#but if I ever overstep in anyway you can absolutely tell me!!

[oorangesoda]

Surprising to no one, I’m once again thinking about how much I love my mutuals

[moeblob]

"Maybe I'm a broken man, but I still work"

Aka here's the secret phrase C:

v quick coffee shop doodle - there's a secret phrase on the back but I do not have time to draw it rn cause I gotta pack up and go

(I have been listening to the song "Broken Man" a lot lately ... as I found it out like three days ago. and it really fits Right)

[rxzennia]

hibernation/ brumation

– tales of the voracity pathstrider

✎𓂃 winter dormancy.

in his five years of being your boss, aventurine hasn’t ever seen you send in a request for leave. but here he is, staring at your application for a month-long vacation.

a month? isn’t that a little too long?

you didn’t even stick a little comment about where you’re going or what’s happening, dammit! he wants to know so bad, but he feels like he’ll either overstep his boundaries or come off as clingy if he asks.

he’ll approve it, of course!

he wants you to not hate your job, and part of being a good boss is letting his subordinates take the leaves they’re entitled to

and you deserve a nice, long break, anyway

but the curiosity is killing him inside. what will you be doing? will you still hang around the IPC?

he really, really wants to barge into your office and wrench an explanation out of you

and also, how dare you try to take leave right into the holidays! rude

he wanted to take you out to dinner! to fancy places! he was prepared to have a schedule full of you!

totally not dates or his attempts to spoil you

he totally isn’t thinking of doing it so that you’ll spoil him in return

he’s found out that you respond to him if he rants at you

and that you get very soft and careful with him if he presses the right buttons

he digs that so much it’s unreal

there’s something about having you, of all people, treat him tenderly

perhaps because he’s seen firsthand what kind of monster hides in your scarf

or… what kind of monster hides beneath your silent, icy exterior

it just hits different when someone like you treat him so gently

and he knows for a fact that you’ll never abuse that power you have

he absolutely loves that. 100%.

“guess who’s here!” aventurine announces as he enters your office without so much as a knock, “hard at work, my favorite secretary?”

“out, please.” you hiss, sparing him barely a glance from your computer, “i’m concentrating.”

since when did your complaints stop him

he saunters over and sits himself on your armrest anyway

your scarf lift him up and set him down on the couch opposite to you

he finds his way back to your chair

you put him on the couch again

he comes back to your armrest

is he a cat obsessed with a particular box (namely, your chair) or something

you give up

“what is it?” you relent, scooting over so he can fit onto your seat, too, albeit barely

this man does not hesitate to invade your personal space

“where are you going for a month, hmm?” he asks with a playful smile, “can’t even tell me?”

oh, so that’s what this is about

but why is he resting his face in his hand and looking at you like he’s trying to flirt?

“hibernation.” you keep typing without giving aventurine much of a reaction, “not exactly, but close. brumation.”

wait. wait, what?

it doesn’t take a genius to know that aventurine is currently flabbergasted. “you… hibernate? like sleep hibernate?” 

“no, i hibernate awake.” you mumble sarcastically, but he catches it even if your words are muffled

“c’mon, i’m just checking!” he throws his hands in the air as if protesting your attitude

“yes, i sleep, for the most part.” you scoot over a little more and lift him up, setting him down in your lap. “but i’ll be awake here and there.”

you rest your head on top of his and continues to work, effectively caging him in

he realizes you’re much more like a snake than he thought

not in an alarming way

you’re coiling around him, but, like, in a friendly danger noodle way

“will you?” he chuckles; maybe his plans aren’t entirely foiled, after all, “for how long?”

you look at him. “a few minutes up to an hour?” 

you’re only getting up for water and/or changing sleeping positions

never mind, his plans to try to spoil you is, in fact, foiled

he pouts. he had the entire thing planned out already! all five days that you’ll be off!

he looks like a kid who’s about to buy the last donut but you beat him to it and buy the donut right in front of his eyes.

“you can visit.” you say, and you see him light up almost immediately. 

though, you don't think there’s much worth visiting, but whatever makes him happy

when aventurine visits you during your well-deserved vacation, he’s pleasantly surprised. you’re sleeping so peacefully, despite the fact that you usually rarely sleep at all.

you’re curled up into half a ball under your blankets and your scarf

and letting out little snores

is this what you look like when you’re asleep? 

so adorable. if only you’d let him see it often…

but he doesn’t know the frequency of your brumation period

as far as he knows, it’s once in five years, but he has no idea if it’s more than five years

you’re not covering your face, either

aeons, he loves seeing your unobscured face

you’re so beautiful under your scarf

especially the patches of scales along your neck, they glitter in white gold under the light

he wishes you wouldn't try to cover them up

during your entire month, he’s going to be in your room whenever he’s free

he will totally try to sleep next to you at night

what? it’s not like you haven’t shared a bed before!

it’s just that you’ve never been asleep by each other's side!

you will cuddle into him if he tries to hold you

and you will get fussy if he tries to get out of the hug

if only you were as honest when you’re awake

aventurine has been trying to catch you in your small conscious windows, but he’s having not much luck with that. though, this isn’t exactly a gamble, so “luck” might not be the right word here.

he’s so busy; he’s drowning in work 

your temporary replacement isn’t very good at their job

or maybe he’s just used to the way you do things and now everything feels wrong

he wants you back already 

because nowadays he barely has an hour to spend with you apart from bedtime

he hates it

what do you mean by he can’t sit next to your sleeping form while he signs papers?

horrible, very horrible

but eventually he does catch you when you’re awake

you’re drowsy and you’re dragging your blankets and your scarf with you around your room

the cutest thing he’s ever seen in a long while

he watches as you clumsily pour yourself some water, spilling some on the table because you can’t line up the jug and the glass properly

and he watches as you sluggishly flop onto your couch after you’ve downed the water

“had enough of the bed?” he asks, sitting down next to you and brushing a few strands of hair away from your face

“hnnnnnngh,” you grumble and turn to face away from him, you just want to go back to sleep

then you remember this is your boss’s voice

and you reluctantly mumble, “it’s too warm…”

do you even know what you’re saying? you’re melting his heart

“oh, that so? it’s too hot over there?” aventurine snickers softly, his hand caressing your face, the cool fabric of his glove making you sigh in delight. “you’re so lovely.”

he recognizes the amount of trust you have in him to let him visit you when you’re sleeping, and it’s doing things to his stomach. you’re so lazy, so barely aware of your surroundings, but you trust him to be around you while you are in this state.

there is an urge, and he acts on it. he nuzzles against your cheek, rubbing your noses together and planting a small kiss on your forehead. he’s been dreaming of holding you like you’re his greatest treasure, but he’s never mustered up the courage to do it. 

maybe someday he will tell you, and then he’ll be allowed to adore you openly the way he’s always wanted to.

“my favorite snake,” he whispers to himself, feeling a shudder of affection throughout his bones, “sleep well. i’ll look forward to taking you out when you rise.”

[7ndipity]

Secret Crush

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How they would handle having a secret crush on reader who’s not a celebrity and/or only views them as a friend, so they can’t show their affection.

Warnings: lil angsty,

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anons who requested this! This is slightly similar to the falling for a friend hcs I did a while back, but I thought I’d try to cover the more unrequited aspects, though I'm not the best at those. Hope you like it anyway!

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Jin:

GUILT. He honestly feels so bad that he’s put you in this awkward of a situation, even though you don’t have a clue you’re even in an awkward situation.

As I said before, I think he would try to content himself with just being the best ‘best friend’ you could ever ask for.

Which works, until it doesn’t. Because the closer you get, the harder it is for him to hide his feelings.

He fusses/worries about you a lot.

Would probably get jealous surprisingly easy, but try and brush it off with comments like “They’re just not good enough for you.”

Yoongi:

I’ve said it before, if he doesn’t want you to know about something, you. will. never. know. and that’s especially true when it comes to this.

Even if he’s absolutely head over heels for you, you won’t catch on, bc he finds legitamite excuses for any questionable behavior he might display around you.

Becomes a bit standoff-ish at times, but if he ever sees you struggling with something or needing help, he’s there in an instant.

It honestly gives you whiplash how fast he goes from ‘I don’t care’ to ‘I care a lot actually’, but he claims he’s just trying to be a good friend.

Y’all probably fight a lot, but If anybody else ever hurts/upsets you tho, he will end them(only half joking).

Hobi:

Again, as I said before, he’s naturally a very affectionate person, so how he’d behave towards his crush wouldn’t be that different from how he is with his other friends.

But on the inside, I think he would be overanilyzing everything, trying to make sure he’s not overstepping any bounderies.

Very much the ‘suck it up and smile’ mentality, which isn’t exactly the best/healthiest approach, but he doesn’t care.

So long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

I actually think he would be one of the worst at this kind of dynamic, he’d either end up confessing or distancing himself.😥

Namjoon:

So conflicted.

Might try and distance himself from you at first, bc he thinks it’ll make it easier from him to get over you, but then he just feels lonely all the time, and he’d rather be with you than without you, so he just tries to suck it up and pretend everythings cool.

Which he’s pretty good at, to an extent.

Literally can not stand seeing you flirt or show interest in anyone else tho, like it makes him feel physically unwell. If you do, he’s ghosting for a bit.

You end up developing a very intense ‘on again, off again’ friendship, which results in more than a few fights between you😖

Jimin:

As usual, Jimin is the personification of confusion for me.

Bc he doesn’t exactly hide his feelings towards you, but he’s always tacking on the line of ‘as a friend’ to the end of everything to avoid looking suspisious.

Flirting is basically his second language tho and that will not change unless it makes you uncomfortable, and then he’s the image polite respectfulness.

He just always wants you to be comfortable and happy, but he can get a bit over protective at times for seemingly no reason.

Every now and then though, it starts to weigh on him a bit more and he gets a bit moody and distant.

Taehyung:

Acts completly normal, until he doesn’t.

Can go from beaming and having the best time with you to sad puppy in instant bc he caught himself going to hold your hand or smth, and he has the record scratch moment of ‘wait no, that’s not what friends do’.

