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[slytherinsrule89]

rough enemy theo after a quidditch match against gryffindor (pls)

The adrenaline from the game was long gone now and replaced by something much better. If you looked down you could see Theo pumping into you with a forceful pace, each squelching noise causing you to want to bury your face in his neck. But no. No he’s going to make you watch what he’s doing to you. Taking out all of his anger on you.

“You like that, marmocchia? (brat)”. You did. You enjoyed it so much as you were sputtering around his index and middle finger that he had shoved into your mouth. No matter what you tried to say it only came out in little whines or a choking noise when he’s fingers dipped deeper into your throat.

Theo continued without a care. He was going to make you pay for catching that stupid snitch. Gonna make you pay for thinking that you were allowed to celebrate your little win. Oh no no, he wasn’t going to let that happen.

Theo picked you up from the bathroom sink and laid you down on the dirty ground. “What do you think your fellow teammates would say if they saw you like this hm? Their slutty little seeker getting pounded by the enemy.”

Your back arched of the cold concrete, more pornographic moans leaving your mouth as you clenched harder around him. He tore your mouth open and shoved his tongue inside making out with you in the most disgusting way possible as you just had to lay there a take it. Finally your eyes rolled back, hips bucking up you felt that familiar wave of pleasure go through your body.

Theo came not a second later groaning and twitching as he shot his semen into you. After a moment he allowed himself to pull out and start getting dressed before he left the room. Once you did the same you had to pause. Because all though you had all of your clothes on. Your panties were missing.

[recareels]

Have you see March's outfit she is soo cute!! Would love to wear something dainty and cute for the ever polite and composed DAN HENG and watch him lose his mind

i have!!!!! and i agree!!! she’s so so so adorable and i absolutely adore the idea of wearing something so cute that just toes the line between innocent and provocative and teasing mr dan heng with it hehe (*ﾉωﾉ)

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, reader is a brat and a tease words: 590

he can’t take his fucking eyes off of you. no matter how hard he tries to keep his stare and attention from straying, it seems his gaze is automatically and uncontrollably drawn to your form. it’s an instinctual reaction, almost—a cliche moth to a bright flame, allured into your heat, enticed by your shimmer, desperate to bathe himself in you.

you have single-handedly and unknowingly corroded his self-discipline, worn it down right to the precious core and consumed the shreds. and the longer you linger, the worse it gets. because the longer you linger, the more he wants you. 

dan heng swears you must be doing it on purpose. there’s no way you’re bending over like that, arching your back into a perfectly smooth curve and causing the hem of your sweet little skirt to ride up just enough to tease the edges of your panties—lace-trimmed silk, blush pink, clinging delicately to the supple flesh of your ass—without consciously meaning to. 

but you are seemingly oblivious, flitting around the express without a single glance or acknowledgement his way. it’s almost as if you don’t care at all—don’t care that you’re torturing him, don’t care that you’ve got his cock embarrassingly yearning against his trousers with such simple motions yielding fleeting glimpses beneath flowing fabric, don’t care that you’ve devoured his concentration, wadded it up between your molars like that sweet pink bubblegum you favour so much and spit it right back out at him, warped and sticky and glazed with your spit. but he knows better, because he knows you.

his patience has been snuffed out to smouldering embers now, but he’s able to keep those last few flares kindling, glowing hot and heavy in the pit of his stomach until he is finally alone with you, secluded in the express’s tiny kitchen, the proximity of your presence a douse of kerosene. 

then that flame is bursting, raging, licking at his ribs and up his throat until it’s scathing his tongue and melting his teeth, spilling past his lips in a snarl. 

a sharp flash of ink and azure, he’s got you trapped between the counter and his body in a mere instant, granite edge digging into the base of your spine. 

the sudden action, full of uncharacteristic violence and vigour, punches a gasp from your throat, gaze gaping with shock as it flies across his contorted face, his features scrunched beneath the weight of his fury. 

“you think i don’t know what you’re doing?” he spits, stare searching your own with fervour, nostrils flaring with heaving breaths. 

the surprise in your eyes dissipates, devoured by the mischief lurking beneath—the mischief he knew was there all along, festering, barely hidden by the guise of ignorance. 

something sinister smears across your face, curling your lips into an arrogant little smirk, your irises gone dark, shaded by thick lashes, glittering with the lure of a challenge. 

