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[chelseeebe]

cold as ice

sooo it’s been a long time coming.. steve’s grand return to my blog!! now i’m not really one for hockey romance or wtv but i saw this one picture on pinterest and it just spurred me on to write this.. whatever this is

18+ mdni! smut. violent themes. eddie is r’s brother though descriptors are not used so take that relationship as you want! steve harrington x female reader. hockey au.

the rink is cool, the clattering sounds of skates and sticks hitting the ice fill the arena.

it’s too early for steve to really give a shit about practice, waiting for the moment he’s allowed to crawl back into bed again.

the arena’s usually empty at this time of the day, not many people were keen to watch them scream at each other over failed passes.

but today, you sit in one of the seats, quietly watching as they warm up.

steve’s still fairly new to the team, only recently drafted, though things were looking a whole lot better if he knew you’d be showing up to practice regularly.

“who’s that?” he nods, sliding up to the small group congregated at edge. he’d just assumed you were somebody’s girlfriend dragged to practice.

“munson’s sister,” jason smiles, thumping him on the back, “don’t even think about it man.. not gonna happen.”

steve’s features crumple, confusion echoing his face, “well why not?”

they laugh, sharing a knowing look between them, a joke he wasn’t in on. tommy steps forward, clapping his hand on his shoulder, pitying almost, “you think we haven’t tried? eddie doesn’t play about her.. i wouldn’t even bother.”

his eyes travel back to your solemn spot in the bleachers, cocking his grin to the side.

he wasn’t one to ignore a challenge, and he certainly wouldn’t be now.

-

lucky for steve, the only reason you’d tagged along to practice was to use the rink after the guys had left. making use of the quiet hour between them practicing and the public flooding in.

he was smart, waiting for eddie to leave before sliding his skates back on, venturing out onto the ice to interrupt your peaceful routine.

“hey,” he calls from across the ice, slowly making his way over without startling you. “what’re you doing?” moving alongside you slowly.

“practicing,” you reply rather bluntly, ignoring him to spin around the cool rink, speeding off into the distance.

steve grits his teeth, just about skating fast enough to catch up, wrapping his arm around your waist and knocking you back into the plexiglass, all in one fell swoop.

“oops,” he smirks, mere inches from your face, “i tripped.”

you smile, a contained, coy grin that you’d hoped wouldn’t boost his ego too much, turning your face away from his.

“i don’t think we’ve met,” laying on the charm thick and heavy, just as he meant to go on, “i’m steve, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“i know who you are,” narrowing your cold eyes, “eddie told me you’re bad news.”

steve’s not shocked, not one bit. eddie hasn’t been particularly welcoming since his arrival, though he’d put it down to new team rituals or whatever.

his throat vibrates, humming his response, “i’m sure he did.”

how rude of eddie not to return the favour and introduce you to him too.

“i’m gonna ask you out,” poking his tongue into his cheek, “and we can either do it the easy way or we can do it the hard way, it’s your choice,” quirking his head to the side.

“steve,” you warn, dropping your gaze.

“so you choose the hard way, that’s fine,” keeping his hand firmly on the plastic, pinning you in place, “what’re you scared of? eddie?” blowing the air out of his mouth, “he’s not gonna know.. don’t worry.”

you hum, taking your bottom lip between your teeth, “he’ll kill you,” jutting your chin out, “i don’t think you want that.”

the words melt off of his tongue, resembling butter and all things sweet, “for you, i’d risk it,” a true smooth talker, knowing exactly what you wanted to hear.

your eyes roll back, dipping your chin, presumably to hide the flush he’d bought to your cheeks. worked every time.

“we can have dinner,” finding enough pride to meet his gaze again, forcing faux reluctance into your tone. he’s aware that it’s all a game, he’s rolled this dice a thousand times and knows exactly how it’ll land.

“tonight,” ordering, not asking, “i’ll pick you up, yeah?”

your lips purse, “fine,” the bright lights shine from your eyes, highlighting the flustered glow of your cheeks, “eight o’clock,” a feeble attempt to gain some control over the moment.

steve gleefully releases you from the makeshift cell he’d held you in, slowly moving backward along the ice, “wear something pretty for me,” flashing his teeth in a over bearing grin, darting off of the rink before anyone had the chance to spot you together.

-

he’s there at eight on the dot, nonchalantly eyeing the door, playing off the excitable beating in his chest.

you don’t emerge until the time on his dash reads 8:09. perhaps another attempt at flipping the ball into your court or maybe you were just late.

steve didn’t mind either way.

he leaps from the chair, making his way around the car before you even got to the road, opening the door with a grin.

“you look great,” he purrs, hanging onto the door as you step inside, lingering inches from his face, cocking your head to the side to thank him before sliding in.

he’s almost vibrating on the drive over, fingers nervously tapping the soft leather wheel, no doubt making himself look insane.

the drive seemed too long now, having chosen a restaurant out of town in fear of prying eyes that would guarantee he would never see you again.

you’re unconcerned with the food, hanging onto his every word, lapping up the barrage of compliments just dripping off his tongue.

“eddie can’t be that bad, can he?” steve asks, completely naive to the lengths your brother would go to keep him away.

you laugh into your glass mid-sip, flashing him a look that can only be taken as a warning. “you don’t get it,” mocking in the way you shake your head, “he’d eat you alive,” a scathing review of what he was getting himself into.

“i think you’d be worth it darlin’,” flashing his teeth in that trademarked steve harrington grin.

but it works, ducking your head behind your glass though it fails to conceal the crinkle by your eyes. a dead giveaway that his syrupy words were working.

“y’think?” emerging from behind the transparent glass.

“i do.”

steve had an abundance of confidence, maybe too much depending on who you asked. but it didn’t half work in his favour.

you were putty in his hands and he hadn’t even finished his spiel yet.

“you talk a lotta shit, steve harrington,” biting the inside of your cheek.

“but you like it, don’t you?”

your mouth twitches, biting at your bottom lip, reluctant to nod but you do anyway. relinquishing any and all last embers of self-respect you were desperately clinging onto.

-

he’s already eager to get you out of the restaurant and back into the passenger seat of his car.

there had been no doubt in his mind that he would win you over. what was a disgruntled older brother to him anyway?

nothing more than a tiny blip that steve could rather easily ignore. especially when you were the reward.

there’s inconsequential chatter on the journey back, words full of nothingness while all his mind can fathom is the feel of your lips against his.

he pulls into the tiny lot in front of your building, though you don’t get out, stewing in the passenger seat, waiting for him to make a move.

so he does.

steve leans over the console, his forefinger and thumb encasing your chin, tilting your face toward his. you take your lip between your teeth, stopping him before he can smash his lips to yours.

“you have to promise me..” you murmur, gazing into his eyes though they remain on your lips, “eddie can’t ever know.”

he hums in anticipation, almost drooling with excitement, “yeah.. i promise,” before moving in to finally touch you.

your finger jabs into his chest, mere millimetres away from sealing his fate, “i mean it, steve.. never ever.”

“never ever,” he echoes, still waiting for your permission to close the gap.

your head nods slightly, “oka-,” interrupted by his lips mashing with yours, taking your bottom lip between his teeth, adamant to not waste any more precious time.

your hand rests against his heaving chest, barely curling around the fabric, just enough to keep him close.

steve breaks away first, just to look at you with lovesick eyes. he knows that this will inevitably only end one way, but that’s okay. if being with you in the meantime is the prize, then the eventual fallout is negligible.

“shit,” he breathes, keeping the distance small and easily shortened, “you’re so beautiful,” fully meaning it but really only saying it to watch you squirm again.

“stop it,” abashedly hurrying to connect your lips again, noses knocking against one another with your careless action.

you taste like sweet wine and spearmint, delicate with the way your tongue swipes over his bottom lip, a soft murmur escaping your throat when his hand finds your thigh.

a welcoming new addiction, one steve wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to escape. ever.

-

being secretive meant a lot of days holed up in your apartment. unless of course both of you were needed at the ice. that’s when shit got really fun.

every single person on that rink truly believed your eyes were on them but only steve knew who you were actually looking at.

eddie was completely non-the-wiser, ignorant to the fact you and steve arrived just minutes apart, blissfully unaware of the violet markings trailing down your neck.

the thrill of having something to hold over him. no matter how loud he’d scream at steve or how hard he’d knock him down, steve knew that at the end of it all, he was going home with you.

personally, steve thought the tension was

palpable. that every single person in this building could tell that he couldn’t wait to get home to touch you again.

one particular eve, sprawled out next to you in bed, as you had been for days at this point, steve jumps up, grabs the clunky polaroid camera and starts coaxing you out of bed.

“come on,” he orders, wrapping his fingers around yours, “i got an idea.”

tossing his jersey in your direction, just barely catching it before it fallls to the ground again. “take this off,” running his fingers around the hem of your shirt, “and put this on,” he barks, already helping you lift the fabric over your head.

you grab onto his hand, furrowed brows, “what’re you doing?”

“i wanna take a picture,” having already noted the polaroid camera that sat on your shelf. he’d been thinking about it for weeks, only just comfortable enough to ask.

you hesitate but do as he says says anyway, letting the jersey fall around your body while steve watches with his jaw detached.

he nods towards the bed, in quiet amazement as the jersey falls around your bare thighs, riding higher when you move.

you lay back, steve crawling onto the mattress behind you, knees pressed together as he looms above. so perfect, sprawled out on the bed with his jersey on.

he gives no warning before snapping the picture, grinning to himself behind the plastic camera.

“i wasn’t looking,” you frown, grabbing ahold of his wrist before he can take another.

“that was just a practice one,” he coos, looking at you rather than through the viewfinder.

what he truly wanted was a picture that only the two of you would ever see.

“can i?” asking cautiously as his large hand lays on your knee, waiting for that small nod before spreading them apart, closing the space between you.

his hand skirts upward, brushing your thigh until it meets your core, keeping his eyes trained on yours for approval.

“yeah?” steve repeats, the camera still poised in his other hand.

you nod again, chest heaving as you allow him to manoeuvre your body, relinquishing full control over to him.

steve’s thumb traces the lace fabric, grazing your clit and down to your quivering hole. shuddering breath fills the room but you don’t contest it, relaxing into the mattress instead.

his finger hooks around the fabric, yanking it to the side, your soaked cunt waiting below.

“okay?” he reiterates further, dropping the camera onto the bed to pull his boxers, cock aching and starved, leaking with anticipation.

“please,” finally using your voice, a desperate, strangled cry that makes his cock twitch.

steve’s vision is clear, he knows what he wants from this. something that only the two of you will know had happened.

guiding his tip to your eager entrance, gently nudging inside as you wail softly, fingers grabbing at the disheveled blanket underneath.

he scrambles for the discarded camera, wanting to take the picture before completely losing it. the tension is palpable, longing for him to move while he’s adamant on getting the perfect shot.

“a-alright honey,” steve stammers, tugging at the hem of the jersey to cover where your two bodies meet.

the shutter clicks, your two bodies intertwined perfectly and yet completely unknown to anyone that may ever see that picture.

it takes everything in him not to scrap everything and just fuck you into the mattress. a couple more photos and he’d be satisfied.

something about this entire situation was getting him off anyway, your warmth enveloping him, squeezing and trembling as you wait patiently.

“please move,” you beg, a divine temptress with your hooded eyes and wetted lips.

he does so, agonisingly slow, causing your jaw to go slack, pinging perverted thoughts to his fuzzy brain.

his thumb finds your bottom lip, resting on the skin before you get the hint to wrap your lips around it. it’s taking everything for him to not cum right now, his fingers shaking on top of the button, pointed perfectly to capture his thumb between your lips, fingers caressing your warm cheek. cutting off just before the camera meets your eyes, no identifiable features, just in case.

the camera lowers as his hips still roll slowly, your composure slipping away with each gentle thrust. steve thinks that he could’ve asked for anything at this point and you would’ve let him. too drunk, too in-love to really think about it.

but he doesn’t push it, one more picture, just for him.

your cunt, keeping him inside, a picture to be hidden and cherished.

using his fingers to bunch up the soft cotton of his jersey, perfectly framing the meeting point of your two bodies. he fills you to the hilt, drawing a sweet whine from your plump lips.

barely stable enough to snap the picture, hands trembling the entire time before tossing the camera to the side, a flurry of polaroids lay framing your body. to be ignored until after he had made you cum a couple times.

steve thrums his full attention to you, your body even. his fingers still gripping his borrowed jersey, using the fabric for leverage as he thrusts faster, choking on his moans, overcome with the intensity of your cunt squeezing around him.

“so good,” he stresses, further spreading your legs to move closer, staying stood on his knees to watch your expression contort and change with every slam of his hips.

his hand leaves the jersey, disappearing between your soft thighs to find your neglected clit, drawling the sweetest mewl from your lips, eyes squeezing shut with the new found pleasure.