Of course you catch these sudden drops in his mood, but he never tells you what’s going on, so you just try to stick closer to him to make him feel better.

Which only increases his frustration sometimes, but other times he can’t help indulging in the affection when he can get it.

Tends to feel guilty afterwards for not being honest with you, but he’d rather have you as just a friend than potentially not at all.

Jungkook:

Not the best at hiding his feelings, but he manages.

His main issue is that he gets jealous and overprotective very easily, but knows he can’t exactly keep you close without drawing attention to himself.

Has nearly gotten into several fights bc he didn’t like the way someone was looking at/treating you. You joke that he’s your guard dog, but he takes it seriously.

Similar to Joon, y’all would end up with this ‘on and off’ type relationship that goes from being super close to barely talking.

Another that I think would either end up confessing anyway, just to get it out there, or pulling away.

[sweet-as-an-angel]

I know you must be busy and have a lot of work to do, so dont feel pressured to respond !! 😊

Anyways, i have Dominic💓 brainrot 😫‼️‼️💔💔, and was wondering what hed think of a reader that has been raised in a lower/working-class household all of their life ?

Here we have a person that's not has had even a *taste* of luxury, their clothes being second-hand, thrifting becoming their past-time, and, havung had parents living paycheck-to-paycheck, would feel guilty for ever asking tjem for anything, and had starting working for Dominic because they were desperate to pay them back for all the sacrifices they msde for them in their childhood :((

And here we have Dominic, a successful, wealthy business man, secretly raising their wages, and the whole time reader feels sheepish and at times even *embarrassed*, overwhelmed by so much money ??

Especially whrn he slides in a thick envelope with a generous stack of cash into their back pocket with a charming wink, or buys them sometjing that they had mentioned wanting in a passing conversation as they had been sadly stating how they coupd never afford it, and Dominic saying that its absolutely—

—"Not a problem in the slightest, mon chéri. Why wouldn't I want to reward my favourite babysitter for their hard work?"— **oozing** charisma and smiling his dazzling, award-winning smile, and insisting that—

—"You shouldn't be fussing over trifles such as money. Hard work pays off, and you have been working very hard indeed." ... @@"" ",

Anon, you've hit the nail on the head with this one 🤭. Thank you so much for writing in and enjoying my Dominic content, it means the world to me <3 !

TW: Dominic, Manipulative Mentions of Weight Loss, Implied Smut, Dominic Being a Creep

♡ But yes, absolutely, Dominic would use his financial position as a means of dominance over you. Subtly, of course, so that you don't know he's being...unabashed his efforts to woo you. But prevalent enough that you still feel indebted - grateful - to him for all that he's done.

♡ The longer you know each other, the more personal - intimate - the gifts he gets you become. Speaking on that, he makes a habit to inadvertently reward behaviours he desires in you, such as cutting off friends, dumping your boyfriend, spending more time around him, etc.

♡ At first, the gifts are general - vague - and inconspicuous; they belie the true extent to which Dominic has memorised your tastes. Something like a low-price jumper he knows is your general style, something to keep you warm in winter. He'll give you a smile. "Can't have our favourite babysitter freezing up now, can we."

♡ Then, it'll be a pair of boots to go with the jumper - "So you won't have any difficulty getting to and from our house."

♡ It doesn't matter that you live right next door to each other. Dominic doesn't want you taking any chances.

♡ He'll use his assertiveness to trick you into believing you've "Gotten a little thinner these days. Are you eating properly?"

♡ He'll feign concern as he comes close to you, lifting your arms, apologising and faking a vague bashfulness as he apologises for overstepping. "French hospitality, I suppose," he says, averting his eyes for no longer than a second.

♡ And of course, you believe him. Of course, you don't see a problem with his behaviour, especially when he seems so concerned for your wellbeing.

♡ He won't let that lie, by the way. He'll keep telling you how you seem to keep dropping a size every time you see him. Eventually, he'll insist on taking you out to dinner.

♡ When you inevitably try to refuse his kindness, he'll whip out old reliable. "It was supposed to be Marilyn and I's dinner date, but she's..." he glances down the hall. Gives his brow a light yet chiselled furrow. He wonders if you can hear the fizz of the sedative in Marilyn's drink as he can, the sound fresh in his ears.

♡ "Sick, unfortunately."

♡ So now, obviously, Dominic is faced with a dilemma. But you have the solution.

♡ He asks you to accompany him — “I’ll pay for you, of course,” — to take Marilyn’s place.

♡ You resist at first. Tell him that you couldn’t possibly do that. But Dominic is the father of manipulation, and he’s nursed many a lie, watched the become their own adulterous identities, and knows exactly how to get you to go.

♡ “Please, you deserve a break. And besides, I don’t want to be seen eating all the lobster on my lonesome.”

♡ You succumb to his efforts. He tells you to get ready for your dinner date. You tell him you have nothing worthy of wearing.

♡ He knows this.

♡ He smiles. Brings you to a room that is filled to the brim in outfits he says that “Marilyn and I rarely use. Something here will be your size, I'm sure.”

♡ He’s made sure there is. He’s bought half a dozen suits and dresses in just your size — and a little over or under depending on how tightly he wants to see the fabric squeeze you — for this exact occasion. Of which he expects there to be multiple.

♡ He resists the temptation of watching you undress. Of seeing you so bare in his house.

♡ He settles for whatever little flashes of skin your outfit affords. All of which were bought with the sole intention of giving Dominic enough to work with for his midnight musings.

♡ This is not the last time Dominic will treat you to dinner, the last time he watches your eyes bulge out of your skull as you see the amount the bill comes down to — a luxury Dominic lets you see to really instill that sense of indebtedness.

♡ And each time, he tries to get you further and further over the threshold of his house. His room.

♡ When you get undressed and back into your ordinary clothes, Dominic tells you he’ll keep the outfit and wash it.

♡ You don’t know it’s yours yet.

♡ He doesn’t wash it. He all but bathed in the scent of you, mouthing the places your warmest, most intimate sorts would have been pressed against. He imagines you there, vividly.

♡ He wonders how much you’d be willing to bend to the will of his wealth. How much he can make you do until you’re entrenched in his affections, toffee-sweet and with all its viscosity.

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[silliestlittledemon]

Aziraphale as a caregiver headcanons!

• I think he already knows what age regression is when you tell him, maybe he doesnt fully understand it... but he's probaly read about somewhere and knows what the concept of it is.

• He would be very glad to be taking care of a little! He's very happy to make you happy.

• Would write all ur boundaries down in a little notebook to make sure he doesn't overstep any.

• Honestly he'd just be the sweetest and most gentle caregiver ever!? LOOK AT HIM! That's literally my dada:3

Random headcanons :)

• He'd give you a lot of praise and compliments, he wants to make sure you know you're loved and that you're the best kiddo ever! (Which, to everyone reading this, YOU ARE!!! ILY AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!)

• The amount of patience he has is unreal. Which makes him very good with tantrums, he's able to stay very calm and patient the entire time, being able to help you in the way you need :)

• He'd have a looot of rules, but all reasonable ones ofcourse. He just wants to make sure you're looked after properly.

• Finds every and any way to calm hyper littles down. He'd try to distract them with stuffies, sweets, anything to get them to quiet down. The biggest reason he does this is becauce he knows he cant survive running after a hyper toddler all day.

• Reads you a bedtime story every. single. night. and he probaly enjoys it even more then you do.

• Would definitely spoil you rotten and only feel a little teensy bit bad about it. He cant help it, he just loves making his little one happy.

• He has a very gentle touch, always making sure you're alright with him hugging you and touching you. He'd absolutely adore snuggling with you.

• He's so supportive and would be cheering you on on every little achievement, 'Oh you cleaned your room? Good job love!' 'Oh wow you brushed your teeth all on you're own? That's wonderful dear!' sjjsdj <3

Thas all! Yay I made more headcanons:3 Which i totally did not do cus im very little at the moment and can NOT sleep send help pls</3 I probaly jus need to put my phone away which i totally (wont) do in just a second. anyway this is so fun to write:D You guys have no idea how much comfort caregiver! Aziraphale gives me:< I wanna hug him so bad. Anway x2, im open for any requests! :3

Any k!nk or f3t!sh content DNI!!

[heygerald]

I've never had a submission before this, and you guys... it's the best thing I've ever gotten. S/o to @white-wolf-buckaroo for both her skills and her characterization of future Tom/Parker as parents. I had another ask recently that wanted me to talk about this exact topic (I'll get to it, I swear!) and Wolfie has come through for me.

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You’re the author and this is your story, and I absolutely respect that obviously, but I couldn’t get this scene out of my head so I had to write a short thingy about it (at least my writer’s block doesn’t affect all of my creativity lol); hope I don’t overstep here or anything 👉🏻👈🏻 I honestly don’t know where this came from (I suspect the chapter with Colt’s birthday party had something to do, and also my pinterest board, and I guess my hormones). Anyways, English isn’t my first language but I did my best lol 🙃 It for sure can be better, but I’ll send it to you just like how it first came out. I wrote it listening to ‘Birds of a Feather’ the whole bit, so that’s my vibe here lol.

Hope you like it G <3

The soft sound of the waves crashing against the shore at night echoed in the distance as the bonfire was lit. Marshmallows were help up high above the flames, just the right amount of time for them to turn golden on the outside before they took them back to eat them with the chocolate and the biscuits already prepared on a little table next to them. The golden glow of the fire before them kind of made their smiles even brighter as they shared a laugh when Tom burnt himself with one of the smores, but instead of complaining about them laughing at him, he just rolled his eyes, and he ended up smiling as well.

