finally feeling loved?

Of course I can!! That’s my favourite Aemond!

While there is definitely sub!Aemond in this answer there isnt any more than implied NSFW undertones so I haven't added a cut. Hope you lads enjoy!!

So firstly it takes a very long for reach this point. Aemond is so so used to people mistreating him and lying to him and making him feel worthless. When he first marries you he assumes you will be the same. He doesn’t even have it left in him to hope for something better.

For months he was just stiff and formal with you, and in fact he never even consummated the marriage. He was too afraid of the intimacy of the act, of laying himself bare before someone

You have to earn his trust, and you earn it by always supporting him. He’s never alone in his convictions anymore, and he’s never alone during the cold evenings either. You keep him company, but you also listen and give advice and are proactive in your support for him.

Once he starts to lean on you, it snowballs from there very quickly. Aemond tries to slow down or stop it, but it’s like he’s addicted? He can’t go a day without seeing you, and eventually that evolves into him not being able to go a day not hugging you, then not kissing you, and so it progresses.

I think what really gets him is that you never ever turn him away? It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, if he comes to you then you will always let him in. Even if you’re in the middle of something, you’ll still give him a smile and tell him to come sit with you.

It’s that love and care he that he sees in your eyes every single time he comes to you that leaves him chasing after you, begging for the smallest scrap of attention. And the most important part is that you NEVER turn him away. He always has a safe space with you.

And well, when you think about it like that, of course he’s emotional and obsessed with you!! You’re like a walking safe space for him. If aemond had it his way you would never be out of his sight. Yes he’s the submissive, but he’s also very very possessive about his dom. he knows how insanely lucky he got and he will not allows others to take too much of your attention.

Honestly I think Aemond would almost always want you at his side once he realises that you actually love him? The complete 180 he goes through from only speaking to you when it was absolutely necessary and only being spotted with you at public events to pretty much never being without you will forever confuse pretty much the entire of the red keep.

It's like one day Aemond wakes up and decides that the two of you will now be a team and then you are simply never spotted apart. And I don't just mean Aemond taking you everywhere he needs to go, whenever you have somewhere to be then he's always going to come with as well. It really doesn't matter what you're doing or why, he just always comes with.

I actually think maybe once a week you two will just sit together and discuss your schedules and where you are both expected to be so that you can work out how to attend everything together? When he's prince regent he has absolutely no problem with moving small council meetings to ensure he can go somewhere with you and that you will then be free for the new time of the small council meeting.

So when someone asks about needy, emotional crying sub!aemond, the honest answer is that he’s in some form of that state most of the time.

It’s most prominent when you two are alone.

Aemond really just melts under your attention. The moment he knows he’s got your full attention his brain just shuts off? It’s by far his favourite time of the day.

He always starts calm and collected but within a few minutes he’s already getting worked up and a little squirmy. You wait for him to ask if you can play with him, and the moment he asked you flip the two of him over and then he's pretty much instantly all emotional and pliant for you.

It takes a long time for him to actually admit he wants something from you, but you get very good at reading his body language. He's so so happy about the fact that he knows if he just shows you how he's feeling then you will help him and look after him.

He really just loves how at ease you make him feel? He knows the moment he walks into your shared quarters he can relax and finally just be taken care of him.

I actually think maybe you two will have very strict rules about who can and can't come into your quarters? Most of the nobles don't even think about the servants and just let the servants do their various jobs, but it's very different with you and Aemond. You understand that for Aemond your bedroom is his safe space, and so you make sure he never feels like his safe space has been violated.

Servants have to ask you when they can change the sheets in your quarters, you do not allow them to just come in and do it whenever like the rest of the keep does. You also don't any servants assigned to specifically just help you do things like drawing baths and brushing your hair and whatnot. If for whatever reason you do want someone to do those things then you will call someone, but you never have a servant constantly waiting in your quarters.

It takes Aemond a while to notice this change actually, and when he brings it up and finds out why, he pretty much immediately just melts and you have to pull him into a tight hug.

So yeah, clingy, emotional sub!aemond who loves his wife very very much is pretty much his constant state and he's so so thankful.

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saanphoenix · 27 days ago

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@keroascrazy

Yeah, uh. Beating a dead horse here, but...

The DRK questlines are good about "giving a voice to the voiceless," which is a way of saying giving insight into the different aspects of the Warrior of Light's character. Because the WoL never speaks. Or rarely speaks. As far as you, the player, are concerned. They relay information and shit all the time, but you don't get to see what they say 90% of the time.