“oh my god steve,” moving your hips against his in slow rhythm.

you’d done something for him and now he was due to repay you fully, thumb circling gently around your sensitive clit, neglecting his own climax to ensure you got there first.

steve thighs burn, the feel of your heels digging into the dimples on his lower back were the only thing keeping him upright.

“c’mon honey,” he coos, ducking his head to watch you wriggle, thighs squeezing together as the sweat begins to pool on your temple.

falling apart at the seams with every nudge of his cock against your sensitive spot, trembling as the waves of your orgasm threaten to spill over.

steve can tell, can feel you tighten around him, desperately clawing the soft blanket beneath.

“that’s it baby,” in a gruff low growl, still teasing your poor clit, “you sound so pretty,” drinking in every delicate whine that left your soft lips.

“shit,” you cry, moving your hips against his in perfect rhythm, your eyes stuck shut as he smirks to himself.

steve’s pace stutters, a mixture of expletives and throaty groans fill the room, moving to clasp onto your hip instead. a mixture of ecstasy and desperation overcome his bones, helplessly rutting into you as you tremble.

“oh.. uhh,” he groans, fingernails leaving tiny crescent moons in the plush skin of your hip, “f-fuck baby, i’m gonna cum,” desperate to unload while you writhe beneath, overstimulated after your own orgasm.

his fist wraps around the base of his cock, leaving your warmth just before he cums, thick ropes of his release paint your stomach, no doubt his jersey too.

it could be cleaned, but seeing you come completely undone in the bright blue shirt again wasn’t guaranteed.

the room is stifling, clammy skin no longer sexy but irritating as he gathers the forgotten polaroids, collapsing breathlessly next to you, sharing one pillow as your sticky bodies mesh.

“oh god,” choking on your words, harshly thrown back into reality, “i don’t think i wanna see those.”

steve tuts, holding the small pile above your faces, “you’re amazing.. i like that one,” flashing the image of your lips wrapped snug around his thumb.

“euurgh,” you complain, “you can keep that one.”

his eyes roll back as he flicks through, tracing the outline of where your two bodies meet, “that one’s my favourite,” turning his head to watch your grimacing face.

your fatal flaw was your humility, not wanting to own how earth-shatteringly beautiful you were was really his only issue.

“you can keep that one,” you murmur, coming to face him, “actually, you can keep them all.”

steve ponders for a moment, taking in the soft curve of your lips, the way your eyes seemed to fill with stars when you looked at him.

“thank you for doing that,” completely sincerely, “i’m gonna keep that one in my wallet,” showcasing the one where your two bodies met, entirely undetectable to any poor soul that may open his wallet.

“you’re so gross,” shoving the stack of pictures out of your site, rolling out of the bed as you go, “i’m gonna shower.. you coming or are you just gonna perv at all your weird photos?”

“say less,” steve beams, leaping up, dragging you along towards the bathroom with a chorus of shrieks and giggles.

-

steve shuffles in the soft dawn light, reluctant to leave the warm cocoon of your bed for the icy rink and brutish behaviour of his teammates.

he groans while getting ready, it never getting any easier to leave you comfortable in bed.

the doorbell shrieks from the hall, your eyes meeting in a panic.

fucking eddie.

“eddie,” you frown, leaping out of bed, “he’s early,” scowling at the clock, “he wasn’t supposed to be here until seven,” gritting your teeth as you pull discarded clothes back onto your body.

steve looks at the window, a little far down to throw himself out of it before his eyes dart back to the bed, wondering if he could shove himself underneath.

you spin as the door pings again, shoving steve to the other side of your room, “just stay in here and don’t say anything, okay?” rushing out as your bedroom door slams shut.

the door opens and eddie waltz in, shoving the last of his bagel into his mouth as he makes his way into your apartment.

“you’re early,” you scold, worriedly looking around the messy room, praying your brother wouldn’t notice.

“was getting breakfast.. thought you’d be ready,” he mumbles through chews, eyes leaving yours to also glide around the room, at the clues of there being another person in this apartment. “is someone else here?” eddie asks, finding steve’s sneakers left neatly by the door.

“no,” you rush, furrowing your brow, “i’m the only one that lives here eddie,” only half-a-lie. steve hadn’t moved in officially, but it was pretty damn close.

eddie smirks, noting the two mugs sat in the sink waiting to be washed, “no? are you sure about that?”

“what’re you even talking about? i’m not in the mood for this,” sighing heavily.

“i don’t care if you’re dating someone,” he laughs, “you can tell me, you know?”

“i’m not.. you’re just, you’re being stupid,” standing with your arms across your chest, disapproving of his early morning nonsense.

“alright.. alright,” shaking his head, “whatever. if you don’t wanna tell me, that’s fine.”

you think fast, tempted to pull the fire alarm just he’d have to get the fuck out.

“i’m not coming today, i don’t feel great so.. you should go,” eager to usher him out of the door and far, far away from all of the shit you’d mistakenly left out.

he does as you ask, walking towards the door but not before stopping right before steve’s shoes, “nice shoes,” unable to keep his snarky remark to himself of course.

your eyes fall down to the large pair of sneakers sat by the door, obvious that they weren’t ever meant for you, “they’re.. they’re.. can you just leave please?” pushing him through the door, dismayed by his lack of care for your embarrassing time.

“see ya tomorrow?”

“yeah yeah tomorrow.. bye,” abruptly closing the door in his smug face, relieved to not have witnessed your brother beat your boyfriend to death just yet.

steve breathes a silent sigh of relief at the door clicking shut, unsticking himself from the wall to make his way to your bedroom door, only waiting for your signal to come out.

“oh my god, oh my god,” you exclaim, barrelling into the room, “too close,” steve’s hands catch your frantic shoulders, slowing down the panic in your eye.

“i know..” he affirms, keeping you steady, “but he’s gone, okay? it’s fine.. he doesn’t know and now next time we’ll just.. we’ll be more careful, yeah?”

your breathing slows, nodding along with his calming words, “okay.. okay,” leaning into his palm as his hand caresses your cheek, “you should go, i don’t want you to be late.”

what did that matter if you weren’t okay? hockey would come and go but he was intending to keep you forever.

“you gonna be okay? i’ll be back as soon as we’re done,” thumb tracing the indents by your mouth, wishing he could just bundle you along with him.

“yeah.. i’m okay, go,” breaking free of his clasp though your palm stays atop of his hand, nodding encouragingly.

so reluctantly he does, leaving you for a frosty morning on the ice. a couple of hours of really testing his ability not to pummel your brother into the ground.

“why’re you late?” eddie spits, damn near slobbers, standing from the bench to approach steve, without an ounce of intimidation in his body.

steve just scoffs, “two minutes.. you’ll survive,” ignoring the stiff man to shove his bag into his locker, slamming the door shut to find eddie’s stoic face just inches from his.

“you’re always fuckin’ late,” his eyes falling slowly to the floor, a disconcerting expression overcomes his features.

through gritted teeth eddie bites, “fucking asshole,” grabbing steve by the scruff of the neck and subsequently throwing him violently back into the lockers. his spine and head, colliding loudly with the metal, a groan escaping his lips at the sudden searing ache.

“what the fuck?”

“stay the fuck away from her!” bellowing into steve’s face, completely unnecessary for the distance between them.

the bridges connect in his head, albeit slowly. realising that ‘her’ was in fact you.

his shoes.

he’d kicked them off by the door last night like he always did, without much thought about the consequence of your brother spotting them.

steve shoves him backwards, unpinning himself from the lockers, letting his anger take over.

“so fucking what?” pushing him further back, “you gonna punch me because i’m dating your sister?” using the opportunity to gain an advantage over eddie, towering above with his brows furrowed.

“no,” eddie growls, “i’ll fucking kill you for dating my sister,” already lunging towards steve, fingertips scraping his shirt as he’s tugged backwards by a both very impressed and yet very frightful jason.

“calm the fuck down!” jason hollers, though his pleas fall on deaf ears as eddie scrambles through his hold, reaching out for steve’s static body.

holy fuck.

you’d told him it’d be bad, and yeah, maybe he had expected a black eye or a bloodied lip but he hadn’t prepared himself for this.

a rage so deep, so visceral that even tommy was ushering steve out of the locker room, a fearful glint to his eye that steve had never seen.

“fuck man,” tommy exasperates, holding his jacket between his fingers, “didn’t think you had it in ya..” amazement rippling through his voice, “you should definitely go though.. give it a couple days and.. he’ll be alright.”

steve wasn’t sure that was true.

a couple of days surely wasn’t enough for that anger to subside. he wouldn’t put it past eddie to creep through the window and strangle him in his sleep.

but he goes nonetheless, a slow, contemplative drive back to your apartment. wondering if this was even the best place to go. you’d be wondering, confused why he didn’t come back. you at least deserved to know.

the door cracks open almost instantaneously, revealing your tear stained face accompanied by your wobbling lip, appalled at the sheer sight of him, “what did you do? steve? what the fuck did you do?”

[luvyeni]

omg im new to ur blog hi <3 im also an 03 liner and a dreamzen and (baby) moa, twinsies 🫶🫶 saw ur reqs were open and was wondering if u could do tubatu and/or dreamies reaction to another member staring at your chest when you're not wearing a bra ?

i was going to req both but idk i feel bad req two at a time so maybe just txt or whatever u feel comfortable w looolll 😭

—｛🎂｝MEMBER LOOKING AT YOU; W/ TUBATU

pairings. boyfriend!tubatu x fem!reader

wc. 466

author's note. welcome💙 i hope you like this.

—｛🍰｝... SOOBIN ! ⋮

soobin isn't a confrontational person, but it involves you , so he also isn't gonna let it slide.

soobin watched beomgyu eye your chest for the past 10 minutes , like soobin was sure beomgyu didn't even notice that soobin had been eyeing him too. you had gotten up, and his eyes still followed your chest as you walked into the other way. once you were out of eye view, beomgyu finally was about to look away but he accidentally locked eyes with a glaring soobin.

"please mind your eyes beomgyu, okay?"

—｛🍰｝...YEONJUN ! ⋮

yeonjun is gonna voice it, he may even get physical , not beat them up , but just a little tap to make them aware.

'how could soobin be so shameless' he thought as he watched his member eye your chest , the shirt you wore didn't require a bra ; and it you could definitely tell you didn't have one on... soobin could and it pissed yeonjun off. "baby could you get me something to drink from the kitchen?" he nodded getting up from his seat , walking past soobin making sure to slap the back of the boys neck.

"stop drooling over my girlfriends chest."

—｛🍰｝... BEOMGYU ! ⋮

so loud about it , he's gonna make sure everyone else knows what just went down.

i don't think huening kai even meant to stare at your chest , you were helping him with his hair since you knew somethings about hair, and you were standing in front of him, and he had so happened to look up from his phone, quickly looking down once he realized, unfortunately it wasn't fast enough for beomgyu, and he yelled out making the boy flustered.

"hey! you pervert stop looking at my girlfriend like that."

—｛🍰｝... TAEHYUN ! ⋮

gonna put a stop to it immediately , like how does one have so much audacity.

taehyun thought beomgyu wasn't aware he was staring at your chest at first, maybe he just had wondering eyes and it was accidentally, then he realized he'd been staring just a bit to intensely for his liking. he got up, walking over to beomgyu who finally notice , bending down so nobody could here.

"did you have fun? i hope you got a good enough look, but stop eyeing my girlfriend like that thank you."

—｛🍰｝... HEUNING KAI !

he doesn't want you to figure it out and be uncomfortable, so he's gonna just give you his hoodie, knowing you wouldn't think anything of it.

kai was upset, how could yeonjun be so shamless, without a care in the world he stared at your chest. he turned to you, hoping you hadn't noticed, he would hate if you were uncomfortable because of his member. "baby?" he smiled. "here's my hoodie, you must be cold." you took it unaware of the reason. he glared at his friend, mouthing:

"turn your eyes away now."

©️LUVYENI

[gureumz]

incriminating

rating: explicit

member: heeseung

notes: fem-bodied reader, brother's friend trope, mild dom/sub dynamics

a/n: my first work on this blog! it's been more than a year since i've written anything like this so i might be a little rusty. feedback is very much welcomed!

you had hoped your friday would be quiet. a calm finale to a whirlwind of a week at university. you were back home, exhausted from an hour's commute from campus, and all you wanted to do was doze off into the weekend.

the steady drone of your air conditioning, the distant sound of the tv downstairs, the occasional gaggle of kids passing by your house yelling; all of these seemed to come together into a sleepy melody, your eyes getting heavier by the minute.

until a sharp knock came from your bedroom door.

"_______?" your brother's muffled voice calls out.

"what?" you answer, a twinge of irritation sparking in your chest.

"wanna watch a movie?" your brother asks. you groan inwardly curling further into yourself.

"no, fuck off," you reply curtly.

your brother tries your doorknob. it's locked, obviously.

"i ordered food and booze," your brother offers, shaking the doorknob more vigorously. you jump out of bed, angrily stomping to your door, ready to kick your brother in the shin if it meant he left you alone.

you yank your door open.