Summer nights were his favourites. Sure, he enjoyed building Legos inside when it was raining in Autumn, sitting by the fireplace cuddling Parker in the living room in Winter was something he loved, and enjoying the soft golden hue of the sun during the first days of Spring while laying on their massive couch was incredibly relaxing, but Summer nights were something else. Living in California, he had insisted pretty early on having a house by the beach, even if it was only for vacationing during the hotter months; he liked having a private place just for them to enjoy, to invite family over for a few days (Colt and Jody had been there more than once since they bought it) and for him and Parker to relax together all alone. The days they spent there always seemed slower, more relaxed and brighter; he felt at peace there, a place to be completely himself with the person he loved the most.

Only now, after a few years, it wasn’t just the two of them anymore.

The little girl in his lap giggled as he finished eating his smore, still pretending to burn himself a bit while doing so; she had her own sweet treat in her hands, forgotten while she laughed at his antics, getting her fingers all sticky. Parker reached out then with a tissue, sitting by their side; she had already finished her smore, and while she wiped their little girl’s hands clean, she cradled their sleeping baby boy in her lap with her other arm completely wrapped around him. His little face was squished against her chest, covered almost entirely by his golden locks that looked just as Tom’s, snoring softly while his older sister still giggled in Tom’s lap.

Parker watched them as Tom finished their daughter’s smore in one bite while she telling Parker something about a seashell she had found, and he looked innocently away when she protested at it being gone. They laughed again, and Tom tickled her, making her erupt into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Although most parents wouldn’t let their children have that much sugar that late at night, when their daughter asked for more marshmallows, they gave in almost instantly; they were having too much fun to say no anyways. They had had a wonderful day building sand castles, swimming in the ocean and eating ice lollies, and now with the bonfire, Tom silently wished that his summers would always be like this for the rest of his life; sure, his job gratified him, he enjoyed himself when he went out with friends from time to time, but ever since Parker entered his life, and even more since they started a family together, he realized more and more every passing day that he didn’t need anything else to be happy.

Years ago a sappy thought like that would have made him gag, most probably, because the only thing he could think about was to become a famous and successful actor. That was his goal, and that was completely fine back then, because he was young, and he wanted to become something for himself, by himself. And he actually did; he would have been happy to go on like that with the rest of his life for… well, forever. He wasn’t interested in having a ‘permanent’ partner (why limit the fun?) or even get married or have children; those things seemed unimportant, until he found the woman he now calls his soulmate.

Parker cradled their son in her lap, with her hand absentmindedly stroking his hair, and he wished to never forget that moment: her soft smile, how her eyes shone with the small bonfire they had improvised in their backyard in the sand, and how she kissed their daughters cheek sweetly to thank her when she shifted over to her to hand her half of her new marshmallow. The heat from the flames in front of him was nothing compared to the warmth he felt in his chest while looking at those three people: his partner, love of his life, his woman, his forever, and their babies, who had become his entire world. He took pride in the awards he had won, the roles he had played over the years, and everything he had achieved on his own since he first stepped a foot in California, but the family he and Parker had created together? That was by far the greatest achievement.

When it was starting to get late, and their daughter began to rub her eyes tiredly even though she insisted on playing with them a bit more, they packed everything up to go back inside the house, promising her that they could play more in the morning. She accepted reluctantly, making a face she had one hundred percent gotten from Parker (she also shared that expression with Colt; she was a Seavers through and through), but she insisted on walking to the house herself; Tom missed the times she insisted on being carried all the time, always snuggling in his arms looking ridiculously small and sweet (which she still did, to be honest), back when she wasn’t telling everyone that she was ‘a big girl’ ever since her fourth birthday.

Parker noticed this, just like everything about him because she always got him like anyone ever did, and so she handed him their son, still sleeping; he accepted him in his arms, cradling him to his slightly exposed chest. His baby stirred a bit, complaining about the sudden movement, but Tom shushed him softly holding him lovingly, and the boy went back to sleep the moment his chubby cheek laid against Tom’s warm skin. Parker kissed their baby’s forehead, and then Tom’s cheek, before going after their daughter, who was walking (more like stumbling) through the sand, scooping her up when she reached her. Parker turned around back to him then, both her and their daughter looking over at him still standing by the now small flames of the bonfire; they called for him to join them, and he didn’t need to be told twice.

Oh these Summer nights. They were just perfect.

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OKAY. Screaming. Crying. Throwing up because???? This is BEAUTIFUL! I've never had someone submit something to me before, and I am literally going crazy over this.

Wolfie, it is amazing. It's so heartfelt. So Parker coded. Everything I want for them in the future. I love it. I love it. I love it. Thank you eternally for your bravory and skills, as well as your constant interactions and love. I hope this cures your writing block, and am so flattered you chose to use my oc to work on it.

ETERNAL HUGS AND KISSES.

[artzychic27]

AU where Austin T is a cute alien creature who looks like his Love Bug form, and he crash lands on Earth, discovering the cutest boy and his name is Jean. He becomes Jean's protector and boyfriend.

Jean is just out in his balcony (Because let’s be for real, this boy for sure has a Juliet balcony connected to his bedroom) when he sees a strange shooting star in the sky and witnesses it crash in his backyard

And Dejah handles everything with his patented calmness

Dejah: WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT HAPPENED?! I WAS GONNA PAY A GUY TO BUILD A PATIO RIGHT THERE!

Jean heads outside and finds a pink meteor. Of course, he touches it becuase why not? And it cracks open to reveal probably the cutest person Jean has ever laid his eyes on

Love Bug: *Just standing there*

Jean: Hehehehe, pretty alien boy in my backyard.

Dejah: Damn, I guess we’re keeping him, then.

Like the simp he is, Jean doesn’t freak out, because, again, there’s a pretty alien boy in his backyard speaking in cute little chirps and purring

But, he does go into Pansexual Panic™️ when he kisses him out of nowhere and starts speaking French (Teen Titans reference, anyone?)

Dejah: … Screw this. Alien, or not. Where’s my shotgun?

He explains his situation- His planet was under siege, his parents sent him to the planet furthest away, he crash landed in their backyard, blah blah blah, and his name is Austin

Jean: Please, dad?

Dejah: Uh…

Jean: *Puppy eyes*

Dejah: Are you gonna feed and take care of him?

Jean: YES! I WILL! What do you eat?

Austin T: What’s known to your kind as compliments and affection.

Dejah: … Alright, looks like you’re staying.

Fortunately, people on Austin’s planet are able to shapeshift, so he can walk around the city without attracting any unwanted attention

Austin T: *In human form* What do you think?

Jean:

So, the next morning, Jean takes Austin for a walk around Paris just to show him around, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by his friends

Lacey: Jean Duparc, when did you go and find yourself this absolute cutie?!

Ismael: His hair looks so fluffy!

Marc: I kinda want to hug him. I don’t know why.

Denise: Guys, I’m not joking, there is just a sparkle filter around him.

Cosette: I’ll just say what we’re all thinking. He smells like cotton candy!

Simon: I don’t mean to overstep, but may I squish your face?

So, the Science Kids love Austin and adopt him on the spot

It’s not long before Dejah enrolls him into DuPont as an “exchange student” and he ends up in Mme. Mendeleiv’s class

Just when Jean thinks Austin can’t get any better, he lifts Louis up off the floor by the front of his shirt when he heckles Jean for one of their performances and threatens him

Aurore: I know I’m a lesbian… But that was fucking hot!

Another thing about Austin's species is they're known to imprint on those they feel a strong connection to. In Austin's case, Jean. When the person they've imprinted on gets threatened, they lash out and neutralize the threat. And he can feel any emotional distress coming from Jean

Anyway, one day during school, Austin temporarily shifts back into his normal form while in the locker room. Unfortunately, Kim walks in and yells, “AKUMA!”

Because he’s panicked, Austin can’t shapeshift back into his disguised form without shifting back, and when Ladybug and Chat Noir see that there is no Akuma, people will learn Austin’s an alien and he’ll be taken away

And Jean definitely can’t fake Austin being akumatized on his own so… He’s gotta tell his friends

Jean: Guys… Austin’s an alien.

Cosette: We know.

Jean: You knew?!

Simon: You think you were fooling us with that “exchange student” bit? Please, think better of us.

Lacey: Also, I saw his eyes turn pink.

Mireille: He purrs.

Marc: He doesn’t know what an apple is.

Zoé: He knows an awful lot about astronomy.

Aurore: He wasn’t sneaky with the shapeshifting, becuase he had two right hands.

Cosette: And he was clueless in biology class.

Marc: But, yeah, we’ll help you. I just hinted to Nathaniel that I’d like him to make me origami butterflies, one white and one purple.

Ismael: And I’ve got purple smoke bombs. Just give me the cue.

Denise: What about the Miracle Cure?

Ismael: Ah, I don’t know, just flip a few things over and then quickly put them back upright while the ladybugs are going around. I think we’re set.

It works!

Now there are more people who can create cover stories for Austin! And it comes in handy during that time of the month when adolescents on Austin’s planet turn into ravenous less-than-adorable versions of themselves and become very possessive of those they’ve imprinted on (Or go out seeking potential mates if they haven't imprinted yet)

[theghostbunnie]

Since you already talked about your Harrison and Nerris hcs (which I love wholeheartedly <3), I wanted to ask if you have any specific Preston hcs?

AAAA SO SORRY I'VE LET MY ASKS IN MY INBOX COLLECT SO MUCH DUST/GEN

Also tysm I'm so happy you enjoyed them 💓

CW: death mentions, mentions of loss.

I was having a conversation with @redheadedratt when I absorbed some of their's and thought of some of these !!

They told me they HC both of Preston's parents are dead, his father before he was old enough to remember him well and his mother years after fell ill but they were deeply in love and she spoke very fondly of him.

I can't explain it but him being raised by his mother and grandma in his formative years makes alot of sense to me he has those vibes.

I was being withheld information/jjj thought this was funny asked 2 share, anyways

When his mother passes death is still an odd thing he's too young to fully grasp so he became infatuated with depictions of not only loss, but romance, reuniting ect based around his grief and love for hisown parents being gone and their love story. It was his way of coping with it all while being too young to understand. Like he had a big love for theater before this but this had an effect on his art.