So the struggles with their own desires REALLY come through in DRK. It's not just the violence they are predisposed to commit, but also the mourning and grief that comes with that.

They know, intrinsically, that any who oppose them and any who stand with them are more like to die than not. Elidibus called it when he said, "You are death."

The WoL started as an adventurer. A sword for hire. Exploring mysterious dungeons, killing sheep, killing vagabonds... A lot of killing, honestly. But they were willing to do the dirty jobs. And they were very good at it. That's why the get the attention of the city-states. And then shit snowballs and, suddenly, they are a Hero. A Warrior of Light. They are SO GOOD at killing they get frequently asked to do it.

And here's where I make a comparison some people are gonna hate, which is fine. But.

In Stormblood, the protags make a comment about Zenos enjoying killing people. And an NPC who saw him take out an entire group of samurai says that that is NOT IT. That Zenos doesn't ENJOY killing. Zenos gets no enjoyment out of it whatsoever. But that he doesn't really have a regard for life.

For Zenos, squashing resistance fighters is a job, just like WoL squashing whoever is a job. That is the task they were given. And they will see it done. With no prejudice. You get in-between them and the pointy end of their weapon (yes, even the sticks and books), and they will remove you from the earth.

And they both will default to that course of action quicker than some. It's what they know. It's what they've been pushed to know. WoL through the Eorzean leaders and the Scions, Zenos through his father's conquests.

Where Zenos and WoL find enjoyment is through challenge. Bettering themselves. Learning things. Including learning new ways of martial arts. WoL be collecting job stones like they're candy because, "Oh, boy, now I can hit people with TWO swords, like Darth Maul, AND with living paint!"

The difference, of course, is WoL does feel bad about what they gotta do a lot of the time. They're gonna do it! Make no mistake! But they do still kinda, "Man. Sucks I gotta stop your story here and now." While Zenos is more like, "Your funeral. Sucks I gotta waste one flick of my wrist on you, but here we are."

And, naturally, WoL feels Very Bad when their friends die. Zenos...has one friend. So. He did, however, kill his father and threaten an Ascian over said friend, so like. He'd probably feel bad if WoL died. Which is probably why WoL didn't die back in Ultima Thule.

I digress!

WoL's a hero because they are helpful to innocents, and sometimes not innocents, and they're ready, willing, and able to get their hands bloody. Not because they are sinless or pacifistic.

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leesolbeesol · 6 months ago

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I LOVE YOU! 愛してる! 사랑해!

sungho x fem!reader (ft. mild instigator!taesan and mistaken!woonhak)

GENRE: pure unedited fluff! SUMMARY: Sungho keeps avoiding you... so why is he confessing to you in Japanese? WARNINGS: she/her pronouns used one time | highschool!au but you can ignore that most of the time | this is my world and overtly self-insert so reader doesn't speak japanese and takes chinese in school NOTES: everyone say thank you boynextdoor for the fantastic comeback! seriously though, all their songs are so good i cant even believe it also no proofreading we post like god intended. WC: 2.2k (woww)

It was all Woonhak’s fault—that’s what Sungho thought, at least. He set up the damned snowball fight after all.

The first time you saw—really saw—Sungho was when you cast a snowball at him and the icy contents landed right in his face and froze him when they snuck through his coat down his neck. You’re not sure why he didn’t block it, you saw him evade others thrown with far less warning and far more force. Instead, he stood with a ready snowball in his gloved hand. That’s the problem—he stood. He just stared at you as your attack wet his brown hair and dropped between his collar and his neck. You had met Sungho a handful of times, but when you did you didn’t speak to him much at all. He was kind of quiet and there were plenty of other mutual friends around for you to chat with, so you didn’t press it. He was pretty, of course, but that alone wasn’t enough for you to individually pursue him. Plus, anytime you showed up it’s like he suddenly had somewhere else to be. You eventually assumed he just didn’t like you all that much, and that was fine. A little disappointing, but fine. After your attack, his expression didn’t change, save for his eyebrows which raised a little. The poor boy looked like he had seen a ghost. You would have put more thought into it if another friend of yours, Taesan, cruelly dared you to a fire—or, snow—fight by crashing an icy cold ball of snow right onto your head. Almost as fast as Sungho had come to the front of your conscious, you were taken away again. The image of him, however, was burned into your mind. Why did he look at you like that? Why did he not react? How did he look so perfect? Those were some pretty frequent thoughts, though the last one you tried to ignore. Regardless, it kept coming back. The image of his soft brown hair, long for the boys your age, sprinkled with snow and his surprised, slightly parted lips came to you at the most inconvenient times.