“just wanted to see if you’d do anything about it.” 

a growl rumbles in his chest, his ribs rattling against yours, teeth bared like a primal animal. his hips shove forward in accentuation and you can feel his cock, hot and hard and throbbing with desire, complementing the cold tremor threaded throughout his tone. 

oh, he’s about to do something about it, right now. 

[eightmakesonebraincell]

I like how unfazed the members are in most of these pics. Esp Hongjoong in the first pic! I remember Yeosang saying Woo skips straight to biting loool.

I bet you never expected that your stash of wooyoung biting others pictures would ever come in handy.

Also totally admire your commitment to digging them out. Respect!

Hope you are having a good weekend so far.

-Bulleo bulleo anon

wooyo biting them is as normal as him breathing so 🤷‍♀️ also hongjoong is unfazed because he is arguable just as much of a biter as woo is 👹 i present photographic evidence your honour 👇

[bunnies-and-blues]

Hey! Do you think you can do hcs for Ryota? What he's like when he has a crush, that sort of thing

─꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱─ slam dunk : lovestruck ☆

⸝⸝ tl;dr : miyagi ryota is down bad for you !!

⸝⸝ note : yippeee im on a roll !! finally had a bit of free time, so im answering some long overdue asks :DD

GIRL . have you seen the way he treats ayako ?? yeah, he'd be exactly like that <33

assuming that you guys are on speaking terms/ are friends, he would take each and every opportunity to be close to you !

what's that? your bag feels a little heavy? oh, let ryota carry it for you !! he needs the strength training, after all !

woah, woah, woah, what are you doing? you're holding too much stuff, you can't possibly open that door on your own ! let ryota hold it open for you :DD

can't open a can ? ryota's got you covered ; didn't catch something in class ? he'd ask the teacher, just to be sure ; forgot your water ? take his !!

to me, ryota's love language would be acts of service, alongside quality time -- you don't even need to say or do anything around him, he's just content being in your presence

let me tell you this though -- he is NOT subtle !! if he starts having a crush on you, you will for sure notice >:))

if you're uncomfortable with that, then he'd back off, but he'll still check in with you from time to time -- you were his friend first before his crush, after all

his way of confessing would surprisingly be old-fashioned : a carefully written letter in his best handwriting, sealed in a neat envelope, with a single flower right next to it (your favorite, of course.)

he would leave it on your desk when you're not in the room, at the end of class just before he goes off to basketball practice; to him, it gives you time to think about his words, and it also gives him some time to get his nerves together

although, whatever your decision is, he'll support !! if you reject him, he'd be downhearted and maybe sulk a little bit, but in the end he prioritizes the bond you share over his feelings

and if you accept him / like him back, well, let me just say that he'll be waxing lyrical to the basketball team about it ;))

[littencloud9]

Can you do more Kunisig,,, I love them,, /nf

I ADORE THEM!! have this drabble based on this post by @ixapixie bc it has been plaguing my mind since i saw it

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Sigma is getting ready for work, putting their hair up in a ponytail with a hair tie they borrowed from Kyouka, when they hear Dazai's voice from the other room. They're aware that this is a regular occurrence between Dazai and Kunikida—that is, Kunikida calling Dazai to check up on him. At first they were surprised, for it seemed out of character from the sharp-tongued, stern detective. But, well, Sigma has been training under Kunikida since they joined. And from their interactions, they've learned that he's extremely devoted and considerate of his fellow Agency members. Though extremely serious, Kunikida extends a patient hand to Sigma every day, speaking to them with much more gentleness than the rest. It makes them feel— ah, well, they probably shouldn't read too much into it. They'll fluster themself. "Sigma!" Dazai calls, prancing into the room. His cane has been tossed aside, which Sigma is about to scold him for, but they freeze when they see Kunikida's contact on Dazai's phone, still on the line. "Kunikida-kun asked how you were doing! Wanna talk to him? Here!" Sigma puts a hand up, waving it frantically. "Oh, no, no, it's fine." Dazai doesn't listen, because of course he doesn't. If anything, he starts grinning gleefully. "Don't be shy. I'm sure he's dying to talk to you. Here they are, Kunikida-kun!" Sigma flinches when the phone is shoved in their face. Dazai lets go and they scramble to catch it, about to shout expletives at him for being so careless, but they're immediately distracted by Kunikida's voice through the phone. "Sigma," Kunikida greets, "good morning." "U-uh, good morning." They grimace at how weak their voice is, glaring at Dazai, who is watching with his cheeks held between his palms. "I hope Dazai didn't cause you any trouble." Kunikida lets out a deep sigh, though Sigma can hear the fondness beneath it. It makes their heart stutter. "I'll see you in the office later? There's a new plan about case assignments to be implemented, but I want to go through it with you first. I think your opinion will be valuable." "Really?" Sigma blurts out. They flush when Dazai chokes on a giggle. "I mean, yeah, sure. That sounds good. I'll see you later, Kunikida-san." They hang up before they can hear anything else, tossing the phone away. Dazai bursts out laughing this time, hands on his stomach and bending over. "Sigma, you're so cute when you have a crush!" "I'm going to kill you," Sigma hisses, their face burning brighter. "If it helps, I'm sure Kunikida-kun likes you too—" "Shut the fuck up!"