He has an infatuation with death in what I perceive as almost a strictly artistic way all throughout the show, obviously with his play "Romeo and Juliet 2: Love resurrected" but also in the commercial he makes in the fundraiser episode his immediate go-to for grabbing viewer's attention is to talk about the potential death of children. Yes I know the whole point to begin with was they were trying to guilt trip an audience but he wrote and directed this project himself surrounding death as his personal go-to.

• Not much of a HC as it is an observation but I love how fluid his exspression is, he's had the most drastic and plentiful outfit changes throughout the series from the football gear, to the leather jacket and backwards cap, to the historical looking full makeup and gown.

Which kinda slips me into this next HC • I think he loves history but has no care for historical accuracy like whatsoever as that "stunts his creative flow" but simultaneously would absolutely pick and choose when to call out historical inaccuracies in other people's work. (proofreads Neil's fanfictions without permission probs lol)

I think Max, Neil, Nerris and Preston all have varying control issues but in very different ways and Preston's is more he'll accidentally overstep a boundary without realizing and try advising people, but mostly keeps his perfectism and temper around things not going as he planned to hisown plans. Like, he only has controlling issues with things agreed he had the biggest say in. It ties into his want to be a director and writer and often stuck with peers who are terrible with following said direction and being a child himself he's not gonna handle it with maturity, he's gonna throw a fit.

Again this is really only strictly tied to things he think he should be in charge of and doesn't just extend to his everyday interactions with people too much.

• Can't tell if this is more observation or HC but he'd pick being a screenwriter or director over being an actor and if he ever got an acting role in someone else's play he'd be trying left and right to make suggestions to it and his character and really overstep without realizing it.

• I don't think he can read a room or have a filter on for the life of him not only would he openly talk about any dark or uncomfortable topics it'd be in the form of out of pocket as hell comments in a really dramatic voice too

[in2thenewworld]

Hi! Can I get a matchup for Devil May Cry

I am female, she/her, 25 years old, bisexual, ENFP.

I am a very ambitious person that loves to learn new things, I am an artist by profession and finished 2 art schools. I am a big art history nerd and love to talk about artsy and philosophical things. I am very extrovert and love to meet new people, I love going out and taking long walks. My main hobbies are video games, writing, reading, watching anime and movies and lifting. I am very friendly, love hearing out other people and I always try to understand their side and how they feel. I am very sensitive and tend to easily get attached to people. Romance wise I struggle to show affection to my partner, however I show it trough gift giving rather than physical touch or trough words. Overall in relationships I am very communicative and will always bring up issues or understand if my partner has issues with me and I will try to fix them always.

Appearance: medium length red hair, a mole above my lip, chubby build and short, pale skin and hazel eyes, 5'2 (I am very short). What I seek in a partner is someone understanding of my issues, I suffer from BPD, anxiety, OCD and depression and it's essential for me to have a partner who is patient and can support me when it gets bad.

Heya!! Sorry it’s been a hot minute, I’ve been working on this gradually since I got the request I hope it’s to your liking c:

Here’s to striking up a new spark!

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…

your match is…

TRISH!

* Trish admires your character. You’re ambitious, headstrong and well intentioned. There’s something about you that instantly draws her in, and then she can’t turn away. It’s not very often someone is able to catch her attention so much and so quickly. You’re already ticking her boxes with one conversation- although it’ll take a lot longer than one conversation if you want to truly crack her. It’s going to be a slow burn relationship.

* Direct communication is an absolute must for Trish, so you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t like to imply. She doesn’t like when she has to read what people mean when they say something else. If you want something, ask. If there’s a problem, speak up. She’s not going to take offence to that. She may come off intimidating to strangers, but her heart is good, and even better to those she loves most.

* Trish is calm and patient by nature, but will never overstep her boundaries. She can read you very well once you get close, and she’s not overly the mother type anyway- that’s a stereotype she’s not too fond of being read as. She’s just the perfect amount of caring. No more, no less.

* She’s always got sound advice. She can tell it like it is, but not so bluntly that an unwanted response will come off mean. She’s your rock, she’s here to support you. In return, you support her in her own times of need.

* You’re an extrovert? Now you have a scary dog! Congrats! When I tell you she would let the world BURN for you. If you want protective, you got it.

* Nico most definitely catches you staring at Trish and proceeds to make fun of you for it. Will call you guys things like “lovebirds” and what not.

* Trish has expensive taste and that includes when buying for her lover. Prepare to be spoiled with not only lavish but also the most well thought out gifts ever. And she absolutely adores and treasures anything you give her.

* Philosophical talks are a total go for Trish. She loves to hear you, you love to hear her. She can be quite mature and intellectual so having someone on her level to communicate with is the key.

* Trish can be quite witty, so even if she isn’t the loudest, she can totally gel with the extroverts.

* She uses your artistic talents to her and everyone else’s advantage- by which I mean you decorate the dmc office together because Dante refuses to have an eye for interior design.

* You’ll probably find yourself on a lot of far out missions with her, seeing, surveying and fighting in the new places the gang haven’t been to yet

* Bonus points if you know some background about the history of said place!

* You’re occasionally in charge of a group movie night now, and everyone adores it. Dmc family bonding time!

* Trish is the more affectionate one but she can read the room, so she knows when to lay off if need be.

[russeliarat]

You are absolutely deserving of support and comfort. We may not know each other very well, but I do think of you as a friend (please forgive me if this is overstepping), and my life is objectively better for your presence in it. If you ever did something drastic and vanished from my world, I would be devastated… and unless someone posted on your account to explain what happened, I would never know what became of you. I can't even begin to imagine what the people closest to you would feel, how much bigger the void in their hearts would be, compared to mine. The world and everyone in it would persist, less whole for the loss of you. Of course, I'm not telling you to live your life for the sake of other people. There is nothing that would make me happier than you living joyfully for its own sake. I'm probably over-sharing here, but my own lowest point, I made a few half-hearted attempts to kill myself... I was lucky that there was someone to kick my ass, drive me to classes, and keep me fed. I don't know where I'd be, now, if a friend hadn't lit a fire under me. But even though I still have depressive days, does it help at all to hear that I'm in a much better place, now? I think you can get to that place, too, where you can look back at the point where your existence was the most miserable, and be glad you carried on living anyway. There are far too many people you haven't had the chance to meet, yet, people that will grow to love you--and also too many experiences down the line that would be worth holding on for. It absolutely can get better. It does get better. I hope that working towards a future like that can be enough to sustain you for now, and I hope it helps to know that you're cherished. I'm truly privileged to have met you.

I never thought I'd be able to actually affect anyone in a way that suggests I have for you. At least in my real life experiences away from social media, it's almost as if my friends aren't truly my friends and that they can leave me at the drop of a hat - that's how insignificant I am. I've been convinced for so long that I could never be so important that I would upset someone upon my death, not even if it were from natural causes or illness. It's funny how I believe people on the internet I've known for a year moreso than the people I would've known for coming up to five years. And I think I'd like to call you a friend, but friend seems like too little of a title. I wish there was a word between platonic and romance, where you trust someone so very deeply because there's so many unnamed levels and tiers to friendship.

I hate to admit it but it feels like I'm living only for me and I feel so incredibly selfish for it, but I know it's because I'm so deeply untrusting of everyone around me. I hope I can find a person who can help me as much as yours did, I feel like I truly do need one right now. They sound like such a wonderful person. Never feel like you're oversharing, it was quite nice to hear something so personal and be able to relate it to myself, despite how sad it is that it's a shared experience.

And YOU feel privileged to have met ME? I feel that needs to be the other way around because there's no way I'm deserving of any kind of honour like that. If anything, meeting and interacting with you is a privilege, you're an amazing author, artist, PERSON, you're such an inspiration to me and my work, it's unbelievable that's even a comment that could be written from your screen to mine.

[absolutesort]

FRANKIE & MALI — DAY TWENTY-EIGHT.

location :   day beds.  time : mid-day.

featuring :     mali @inquixotic​

mali wattapohn.

"darling, you must tell me everything i've missed up until now." her voice is saccharine sweet, as if they've been friends for ages and hadn't only met an hour ago. "now, i know you are practically moved in with callie already, and i don't want to split up anything good," they smile sweetly. "who do you think needs the attention the most?"  

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.

everything. that's kind of a loaded question. "uh..." frankie pauses, attempting to remember further back than what she ate for breakfast  ( pancakes and a protein shake ).  "i mean... i'm not sure how much help i can be. this is my fifth day in the villa, and i'm not even in the villa, so..." she sips on the straw of her water bottle, rolling onto her side to look at mali. is she really gonna ask her who to graft? isn't that supposed to be their job?  "i think you should go for josh. him and jenny are not solid. maddox is an easy option, because he's in a friendship couple. marcus and romi aren't really solid either." if you could call seeing your ex fuck someone else in the kitchen like, the same day they broke up with you as not really solid. "and i can vouch that he's a good kisser."

mali wattapohn.

"yes, but so much has happened in those five days," they press, widening her eyes until they resemble the 🥺 emoji. "just look at you and callie, i mean..." a wistful sigh, as if that's something she'd genuinely want for herself. to mali, they feel a little vanilla. they nod along with her assessment, humming thoughtfully. she's had that pegged, too, but it's good to hear confirmation from someone who's actually been in the villa with them, too. "you can? color me intrigued." she sits forward with interest, completely pulling her sunglasses off her head to tossle her hair. "marcus seems like such a sweetheart, too. i'm sure everyone's got their eye on him. was that during one of the little party games?" she asks innocently, chattering away a mile a minute, ever so casually checking frankie out. "they just look so fun. lovely way to figure out who's your type when everyone is so gorgeous, right?"