—

The second time you saw Sungho, he was sitting on an uncomfortable plastic chair on the slightly raised wooden stage of your auditorium, his navy guitar slotted in his hands, about to start another song to the cheers of the small audience that had gathered during their free period. You remember him prefacing the song with something along the lines of ‘this is a work-in-progress,’ he tsked, ‘so it’s not done yet, but I hope you like it so far.’ You join the group on the periphery, smiling and nodding along to the song he starts. His voice rings clear around the room as he strums the hook. His hair falls just over his eyes that close when he starts singing the lyrics. You shoo away the thought that tells you he looks handsome—really handsome, especially in his element with the music swirling around him. It makes no sense, but when you look at him you want to talk to him. You want to ask him what inspired him to write it, you want to ask him how he got into music, you want to ask him. The song is heartfelt throughout, but the lyric that sticks with you is ‘yeah, I’ve got it bad,’ because that’s the line that preceded the chorus, the tentative chorus in which he critically screwed up when he saw you. You swear it was like his brain stopped for a minute when he saw you swaying along. Wrong chord, wrong lyric, wrong chord, again. You could feel the glances being exchanged by the confused crowd. After he tore his eyes away from you, he barely got it together for the end of the in-progress work. You looked to Woonhak, a few people to your left, and he just shrugged. The song was good, but still, you couldn’t quite figure out what was up with Sungho.

—

The third time you saw Sungho, you barely saw him at all. This was because of the open door, the paper thin walls of your classroom, and Sungho’s loud voice that fills whatever space he’s in. You infer that that’s how he is normally—‘normally’ meaning specifically not around you. It’s beneficial here, though. You were mercifully sitting against the interior wall and took the golden opportunity to rest your head and take a break from thinking so hard about… well, lots of things. Classes, new collectables, what you were going to have for dinner, you know what it’s like. It was Taesan’s, not Sungho’s, voice that broke you from your cursory peace. Taesan’s voice is certainly loud, especially when he’s surprised.

“You’re joking!” Taesan said and was quickly shushed by Sungho. It appeared to just be the two of them. It was strange—you were friends with most of Sungho’s friends, but barely friends with Sungho himself at all.

“Quiet down! I’m not kidding.” Sungho groaned, and you heard a clunk against the wall your ear was against, so you assumed he was leaning too. “This is just what I’m like, I don’t know what to do at all. I’ve got it really bad.” Taesan laughed at his friend’s complaint. It’s funny, that line was almost the same thing he said in the song. “It’s not funny.” He sighed. He was scolding Taesan, but you feel yourself frown as if he could hear your thoughts about his recurring phrase.

“It’s a little funny.” Taesan presses him. Sungho does not sound like he thinks it's funny.

“I’m being serious, Taesan. She’s all I ever want to think about.” Your ears perk up at the mention of a pronoun. Sungho has a crush? That’s news to you, at least. You mean, maybe it could be something else, but it damn sounds like he has a crush. This makes your heart twist in a way that you are highly uncomfortable with. “Everything's a mess, I’m all over the place. I can’t figure this… this thing out.” He laments. You kind of get it, though. Something you don’t get, however, is the way you hope he doesn’t figure it out. The part you refused to think about was that you didn’t want him to like someone else. God, you hadn’t even spoken to this boy. This is pathetic. You tore your ear away from the wall and covered your ears. Out of sight—or, earshot—out of mind, that’s how it works right? Apparently not, because even after you can’t hear him and that moment gets farther in the past, you think about him. Why can’t you stop thinking about him? This is so stupid.

—

The Friday that Sungho came to school late with his hair sticking up and wearing wrinkled clothes was, counterintuitively, the day you found him the most attractive yet. He sat down after whispering a hushed apology to your frowning teacher. He wasn’t even wearing his contacts, and he always wore his contacts. His glasses framed his face nicely, you decided. You looked back down at your paper as quickly as you looked up at the latecomer entering your classroom. It was hard to focus on your work for the rest of the day. In your Mandarin class, you bombed your quiz. How do you even write that character? You had no idea. All of the sudden, ‘高’ only made you think of Sungho and his stupid broad shoulders and not at all if there’s a hook at the bottom or not. Damn you, Sungho! You got what he meant by the lyrics in the song he had played in the auditorium. You got it bad. As you glanced out the window, you saw the very beginning of the budding cherry blossoms. They look so happy, all bunched up together and starting to bloom in hues of soft pink.