[garfieldstim]

Hiiiiii !! I loved your red han jisung l stimboard 😋 I was wondering if you might be able to do a Jisung + Howl’s Moving Castle board? Or just similar Ghibli style blue/greens. Something really soft. Thank you for considering my request!!

han jisung(skz) with howls moving castle/ghibli themes and soft blues and greens

x x x / x - x / x x x

[angeart]

How dare Link correctly predict my reaction to teases, how dare (<3) YES I wanna know what prompted the upset, what well meaning thing went so wrong D: And that bit about still hoping to be loved breaks my heart for them

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the bit about still hoping to be loved broke my heart too, and that's why i needed to include it <3

so, about hermits wanting to help them. one smaller example is them taking a look at scar's tattered wings and suggesting that maybe they could help fix them. which is good!

but this comes after scar having his wings like this for about a year, and it took a long time for him to learn to accept them as they are. he's no longer ashamed of them, seeing them simply as a part of himself now. (the same way his scars have always been)

and, sure, he will still take a chance at having them healed, but it still rubs him wrong, in a way. even though it's a kind, well-meaning offer. because it proposes that he needs to be fixed.

but a whole big issue stems from something else.

we know scar and grian have changed.

grian, in particular, flinches a lot and seems scared. scar, on the other hand, often shields grian, and calls on his vex traits to intimidate the danger away, showing he's not afraid to fight. (he is afraid. he's constantly afraid.) and they're both awfully codependent, clinging to each other and isolating from everyone else.

[1,7k rambles and ~3,2k rp snippets below the cut]

one of the things they leaned into in that other world was their hybrid traits. and they show in the way they interact with each other, you know? the way they express trust and love and know what the other one needs.

well, scar is a vex.

we know there's a mating bite, but that's not everything. him and grian indulge in a lot of biting and blood related stuff. all consensual! grian is a little freak so he likes it!

it's something the two of them do, privately and intimately. it's safe, it's fun, it's theirs. them being insanely in love and ready to give all of themselves over. lose all of control on both sides, at least for a moment, in a world that hardly allows such a thing.

but here's the issue: the others don't know anything about any of it. they don't know what scar and grian have been through. they don't know anything about vex instincts or mating rituals. they don't understand anything about this new thing.

so when they see grian timid, bruised and bitten? and they know that scar seems more violent now, sharp-fanged and clawed?

let's just say they get concerned. and stage a bit of an intervention.

they just want to make sure that grian is okay! it... should be a good thing. except they've separated them and are now cornering grian, asking all these questions and voicing all these assumptions. and it's a bit awful, actually.

grian is pressed into having to explain that yeah, actually, he wanted all of that. that it's love.

but him naming the so obvious damage love just rings more alarm bells. and maybe someone asks him if it's a form of self harm, to allow that to happen to him? like, if grian seeks it out, is it self destructive? is that why he craves it?

and sort of, him and scar spiral about this in different ways.

grian struggles with untangling his way out of it, because what if they're right? what if he subconsciously sought harm? but he liked it? is it wrong to enjoy it? he knows that he had his moments when he was actively trying to bring himself damage. mostly aimed at his wings—plucking out his feathers and such. but is this just another thing like that? a substitute damage of sorts? was he just oblivious this whole time?