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.

she pointedly avoids the question, or rather statement, about her and callie. all she needs is another bombshell poking in their head into her relationship, looking for the cracks. "yeah, it was during a game. he was quite handsy, which i like. obviously, i'm way into callie, but things aren't like, super locked down so i probably would've ended up kissing him at some point anyway," she admits, despite vehemently denying it to naomi just yesterday.  still, admitting that you would kiss someone and actually kissing them is a big difference. "we're on love island, and if there's chemistry and you're feeling it, you just kinda have to go with it, y'know?"  she can't really work mali out yet. she's not even sure if that's actually her name. introductions happened so fast, and now frankie's still playing catch up. "oh, they're super fun. no stakes making out, exactly my kinda party. feels like being in college." or at least, the experience of college her friends had. frankie never got to go. "okay, who are your top three, right off the bat, if you had to make out with someone right now?"

mali wattapohn.

"is he now?" now that's a fun tidbit, that she'll have to file away for later. "well, he probably just moved a spot up on my list, then," she laughs, before cutting it a little short, looking with some wide eyed concern at frankie. "so long as that is not overstepping, you know. if you're interested in him, i can focus on maddox and josh instead." her shrug is easy, as if she really would drop him like that. "absolutely agreed. i think the most important thing is you follow your gut, of course, but that you're with someone who makes you feel good. physically and emotionally, too." her top three makes her pause, stretching out as she thinks that through, her smile feline in nature. "off the bat, i'd say marcus, maddox, and...josh?" there's a question in her voice, her gaze moving back to frankie with a teasing smile. "unless this is an invitation, of course, and then you're obviously number one."

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.

tongue sliding over her teeth, she attempts to remember the night of the party, where they'd kissed, twice she thinks, in games that felt a little too real. "it was just after romi fucked maddox, so he was kinda going for it." frankie smirks, somehow rendered girlish by this cutesy conversation about boys despite herself. "no, no. don't be silly!" she's quick to deflect, waving mali's concerns off with a bat of her hand. "if you wanna go for marcus, you jump straight on him. catch that dick, girl." she's pretty sure mali would anyway. these bombshells mean business ; they've been picked specifically because they've got game. "i'm so not in the business of telling someone not to graft. we're all here for one thing, and you've gotta test shit out to see what sticks, you know?" or at least, that's frankie's persepective on the situation — though she'd be lying if she claimed she didn't wish she was sharing a bed with callie tonight. frankie zones out a little when the usual answers come to mind, though her ears perk up like a little dog at the comment tagged on the end. "you go for girls? that's hot. for some reason, i didn't peg you as a card-carrying bisexual. maybe because you're not wearing the badge." her jokes could use a little work. at least callie has the decency to laugh at them. 

mali wattapohn.

"oh, right. that sure was something to watch," she chuckles, a little uncertain about how that had actually played out in the villa. getting only the highlights from the episode felt a little weird. "well, i hope he's brought that same kind of energy to this. he's too gorgeous to be single for long, you know?" mali gives a broad grin at her assuring her not to worry about her if she wants to graft, and she flips her sunglasses to the top of her head. "ugh, i'm so happy to hear you say that. i felt a little like everyone would be on edge, so i've been trying to be careful, you know, and that's just simply not my style." she gives graceful shrug of her shoulders. "i just want something fun for once, like easy." frankie's joke pulls a chuckle out of her, though not necessarily any surprise. most people didn't think she was gay in the slightest, due to their extremely feminine nature. "left it at home, actually," she returns, with a sweet smile. "i usually just say queer, for simplicity. it explains my gender and my attraction, you know? i do have a soft spot for strong women, though, not sure anyone can resist."

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.

“marcus is gorgeous.” at this point, frankie’s a bit sick of hearing it— not because she’s not happy for him, he deserves all the attention he’s getting — but because with every new islander she talks to, it’s the same old tune. yeah, marcus is great. next?  at mali’s suggestion that she’s on edge, frankie’s already shaking her head, attempting to reassure her that they’re not all gonna be cunts about it. “nah, dude. don’t even sweat it. you gotta do your thing, and if they don’t like it, that’s a them problem.  they’d be an idiot to not find you hitting on them flattering.”  even if they’re not exactly thriving at the idea of sharing a bed with a bombshell, some stranger all up in your grill.  “our time here is short.  the only thing being careful guarantees is a plane ticket straight back home.” shrugging, frankie takes another sip from her branded water bottle, eyes lazily scanning around the villa before returning to mali, voice lowered to a half-whisper, the two of them co-conspirators. “if it’s fun you’re after, you should probably go for maddox. no offence to marcus, but i think he’s going for the wife and kids kinda vibe. but if that’s what you mean by fun, then fair.” personally, frankie can’t think of anything more suffocating. if callie so much as speaks about buying a place together she’ll be slamming her hands over her ears.  dogs on the other hand, she’s down for. two dogs and a van and a map of south america sounds like her kinda post-love island gig. “oh! so are you, like, non-binary? that’s tight. d'you have like, pronouns?” frankie doesn’t meet too many LGBTQ+ people in yachting, it’s pretty much straight people central, (aside from that one charter guest who’d got a little too handsy and almost cost her a job) which is part of the reason she’d come on the show.  “strong women?”  frankie scoffs.  “as opposed to what? weak women? dude, all women are strong women when you consider the shit men put us through on the daily.”

mali wattapohn.

"well, obviously." she knows what she looks like. they're gorgeous, they have virtually everything. what's not to find flattering? "but even still, i'm not trying to be a cunt about it, you know?" she's going to have permission for every steal of theirs she has, thank you very much. "yeah, i suspected as much. weird for how young he is. i'm not sure i want to be married off, so maddox and josh were next on the list." her confirming that maddox is fun confirms what she's expected of him from his stint on the show, a reputation but little in the way of connection. the way frankie says wife and kids, though, makes her laugh because she almost makes it sound like it's the worst thing to want if you also want fun. "yes, more or less. i like she, i like they. neither more than the other, so long as it is not he," she laughs. they're only really a woman in the way that it matters to other people, like how she presents, anyways. "all women are strong but not all women can bench me," she rolls her eyes at how metaphorical frankie takes it.

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.

shifting on the daybed, frankie tries to get comfortable, switching from lying on her back to shifting onto her elbow, her body angled towards mali.  “maybe he doesn’t,” frankie shrugs, backtracking, because come to think of it she’s never had a serious chat with marcus about what he wants out of this. “i’m not spitting facts. just caught that vibe.” it’s hard to gauge what mali’s vibe is — it was similar with adela — whether the gentle dipping of a toe in the water is them wanting her, or them wanting a ticket back to the villa. it feels like every bombshell (save miles and valerie) has come in with the impression that frankie’s married off, a no-go zone, and while that’s half-true, it doesn’t mean she’s immune to the feeling of eyes on her, or that she’ll shun any bit of attention directed her way. she’s not a prude, or a nun, and on the outside, four days into a relationship she wouldn't think twice about hooking up with some random at a club. it's four days, that's like nothing—but a relationship in love island feels heavier, somehow. “oh, so you’re talking about physically strong. yeah, dude, i can do that.” her eyes roll over mali, sizing her up–she’s teeny tiny– if she can bench callie, she can certainly bench mali. frankie almost offers, but then second-guesses herself. probably not a good look, especially on the first day in casa. “so are you saying your type is like, pop-eye but with tits?” smirking, she flexes her bicep. “not trying to gloat, but this morning i opened a jar of nutella all by myself.”

mali wattapohn.

"i'll chat with him about it myself," she says serenely, sure she'll have the time soon anyways. "if it works, it works and if it doesn't, it doesn't. i'm just happy to have a shot." the way frankie's eyes go over here feels almost appraising, less like actually checking mali out, and they giggle at the calculating look on her face. "lucky me. you'll have to show me how much you can lift later," it's lightly flirty, not quite walking on eggshells based on frankie's own attitude, but she's seen how serious she and callie got in, what, three days? she's not looking to get left out to dry. at her flexing, mali does give her an appraising glance over, letting her eyes wander for only a beat too long. "ooh, she can open her own jars?" there's a teasing smirk, a light, slightly sarcastic fanning of herself, as if frankie's too hot for them. "pop-eye with great tits, preferably." she's definitely not talking about frankie herself or anything, definitely has not noticed how spectacular her boobs actually are. "and a little more ass than he has."

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨.

with the way mali's speaking to her, she feels like a slicked up fireman in a middle-aged housewives fantasy. sure, it's objectifying, but not necessarily in a bad way. maybe there's some truth in porn, even if it is unethical. most women just want someone strong and sexy to make them feel protected, like there's somebody fighting their corner who cares enough to make them come. "i can bench 120, i think. but i can try more." she's never against upping the ante to impress someone hot. "josh obviously knocks me out of the water, every time. it's kinda depressing. but men are also built different, not just in a men are trash way, but like, their bodies are literally better set up for it." it's why they don't do mixed-gender olympics, which, while it sucks, she can see the logic behind. but she backs herself against men, she still thinks she could throttle most of the guys here in a sprint, if she hadn't been holding her breath underwater beforehand, would probably have beaten miles if she hadn't eaten that burger. at least that's what she's telling herself. her desire for competition is snagged by her desire to be wanted when mali makes a comment about tits, which feels personal, rather than neutral and non-specific. laughing, a little nervously, she reaches for the bottle of sun cream to have something to do with her hands, squeezes a dollop out and begins rubbing it against her shoulder. "well you're shit out of luck there, because i have neither of those things." tits and ass, she means. "this is actually a body suit i zip on every morning. i'm like larry king under here."

[dumplingsjinson]

I haven't seen many bodyguard type of prompts so...may I ask for one?

List of “so now I apparently have someone who’s supposed to protect me because I’m incapable of protecting myself” prompts

“I’ll protect you, I swear.” “Well, you’d better, because you’re not getting paid if I die.” 

“Now, why would they hire you as my bodyguard? You look like you’d break in half if someone so much as kicked you.” “Well, my blackbelt says otherwise.” 

“You have a soft spot for me, don’t you?” “I don’t.” “You answered too quickly for that to be the truth.”

“I didn’t realise you were this soft.” “I’m not soft.” “Sure, keep lying to yourself then.” 

“Don’t fucking die on me, I swear to God!” “…It’s literally a paper cut, I’m fine.” “Yeah, but— but a paper cut can still cause life threatening complications!” 