"i don't care, i wanna slee—"

"heeseung's here," your brother whispers.

oh.

well, shit.

"so?" you reply, a feeble attempt at masking the blush creeping down your neck.

"don't act stupid, i know you like him," your brother scoffs.

mildly alarmed, you shove him away from you.

"i do not," you protest.

(yes, you do. you've liked him since the first time you saw heeseung at the front door, your inebriated brother hanging off his tall frame. heeseung had looked absolutely divine at that moment, hair mussed up, cheeks a bright pink from the alcohol. your heartbeat quickens at the mere memory of it all.)

"yeah, whatever," your brother waves a hand dismissively.

"either way, i'm extending my kindness to you on this rarest of occasions. i'm offering real, seasoned, non-university food and more alcohol than i know you can handle."

your brother adds, snickering, "and i'm practically setting you up with my friend."

you sigh, rolling your eyes.

"you have my gratitude, dear brother," you say sarcastically. "don't freak out if we start making out in front of you."

your brother makes a face. "gross."

you merely smile, an artificially saccharine expression, before you slam your bedroom door shut behind you.

---

"i brought a pest," your brother announces as the two of you descend the stairs into the living room. you land a hard punch on his shoulder from behind, reveling in his splutters of pain.

your eyes land on heeseung's figure lounging on one side of the couch and you wish you had put a little more thought into what you were wearing. a gigantic hoodie and ratty house shorts didn't exactly come off as sexy.

at least when compared to heeseung's black shirt clinging deliciously to his toned upper body and his sweats that seemed to leave little to the imagination, the outline of—

"hi, ______," heeseung greets, grinning up at you. your eyes snap back to his face and you feel the familiar blush blooming all over your body.

"hey, heeseung," you answer back, approaching the couch as nonchalantly as you can. for a second, you debate whether you should take a seat on the other end, but your brother's reminder rings back in your head.

i'm practically setting you up with my friend.

you're so going to take full advantage of this.

you seat yourself right in the middle of the couch, close enough to heeseung that you can smell his perfume but still maintaining a civil distance.

you watch your brother disappear into the kitchen, presumably to collect some alcohol, but your line of sight is obstructed as heeseung leans forward, eyes boring right into yours.

"you wanna pick out the movie?" heeseung offers the remote to you. you take it, fiddling with the buttons as you contemplate what to watch.

"horror sounds good. is that okay?" you ask, a taunting smile making its way to your face. your brother may or may not have mentioned heeseung's reluctance with horror movies.

"only if i get to hold your hand through the whole thing," heeseung jests, nudging your shoulder with his.

you laugh, briefly eyeing the kitchen door for any sign of your brother. you'd rather him not hear the next words that come out of your mouth.

"just my hand?"

heeseung stares at you for a second, mouth agape, before he smirks.

"your brother was wrong for bringing his menace of a sibling down here," heeseung says, shaking his head. he brings his hand down on your exposed thigh, fingers rhythmically tapping against your skin.

"especially when they're wearing barely anything on the lower half of their body."

before you can reply, your brother saunters out of the kitchen, three bottles of beer in his hands. heeseung's hand retracts and you cross your legs away from him, creating a little more distance between the two of you.

you busy yourself with selecting the movie, but you can still feel heeseung's eyes practically burning holes into the side of your head.

your friday just got a lot more interesting.

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somewhere in between the cookie-cutter horror movie intro, predictably daunting music, and fake-out jumpscares, your brother had brought all three of you blankets to use as the night turned chillier. the lights had been turned off as well, by none other than yourself.

"for dramatic effect," you had reasoned.

heeseung raised an eyebrow at that, his familiar wolfish smile settling on his face. you ignored this, returning under the warmth of your blanket.

you made no protest when heeseung reached out, twining his fingers between yours under the covers, seemingly spurred on by the lack of visibility from where your brother is sitting.

a loud bang from the tv rips you out of your thoughts, and you feel heeseung's grip simultaneously tighten around your hand. you turn, giving him a look, but his eyes stay glued to the movie.

the music crescendos onscreen and all three of you jump in surprise, heeseung's hand abandoning your own and finding purchase, once again, on your thigh. you draw in a sharp breath when he squeezes, your own hand coming down to grip his wrist, as if in a warning.

he relaxes as the action dies down in the movie, but your chest rises and falls rapidly, your body both hot and cold at the same time.

heeseung's hand moves further inward, fingers smoothing over your inner thigh. you nearly choke on air.

you clear your throat, casually glancing at heeseung before laughing, trying to mask your nervousness.

"someone's scared," you comment, ignoring the way heeseung's hands creep further up the hem of your shorts. you let go of his wrist, mirroring him and reaching straight for the relative area of his pelvis.

your hand brushes against the slight mound in heeseung's pants and you don't miss his sharp intake of breath.

gotcha.

"who, you?" heeseung counters, and you scoff, shaking your head.

"yeah, right. i chose this movie," you say matter-of-factly. you palm heeseung through his sweats, his cock quickly stiffening in response to your touch. you cast a sideways glance toward your brother, relieved to see that he seems blissfully unaware of where your hand has ended up.

"it's not even that scary," your brother comments, gesturing to the tv.

"right?" heeseung agrees, taking the opportunity to meet your gaze, his eyes dark. you smile, pulling your hand away.

"you know what, i'm hungry. anyone else wants food? i'll heat up the pizza." your brother rises from his seat and you quickly pull your blanket tighter around yourself, concealing heeseung's hand still wedged between your thighs.

"i'll have some, please," you request, laying on the politeness, which you knew annoyed your brother. he grimaces, walking past you.

"i'm good," heeseung declares. "i have to use the bathroom, though."

you grab the remote and pause the movie. heeseung stands up and you follow, slipping past him and practically skipping towards the stairs.

"i'll change into pajamas. it's too cold," you say, hoping this sorry attempt at an excuse doesn't ring any alarm bells in your brother's head. if it did, he didn't mention anything as he merely supplies an 'okay' before heading into the kitchen.

you bound up the stairs, turning towards heeseung and sending him a wink. heeseung takes one last look at the kitchen, making sure your brother isn't looking, before tailing right behind you.

heeseung keeps a safe distance from you, but you can feel his presence all the same. you walk towards your bedroom, your hand barely turning the knob before you feel heeseung press up behind you.

he pushes the door open all the way, coaxing you inside. you turn to face him, one of his arms circling your waist while the other pulls your door close, careful not to make any noise that could alert your brother.

"what a tease," heeseung comments, both of his hands landing on your hips as he presses your bodies together.

"says the scaredy cat who needs to grope his friend's sister to distract himself from some silly horror movie," you shoot back, hands slipping under his shirt. he's so warm, it has your heart beating wildly.

"please," heeseung chuckles. "you like being groped, don't you?"

"only if it's you," you answer before pulling heeseung down to you, your lips crashing together messily.

heeseung groans into your mouth, pushing you towards your bed. you pull back slightly, letting yourself fall onto your mattress, your hand gripping heeseung's shirt. you pull him down with you, his arms reaching out to brace himself.

your movements are frantic as you kiss him again, moving further up on your bed until you're lying square on your pillow, heeseung hovering over you, his hair falling over his eyes. those eyes that bore straight into your own, sending involuntary shivers up your spine.

"god, you're pretty," heeseung reveres, holding one side of your face.

you smile, butterflies erupting in your stomach. heeseung grins back before kissing you sweetly and much softer this time, his hands running down your sides. he hooks his thumbs into your shorts and you let him pull them off you, his palm smoothing over your leg.

"you think your brother knows what we're doing?" heeseung asks, a mischievous glint in his eye.

you shrug. heeseung pulls his own bottoms off, kicking them to the floor unceremoniously.

"honestly? i don't care if he does," you admit, reaching out, arms circling around heeseung's neck as he comes back closer to you.

"he'll kill me, for sure," heeseung says, laughing. he dips his fingers between your folds, spreading the wetness around. you moan softly, your bottom lip catching between your teeth.

"or, he'll beat me to a pulp, at least," heeseung adds.

"but it'll be so worth it once i'm done with you."

heeseung slips a finger in you easily, your arousal evident by the way you're probably dripping onto your sheets. he adds another finger, the sweet drag of the digits against your walls sending your mind into a frenzy.

"yes, just like that," you breathe out, eyes scrunching shut.

"look at me, baby," heeseung commands, and you immediately obey, eyelids fluttering open. he's looking down at you, practically fucking you with his eyes.

but you need the real thing.

"n-need you," you mutter, unable to find the full extent of your voice with the way he's still fingering you.

heeseung leans down and places a kiss on your forehead. then on your temple. on your cheek. on your jaw. your neck. then, finally, behind your ear.

you mewl helplessly.

"tell me exactly what you want," heeseung whispers and you shiver once more as his breath tickles your ear.

"i need you inside me," you say meekly, suddenly embarrassed now that you hear it out loud from your own mouth.

heeseung pinches at your earlobe ever-so-slightly with his teeth before soothing it with a kiss.

"good," heeseung mumbles. he pulls his fingers out, licking them clean as you watch, entranced by the man in front of you.

heeseung takes hold of himself and your eyes fixate on his length, heavy in his hand and leaking precum. your mouth waters as you assess just how big he is.

(spoiler: he's really big.)

heeseung catches your eye and grins. your cheeks heat up but you can't look away.

he inches closer, pressing the tip to your entrance, and anticipation bubbles up inside you. heeseung holds your legs apart, pushing more of himself in. he gets halfway when an intense wave of pleasure surges through you. you moan, heeseung gasping softly at the same time. in a split second, heeseung buries himself all the way into you, and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"fuck," you curse, fingers twisting your sheets as you grip them for dear life.

"you feel so good," heeseung says through gritted teeth. "how do you feel so good?"

"please," you blabber. "please, please, move."

heeseung obliges, thrusting into you. this ignites a new wave of desperation from both of you, heeseung seemingly overwhelmed by how you feel around him, and you clamping a hand down on your mouth to stop yourself from crying out in pleasure.

heeseung pushes your hoodie up your chest, exposing your boobs. he licks his lips hungrily, leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth. your moans spill through your hand as heeseung's tongue flicks against the nub harshly.

the world around you starts to get fuzzy. heeseung keeps an unrelenting pace, pounding into you with a force you've never experienced before. heeseung lets up on your nipple and you pull him close, your fingernails digging into his shoulders.

heeseung starts peppering kisses on on side of your neck, sucking at a spot before running his tongue over it. you damn near go mad at how good it all feels.

"oh god," heeseung groans. "'m sorry...not gonna...last long."

this pulls a moan out of you, the idea of heeseung being unable to restrain himself because of you causes you to clench down on him. he curses, pulling back to grip your hips. it's almost painful, but you don't care, too lost in the feeling of heeseung.

"god, you're so fucking hot, so fucking gorgeous," heeseung praises, hammering in and out of you. you can't even form a coherent thought, all you can think to do is reach down to rub desperately at your clit, urging yourself closer to release.

"fuck yeah," heeseung practically growls. "touch yourself for me."

your mouth hangs open as you feel yourself racing to your orgasm. heeseung mumbles out a litany of curses mixed with your name and you think it's the most beautiful thing you've heard.

finally, a burst of stars explodes behind your closed eyelids, and your body jerks, white-hot pleasure coursing through your body. heeseung lets out a deep, guttural moan as he keeps you in place, his cum spilling inside you.

heeseung gives a few cursory thrusts as he rides out his high, stopping when the last drop has left him. you lie there, motionless, panting and eyes bleary.

heeseung drops next to you on your bed and you lazily reach over, draping yourself over him. he wraps an arm around you, stroking your hair as you both catch your breaths.

you both don't say anything for a while, basking in what you just did, but footsteps jolt you both out of your peace.

three sharp knocks are delivered on your door and your heart sinks.

"shit," heeseung whispers, scrambling for his pants. he tosses you your underwear and shorts and you quickly pull them on, ignoring the voice screaming in your head about how his cum is going to drip down your leg and it's gonna be gross and—

"mom and dad are almost home," your brother's voice calls out from the other side of the door.

"if i were the two of you, i'd erase any incriminating evidence, of...whatever you just did," your brother adds before you hear him walk away from your bedroom.

you look at heeseung and he looks back. you both collapse in a fit of giggles.

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

Hey! i'm new to the twst fandom, and got recommended ur blog! ur writing is so soft, i love it! is there any blogs like urs, that does art or writes /reader fics that u would recommend?? i'm trying to find some more to follow! thnx 💕

Hello Anon! ☆

Thank you so much for your ask, and welcome to the Twst fandom! ♡

Ahhhh it makes me so happy to hear that you enjoy my work! ♡ I noticed you sent a similar ask to my friend Ian (@crystallizsch), where she recommended my blog in this post here! ♡

It was very sweet of her to include me, and I'm honored to be apart of her recommendation list! ♡

While my recommendations may include the same blogs she already recommended to you, all of these blogs are ones I enjoy and personally think deserve recognition ♡

Everyone on this list is incredibly talented, whether it be with writing, art, OC's, OC x canon's, etc.