grian never had a previous relationship experience, so he really can't tell what is love. where does it end and Something Bad begins? he associates the bites with love, but is that bad? is he wrong? would it feel different if someone else showed him that love is something else? did he just manipulate himself into feeling like this and now he's in too deep?

at least he knows scar would never hurt him if grian says no. if grian doesn't want it. but... if grian wants it... is it self destructive? is that what it means? or maybe he was just chasing the aftermath? the soft care (that scar'd offer regardless)?

his mind is a mess and he can't figure out what his real feelings in this all are. he doesn't know how to figure it out. he gets really confused and worried and scared. (he's terrified that they're right, not necessarily for himself, but because of what that'd do to scar.) (he's scared that scar will blame himself over this. that no matter the outcome, this is inevitably going to mess something up between the two of them.)

in the meanwhile, scar feels like a monster. like maybe he was doing something wrong this whole time. was he enabling something horrible? was he genuinely hurting grian this whole time, unaware?

because he's a vex, and it makes sense to want this on his end, but grian is an avian, and... maybe scar should've questioned it more? shouldn't have been so eager to indulge? did he do something irreparably cruel without meaning to?

through this all, he reassures grian it's okay to take a break from it, or even to completely stop. it's fine! it's always been fine! but despite that, their feelings continue to spiral, caught in a maze they can't escape.

it used to be so simple. back in the vex commune. scar never had to doubt himself and the way they express their love. not when it came to this.

and now suddenly it seems so different. so vile and wrong and horrible. people are genuinely concerned and scar and grian wonder, separately, if maybe they're right to be?

... eventually they both hurtle towards a breaking point. and scar decides he needs to talk to someone about it. and grian decides he needs to be alone for a moment, becoming overwhelmed, needing some space to think.

i really want to tell you about what happens in the talk scar has with the others, but i can't. not quite yet.

anyway, this is where the breakdowns come in. (yes. multiple.)

first is scar's during the conversation he has. he gets to hear a lot of good, wise, reassuring things, but ultimately, he still needs to hear from grian. he's been trying so hard not to influence grian's conclusion to all of this, but. he needs to know grian's thoughts, once grian is ready.

grian is not ready. he's been growing so emotionally worn out from all of this, so volatile and fragile. it's all a bit Too Much.

scar messages him, checking up on him.

are you okay?

and

i'm here waiting for you whenever you come back

and

but i'll come find you if you want me to

and

i love you

... but here's the thing, right? neither scar nor grian are used to comms anymore. so grian doesn't read any of that.

they regress back to what they know.

scar howls.

grian chirps.

and only then does scar's comm ping.

come.

zero hesitation, scar unfolds his wings and jumps off the balcony, rushing towards where that chirp came from. he's being called. he's being wanted.

he'd go anywhere for grian.

he finds grian perched atop a tree. struggles to climb up, but never falters. because grian's now starting to cry, and scar needs to be there.

tucked safely into scar's gentle, loving arms, grian breaks down.

--

with a hitched sob, grian falls forwards into scar's arms, burrowing easily into the warmth and familiarity and security.

he wants to say he's sorry. he's sorry this is so hard for him. he's sorry he can't untangle this; sorry he can no longer tell which are his feelings and which are just things people have suggested he might feel. he's sorry he's making this so difficult. he's sorry he's worrying everyone.

but words evade him as scar's arms provide just enough safety for his guards to crumble lower, making him just sob instead.

--

and believe it or not, somewhere in the midst of this (hey do have a proper talk, if a bit tear-drenched) is scar's second breakdown. (grian's time to hold him!!!) that's where the rp snippet in the previous ask is from. and you'll get more of that in a second.

first i just need to tease the aftermath, because i'm a menace.

after crying and comforting their hearts out, they fly(!!!) back. there's immense relief to wind in grian's feathers, and a dangerous edge of the feeling of freedom it brings, wanting to soothe all the cracks on his soul... but the truth is, his soul is still cracked. and he's still depleted. he knows he's still hovering over something so incomprehensibly fragile. that the smallest prod will set him off and break him again.

they arrive at their nest—scar first, to warn their company not to ask questions, grian second.

it doesn't stop it from happening. grian was right: the smallest thing can set him off.

so he has another breakdown, possibly a bigger one, drawing on far deeper hurt that screams and tears at his heart. and plunges all three other people in the room into breakdowns of their own <3333

(yes that's the part we can't talk about. yet.)

aNYWAY!!! how about some rp bits.