“People think you’re scary but really, you’re just a soft marshmallow, all soft and mushy on the inside and burnt on the outside.” “…Are you comparing me to a roasted marshmallow?” 

“I didn’t ask for you to protect me! I didn’t— I didn’t ask for any of this.” 

“I don’t want you getting hurt because of me anymore, so I’m firing you. You’ll no longer work for me.” “That’s not for you to decide. I’m staying right here until I’m absolutely sure you’ll be okay.” “…Why the hell do you have to be so stubborn? What part of I don’t want you getting hurt don’t you understand?!” 

“I think you can use those strong arms of yours to do plenty of other things with me, if you catch my drift.” 

“You’re paid to care about me, let’s not forget that, so don’t overstep your boundaries.” 

“I asked you to teach me how to defend myself, but how the fuck did we end up in this very weird and very compromising position and most important of all, why do I kind of like it?”

“Why the fuck are they standing in the room while we’re trying to get it on?” “Well, they’re… They’re supposed to be there to protect me so I can’t do much about it.” “What, so they’re just gonna watch us fuck?”

“You know you don’t have to keep watch over me all the time, right? Especially when I’m about to go to town with someone.” “They might end up harming you for all I know; I’m not risking it.”

“Just admit it: you’re jealous because I’m out here fucking around with other people and you don’t want that to happen.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I said get out of the way! What are you doing?!” “I can’t let you get hurt.” “And I can’t let you get hurt, either!”

“My job is to protect you so if you think I’m doing this because I care then you’re wrong.” “Don’t— you don’t mean that.” 

“You’re like, the only friend I have, even though you’re paid to be here. So, please don’t leave…”

“It’s not about the money anymore. It’s because I fucking care about you. So please, don’t tell me to leave, and please don’t tell me to not get hurt because I won’t be able to bear it if you’re the one who gets hurt.” 

“Why do you care, anyway?” “Because I’m kind of paid to do so and if I don’t, then I lose my job? And your family pays well, so…”

“Tell me you don’t feel the same way as I do.” “…I’m not supposed to feel the same way as you do.” 

“What are you doing?! Put me down!” “Not until you promise me you won’t run away again.” 

“Fuck! Why’d you kick me?! I was literally just injured—” “Don’t you fucking do that again, you asshole!” “But it’s my job—” “I don’t care, just stop getting injured because of me! How are you supposed to protect me if this keeps happening?!” “But that’s the point of what I do. It’s why I’m even here in the first place.” 

“I leave for five seconds and you end up in the hospital. Are you kidding me?” “Look, I thought I could climb that tree to save that poor kitten. I’ll have you know I was an agile kid back then!” “…My God, what am I going to do with you?” 

“I swear if you actually die—” “Relax, it’s just a bullet to the leg. I’ll survive.” “You idiot—”

“You’re stressing me the hell out and I’ve only been doing this for a week.” 

“How stupid are you?! You could have died!” “…Are you yelling at me right now?” “Only because I’m worried about you.” “Since when did you ever worry about me?” “Since the very fucking start, that’s when.” 

“Can you pretend to value your life for one goddamned second so I don’t have to constantly worry about you?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” “I’m tired. Can’t you piggyback me?” “No.” …. “You can never say no to me, can you?” “Shut up.”

“Why can’t you just leave me alone while I’m fucking crying?!” “…I’ve a feeling that’s the exact opposite of what you want.”

“God, why don’t you ever listen to me? Stay. Don’t go.”

“Why do I have a feeling you’ve never learned to ask for things nicely?”

“It was the danger of the situation which caused a sudden rush of adrenaline which caused me to kiss you so it didn’t actually mean anything!”

“I’m grateful to you for protecting me but I also want you to take care of yourself, yeah?”

“Fuck, wake up— I told you not to die for me—”

“…That goes beyond what a usual bodyguard would do and I think you’re well aware of that.”

“You sometimes make me feel like a damned babysitter.”

“You were hired to watch over me. You do realise that, right? So I want you to keep your eyes on me at all times.” 

“You’re always so gentle with me. Why? Do you think I’m that fragile?” 

“Since you’re responsible for my life anyway, why not become responsible for me as a whole?”

“Are we going to pretend like you didn’t confess to me because you thought I was dying?” “Well, you ended up okay so it doesn’t count. People say stupid things when they’re panicking.” 

“Why are you straddling me?” “Because I’m practicing self-defence?” “I can easily throw you off of me. You know that, right?” “But I know you wouldn’t.”

“You know I like it rough, right?” “…Excuse me?” “Well, considering the position we’re in, I think we can take advantage of that, no?” 

“This is strictly a client-customer relationship.” “That’s a fucking lie and you know it.”

“Your clumsiness is your biggest enemy at this point.” “I’m not that clumsy!” “This is the third time you’ve injured yourself this week.”

“Really, what are you going to do without me here, making sure you don’t accidentally knock yourself out?” 

“You want me to stay?” “Just… For tonight. I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“You make me worry for everyone else’s safety.” 

“Can’t you stay?” “My job here is done. There’s no reason for me to stay—” “Not even for me?” 

“You need to let loose a little. Look at you! You’re so tense! How can you live like that?” … “Okay, so maybe you shouldn’t let loose too much. Lesson learned.” 

“You’re scaring everyone away!” “Well, it’s good to know I’m a natural threat eliminator.” 

“You were hurt because of me.” “As long as you’re safe then it doesn’t matter what happens to me.” 

“…I get you’re trying to take care of me but have you considered leaving me alone? I think I can recover quicker that way.” “But you nearly died protecting—” “I think I might actually die if I have to eat one more meal made by you.”

“I don’t get paid enough for this.” 

“You’re going to be the death of me and I mean that literally.” 

“I don’t need you.” “What happened just then proves you otherwise.” 

“You did not have to hit them that hard. They weren’t even a threat!” “You didn’t seem comfortable talking to them so I had to do something about it. It’s in my job description.” 

“How about I be your bodyguard for one day? Like, a role reversal thing?” “Not if I want us both to stay alive.” 

“Wait, why are you leaving?” “Because you’re about to change and I’m not going to stand around watching that happen.” “What if someone climbs through the window and tries to kill me? Will you take responsibility for that?”

”If you really do think of me as just your cliental or whatever the fuck you want to call me then there was no reason for you to kiss me that hard back there.”

“If you’re the one who protects me, then who’s going to protect you?” “I don’t need protecting, unlike some people. For one, I don’t trip over thin air on a daily basis.” “…You know what? Fuck you.” 

[angelic-dew]

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A/N: hello simps. I'm back but not for long :) I haven't updated in like 2 months? Yall thought I was dead or something.. school is just tough so sorry at least once a month I'll post or try to,, anyways, enjoy. SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES DYSLEXIA IS A BITCH

Gender: G/N

Writing type: fluff & VERY slight lime.

Pairing: BEN DROWNED, Eyeless Jack, Slenderman, Toby, Laughing Jack, Jeff the killer × Reader // part. 1 ??

Tw: none but the creepypastas being jealous ok maybe some killing

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Ben

(🎮) doesn't wanna admit he's jealous of the person. Don't get him wrong he wants to kill him/her ,but just can't. You might yell at him and doesn't want his baby to be mad

(🎮)hides his jealous eyes under his hair like that's gonna help and with the veins popping out on his forehead as well as clenched fists, no way that's gonna help him

(🎮)You can always tell when he's jealous

(🎮) he could say he's busy ,but when you're talking to the next person he's suddenly not busy and is ready to do anything,, strange

(🎮) if things get too out of hand BEN would come up and put his hand around your waist, and straight up start to place soft kisses on your neck. Is doing this with the cocky-ist smirk on his face btw

(🎮) tries way too hard to make himself look better than the other person. "Well uhmm... their like with me sooooooo I'm better than you." Or something like that.

(🎮) pick me girl boy vibes

(🎮) tells you that slender or Sally need you, and then proceeds to hurry you away so he can kill the person :) he is a serial killer what do you expect?

(🎮) either way, he wants your attention now and only on him.

(🎮)Clings to your arm like a koala afterwards just singing your praises to the top of his lungs,, repay him in some cuddles please.

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Eyeless jack

(✉) doesn't get jealous the majority of the time,, has some level of trust. sike bitch he been had trust issues,, no jealous for him it goes straight to envy

(✉) but just stays in the corner where he can keep an eye out making sure they aren't doing any funny business with you,, he's contemplating whether you might leave him for the other person or not.

(✉) is glares daggers at him/her

(✉) If that shit were to make him very uncomfortable and overstepping your boundaries he'll start to get violent.

(✉) beats the dog shit out of the person,, you had to call slender to pull him off; Slenderman wasn't mad tho he was actually proud, weird.

(✉) hickeys. May I add more?

(✉) after just hug him and tell EJ that he's your one and only & you'll never leave him.. and all shit is sweet for him. Still wish he had the chance to kill the douchebag tho

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Slenderman

(✒) absolutely HATES this feeling more than Jeff's shit. Although, he isn't really the type to get jealous since this isn't practical of him -- and he's a very busy man and that comes with not having enough time (sometimes)

(✒) don't get him wrong he loves you it's just it's a bit overwhelming sometimes ya know? ANYWAYS

(✒) Slender ain't the one to get his suit dirty nor his pale inhuman skin (unless this person is making his blood boil + that's what he has proxies for) so he might just hurry you away so he can deal with him/her in private or let Toby and his hatchet have some fun.

(✒) If this said person is a proxy/ creepypasta or one of your relatives he'll just give em some warning gestures and/or looks if they are overstepping his boundaries or you look uncomfortable.

(✒) one of the shortest and most awkward conversations you will ever have.

(✒) one of the few times slender has voluntarily wanted to cuddle with you. I'll leave the rest up to you

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Toby

(🪓) Toby is always being childish so don't be surprised when he's jealous,, you would lowkey would be shocked to see how many times he has been envious of the others talking to you. BEN could be talking about a new game he just bought to you and this manz is super jelly.

(🪓) So this becomes an everyday thing without you just not knowing so.