They look the same as you exit from the main door, pink and falling and beautiful. You pause outside those doors, taking in the sight. The trees are pretty, even against the gray sky. You feel more like the gray sky, conflicted. Especially so because you heard Sungho tell Taesan that he “couldn’t take it anymore,�� and was “going to tell her today.” That certainly dampened your mood. Not that you have any skin in the game, but you secretly hope that he finds a reason not to.

You hear a commotion near the doors, and see Sungho rather unceremoniously shoved out of the door by, by the looks of it, more than one set of arms. He looks like a deer in headlights, but starts moving anyway. You watch him, puzzled, before he starts walking over… to you. Behind him, you see Woonhak’s face poke out of the door frame before he looks to be pulled back by someone. You turn your attention back to Sungho, and realize you weren’t mistaken at all. He was walking towards you, holding something behind his back. A slight smile plays on his nervous lips as he closes the remaining distance between you, and you can’t help but glance around to see if this is some kind of joke. He was “going to tell her today.” Is he serious? Are you dreaming?

“What is it?” You ask, though you’re not quite sure why you’re asking or what you hope the answer is. He says nothing, simply extending a hand from behind his back and presenting you with a neatly folded piece of white printer paper. The ink on the inside bled through, slightly visible on the back.

“Aishiteru. Open it.” He encourages you and rolls his bottom lip in his teeth. You had watched him long enough—not in a stalkerish way! Just… in the way that you like looking at his face—to know that this is the face he makes solving a difficult equation. You also know enough about Japanese to recognize the romantic nature of his initial phrase. Why the hell is he speaking to you in Japanese? Regardless, if you weren’t blushing already, you definitely felt heat creeping up to your cheeks now. Doing as he instructs, you gingerly open the folded paper like it’s an artifact that could disintegrate if you so much as touched the paper the wrong way.

It doesn’t disintegrate, but it might as well have. You stare at what’s written with a blank face. You recognize every other character (your Chinese teacher would be proud), but this is definitely not Chinese. You do recognize the swirling nature of what’s written, however. You furrow your eyebrows, why the hell does Sungho think you speak Japanese? Why is he writing to you in Chinese? Now you’re more confused than nervous. The butterflies in your stomach have settled, evidently asking the same questions you are.

“Sungho,” his name isn’t a question, but it comes out sounding like one, “I can’t read Japanese.” You hold up the paper to him as if he didn’t know it was in Japanese, and he looks absolutely petrified as your words hit him.

“Really?” His voice comes out high-pitched, and he clears his throat. “I mean, you actually don’t speak Japanese?” His register is back to normal, and now he sounds just as confused as you.

“I take Chinese, who told you I take Japanese? What does this even say, anyway?” A smile tugs at your lips. Oh, Sungho. He’s not stupid, you don’t think, maybe it was Woonhak who told him. Woonhak could probably mistake Chinese for Japanese. It could’ve been Jaehyun.

He groans, “Woonhak did.” This satisfies the first part of your question, but he seems hesitant to answer the second part. You raise your eyebrows, prompting him, “well, this is super lame,” what you don’t know is that he internally curses himself, Taesan had told him ‘no self-deprecating statements,’ oops, “but I thought it would make the way I told you unique.”

“Told me what?” You cock your head. The butterflies are back. Thanks to Taesan, you have a sneaking suspicion of what it is, but you refuse to celebrate until you get confirmation. It’s like in debate (your friend had told you way too much), you can think you won the most rounds but you can’t say you won anything until you’re officially told so. It’s like that.

I love you! 愛してる! 사랑해!

“I like you. I like you a lot. I’ve got it really bad.” He smiles and you think your heart might melt or explode, you’re not sure which feels more imminent. You’ve been told you won. It’s like a big weight has been lifted. The cherry blossoms look pinker.

“That’s what you wrote in the song!” You remember, hoping that he’ll be impressed you were paying attention.

“Yeah,” he says sheepishly, rubbing his neck, “that was about you.” It might be the best sight you’ve ever seen. This kind, handsome boy telling you he wrote a whole song about you. “It’s finished now, I can play it if you want… is that embarrassing?” He’s asking for reassurance, and, oh, do you give him reassurance. Reassurance comes in the form of putting your arms around him. Actions speak better than words—that’s your reasoning, at least.

“That’s not embarrassing. That’s cute.” You tell him, though your words are slightly muffled since you’re not speaking directly to him anymore. The butterflies in your stomach cheer you on as you muster all the courage you can find in the deep crevices of your heart and mind, “I like you too, Sungho.” You tell him, and you can hear his heart beating through his coat.

FINAL NOTES: yippee!!! going to a debate tournament wont post for a few days love you mwah

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