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SCAR

Despite Grian’s crying being entirely contagious— or perhaps Scar is just simply too empathetic and emotional himself— Scar’s had practice with consoling his sweet bird. He knows what he ought to do here. 

He tightens his hold until it’s snug and secure, then pressed a few little kisses to whatever part of Grian’s head he can reach.

And then he talks.

“I knew you’d be up in a tree somewhere.” His voice wobbles a bit, but it’s alright. “I wanted to give you some time… I missed you though. Like immediately.”

He chuckles softly, knowing their bond borders on codependent, even if it’s something they’ve worked on since they’ve gotten home. Still, it’s okay to poke fun at it, he thinks. It’s okay to admit the truth.

--

GRIAN

grian's sobs quiet down a little as scar talks, energy redirected to hook into the familiar rumble of his slightly quivery voice, sniffling as he listens to what scar has to say. 

it's sometimes hard to decipher the meaning of sentences when he gets like this, but scar doesn't seem to expect an answer; he's not asking him anything, and grian's grateful for being given time, a grace period where he can just cling and cry and calm down while scar holds him. 

he laugh-sobs at the note that it was obvious he'd be in a tree. he's given scar a lot of hard time in the past until he figured out that lesson, but now he always knows unfailingly where to search when grian's heart needs him after cowardly isolation.

he comes every time. he comes and he finds him and he holds him. 

grian sniffles, despondent, burrowing tighter in. he chirps a little to encourage scar to go on, to keep talking; the sound of it is shaky, about to fall apart to pieces, but he thinks it still counts. it's still something. a participation, not leaving scar stranded and alone in this.

--

OK LOOK WE HAVE TO SKIP AHEAD HERE BECAUSE [REDACTED] REASONS

--

GRIAN

grian hums again, fond and soft, slumped against scar with utmost trust. and then he finally says it. "'m sorry."

--

SCAR

"Hey, none of that, mister," Scar says, shaking his head into Grian's hair in more of a no than a nuzzle now. "It was a lot, it's okay. You needed a moment."

He places another kiss.

"And you knew I'd be here in a heartbeat when you were ready, right?" Scar grins sheepishly.

--

GRIAN

grian's hands trace idle patterns on scar's back as he gets comforted by words and another kiss. he closes his eyes, taking it in, before replying with a soft little "yeah."

-- 

SCAR

Scar purrs at the affection, openly so. "Doin' a little better now?"

--

GRIAN

grian nods, still right against scar, clingily pressed into him. "yeah, i... yeah."

--

SCAR

Scar doesn't budge, not interested in releasing his darling bird just yet. "...what's on your mind?" he prompts softly, hoping to get a glimpse at Grian's inner turmoil.

--

GRIAN

with eyes still closed, grian lets the pause linger just a moment, before replying with a quiet but honest, "right now? how nice this feels."

--

SCAR

Scar chuckles again, a little anxiety getting settled by that fact, though certainly not all. "Oh, well that's good, yes. I agree with that sentiment entirely."

--

GRIAN

"good," grian purrs, squeezing at scar. "'coz i don't wanna lose it."

--

SCAR

Scar's ears twitch, something awfully depressing in those few words. "Hey, no, never," he assures. "This is never going away, okay?" 

Since he seriously doubts cuddling is about to give anyone the wrong ideas.

--

GRIAN

grian has to swallow several times for his feelings to not go off the rails again. he takes a shaky breath, still squeezing at scar, as if he was afraid he might disappear. "... okay."

--

SCAR

"And neither am I!" Scar tacks on, even if it should go without saying. Even if it may be a little dramatic. But he thinks maybe Grian needs to hear that fact stated with absolute certainty. "I love you too dang much."

--

GRIAN

that gets grian to loosen his grip a little, enough to shuffle and look up. hair messy and eyes glistening and red rimmed, he looks up at scar with so much aching adoration, it feels like he might drown. 