(🪓) As I just mentioned he gets jealous several times a day he's excellent at hiding it bc he's more worried about the fact that you're gonna leave him

(🪓) But if they were actually flirting with you that's where he draws the fucking line. You ain't taking his bitch on this beautiful Tuesday. So he does what any lovesick boyfriend will do....

(🪓) beat that weirdo to a pulp and play it off like nothing,, he's just insecure please tell him he's wonderful that'll make him smile :)

(🪓) Kisses, kisses, kisses; for ownership ofc.

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The clown weirdo/LJ

(🎪) Is unphased, in fact, he doesn't give a fuck.

(🎪) cuz he knows, either way, they're gonna die from flirting with you so it is no use being envious when it's gonna end both ways *cough* killing them and then cuddling with you * cough*

(🎪) no one shall touch my sweetheart >:)

(yandere much.)

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Jeff the fucking killer/ Jeff

(🔪) He chooses violence so a bitch got stabbed at least 1-17 times as an estimate. And that would be an excellent thing to tease him on in the near future.

(🔪) In addition, he just gets envious easily similar to Toby's situation except he's a tad bit more verbal with the person. Even if he doesn't resort to physical violence he'll just stare at the person like this across the room (a mixture of EJ and Toby)

(🔪) is glaring daggers at that person.

(🔪) Even though he's staring at this person like this ->🙂 he'll come up to and start to make small talk w/ you trying to drag your attention to him (its like him being annoyingly clingy) + still making eye contact with the person

(🔪) Eventually, he'll make a lame excuse for you to leave so he can just murder this azzhole already.

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[frostedfaves]

Naive (3)

Masterlist

Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You pick up on the lies in Wanda’s life and she decides to show you the truth.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️, more hints at dom/sub because I’m a whore for demon!Wanda

A/N: I can’t believe that it’s been a month since I posted the last one 😭 I have some things planned for the next part and so on but I also kinda wanna take requests again??? idk we all know how I get overwhelmed easily with that so we’ll see what happens there. anyway tell me your thoughts on this please!

Previous part

Waking up feels like gasping for air after being trapped underwater. You aren’t sure how long you were asleep, but the mid afternoon traffic quickly alerts you of how much of the day has passed. 

Despite your head feeling like it’s made of cement, you manage to stand up, slipping off thin pajamas as you walk into the bathroom and stop at the mirror. Your skin seems tender in places and you’re a little bit startled when there isn’t a single indication of the bite marks and scratches you feel, even after rubbing your eyes a few times and turning in every direction possible. Deciding to let it go for now, you reach for the shower stall to turn on the water, detouring to the bedroom instead when you hear your phone ringing.

“Hello?”

“You didn’t save my number, did you?”

“Wanda?” You pull the phone away long enough to quickly clear your throat. “I mean hey, Wanda! What makes you think I didn’t save your number?”

“You answered like you didn’t know who was going to be on the other end.”

“Okay, you caught me,” you admit after a moment of silence. “I promise I’ll save it as soon as we hang up. Anyway, what’s up?”

“Remember that pet adoption center you pointed out to me?” You acknowledge her with a hum. “I was thinking about getting a cat…Wanna tag along?”

“Absolutely! I was just about to shower though so I can be ready in an hour or so.”

“Perfect! I’ll text you when I’m outside.”

The two of you say your goodbyes and you keep your promise of saving her number, typing in her name and hesitating on the emoji keyboard. Realizing you’d spent far too much time contemplating this, you simply save what you have and hurry back to the bathroom, something in your brain urging you to not keep her waiting.

-

Within an hour, she sends you a text in all caps and a smiley face that tells you she’s arrived, and you can’t hide the fact that you’re surprised when you come outside and she’s waiting on the passenger side of the car.

“Hey! How are you?” she greets cheerily as she approaches you with a hug, and you shiver when her hand touches your lower back. “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m okay.” You smile and thank her when she opens the door for you, attempting to collect yourself as she crosses to the driver’s side again. “I’m really happy to see you again.”

“You are?”

“Yeah,” you admit quietly as she pulls away from the curb. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“No no, I just didn’t want to assume you were enjoying our time together as much as I was.”

She places her hand over yours while she glances at you, smiling as she squeezes your fingers and thigh lightly. You feel a rush of something traveling from the places she touched to your brain, only slightly aware of the fog settling in your mind.

“Well I didn’t want to be too enthusiastic about it and scare you away if all you wanted was friendship,” you clarify, meeting her eyes when she reaches a red light.

“I suppose you’re looking for more too, then.”

“I am now.”

The light turns green and she breaks eye contact, but the little smirk that follows tells you everything you need to know. At least, you hope it does.

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“I think he’s the cutest one we’ve seen yet,” you comment about the kitten that hasn’t looked away from Wanda since you approached his area. “He seems really drawn to you, too.”

“How did he get the name ‘Baby Satan’?” Wanda inquires with an employee, who approaches you with a chuckle.

“It’s actually Baby Stan, because we used to have an adult cat named Stan as well and needed to tell the two apart. We were going to give him a new name but decided to leave that up to his new family.”

“It says ‘Baby Satan’ though,” you cosign with Wanda, gesturing to the extra A mixed in with the magnetic letters that spell the kitten’s name.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know how that got there,” the employee apologizes as she reaches over to fix the sign, and you watch her freeze as Wanda touches her arm.

“Don’t be sorry. Keep it; I want to adopt him.”

“Okay, right this way,” the employee mumbles as she turns awkwardly and stumbles over to a desk, and as the two of you follow her, you look back to see Baby Satan still staring at the woman beside you.

“What was that about?” you speak up finally once you’re in the car with her new furry friend, and Wanda frowns at you while fastening her seatbelt.

“What?”

“Why did that employee react to you like that? You touched her and she started acting really weird after.”

“Oh, Kim’s fine!” she assures you as she fixes her mirror before pulling out of the parking lot. “I actually asked her about that while you were looking at scratching posts and she said I’d overstepped her boundaries and made her uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I apologized and everything’s good again.”

“She told you her name?”

“She was wearing a name tag, babe.”

Babe...that’s new. Still, the sudden nickname doesn’t completely distract you from the fact that you’re certain there was no name tag on Kim’s uniform. You’re debating with yourself about bringing this up when you notice her heading toward Lane County.

“Are you taking me to your house?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” She glances at you and over her shoulder toward Baby Satan before turning back to the road. “I figured I could introduce both of my kittens to the place they’ll be spending a lot of time in.”

Her fingers brush over your knee as “my kittens” leaves her lips, and you’re almost embarrassed when your hips involuntarily buck slightly. Noticing the small change in your behavior, she takes advantage of your head turned toward your own window and allows her instincts to continue driving while she stares at you, placing her palm on your thigh and rubbing circles on the fabric covering it that brings her closer and closer to your core.

“Home, sweet home,” Wanda announces as she pulls her wandering hand away to park the car, jumping out a second later and grabbing her furry son from the backseat. “Hey there, Baby S.”

You step out of the car in a similar fashion of pulling yourself out of a swimming pool, taking in the fresh air and trying to relax yourself as you follow her into the apartment building. The hallways reflect the quiet and clean neighborhood as you make your way into the elevator and up to the 6th floor, suddenly entering the most empty apartment you’ve ever seen.

Of course there’s furniture: a couch with a TV mounted on the nearest wall, a dining table with a set of matching chairs, a few stools placed at the island and kitchen appliances that are shiny and new. But there isn’t any personal artwork, posters, books or even just a lamp that you could tell Wanda purchased herself with one glance.

“Are you staying in an AirBNB or something?” you ask as she carefully places Baby Satan’s carrier next to the couch, and she chuckles.

“I guess technically it was one before I moved in, but I’ve been here for two years.”

“Okay...so where are your pictures?”

“What?”

“Where are your pictures?” you repeat, maintaining a steady voice despite the expression she gives you as she faces you again. “Pictures of your family, friends, you as a child?”

“If you knew my family, you’d understand why you don’t see them here.” She startles you by practically growling her words but you press further.

“Okay but you also said you love plants and we’re the only living things in here.” You step back to put more space between you while quiet shuffling noises are heard inside the carrier. “What’s really going on here?”

You can easily spot the shift in Wanda’s emotions: going from defensive, arms crossed and eyes glaring to resigned with slightly sagging shoulders and a defeated sigh.

“Fine, you got me.” She bends over to pick up the carrier again and passes you on her way to the door, stopping a few feet away. “If you’re serious about pursuing a relationship with me, then I should probably show you my real home.”

“I don’t know...”

“Come on, love.” She comes just close enough to bring your hand into hers and a tingle spreads through your body, causing you to pull away but her grip only tightens. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you, and this is the only time I’ve lied.”

You find yourself being drawn closer to her, and an almost familiar feeling washes over you when her thumb begins rubbing gentle circles into your jaw. The metal on her ring is so cold it almost burns upon contact, yet you nuzzle into her more with each pass along your skin.

“Don’t you want to be good for me without being forced to your knees first?”

If the fog surrounding your consciousness wasn’t so thick, you might’ve been shocked by this side of her, so calm yet demanding you serve her. But the hand on your jaw seemed to cover every inch of your body and sink into your nervous system, forcing you to fall into her and let her lead you back to the car with a simple arm around your waist. You’re buckled into the passenger seat again and a slightly blurry grin greets you from behind the wheel seconds later.

“I can’t wait to make you mine.”

Your head falls against the car window as she drives to the edge of Lane County, and your altered vision picks up on businesses turning into isolated suburbs into grassy fields into forests. You travel along narrow, winding roads past the tallest of trees with very few spaces in between, and your hazy state of mind prevents you from panicking when Wanda turns onto a dirt path that doesn’t even seem to be safe for bicycles. The wheels bump along the forest floor until she comes to a stop just outside of a two foot dwelling, similar to a cave.