If we've never interacted before, and you notice yourself tagged in this post (and to my lovely mutuals): Hello! ♡ I love your work, and I thank you for the amazing content you make. It's a joy whenever you pop up on my dash, and I look forward to whatever else you decide to make/do in the future! I'm a bit shy, so I don't tend to interact much. But just know that I love your work, and I hope you have a good day ♡

(Please note: If I forgot anyone, I apologize! It's also nothing personal if you don't see your name on here, as I'm not familiar with every Twst blog out there! These are just my personal recommendations based on blogs I know of and enjoy ♡)

If you do not wish to be tagged, please let me know! Thank you! ♡

Amazing artists, writers, OC's, and OC x Canon's:

@crystallizsch @midnightmah07 @boopshoops @br3adtoasty @skriblee-ksk

@cheerleaderman @nicoliharu @broh3m3 @shroudbud @lemonrin-i

@r-aindr0p @reirei404 @revivemyreverie @ramshacklerumble @pointy-spiral

@wellerdanny @daily-trey @selfinserttothestars @offorestsongs @oya-oya-okay

@jovieinramshackle @secondary-colorentimy @pmpmdeluxe @dibbledoodle @deeva-arud

@ashipiko @the-trinket-witch @thehollowwriter @thegoldencontracts @fruity-arts

@egophiliac @0honeybones0 @mintmoth @lico-arts

I'm sure there's plenty of other blogs just as amazing as the one's I recommended (as I'm not familiar with everyone!) so I also wanted to bring up tags! ♡

If you are interested in a specific character (whether it be for art or x Reader stories) you can look for them using tags! ♡

For example, if I wanted to see work of Idia, I could try searching #Idia Shroud, or #Idia x reader! ♡

I hope this helps Anon, and thank you so much for coming to me for some recommendations! It's an honor that you would want to know the blogs I enjoy! ♡

Welcome to the Twst fandom! ♡♡♡

Thank you! ♡

[cerise-on-top]

hi<3 if you can, can you do valeria and laswell with a gothic s/o? like someone who likes darker/morbid things and things like that! love your blog by the way! it’s definitely my favorite blog to come look at after a long ass day <333

Hey there! Sorry, but I couldn't really find too much on what counts as dark and morbid in the goth scene, so I wrote more general HCs, I hope that's alright still ^^;

Valeria and Laswell with a Gothic!S/O

Valeria: She’d most definitely be intrigued, but not too much. In all honesty, she doesn’t know too much about the subculture, she’s never really met a goth who was clearly one. However, if it makes you happy, that’s all that matters to her. While she won’t really know too many bands, or any at all, she’d be more than happy to listen to a few if you want her to. Yes, she won’t always have the time, but when she isn’t too busy she could put on some songs by Joy Division or The Cure, she really doesn’t mind. She can vibe to that sort of music, even if it isn’t her favorite. You’re more than welcome to discuss the literature with her, though. She’s probably never read a single gothic literature book, but she can buy you some. Anything from poetry to a regular novel, it’s quite alright. While she won’t be the best person to go to when it comes to discussing those, she’ll support you either way. However, something she could definitely enjoy would be going clothes shopping with you. The fashion is kind of nice, she has to admit, so she’d be more than happy to buy you whatever garments you desire. Will go out of her way to find something you might like as well. I can’t see her being too much into the history of goth culture, though. It’s nice that you are a goth, if you want to tell her about it, then you can and she’ll listen to you, but she likely doesn’t have the time to research everything by herself. Tell her about its roots and she can definitely appreciate you going against what’s mainstream and how it all came to be. She’s a very defiant and rebellious woman herself, so she definitely gets it.

Laswell: She knows so many people, I wouldn’t be surprised if she has worked with goths before. And even if she hasn’t directly, she’s likely seen quite a few walking around the city. She usually grows worried for them in summer since their attire is black, which makes it quite hot. However, she’d be very intrigued by you and your subculture. It’s something very near and dear to you, so she would put in the effort to learn about your history. Will give some classic bands a listen as well. She just really wants to have something to talk about with you. Besides, she gets to learn more about you. While she may not be the biggest fan of your interest in death, considering she’s surrounded by it more often than not, she’d be more than happy to indulge anything else it has to offer. Laswell spent a good chunk of life left alone with her thoughts, so she definitely knows a thing or two about melancholy, the state of the world and introspection. Maybe not in the same way you do, but she can definitely keep up in a conversation. She’s likely also unintentionally read some of the more popular gothic novels out there and liked them, so she’d make for a good discussion partner as well. While she doesn’t particularly understand the need to make your face completely white, she doesn’t mind. In fact, she thinks it looks quite cool, even if it’s not for her. However, the fashion in and of itself looks really good to her. Again, she wouldn’t want to wear it, but something about Victorian and Edwardian fashion has a certain something to it that she can’t quite place. Like Valeria, she’ll definitely buy you things she thinks you might like. Anything from a suit or a corset to a book about poetry. Beware, though, she will read the books before you can.

[artsybridgerton]

Hello there! I read that you wanted to write a Benedict Bridgerton x reader so I want to request that for you :)

you can write anything but I wanted that they meet for pure case and that reader is a really cheerful, happy and clumsy person lol

idk if regency/modern, feel comfortable to choose!

thank you in anticipation and have a good day/night! 💟

Hi @shoyooss! Thank you for the request! So I tried my best but i think it came out a little cringy.

Could be the fact that i couldn't think of how a cheerful/happy person is, probably cause i've never been that myself but hey, i gave it a shot :D

I hope you like it even a little and i apologize for everything you will read on my blog :D

Thanks for trusting me tho <3

with love, Essy<3

p.s. the pigeon part is actually based on true events in yours truly's life :)

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warnings: my mediocre writing lol

modern au

Pieces of paper

You’ve been looking for a job with no luck but recently you started working in this bar as a waitress, with no experience at all. You may or may not have lied on your resumé with having years of experience.

It was a busy morning and you were told to stay outside of the bar to welcome in the customers other than that you were also in charge of keeping the pigeons away from the people eating and the plates that were yet to be taken inside to be washed.

As you were fighting off the pigeons your coworker came to you.  “Hey, when you’re done with that, help this man with his order ok?”

“No problem!” You smiled at her as you quickly ran inside leaving the customers fend for themselves. “At Least they didn’t poop on me!” you thought to yourself.

Taking a tray you approached the counter to bring the order to the customer: a cappuccino, a glass of orange juice and avocado on toast. As you turned around to accidentally bump into a tall man spilling the customer’s coffee on him.

He yelped slightly. “Wow, that coffee was hot!”

“I am so sorry sir, I didn’t see you!” You reach for your rag wanting to try and clean the stain on his shirt but by doing so you accidentally let go of the tray you were holding with both hands making everything fall on his feet. 

“Great heavens!” you immediately crouch to clean up. “Sir I will personally hand wash your clothes if you let me, I'm deeply sorry!”

“It’s fine miss” He smiled and also crouched to help you clean. 

“Well you could always say it’s a fashion statement!” You say trying to make the situation less awkward. At that he chuckled a little. “Really sir, let me at least offer you some coffee, i mean it! The whole breakfast perhaps? Lunch? Is dinner more of your liking?”

“Well that escalated quickly, I might just assume you want to ask me out” He joked and slightly moved closer to you while you were looking down putting the food back on the tray.

“Wou-would you want me to?” Panic-flirting was an ability you developed recently but now you directly head-butted him when you looked back up to him so he lost his balance.

“Sir! I didn’t mean to do that! Would you like an ambulance?” You panicked.

You help him back up. Only now you got a good look at his face and thought he was actually very handsome.

He let out a laugh in confusion. “Miss, really everything is fine, don’t worry” He cleaned himself off. 

“I’m y/n, this is my number, i will gladly pay whatever damage i caused to your person sir” you say as you write down your contact on a piece of paper. 

“Benedict” He offered you his hand to shake. 

You shaked his hand, keeping eye contact, almost mesmerized by his eyes.

“Miss, I'm still waiting for my order!” The other customer yelled.

“Oh shit right!” You were woken up from the trance and went back to the counter to retake the order.

In the meantime, Benedict ordered a cup of tea and sat down to enjoy it.

Some time has passed and you were now cleaning up the tables.

As you passed near Benedict’s table he stopped you and handed you a piece of paper. “My number.” You look at him confused. “You still have to offer me a meal, dinner? was it?” He winked. 

You couldn’t help but smile at him as you accepted the paper.

[asclexe]

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name: asclexe formally? cameron causally, but call me whatever! no, seriously! idc! nicknames (ex: cam, ronnie, cammy, etc) are welcome! feel free to call me your pookie or your son or child or something, be creative!

⭐️gender and pronouns: i am uhhh. nonbinary i think. they/them preferred, but it/its or he/him are also fine!! i prefer gender neutral terms, but i also am more masc leaning. like im a man. but also just a person.

⭐️not specifying my age but im a minor. B cool!! internet safety!!

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⭐️ i am also white :/

⭐️star sign: leo :3

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⭐️fandoms im most active in:

house md

doctor who (only on season 2!!)

good omens

warrior cats (on arc 5 but i don’t plan on reading them)

dungeon meshi

movies in general

+ any other fandoms i consume in the future!!

⭐️fandoms i rarely post abt but still enjoy

tbosas/the hunger games

dead poets society

six feet under

a series of unfortunate events

fnaf

she-ra/the owl house/steven universe/gravity falls/etc

bluey

barbie/monster high

doogie howser md

scott pilgrim

the amazing digital circus

the middle

stardew valley

the spiderverse

abbott elementary

aggretsuko

i will post abt my sims occasionally :3 most posts are text posts bc im untalented

*i’m looking to get into evangelion, supernatural, hannibal, saw, and dexter 👍

i write fanfiction and poetry (i take requests feel free to hmu), i do local theater, i make pride icons (also requests hmu) i drabble in the occasional doodle, and i like baking and watching youtube and scrolling through tumblr and walking through the forest and my neighborhood and making bracelets and spending money and laying on the floor and singing and dancing and being silly and reading medical textbooks and cool novels and hanging with my irls and idk, yeah! life! carpe diem!

*also i’m trying to get into reality shifting! (im not a freak i swear)

⭐️my fav music artists (a little all over the place:3) jack stauber, will wood, lemon demon, tally hall/miracle musical, dazey and the scouts, mommy long legs, the oozes, bear ghost, mitski, chappell roan, weezer, the smashing pumpkins, my chemical romance, laufey, liana flores, faye webster, MARINA, pearl & the oysters, queen, no doubt, slipknot, korn, mindless self indulgence, hole, some olivia rodrigo, charli xcx, some vocaloids,

i love pretty much all kinds of jazz, rock, and showtunes (except ballads. i dislike ballads)

my music taste can be described as like. neurodivergent weird kid alt rock and hot girl summer pop.

(music recs are very much welcome <33)

*taylor swift enjoyers follow at your own risk (i hate on her occasionally. i really dislike her music and she’s also not that great of a person)

random facts about me :3

⭐️i’m left-handed (bully me for it ik im a freak)

⭐️unfortunately a theater kid :/

⭐️tall for this website

⭐️the most insufferable and annoying person ever

⭐️DOESNT BITE!! (i swear)

⭐️ i’m genetically pitch perfect but i’m awful with rhythm

⭐️favorite planet is ur mom (i ❤️ venus)

⭐️honors roll baby 🔥🔥

⭐️im most likely neurodiverse?? undiagnosed but speculated

⭐️perpetually alone only child 😔 please talk to me i love chatting with people, asks and replies preferred, dms okay <33

⭐️favorite color green. all of the shades.

⭐️i haven’t cried properly in like a year and i am not breaking my mewing streak

⭐️minorly touch/attention starved :3

⭐️single & ready to mingle!! (please don’t fucking talk to me like that im aroace and a minor )

⭐️REBLOGGING MACHINE 💪💪

⭐️i’ve never seen an episode of spongebob but saw the musical

⭐️#1 BEST XBOX SIMMER 🔥🔥

⭐️im nicer than i seem (i’m also a very negative person in general but i keep my thoughts to myself!)

⭐️i have a massive sweet tooth :3

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[reactionimagesdaily]

REACTION IMAGES BLOG PATCH NOTES (aka the 10k follower celebrations got out of hand)

Hey everyone!

So it's been a hot minute since I announced that we passed 10,000 followers on here! I'm sure... well, I'm actually sure that most people won't be TOO fussed either way, but I did say I was gonna do some stuff, and I wanna stick to my word if nothing else xD

So! Let the celebrations begin! Firstly, I'm announcing a new QnA (I love those things) that'll last,,,, I'll say 2 weeks and go from there. Feel free to ask me about whatever you want!! If you want to cater to me specifically, my current big interests are Baldur's Gate 3, Cyberpunk 2077, Mass Effect, and uuuuh Halo. (Also Bionicle remains a constant.) (Lots of scifi videogame stuff at the moment...)