"i think it's okay if— if we love each other in our own way," he says sheepishly. he ducks down, laying his head on scar's shoulder, feeling shy as his hands go back to tracing patterns on scar's lower back. "even if the others don't understand or agree." there's a precipice of a pause, and then the most timid little "... right?"

--

SCAR

Scar's heart stutters, and his ears flick up again with carefully optimistic anticipation at Grian's words. His eyes threaten to flood over again, but the tears feel different, more cathartic, less miserable. 

He tucks his head over Grian's again, brushing his cheek over his locks affectionately, daring to release a few hopeful tears as Grian says what he desperately hoped he might. 

"I..." he starts, still trying not to influence this decision if he can help it, but... "I think so. ...I mean it's—" He thinks of [REDACTED], and chuckles wetly, morphing them in his own Scar-silly way. "It's not really anyone else's business what we do in the bedroom, is it?"

--

GRIAN

grian's hands still against scar's back, simply holding him for a moment as he soaks up scar's nuzzles. there's wetness to them, something that makes grian's heart ache as he worries about all the possible meanings, but hopes against all hope that it's just scar getting positively emotional—a relief of sorts above all else. 

a small strained chuckle makes it past his lips, and he muffles it into a kiss that he presses into scar's shoulder. "right. exactly."

--

SCAR

Scar weakly smiles, giving Grian a squeeze. "...but seriously, I— you know it's okay if we stop, right? If you ever change your mind— and I mean your mind, nobody else's— then it's fine! But... I... yeah." Another squeeze. "I just want to be sure you know that."

--

GRIAN

there's a barely stifled sigh, but no hint of tension pools across grian's back. his hold remains still and gentle, his head idly leaning on scar's shoulder. "i know," he murmurs.

--

SCAR

"Good," Scar states, ducking lower so his forehead presses into Grian for a moment before releasing just enough so he could escape the big bear hug if he wanted. “... you know, [REDACTED]”

--

WE ARE ACTUALLY TAKING ANOTHER LEAP, ANOTHER SKIP, ANOTHER SCRIBBLED OUT SECTION. bear with us <33

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SCAR

[REDACTED VERY REDACTED] “I mean, I had to learn all this vex stuff, too. It’s not… I mean it’s certainly not the most family-friendly sort of culture but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong, does it?”

--

GRIAN

grian blinks at that, lifting his head in attention. this really surprises him, for some reason. that [WOO REDACTED AGAIN WOW] 

"oh." he takes a moment, leaning slightly back, inviting scar's touch a little bit further. "yeah... yeah, i think he's—" he bounces the words around in his head again, then settles on: "it's a learning curve every way, isn't it? whenever there's new instincts and..." he skirts around the words mating rituals, feeling a faint warmth rise up to his cheeks. he looks away briefly, teething at his bottom lip as he thinks of all the worries he himself used to have, all the mistakes kane made, all the effort and talking and correcting it took for things to finally have it all sink in the proper way. 

he clears his throat, shyly looking back at scar, but then his gaze anchors and softens. his hand travels up from scar's chin, brushing through his hair, tucking a strand behind his ears. "it's not wrong."

--

SCAR

“It’s not?” Scar asks meekly, even though he was the one to propose so first. To have Grian confirm it is so much more important. Because even if they can agree it’s not wrong for Scar to have sought out these things, ultimately he wants it to be right for Grian as well.

Scar chews at his lip nervously, but still tilts toward the offered affection, absolutely weak to it.

--

GRIAN

"mmm." grian lets his fingers brush through scar's hair again, gentle with him at every step. "it's not wrong," he repeats softly.

--

SCAR

Scar opens his eyes, both of them glistening with potential tears, but he offers up a weak, wobbly smile, appreciating every graze of Grian’s fingers. “…is it— it’s not wrong for you either?”

--

GRIAN

grian takes in scar's expression and he leans in for a short kiss. "it's not wrong for me," he murmurs, right over scar's lips. 

and maybe he still feels confused, and maybe he still has some exploring and figuring out to do, just to really settle things in his heart, but he knows scar will be there with him every step of the way. just like he knows that [REDACTED] is right—scar is good for him. 

and he wants all of him.

--

SCAR

The tears fall alongside a pitiful little chuckle, but Scar leans right back in for another kiss, not caring at all for the wetness that streaks down his cheeks. 