Once the two of you are out of the car again, she holds your hand with her free one until you reach the cave, instructing you to sit in front of it while she does the same. She places her palm on the door, and her rings seem to come alive as they interact with it for a few moments before it swings open and the three of you are sent flying through a tunnel. You land with a groan on the hard floor and dust yourself off as you carefully stand, any questions dying in your throat as you face Wanda again, now standing before you in her true form.

“Welcome home.”

[moonctzeny]

Can I request WayV reaction to you suddenly avoiding skinship/intimacy because you don't feel attractive anymore after they rejected you once? (they were tired or just not in the mood at that time)

WayV reaction - you avoid intimacy out of insecurity after they rejected your skinship

warnings: WinWin's gets a tiny bit suggestive, alcohol consumption

▪️Kun

He looked so good when he cooked. You couldn’t stop your eyes from following the veins on his arms as he cut the various vegetables in the smallest of pieces. Your fingers ached to run across their length so you let them, stroking the little hairs in the opposite direction from their growth in the meantime.

“Y/n, not now”, he whines with a strictness in his voice that has you withering away from him.

You stayed quiet for the rest of the cooking, watching Kun in silence until he finally put the dish in the oven to cook. He walks over to your seat on the countertop, fitting himself between your legs. His hands find their place on each of your shoulders, making their way down to your elbows lovingly, yet you go rigid at the feeling and back away from his touch.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Do I annoy you sometimes?”

Kun’s eyebrows shoot up at your question, dropping his hands immediately to wrap them around your wrists instead.

“Never. What makes you think that?”

“You seemed pretty annoyed at me when you were cooking earlier”

His face stays frozen for a second, trying to figure out what exactly you were talking about. You’re taken aback when he starts to laugh light-heartedly, planting a kiss on your pouty lips.

“I didn’t tell you to stop because I didn’t like you touching me, baby. I needed you to stop because I liked it too much”

▪️Ten

You avoided his kisses like the plague. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into you, usually your nights visiting his dorm consisted of the both of you cuddling each other to death, napping in sheets that smelled of him and inviting the cats that snuggled between you. However now, the more he tried to approach you, the more you scooted away from him, and your excuses were starting to run out.

“Are you avoiding me or something?”

You shake your head negatively, avoiding eye contact so that he doesn’t see through you. But Ten is intuitive, especially when it comes to you, so he repeats the question again until he gets a sigh as an answer.

“You told me off pretty badly when I tried to kiss you an hour ago you know…”

“When I was drawing? You pushed my hand on accident and I missed like, half of my work!”

When he sees you continuing to be visibly upset at him, despite his light and teasing tone, he lifts your hand from your lap to his lips, kissing your wrist, then your palm, then your ring finger.

“I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t”, he leans over to peck your lips mid-sentence, and his voice is too soothing for you to resist him, “You know how much I love to kiss you.”

As if to prove his point he brings you closer again, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you deepening it.

“I could taste your lips forever”

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▪️WinWin

Your boyfriend was never big on skinship and you knew. You understood his paranoia of holding hands in public, even with sunglasses and a big mask covering half of his handsome face. Being a celebrity isn’t easy and you had come to terms with that, but you didn’t know he would react so coldly to you in this private party with his members being the only ones invited.

You were a little tipsy, holding on to Sicheng’s arm for stability, and admittedly you just wanted a little love from your boyfriend. Pulling his hair out of his eyes, you pucker your lips at him, waiting for a kiss that never came.

“What is up with you today? You’re all over me!”

The drive home was quiet, your whole body facing away from him, eyes staring outside the window or anywhere else but him. You weren’t angry, just sad if anything else, and Sicheng felt he had enough when you started to storm off to your shared bedroom without him. A hand on your wrist stops you abruptly.

“Why are you like this? You’ve been quiet ever since we left the party”

“Do you not find me attractive anymore?”

The filter between your brain and mouth had vanished from the alcohol, shocking Sicheng with your candor.

“What on earth makes you think that?”

“You never kiss me in front of your friends. It’s like you're embarrassed of being seen with me…”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrow, almost meeting on the base of his forehead before he pushes you up against the entrance door. The kiss he initiates is full of passion and something animalistic that you’ve always thought looks good on him. It isn't long before the hands that you so desperately needed on your body before formed bruises on the skin over your hipbones.

“The reason why I don’t kiss you in public is because I won’t be able to stop, not when you always look so pretty. And then I will make you look needy and breathless and messy, just like you do right now. I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. You’re too damn beautiful. You’re mine.”

▪️Lucas

Skinship and Lucas were synonyms when it came to your relationship. He loved getting to touch you at all times, whether it was a big, suffocating hug or just his large hands on the small of your back. You were barely awake when your boyfriend came back to your apartment, his busy schedule with SuperM keeping his side of the bed colder than you’d like. He didn’t even bother to wash up, just took his clothes off and covered himself up with your shared duvet and his chest facing your own. Satisfied with his mere presence, you scoot over, and lay one arm over his waist, bringing yourself closer. It was a shock to you when he turned to the other side, unwrapping your arm in the process and letting it fall in the space between you.

You decided not to address the incident that left a sting to your heart the next morning, spending the whole day with Lucas since it was rare for him to be free of any schedules. It was absolutely lovely, from the movie you watched to the homemade food you prepared for the both of you. Until the sun set again.

“Are you going back to your dorm now?”, you ask him while doing the dishes, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, maybe you prefer sleeping in your own bed. Alone.”

Your back is facing him but you can sense the pout forming on his handsome features. You feel his body heat as he comes closer to you and wraps his arms around you, only for you to squirm away from his hold and pat your hands dry, leaving the sink.

“What’s wrong?”, Lucas asks quietly, his eyes doubling in size.

“It’s just that last night when I tried to cuddle you to sleep you avoided me… It’s okay if you don’t want to crash here you know-”

“Babe, babe”, he starts, taking your hands in his, “I was dirty and sweaty last night. I didn’t have the energy to shower and I felt gross. I would never reject a night with you”

“Really?”

“Really. Now how about we go to bed and I give you those cuddles that I owe you?”

▪️Xiaojun

It was rare to see Xiaojun be so frustrated with anything. He’d been sitting on that same spot of the bed for hours now, guitar propped up on his lap and a blank sheet of paper in front of him. You tried to relieve his stress anyway you could, massaging his shoulders, kissing his cheek every time he sighed. And while your boyfriend accepted them at first, soon you saw him bend away from your acts of affection, so much so that you were worried about whether you have angered him.

An icky feeling weighed you down when he kept ignoring you as time went by, realizing that today was not the day you’d get the quality time you craved from your boyfriend. Quiet so as not to bother him, you start to collect your things and pack them back into your bag, the sound of the zipper finally catching Xiaojun’s attention.

“Where are you going?”

“You seem busy. I’ll come by another day”

“No no no!”, he exclaims, swiftly pulling his guitar aside, “I was looking forward to seeing you”

“Well you don’t seem to want any love from me right now. We can reschedule our date night for another time”

You didn’t expect him to jump up on his feet so quickly, neither to pull you into a hug as tight. His words come out muffled from your hair that is covering his mouth as he kisses it.

“Don’t leave, please. I’m sorry I was ignoring you”

“No, I’m sorry if I overstepped your personal space”

You soothe out the wrinkles that have formed between his pretty eyebrows with your thumb, taking a moment to appreciate his warm smile before he brings you into a long kiss.

“I’m stuck on this song that I’m writing. Maybe I just need inspiration”

▪️Hendery

“Why are you looking in the mirror so much?”

In the span of the last hour you managed to feel insecure over your hair, your skin, your choice of clothing. You thought you were being subtle when checking out yourself, the reflection only making you wanna shrink even more with every quick glance.

“Do you still find me as attractive as you did when we first met? Like do you ever get butterflies on your stomach anymore?”

“Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?”

You sigh, rubbing your face in embarrassment. Being content in yourself was a challenge on its own, even more so when your boyfriend looked like that.

“When we first started dating we were all over each other. I wouldn’t even make it past your bedroom door before you kissed me everywhere. Ten called us disgusting all the time.”

“And?”

“And now it’s been an hour since I came here and you haven’t even touched me...”

Hendery sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair defeatedly. With a soft hand motion he encourages you to come lie next to him on his bed, cupping your face before leaving a kiss on your lips.

“When we first started dating I couldn’t believe you were mine. I had this urgency in me like I had to taste as much of you as I could. Like you would slip away from my fingers, but-”

“But?”

Hendery takes your hand in his, and starts a trail of shiver-inducing kisses from your wrist up to your shoulder, so slow that you thought he’d never finish his sentence.

“But I realized that it wasn’t fair to you. I want to love you like we have a lifetime ahead, not like our time is running out. I want to love you like you deserve, and I want to take my time”

▪️Yangyang

He was playing that damn video game again. Yangyang always looked so cute when he was concentrating so heavily, lips pursed in a pout and eyes following the different players on the screen. Desperate to feel the softness of his hoodie and comfort on his embrace you come closer to him, attempting to sit on his lap.

“He’s behind you! Shoot! Shoot!” You jump up from your seat along with him, wrapping your hands around his neck to keep your balance. “Babe not now! You made me miss the screen!”

Hurt by his sharp tone and volume of his voice you start to get up, hating the burning feeling of the fresh tears that begged to escape the corners of your eyes.

Yangyang’s grip on your elbow stops you before you leave his lap, a worried look painted on his face.

“What’s wrong? Are you crying?”

“You know sometimes you get so into your games that you yell at me over nothing…”

His pretty face falls into a frown, whole body rigid and focused on your sad expression.

“Baby, come here”

Throwing one leg over his lap, Yangyang turns you around in his hold so that you’re facing him. His fingers pet your hair until you close your eyes in bliss, your breath slowing down until it matches his.

“You’re right. I’m so, so sorry if I said something that hurt you. Will you please stay here? You’re my lucky charm. My beautiful, lucky charm that fits right into my lap”

You smile at his sweet words, letting your head rest against his neck and enjoying the little backrubs he gave you until he felt you were fully relaxed. You easily fell asleep in his arms, your sweet dreams interrupted only from the kisses he left on your temples.