[IK there's still some stuff in the inbox I need to answer/respond to you - I promise I'll get to those as well <3 thank you so much for your patience, if you've been waiting]

Secondly, here's a new song cover! IDK how many of you have played the game Divinity: Original Sin 2, but here's me singing Lohse's song; Sing For Me.

Thirdly: here's a new gimmick blog! I Was Not Joking. (Though, for my sanity, it's gonna be weekly instead of daily.) I'll be posting the images I have saved in my folder called 'feral screenshots' - it'll basically be a collection of cursed images/images with strange auras. I wanna say y'all know the ones, but if you don't, then here's an example of what we're dealing with:

[Image ID: a person floating in a rubber ring in a swimming pool. On their head is what looks like a life-size Lego head.]

Introduciiiiing the Weekly Weird Images blog!

And Fourthly! It is my great pleasure to announce that we're adding alt text to all the images on this blog! Sorry it took so long to get round to T_T

And yes - I do mean we! To write out all the alt text for these images, I've on-boarded minion-in-chief/court jester aplomb @tizzytinkertilly! I (the reaction images guy) will still be handling every other part of the blog - she'll just be doing that bit. For the sake of my sanity xD

This is kind of a big change - both the addition of alt text, and the fact that this blog is no longer a single-person operation - so for the foreseeable future, the queue's been tweaked so that we only post 2 images a day instead of 4. (Fun fact! 2 images a day was the original MO of this blog, and then covid happened and I was like "I'll make it 4 a day because it'll be a nice thing to do for everyone while they're miserable in this pandemic :)" and then I never stopped (although you could argue that the pandemic never stopped either).) Maybe if/when we fall into a good routine and feel like we can do more, we can bump the rate of images back up, but right now this is a teething phase and I'm keen to slow things down for a little bit. :P (Tumblr has made some WEIRD mechanical choices for group blogs, I'll be honest.)

And, uh, yeah, that's all! Let the QnA begin- Hope y'all enjoy the song cover- Hope y'all enjoy the additional blog- A big welcome to Tinks and to alt text! Happy 10k followers, everybody!

[stevesbipanic]

Boy For All Seasons

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Ao3

After that it became rare for the boys not to see each other. Steve always dropped off and picked up the kids from Hellfire but now he came inside and chatted with Eddie while they packed up. Eddie was now a glorified employee of Family Video often helping Steve and Robin put back tapes while they talked about whatever came to mind. Before long, Thanksgiving weekend had arrived.

"Hey Stevie, how many Harringtons do you guys manage to fit in that big house of yours this time of year?"

"What do you mean, Eds?"

"Ya know, for Thanksgiving, oh or do you guys do the visiting, I guess a lot of y'all have big houses. Do you take turns?"

"Um, no, we used to visit my grandma but we haven't since she died when I was little, I think my parents are in Fiji this year."

"But then how do you have Thanksgiving dinner?"

"I...don't, just watch the football game and have a couple beers."

"Well, I'm sure Wayne would love someone who understood the game this year."

"You, you want me to join you for Thanksgiving?"

"Of course, Stevie, besides I'm pretty sure Wayne is signing the adoption papers as we speak."

Steve laughed, "He's known me for like three weeks, Eddie."

"Yeah, and? He's gotta get in quick, knows Dustin's mom's aiming for ya."

Steve smiles, "Ok Eds, I'll be there, but you better not have some turkey costume stocked away."

"Wouldn't dream of it, plus the church already borrowed it."

That weekend Steve was welcomed into the home of the Munsons.

"I brought pie," Steve said wrapped in a soft sweater when Eddie answered the door.

"You know you didn't have to bribe me, sweetheart, but it is much appreciated," Eddie replied taking the pie as Steve stepped inside.

"Game started yet?"

"Not yet, which side you rooting for, son?"

"Lions all the way, I have some pride after all. Better not be putting on the Cowboys game either."

Eddie barely understood what had been said but the look on Wayne's face made it clear this was the right answer. Eddie finished up dinner while gazing foundly at the two men on the couch. The air was warm and comfortable despite the time of year, if Eddie allowed himself to dream it felt like family, but he didn't want to get his hopes up just yet.

The three of them crowded round the too small table for dinner, Wayne making a little speech as he carved the turkey. They went around and said what they were thankful for this year.

"I'm thankful for the plant giving me a bonus so we could have this beautiful bird tonight."

"I'm thankful for Stevie for allowing me not to have to watch the game again this year."

"I'm thankful for both of you having me here tonight."

"We wouldn't want you anywhere else, Steve."

Later, after they'd shared pie around and it was time for Steve to head back home, Eddie stopped him.

"Hey, it's late why don't you just crash here?"

"That would be great actually if it's not too much trouble?"

"Course not."

"If you have a spare blanket I can just take the couch."

"Nonsense, my bed has plenty of room, c'mon."

Eddie's bed certainly did not have plenty of room for two fully grown boys, but neither of them complained as they lay back to back. Eddie was quick to fall asleep with his bed being nice and warm. For once, he woke up early the next day and was blessed with Steve curled into his chest, a relaxed look gracing his face. Eddie knew then it was too late, his hopes were up and he just hoped they wouldn't be left to fall.

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[itjazzbicch]

Unraveling Truths

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Fem Reader

Summary:A request from my Wattpad: (Also for the sake of this fic, Kuina is alive)

The reader and Zoro are inseparable BFFs, but when Zoro suddenly isn’t around, the reader learns that he ran into his old friend, Kuina. Zoro starts ignoring the reader because of Kuina, who sees how close he is to the reader, creating a huge turmoil that finally opens Zoro’s eyes and makes him realize his true feelings for the reader

Warnings: Kuina is toxic (as per request) Soft Zoro! Sword duel that leads to injury (read is stabbed but she all good lol) Reader is mentioned to have incredible abilities. SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Fingering, oral F receiving, first “I love yous”)

Word Count: 4.1k

It was a normal routine to explore and at least attempt to relax while the log post reset.

Thankfully we landed at a island where they weren’t so frightened by pirates. So we could just enjoy the towns, shop, do whatever we needed to.

I woke up, ready to tackle the day, the first thing I planned to do, train with Zoro like always.

He was my best friend, the one person who truly lit up my world and for some reason, I couldn’t find him anywhere.

He probably just got lost again, but after searching for what felt like forever, I found Nami at a store, going to ask if she had seen Zoro till I heard his laugh and a woman’s too.

We were right across from a swordsmith where Zoro was laughing with a girl with short black hair.

I didn’t recognize her, but it looked like they knew each other well.

“Hey Zoro!” I called, heading over, ready to introduce myself, but they started walking away, “Hey, Zoro! I’m talking to you-“

Following them around a corner, they were suddenly gone. It was weird as if they disappeared. My voice was loud enough, so he had to of heard me.

I tried not to stress myself out about it, going back to the Sunny and doing whatever to distract myself.

Before I knew it, dinner time came around, Sanji serving the fresh food as we heard:

“Hey everybody. I brought a guest.”

“Oh yeah? Who?!” Luffy jumped up excitedly, all of us watching that girl from earlier walking in:

“Remember my friend Kuina I told you guys about? She’s in this village. What a coincidence, right?”

The way he smiled at her made me feel sad, a bit jealous even. All of them welcoming her and I was so zoned out, watching as everyone introduced themselves, Luffy tapping me:

“And this is Y/N!”

Trying to smile, nothing but anxiety came out, the silence so awkward as Kuina just stared at me.

“Y/N is a swordsman too. Well, swordswoman,” Zoro sat next to me, and Kuina followed, looking me up and down as she passed:

“Mhm, interesting.”

I was so anxious that I could barely eat, Zoro managed to make some small talk with me. Saying that he got caught up with the swords smith where he ran into Kuina.

Zoro sounded genuine, so I smiled at him:

“Can’t blame you there. They did have some nice swords. We should go back tomorrow. I have the money.”

“Looks like you need a real sword instead of that pocket knife you have,” Kuina mumbled, not thinking I heard.

If anxiousness wasn’t enough, that pissed me off. I had one of the rarest katanas on this whole planet. I tried to ignore it and eat, but my stomach was in knots, having to put my fork down, covering my mouth.

“Hey, you ok’y?” Zoro said with his mouth stuff, patting my shoulder, looking at him, I saw Kuina’s eyes darting at me and I said quietly:

“I think I need some fresh air is all. Excuse me, please.”

Leaving the dining room and going up deck, staring at the moon with deep breaths, it helped my nausea, but I couldn’t build the courage to go back in there.

Maybe I could just train with Zoro tomorrow morning. Not bothering to go back to the dining room, I just went to bed, curled up in my pillows, hoping tomorrow would be a better day.

“Rise and shine, Zoro,” I said sweetly, going to his room and peaking my head in the door and no one was there.

“What are you doing?”

Turning around, I found Kuina, arms crossed with a scowl on her face.

“I was just looking for Zoro. We train every morning. It’s practically a ritual,” I explained, trying to be as kind as possible.

“You know, calling yourself a swordswoman is pathetic. I can just tell that all you are is a giant weight strapped to his leg, holding him down.”

“You’ve never even seen me wield a sword!” I scoffed, baffled by her assumptions.

“I’m sure I’d want to gouge my eyes out if did. You stay away from-“

“Kuina! Y/N! You ready to train?!”

I just stood there, puzzled by how quickly her manner changed, looking at zoro with a smile as she nodded:

“Always ready! Y/N was just hear showing me her katana. I’m ready to see what she’s capable of!”

That made my jaw drop, Zoro so oblivious as he laughed at me:

“I bet that’s nice to hear from Kuina, right?”

“Just a bond, between swordswomen,” She giggled, glaring at me as Zoro had his eyes closed, still laugh, wrapping an arm around him and practically flirting with him, “How about you and I do our traditional warm up first though. You haven’t taught her, huh?”

“No, that’s just for us,” He smiled at her, falling right for it, saying to me, “It won’t take us long though-“

“That’s okay. You two just practice,” I whispered, walking away while fighting tears, “I’m nauseous again. Probably from that squid Sanji made.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” He chuckled, changing moods so quickly as he took Kuina, “Time to train, Kuina!”

“Im always ready!” She smiled back, but glaring at me as I stopped and watch them walk away.

For the entire day, I sat out by some rocks that where by the shore and I could see the two of them training, walking into town together.

Zoro and I were practically inseparable and now that Kuina was here, it was like I didn’t exist. If I was even the tiniest bit quiet towards Zoro, he’d be asking what’s wrong. Now nothing.

Heading back to the Sunny as I was starving, I found Nami reading, sitting at the counter with her.

“Hey you, haven’t seen you at all today. You alright?”

“Is it okay if I ask for your opinion, Nami?” I asked, taking a deep breath as she nodded:

“Of course.”

“So, ever since Zoro ran in Kuina, he’s being treating me so differently.”

“Define differently,” Nami tilted her head at me as she was intrigued.

“Like I don’t exist,” I said while fighting tears again, “He ignores me and only pays attention to her. He won’t even train with me. And that Kuina, she keeps saying smart things under her breath. She even threatened me this morning! But the second Zoro comes around she acts like some Angel. I’m not overreacting am I?”

“What? She threatened you?!” Nami’s response made me feel somewhat at ease, clearly agreeing with me, “I could punch Zoro for that. It’s completely unfair to you.”

“Thank goodness, I thought I was going crazy,” I sighed, Nami being the great friend she was as she rubbed my back.

“You’re not crazy, Y/N. You know what actually? Skip Zoro! Let’s go have a girls day or something. What do you say?”

“I’d like that a lot,” I smiled softly, holding her hand as she dragged me along calling out:

“Oh Sanji! Y/N and I would like to go town! Would you be so kind to escort us?!”

I realized then what she was doing, laughing as Sanji was so far away his voice echoed, but he zipped right over:

“COMING MY SWEET ANGELS!”

Putting down the ramp so we could exit the Sunny, he held both hands out for us

“Shall we go, my dear princesses?”

“We shall,” I giggled with Nami, taking his hand and heading for the town.

“First things first!” Nami pointed at a boutique, smiling at it and Sanji running to get the door.

“Buy whatever you want, my loves. My treat.”

“Say less!” I laughed, heading in and this was exactly what I needed.

Trying on so many clothes, we left with handfuls of bags, trotting along with Nami and Sanji, but darting an eye as I heard:

“What the hell are you doing shopping at a boutique?”

Zoro. It made me remember when he ignored me at the sword smith’s yesterday. So, I did what he did to me. Ignored him and kept walking.

“Y/N?” Turning at the wrong corner, we finally lost trail of him.

I hoped that I would be the last I saw of him till we all went back to the Sunny. Sanji treated us for dinner and while sipping an excellent glass of wine, Nami and I glared as Kuina approached the table with Zoro.

“We can join you, of course right?”

“Why of course!” Sanji’s lovesickness was a pain, but I acted as if she wasn’t there. Only talking to Nami.

“So, uh-, you see that swordsmith today?” Zoro leaned towards me, staring with a cocked eyebrow as I only shrugged.

For a change, he sounded nervous, trying to talk more:

“You really should. I saw a katana I think you’d like.”

“Tomorrow,” I huffed, looking and focusing on the food being served.

Zoro wouldn’t stop staring at me, not knowing why I would only talk to Nami and Sanji.

Sanji did keep his promise of paying, going to leave and I was last next to Zoro.

“You going to finally tell me what’s wrong?” Zoro pulled me aside where no one could see, growing angry at my response:

“Nothings wrong.”

I went to walk away, but he pulled me back, claiming:

“You’re lying. Now tell me what’s wrong, damn it.”

No words this time, I snatched my hand away, going to leave to, of course, find Kuina who was waiting.

“Taking my advice huh? Good girl.”

Referencing what she told me in the morning, I only stared at her, stopped dead in my tracks, ready to lose it on her.

“Not getting lost again, are you Zoro?” There went her good girl act again, and it made me clench a fist, “I’ll make sure you don’t get lost.”

“Leave me alone,” He groaned, rolling his eyes at her, “I have you two to guide me.”

Rolling my eyes at him, I shook my head and headed for the Sunny.

Luffy apparently found a bunch of things he liked and wasted his allowance again, but it was nice seeing the whole crew practically on the main deck, dancing and laughing, Sanji serving drinks.

I decided to stick with Sanji, who was tending to me as if I really were a princess. I wasn’t so blue or angry, but I shouldn’t have given my hopes up.

“Want another glass, my love?” Sanji offered and I smiled at him:

“You’ve been treating me all day, dear. You stay put and enjoy yourself. I got it.

Heading to get more wine, I stopped as a request caught my attention:

“Mind bringing me a refill too? Since you wanna be so sweet?”

Zoro was sitting against the wall, holding up and empty bottle. I was conflicted but my soft spot for him softened some more, going to take it but it was snatched away.

“Don’t worry, Zoro. I know what you like.”

“I thought you haven’t seen each other since you were kids. Unless Zoro has been drinking since he was a child, I don’t know about that.”

Finally, something in me snapped, not tolerating Kuina’s fake attitude anymore.

For a change, she was speechless. Zoro looking at us confused, Kuina starting to show her true colors as she was breaking too:

“What did I tell you earlier?”

“Guy, hold up,” Zoro quickly rose to his feet, but I ignored him again, raising my voice:

“Why don’t you tell me again? Tell everyone for that matter! Especially Zoro, who’s eating up all you’re fake bullshit!”

“Y/N!” Zoro tried pulling me back, but I swatted him away, silence falling with all eyes on Kuina and I.

“I’ve had enough,” Kuina was bold, pulling out and wielding her sword, “Y/N, I challenge you to a duel.”

“Nothing Id love more,” I smirked, circling around the deck while wielding my katana, “You’re going to regret this, Kuina.”

“Y/N! KUINA! STOP THIS NOW!” Zoro was pissed, but shocked by the anger he’s never seen from me:

“YOU BUD OUT OF THIS!”

“For once, she’s right,” Kuina agreed, taking her stance, “I won’t bother to lie. I’ve never liked you and I will finish you.”

Everyone was in pure shock and I was done talking, only motioning her with a finger and as she charged me, one swing of my sword, striking hers, sent her flying into the wall.

Needing to pick herself up, there was fire of anger in her eyes meanwhile, I stayed composed, not even a hitch in my breath.

Blinded by anger and charging me again, we exchanged one clash before I knocked her to the ground, sword falling out of her hand.

She was quick enough to grab it. Rolling back just to get met with a strong hit from me that nearly knocked her down.

Able to regain balance, she went to strike me, but the moment she rose her katana, I sliced it in two, breaking it and sending it flying into the wall. 

“I’m done wasting my time with you,” I growled, putting my katana away as she kneeled before me, “You’re no match for me.” 

“Holy shit,” I heard Zoro whisper, that making me chuckle, ready to return to my wine, but freezing as everyone gasped. 

There was this sharp, pierecing burn in my stomach, shaking as I looked down, blood oozing out of me as Kuina pretended to stand but rammed her ragged blade through my stomach, close to my belly button. 

“Y/N!” Everyone yelled, Kuina hiding the space between us to twist while pulling out her broken blade, making me fall to my knees instantly, Zoro screaming:

“WHAT THE HELL, KUINA?!” 

“Oh my god,” She tried playing little miss angel again, even putting on fake shaking, “It was an a-accident.”

“Accident my ass!” Luffy screamed, running to my side along with Chopper and Zoro, Zoro making it to me first. 

“Don’t worry, I have you.”

Before he could touch me, I slapped his hand away, holding my wound with pressure and snapping:

“Don’t you touch me!” 

Managing to make it to my feet, it was hard to ignore chopper who was only trying to help:

“That’s a deep wound! Please let me-“

“I’m fine,” I groaned, staring at Kuina, “I’ve been through far worse.” 

Blocking Kuina from my sight, Zoro had his back turned but I could tell how pissed he was, screaming at Kuina:

“What Luffy said! Accident my ass! You were trying to kill her! You were taught better than that. I can’t believe you! Get out of here! Leave!” 

“Right now!” Luffy added, Zoro’s last words making me tear up:

“I don’t want to see your face ever again.” 

I didn’t imagine him saying something like to her, but the last thing I needed was more drama, biting my lip as the pain started to kick in and Chopper was right, this was deep and bleeding more than expected. 

While everyone was distracted by Zoro’s yelling, I limped to my room, tossing my shirt and getting my first aid kit. 

I was able to stop the bleeding and just as I expected, I needed stitches. Nothing to numb it either. 

Putting a towel between in my mouth, I got a needle ready, starting to stitch but hearing the door open:

“The least you can do is let one of us help you, Y/N.” 

Shutting the door and seeing that I had stitching started, he rushed over: 

“I got it. Bite the towel if you have-“ 

“I don’t need your help,” I muffled, watching as I stitched carefully, biting the towel as the pain increased some. 

“You just don’t want it, and why?” He barked at me and I had enough, spitting the towel out and yelling:

“Because! For days now, you’ve been an complete dick head, ignored me, and all for that stupid Kuina, who just tried to MURDER ME!” 

Standing there silent, I didn’t stop there:

“I get it! You haven’t seen her since her since you were a kid but how LONG have we been friends, huh? All we’ve done together! DOES THAT MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?!” 

There were tears streaming down my face, but rage still all over it, straining my voice:

“She’s threatened and bullied the hell out of me from the second we met and you didn’t notice a got damn thing! Some friend you are, huh?

I was an emotional wreck, crying more as I admitted, “and to think I actually love your dumbass.” 

As I was crying, I felt blood on my stomach, looking down and seeing that I made my wound bleed some again, patting it away then stitching it as Zoro stood there looking stupid. 

“Will you just leave?” I sighed as I finished, “I need to shower and clean this up.”

“No,” He breathed in, squatting to me, “I messed up and I feel like shit, seeing that this is what it took to realize what was going on.”

“Serves you right,” I murmured, trying to stand but sitting back down from the pain, Zoro fixing me back on the bed softly, sitting next to me.

“You know that I love you too, right?” He whispered, my eyes about popping out of my head as he confessed, “I’m sorry and I don’t know how I could ever make this up to you. I was stuck in the past when I reunited with her and it blinded me and my judgement. You can be mad at me, I understand. Know that you’re right. We’ve spent a lot of time together and I cherish those moments more than you know.”

Zoro wasn’t the type to talk like this unless he was serious, his every word making tears stream down my face more. 

I knew he wasn’t lying, I could see it in his eyes. All of these emotions, the pain from my wound, it was all too much, needing one thing and getting that as I wrapped my arms around his neck, Zoro hugging me back delicately. 

“I love you,” He whispered, brushing his nose against mine and kissing me. 

I had to press my lips hard to believe this was real, and it surely was, melting as his lips parted a bit and came right back, soft and full of passion. 

“I love you too, Zoro,” I whispered back, needing to breath, but feeling at ease as he gave one more kiss, sitting up:

“Now, you stay here and trying to ease up. I’ll clean you up.”

The massive weight that I felt was on my shoulders finally started to ease away into nothing. Zoro did as he said, helping me clean up, then even stayed in bed with me as I surely needed the sleep. 

In the morning, as I expected, Chopper came in to check on me along with Nami. 

“Wow, you stitched this well,” Chopper complimented, leaving some medicine and herbal tea, “These should help you heal quickly.” 

“I don’t doubt it,” I smiled, patting his head, “I’m feeling better already.” 

“I don’t understand how you guys have superhuman bodies. You got stabbed, you know?” Nami was only concerned, but that made me laugh, shrugging:

“I don’t get it either, but I’m grateful. Thanks again guys.” 

“Yeah, I got her,” Zoro came in, holding something behind his back, “Now that I’m back.” 

I must’ve slept well. I didn’t even realize that he left, looking to try and see what he was hiding. 

“Mhm,” Nami side eyed at him, leaving with Chopper and once they were gone, I asked:

“Whatcha got there?” 

He was fighting a smile as he sat next to me, showing me a sheath.

“It’s the katana that I thought you’d like at the swordsmith’s. I spent what I had left just so you could have it.” 

“Zoro-“ I cooed, touched by his gift, in awe as I slowly pulled out the katana, seeing that the blade was red. It was beautiful, “You sure know my taste. I’m in love with this.” 

“I knew you’d love it,” He smirked, teasing, “Better start training with it as soon as you can.” 

“Hell, I will right now. I feel fine!” I was actually excited, ready to get up, but Zoro took my hand, putting the katana away:

“Maybe later.” 

“What? You have other plans?” I wondered, oblivious till he made his next move and kissed me. 

“You’re gonna be my girl?” He whispered between kisses, nodding slowly as I kissed back, carefully laying me back on the bed, throwing his shirt off in the process, “You sure you feel just fine?” 

“Oh, I’m sure,” I murmured while admiring his massive chest and toned abs, already helping with my hands on my shorts. 

“Good,” He hummed, taking my shorts for me, burying his head between my thighs the second my panties were gone. 

“O-Ooh,” I moaned shakily, biting my lip as his lips closed around my clit, hands holding me carefully, but tongue working into me with his beastly instincts. 

 After so much of his tongue fucking me, I was whining and shaking, a higher pitch in my voice making him pick his head up. 

“You-“

“Don’t stop,” I said quickly, panting softly as my high was starting to drift away, “I was so close.”

“Oh,” He snickered, head dipping back down, “Let me make it up to you, then.” 

“Pleaseee-“ I whined, thighs trapping his head this time as his tongue went after my clit again, making the high I was feeling before come right back, “Yeah, that’s it, Zoro!” 

He watched my every move as my hands went above my head, gripping onto the pillow, breathless as my orgasm flowed over, his humming while eating it right up making me shake. 

Sitting up, he rubbed the shake in my thighs away, hand slipping between my legs, slowly adding a finger, then a second, pumping softly. 

“Gonna let me love you some more, hm?” He whispered, looking down to meet my eyes as they opened, moaning softly at his fingers, but responding:

“What are you waiting for?” 

It was a lot to process that this was happening, but wanting it, wanting him more than anything like I always have, chest heaving at the sight of him naked. 

Not sure if it was a hex or if I was just madly in love with him, but I felt like I was in a different world, his eye staring deep into mine while coming to me, noses nuzzling with he positioned himself, pushing in.

“F-Fuc-“ I hissed through my teeth, the friction so strong already, that hiss melting into moans as he worked his cock into me with few inches at a time. 

“You can take it, baby,” He cooed, kissing at my neck, promising, “I’ll keep taking it easy.” 

Looking up as I shook my head, even he was a bit astonished by how my wound wasn’t affecting me in the slightest, telling him:

“I want all of it.”

Up straight and watching carefully, he fed every inch of his cock with a slow thrust, barely pulling back as he started rolling his hips at a steadier pace, smirking as I fell into deeper thoughts, spreading my legs wider and throwing out:

“Faster, Zoro.” 

“Faster, huh?” He huffed, creating a shake in the bed as he did so, having my head nodding frantically, just a small series of those thrusts making another orgasm run after me. 

“Uh huh!” The burn I was feeling was the best I ever felt, walls clenching him hard and my hands shooting out to grab him. 

Wrapping my arms around his head, he gave me the contact that I needed so badly, knowing I was close again, sneaking his arm up to hold my chin: 

“Look at me.” 

Doing as so, I never felt such a deep connection between us before, eyes swelling with tears as he panted out with some soft groans:

“I love you.” 

“I love you too, Zor-,” I meant that whole heartedly, but words being broken up by the moans signally my orgasm, “Zoro-oh! Oh!” 

With his lips smacking against mine, I held his shoulders so tight my nails dug into him a little, air stuck in my chest, gasping hard against his lips as my walls pulsated then let my slick smother his cock, dropping limp from how hard it hit me. 

“Damn, Y/N,” He huffed, buried deep inside of me with his head rested against mine.

“I just got an idea,” I whispered, making us both laugh as he looked for an answer, “This should be our new training.” 

“I’m just that good huh?” He laughed, kissing me and I nodded with a smile as I kissed back:

“You are and I love it.” 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome

[newtthetranswriter]

People change a lot in two years

Word Count: 2604

Paring: Platonic!Baji x trans! reader, Platonic!Mitsuya x trans! reader, and implied tension between Kazutora and Reader

Summary: Three delinquent kids, Kazutora, Baji and Y/n. Everyone thought it was weird for the girl to hang with the delinquents but hey they couldn’t stop her. They were some of the closest friends, well until Kazutora went to Juvie. After losing her best friend to juvie, Y/n finds herself in the aftermath. Kazutora was not accepting the new Y/n he was faced with.

Warnings: Spoilers for the Valhalla arc if you haven’t watched it yet, Mentions of death, stealing, Pah-chin being sexist, Kazutora is crazy but I love him, reader is written as afab transmasculine

A/n: Hello everyone, welcome. So this is a Trans reader fic, the reader is afab transmasculine. I wrote it because I want to see more trans reader fics out there and that’s kinda the point of my blog so I figured why not. Also I wrote this with the thought of them being closer to 17-18 so let’s say the Shinichiro incident happened when they were like 15, Ok. Any who, I hope you enjoy and remember to hydrate or diedrate. Requests are open. 

    It was rare to see Kazutora without Baji or Y/n, they were all extremely close. If Baji was getting food you can bet Kazutora and Y/n could be found causing trouble nearby. Sure, many people found it odd that there was a girl hanging with a couple delinquents, but once they saw Y/n throw the first punch when someone threatened her friends they understood. Y/n would fight for her friends no matter what. That’s one of the reasons Kazutora liked having Y/n around, she didn’t care that they fought or stole a snack here and there, they were just kids having fun. 

   Y/n was even there when Toman was formed. Sure there was some protest from Mitsuya because he didn’t want to see her get hurt, not that he thought she couldn’t fight, and Pah-chin because he thought girls should stay out of gangs. But when Baji stood up for her saying that she would fight for any of them, Mikey agreed that having Y/n in the gang was fine. After all, what's one more person in the gang, they were trying to make a new area for delinquents and needed as many people as they could get. 

   With that Y/n was an important part of the group, helping to take down Black Dragon and helping Mitsuya design their jackets. Even with the added responsibility of helping run the small gang, which at the time wasn’t a lot, Y/n still found the time to cause trouble with Kazutora and Baji. Which leads us to the night of August 13th, Kazutora had a plan to get Mikey the best birthday present ever and was ready to get his two friends to help him out.

   “Come on guys, everything will be fine. We go in get the bike and give it to Mikey. As long as we’re quick and quiet no one will know it was us.” Kazutora explained his plan to steal Mikey’s dream bike from a local shop.

   The two sitting across from him looked at him skeptically, before the girl of the group spoke up. “Tora, I understand what you mean by saying the only way kids like us get bikes is by being giving one or stealing one, but this is crazy. We can’t just steal a bike and think Mikey would actually thank us for it.” Y/n was having a hard time believing their friend would appreciate them breaking and entering to get him a bike.

   Kazutora turned to Baji hoping his other friend would have a different response, but the short haired boy just looked down at the table. “Are you guys serious? Mikey would be so happy and we wouldn’t have to give him rides everywhere anymore. You guys want to make Mikey happy, right?” He continued to reason.

  “I’ll help you, Kazutora.” Baji finally said, though it was clear he was hesitant.

  This declaration led to a scoff and eye roll from the other member of the group. “You guys do whatever you want, I clearly can’t stop you. But please be careful, I don’t want either of you to get hurt.” Y/n said, upset that despite the fact it could end in jail time for either one of her friends, Kazutora was dead set on doing this. “Just know I refuse to aid in this plan. I’ll see you guys later, I’m going home before you get any more dumb ideas.” With that Y/n went home and tried to ignore how dumb her friends were being right now.

  Next thing any of them knew, Baji and Kazutora were both in police custody for breaking and entering, along with a homicide charge for killing Shinichiro Sano, the owner of the bike shop and Mikey’s older brother. After Kazutora was sentenced and Baji was released everything changed for Y/n. 

  Y/n was faced with so many struggles after Kazutora went to jail. She would never say it but if she had to pick a favorite friend it would be Kazutora. He was always so kind to her, sure he didn’t go about most things the right way but he accepted her. Without him she would have never been friends with Baji or anyone else in Toman. Kazutora accepted that Y/n wasn’t like other girls their age, while most were thinking of getting boyfriends and make up, Y/n was brawling with guys twice her size. He let Y/n be Y/n. Losing him the way she did broke her in a way, but it also opened her mind to new possibilities. 

   Without Kazutora around, Baji stopped hanging out with Y/n as much, leaving her to get closer with the other members of Toman. She got especially close with Mitsuya, who helped her find a new style that fit her mental image of herself. He helped her get a more fitting haircut, going from hair that reached mid-back to shaved around the sides and fairly short on top. Yes, Kazutora had been there to let Y/n act like Y/n, but Mitsuya was there to help to figure out who Y/n really was.

   Around a year after Kazutora was arrested Y/n figured out a major fact about themself. Yes, I said themself. Y/n discovered what it meant to be Transgender and was fully prepared to embrace it. Mitsuya was there when Y/n figured it out, he was also there when They came out to the rest of the Toman officers. He was a key part in helping Y/n figure themself out, encouraging them to try new names and pitching in some money to help by the binder they wanted so they could feel more comfortable. To put it simply Mitsuya took Y/n in and acted like a supportive older brother.

  Finally being out and respected as who they had always been was amazing for Y/n, the only downside was one of their best friends had no clue. They had no idea how to tell Kazutora the news, it felt wrong to write a letter and just be like ‘hey by the way I’m trans and use they/them pronouns now.’ It felt too insensitive, sure they didn’t owe him anything, they just wanted him to know and hopefully he would be happy for them. So, Y/n decided they would just tell him when he got out, if he even still wanted to be their friend after two years apart. After making that decision, they had made Baji promise not to tell him in any of his letters to their friend, to which his response was that it wasn't his place.

   With the thought of hopefully seeing Kazutora again at the back of their mind, Y/n went about life. Spending time with their friends in Toman, helping Mitsuya take care of his sisters every now and then, or going out bowling with Hakkai so Yuzuha could have a break from his three hour long bowling sessions. Life was great for Y/n. Well up until the 23rd of October.

   Y/n was in the middle of getting ready for the night's Toman meeting, when there was a knock at the front door. Being the only one home, they stop buttoning their jacket and go to the door. Not bothering to check who’s out there, Y/n is met with a familiar face who appears just as shocked as them.

   Before they could say anything the person spoke first. “Sorry to bother you. I was looking for a friend but I guess they moved.” The young man said, turning away from what he thought was the wrong house.

   “Wait Kazutora, if you’re looking for Y/n, you found me.” Y/n said, stopping him in his tracks. “I know I look different from the last time we saw each other, but I was waiting until you got out of Juvie to tell you about it.” Kazutora just kept looking at this person who claimed to be his long time friend confused, sure they sounded similar but the Y/n he knew would never cut their hair and was this person wearing makeup? He was so confused.

   Realizing he was still in shock, Y/n spoke again. “I have a Toman meeting to get to but if you want to meet up after we can talk then?” They asked, realizing they need to get to the shrine soon. 

   Taking a few moments to register what was happening, Kazutora finally spoke up. “Yeah okay.” He shrugged his shoulders, hiding his disgust at the mention of his old gang.

   “Great, I’ll meet you at the park we used to hang at just around the corner in like two hours okay?” Y/n confirmed, making sure they had their keys and locking the front door. Kazutora nodded and followed them out as they got on their bike. “Well it was great to see you again Tora, and I promise I’ll explain everything later.” With that Y/n started their bike leaving a confused Kazutora. The use of his old nickname confirms that this was in fact his old friend but what changed in the last two years.

After the Toman meeting

    Y/n held back their confusion over Baji randomly quitting Toman, instead focused on explaining everything to Kazutora. When they arrived at the park they were greeted by their old friend sitting on a swing patiently waiting, just like they expected. 

   “Hey Tora, I’m ready to explain stuff.” Y/n said, completely ignoring Baji’s presents. “What do you want to know first?”

   He sat for a moment, thinking of where to start. There was so much he wanted to know, like why did you change your hair, why did you stop hanging out with Baji? So many questions, but he figured he should start simple, after all they haven’t spoken directly to each other in two years. “How have you been? You said in your letters you got closer to Mitsuya, how’s that going?” Kazutora asked, wanting to ease into conversation.

  Giving him a confused look, Y/n thought for a second. “I’ve been good, and Mitsuya is like a brother to me if that’s what you’re wondering. I also know those aren’t the real questions you have. So honestly what do you want to know? I didn’t offer to talk just so you can avoid the real questions you have.”

   It was true, he really didn’t care about small talk, he just wasn’t sure how to approach the topic. After deciding that was Y/n’s way of saying ‘just fucking ask already’ he decided to aske his real question. “Why did you cut your hair? You used to get so upset at just the idea of a trim for dead ends, now you basically have no hair left.” He asked, hoping it was a better approach than some alternative phrases that went through his head while he waited for them to show up. “I mean it looks good, I'm just confused. Also why are you wearing makeup?”

  Y/n smiled, he was finally asking his real questions. Sure it wasn’t how they thought he would ask but it was better than some responses they have gotten. “Well the hair thing is simple I guess. Having short hair just feels more me. I used to be so defensive of my long hair because that’s how I thought I as a girl was supposed to look, but after doing some searching and self-reflection, I figured out I don’t have to look the way the world wants me to look. In my search I found a term that I think fits me and how I see myself, that term is Transgender, but more specifically I like the phrasing of Transmasculine nonbinary person. I don’t identify as a woman or girl, but I also don’t fully identify as a guy, so I’m somewhere in between.” Y/n explained as best they could to make it make sense. Kazutora nodded, taking in the information. “As for the makeup, it helps me make my face look more masculine. Using contour to make shadows that make my face look more angled or sharp, helps people see me as masculine. And judging by the fact you thought I was a different person when I opened the door earlier, shows it's working, at least a little bit.” They said with a smirk.

    “I guess that makes sense and explains a few things.” Kazutora responded. “It makes sense, and I’m glad you were able to find something to help you figure out your thoughts. But on to a different topic if you don’t mind?” He asked, looking for any kind of sign to continue. When Y/n nodded for him to keep going he addressed his other concerns. “Why did you stop hanging out with Baji? What happened? And why are you siding with Mikey?” He asked, it was clear he was confused why his close friends would stop talking and why one would side with his ‘enemy’.

   Y/n just looked at him confused. Sure Baji and Kazutora had expressed over the last two years that Kazutora saw it as Mikey’s fault everything happened the way it did. But what was this about siding with Mikey? “First, I’m not siding with Mikey, I’m sticking with Toman because they're my friends and have supported me throughout my transition and journey. Second I stopped hanging out with Baji because HE stopped hanging out with me, so if you want to know that ask him. And I'm guessing by your jacket you’re probably the one who convinced Baji to leave Toman and Join Valhalla. So, before you try to convince me to join you or even sit out of the show down whenever it happens, just know that even if we were and are close I will not sit back and watch as Toman fights.” Y/n said, standing from the swings ready to leave knowing where the conversation was headed.

   Kazutora just nodded, before responding. “I know that I could never convince you to abandon Toman, I know you would never just sit out and watch. I just wanted you to know that I will kill Mikey, and when that happens just know I had to do it.” It was official, Kazutora had snapped. There were still glimmers of the kid he used to be, but killing Shinichiro and spending two years in juvie changed him. Y/n could tell their old friend was gone and there was likely nothing that could be done to get him back. “Anyway stay safe in the fight, I don’t want you getting hurt. Have a good night and I really am glad you are happy in your own skin for once.” With that Kazutora got up and left.

   Y/n stayed standing in the park for about an hour before heading back home. That night they couldn’t sleep, only thinking of the hell to come when Valhalla and Toman clash, and wishing that in some other timeline no of this ever happened. That somewhere in the universe Kazutora and Baji never broke into S.S. motors and never killed Shinichiro, that Kazutora was there when they finally chopped off all their hair or was there when they first tried on a binder and nearly cried seeing a flat chest for the first time. Y/n just wished they could go back in time and fight harder for them to not try and steal that damn bike, because maybe things would be different. 

[anantaru]

Hii!

I'm kinda new to Tumblr and pretty sorry to just send such a general question but you're pretty much the only wirter/blogger i follow on here (I found you stories on ao3 so good just had to check you out on here)

the main point is I'm not sure how this whole reblog system works? kinda?

like do i just hit reblog or do I have to tag smth and if yes how much or do i just write stuff generelly? I'm sorry if this is stupid concerns n questions but I don't wanna do smth wrong if that makes sense, just thought i'd ask first...

Hope you having a nice day/night/whatever time it is for you rn!

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hey love 💓 omg hello and welcome to the anantaru village 💖 i am such a bad explainer but i will try my best 🧍🏻‍♀️:

basically if you like something you see, you can like it and then reblog, reblogs are THE THING on tumblr okay 👹, so like, creators on this app really appreciate them but don't feel like you have to reblog every single thing you're seeing just for the sake of it. if you like something, reblog it and make your blog look cute, also, you do not need to tag anything and can just reblog. if you do use a tag it can be easier for you to find things on your own blog though.

lets say: you reblog for different fandoms, take genshin and honkai, you can make a tag looking like 💖 — genshin and then one for 👑 — honkai (those are just examples) or even a personal tag where you reblog personal stuff you like, 🩰 — personal or something 🗿💓 HAHA so if you tag the posts you reblog with a random tag (you can make the tag look however you like) and later search that certain tag on your blog, you have it way easier to find all the fics, art, etc. of that particular fandom and don't have to scroll all the way down to find them!

i hope this makes sense, also make sure you have your age somewhere visible! 💖 you can decorate your blog and just have a fun time!!! you're always welcome here 🏡💖

[new-mexico-official]

all ooc - hey gang im making an intro post :33!!

my ooc name is charlie, but on this blog please call me NM. I'm new mexican born and raised, and a queer teenager, ive been using tumblr for almost 3 years now, and i wanted to finally join in on the gimmick glory. (there wasnt a new mexico blog so i offered myself for the position)

my main is @paruf1shh, but i dont really use it lawl

int: other gimmick blogs other new mexicans whatever idrc dni: nsfw blogs!!! this is a big one because im still a kid!! vivziepop supporters (idc if u watch her shows please just dont support her, shes kind of a shitty person) Z00philes and MAPs (get better soon dude. eugh) lesboys/gaygirls.. yuck. TERF ideals and homophobia in general proshitters (i KNOWW that this isnt a fandom blog but yall r weird as fuck and i dont wanna be around that. its still inc3st, even when you look at it through rose colored sunglasses and call it a coping mechanism)

hope im welcome :)

[fushigurioo]

hey guys, another quick note from me before i get back into the swing of things! this is the last thing i’m going to say on this matter, again, i’m so sorry to be bringing it onto the blog❤️

last night, the anonymous individual that has been harassing creators in the windbreaker community for a number of weeks now, ended up reaching out and sending anonymous messages to myself, and other creators.

the messages were an exact copy and paste, it seems we all received the same one. it was accusing, name calling and quite simply unnecessary. i don’t really actually understand what the end goal was that this anon had in mind. i guess it was just to cause distress.

the windbreaker community, for me, has been absolutely life changing. the genuine kindness and friendships i’ve found here, i’ll forever be thankful for.

the name we were called in yesterdays anon message, as silly as it may seem, did leave me feeling a little disheartened.

one thing i want to make abundantly clear is that there is NO hierarchy in this fandom. the concept of that is absolutely ridiculous.

i LOVE interacting with you all, whether it be though DMs, comments, or whatever else. as i’ve mentioned before, i read every. single. thing. you guys send me and sincerely hope my reception has been comfortable and welcoming for you. if i’ve ever given anyone the impression that i’m part of a ‘mean girls clique’ from the bottom of my heart - im so so sorry.

With that being said, i do believe that this comment was only made from anon to try and trigger and entice the reaction that they so clearly want. this exact reaction that im giving them right now.

anon, if you’re reading this, please do better. when i replied to you yesterday i gave you an open invitation to come and talk to me privately - one on one. this invitation still stands, again, you know where you can find me.

taking all of this into consideration, i have decided that from now on, i will be blocking any accounts that interact with my blog that are blank and/or anonymous/suspicious looking. i don’t want to have to do this, i myself was a blank account for a number of years as i didn’t know how to create my own blog, until i started writing. but i have to put the safety of others and myself, first. i hope you understand ❤️

at some point today i will also be combing through my current followers and doing the same thing.

and this concludes what i want to say. if you’ve read this far, thank you and i’m sorry to have had to bring this negativity onto the blog. it won’t happen again ❤️

i hope you all have a wonderful day!💕💕💕

[fabledresources]

𝐏𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

it's exactly as it says, a compilation of prompts all collected from posts on pukicho's blog! basically just... a lot of chaos. enjoy <3

i feel like, if you scream at a small animal loud enough, it would simply explode.

what is man but an animal playing god?

if you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well, i think that’d be a neat noise.

huh! it really is all about me!

i don't condone anything. i don't care if it's good or bad, i just don't condone it.

i believe that, when we die, we cry in the dirt for eternity, and i welcome it.

i bet you work at the anti-soup kitchen, which steals soups from the poor.

your suffering is my heaven.

no one broods in the 21st century. that's a 19th century and under activity.

i make the bros blush and giggle.

i love how spider-man is kinda like our biggest guy. the greeks had odysseus, we have spider-man. 

i bite my nails sometimes. i yearn for my own bones.

being silly and goofy and getting to help people when they're down? sounds like i win this round, loser.

instead of whoring around, you could learn a musical instrument!

i  would love to visit some innocent happy gnome village and just start stompin'.

if we were all living in the wilderness, natural selection would get you first.

the absence of purpose is enough reason to do whatever the fuck you feel like doing.

i love making shit up and lying to people and never telling them the truth.

feeling very unethical today, might spread hate.

god has granted you the gift of knowledge and yet you shun him.

i went to the doctors, i got my blood drawn. i was extremely brave.

you're my greatest enemy. i will add a single grain of sand to your room every day until you succumb to the desert.

close your eyes and imagine yourself being a more likeable person, and then open them and weep.

your words of defiance bring me ungodly amounts of rage.

i want nothing more than to uppercut you directly to heaven's front door.

i'll outlive this fucking planet if it looks at me the wrong way.

mother earth will cry tears of joy the day you become part of her soil.

i hope you all get stuck somewhere and you have to eat each other to survive.

kids are just like 'ppptppptppthhptpppthh' until one day they’re like 'oh shit i can think' and then it’s all downhill from there.

hey, do you ever feel just so much love in your damn heart that you wanna break something just for fun?

if you kill me, my teeth only have a 2% drop rate. good luck.

beautiful women are always swarming me, saying things like ‘hey [name], why don’t we elope?’ or ‘hey [name], let’s run away and leave it all behind’ and i tell them no, i have a responsibility to verbally abuse people on the internet.

i never sleep. i just die and then wake up in the morning.

if you mean to tell me there ISN’T a ghoul that manifests and wanders the halls in ikea past closing time, then i don’t believe you.

i have too many enchanted crystals and not enough blood sacrifices to do anything with them.

i am going to liquidate all of my assets and use the money to hire hitmen to slap you daily for the rest of your life.

[soseojade]

Hey! Just came across your blog and your writing is amazing! I was thinking of a Han fluff where you meet him in the studio where he’s busy making music and you encourage him to take a break, then you decide to sit on his lap giving him a lot of affectionate and he’s just teasing you and making you blush aksksks <3

MAKE ME - Han Jisung

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A/N: hello! I’m so happy you came across my blog and you are very welcome here 😊 this idea was so cute and I hope you like what I’ve done with it!! I think I made it a little suggestive oops, I hope that’s okay!

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warnings: pet names, kissing, depictions of overworking

genre: fluff, very slightly suggestive, overworked sungie x reader

wc: 1.4k

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“You need my opinion on something? I’m not the one who’s all educated in music or whatever, Ji. I really don’t think it’s a good idea-” you tried to reason. Your boyfriend called you at 2:00am, asking you to drive to the studio so you could give him your opinion on a song he was working on, but you didn’t want the fate of his music in your hands, and were trying everything in your power to refuse.

He replied to you in a groggy, tired voice; one that the both of you had since it was so late, “Okay…. but- what if…. I really don’t need your opinion and I just want to see you?”

You melted at this. He always managed to say some stupid cheesy comment in the middle of your distress that made everything better. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see him too. He was supposed to be home three hours before, but he always prioritized work over being home on time. You knew this, however, and accepted it as it was.

“Why didn’t you just say that?” You asked, putting on your shoes after deciding to go.

“Well, I guess I didn’t want you be be all like ‘you need to be more focused on your job’ or something like that,” he answered, creating a voice for you by speaking in a higher pitch and adding a strange accent you didn’t even have, “but you know, I decided seeing you was worth the risk.”

You rolled your eyes, “shut up you are so cheesy.”

Jisung laughed at your comment, not bothered in the slightest, “but you like it! See you in 5?”

“See you in 5. I love you!”

“I love you more.”

“Not possible,” you answered, hanging up immediately before he had a chance to reply.

Entering his office, you found Jisung way worse than you expected him to be: slouching in his chair to hang over his desk (which was decorated with forgotten fast food and unopened water bottles), his eyes were barely focusing on the computer screen while he sluggishly moved his mouse to select something on the screen. His mouth hung open and his hair was unkept, looking to be one with his headphones, which he had moved one side of to the behind of his ear, the ear being bright red from having the headphones on for so long. He didn’t even hear you as you knocked on his door. He was too focused on the music he was making - no wonder he wanted to see you.

You made it your goal to get him home as soon as possible. He would argue like hell, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t stand seeing him like this. He needed rest, food, water, and lots of love.

“Ji?” You asked, finally gaining his attention.

“Oh, hi baby,” his voice sounded worse than it did on the phone, “lemme just finish up this one thing,” he said, not even looking away from the computer.

You sighed, knowing that that ‘one thing’ would lead to another and then another, and you weren’t planning on letting him stay for even another hour, “Ji?”

“Hmm,” he replied.

“Are you not gonna give me a kiss?”

He sort of mumbled some random sounds in reply, still glued to his screen. You would have to try another approach.

You walked over to his chair and swung one leg over his lap, now standing in front of his computer with his knees between your legs. You could tell from his expression that he was annoyed by this, but you didn’t care.

Jisung looked up to see your face, taking off his headphones before placing his hands on your hips, “what is it baby?” He asked so calmly while caressing your hips with his thumbs and looking into your eyes. He knew what this did to you, however, you remained completely still and calm, playing along with his game.

“Take a break, honey. You need some sleep and some food,” you bent down and kissed his forehead, “and some love,” you stood back up and put your hand on the side of his face while caressing his cheek with your thumb, knowing what this did to him. Jisung, however, was not able to stay calm and bit his lip while thinking up an answer.

“You want me to stop working, huh?” He was now unable to look you in the eye, and moved his head down to look at his lap instead with a big grin on his face.

You decided to tease him further and placed your hand under his chin, pulling his head up to look at you, “yes.” You said firmly, watching him stare into your eyes with his somehow calm expression again, looking completely unbothered.

“Make me.”

You weren’t expecting this, but you weren’t going to let your guard down either. Taking a deep breath, you lowered yourself down to sit on his lap and buried your face in his neck to kiss along his jaw. You could hear Jisung start to breathe heavily while his hands, still on your hips, stopped moving.

“You okay, Ji?”

“I- you know I was just kidding,” you leaned back to see his expression now, which was back to normal- a big lively smile with loving eyes offering you his complete attention, “I love my job but I love you a billion times more,” he told you before returning your gesture, kissing along your jaw. “Let’s go home, okay?” He mumbled against your neck before pulling away to see your response.

“Good. And you’ll eat? And sleep?”

“Anything you ask me to do… and I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t need to get this carried away, it’s just this song has been so difficult- but it’s no excuse. Now, I promise, all my attention is yours, okay?”

You brought your lips to his, kissing him before replying, “you don’t need to be sorry. You just need to take care of yourself. Let’s just head home, love.”

“No, no. I ignored you and I was supposed to be home,” he checked his phone for the time, “four hours ago. You deserve an apology and I wont except your refusal.”

You sighed, happy with how understanding he was. How could someone be so perfect? “Okay, I forgive you. But let’s head home now. You’ve needed a break for forever.”

“Yes ma’am. Oh and baby?”

“Yes?”

“I love you. Thank you.”

“Always. I love you more.”

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A/N: eeekkkk this is so sloppy. I sincerely apologize if it’s not good 😭 it is currently one in the morning. I hope this is okay though! The idea is adorable and thank you so much for the ask, idk what happened with the writing I’ll probably make some adjustments later. Love you!!!

As always, I am dyslexic and would greatly appreciate it if you see a grammar or spelling mistake to tell me so I can fix it!

And, of course, I love feedback whether it’s good or bad 🤗

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