They can match now. It’s fine.

“I… I’m—?” Scar falters, and he laughs again, ducking his head down in slight embarrassment. He can’t even bring himself to say it. To even imply that he was worried that he was wrong for Grian. “…okay.”

--

GRIAN

the sight of tears breaks grian's heart. still keeping one arm around scar, hoping it'd make him feel close and secure, he lowers his other hand from scar's hair to his cheek, gently collecting the wetness even as scar leans in for a kiss. (one that grian gladly gives.) 

even though scar doesn't finish his question, grian can connect the dots. he remembers the time when he himself thought he's not good for scar, and he knows how awful and heavy that self doubt was.

with utmost tenderness, he kisses scar's cheek, right in the path of wetness, while his fingers gently brush the tears on the other side. "scar." it's quiet, reverent. irredeemably loving.

he pulls away, wanting scar to look at him as he says this. his wings twitch, brushing over scar's, curling inwards towards him. pressing against scar's sides under scar's wings as grian lets go of his back in favour of cupping his face, thumbs brushing over cheeks.

"scar, you're good for me."

he strings up the words, slow and deliberate and certain.

--

SCAR

It’s Scar’s turn to break again, clearly, as his eyes water over and big, wet tears fall down his cheeks and collect over Grian’s hands. He doesn’t even have words to respond with, just wide, grateful eyes and wobbly lips that can’t decide between a cry or a smile. 

His hands also find their way over Grian’s, though one escapes to run his own thumb over Grian’s cheek in turn, still feeling the dampness there. It’s oddly comforting.

“…sometimes I worry the hermits don’t think that,” he admits, gaze flicking away as he tries to keep a strong facade. (Hard to do while he’s actively crying, but it could certainly be worse.)

--

GRIAN

"oh, scar." grian sighs, heartbroken, brows pulling into a pained frown upon hearing that admission. he can hardly bear this, knowing scar's been made to feel like this.

he leans in to press a kiss to his forehead, wings slinking further along, wrapping around scar right underneath his vex wings. he wants to cocoon them into warmth and safety, away from these treacherous feelings.

the hermits managed to somehow break both of them down, with nothing more than good intentions.

grian hates the uncertain, askew feeling that pushes bitter bile up his throat, telling him maybe they're not quite right for this place anymore. that they forgot how to belong, but nobody has caught up yet and still expects them to be their selves that they can no longer reach.

“you know [REDACTED I AM SO SORRY]” he attempts a smile, though it's hard. he tugs at scar, wanting to pull him in for a hug, tuck him underneath his own chin, all safe and protected, but he leaves it up to scar whether he wants that or needs more breathing room right now. 

"maybe they need time. i... i've been hiding away a lot and. honestly i don't think they can tell what's good for me anymore. not right now." it's hard to admit. "even if they mean well." but well-meaning that hurts both him and scar is just meddlesome. 

maybe they needed this though, in a way. it would be better if it came from a different place, subtler, gentler, but still. maybe they needed to work through exactly these feelings.

"anyone who says you're not good for me will get smacked," he threatens, remembering scar's (and kane's) offers to bite people who look at grian wrong, in a way returning the favour. "'coz they're wrong and they have no business spewing nonsense."

--

SCAR

Scar gladly takes up the offer to be smothered in affection, and he boldly chooses to corporealize his wings fully and gently tug them around the base of Grian's, knowing well that wing-on-wing contact is almost always acceptable. And right now that sort of thing brings immense comfort to him, too. It's something they both share, after all. A pair of wings and a pair of patched up hearts.

"I know they mean well..." Scar whines into Grian's chest this time, and though there's no cozy shawl to bury himself in, it's just as comforting. "but they don't know everything, and... and I know that's mostly on us, but god it's just... it's so much sometimes, Grian." 

It's not exactly pleasant to recall those memories. To try to explain just how horrific it was to their old friends. To look them in the eyes and admit that they're different now because they had to be. (And how they still hope to be loved despite it all.)

--

GRIAN

grian wraps scar up in his arms, holding him close. one hand in scar's hair, the other sliding down between his shoulderblades, rubbing at that point between his wings, unaware he's copying exactly what [REDACTED] did earlier.

the pressure of scar's wings over his own helps him settle a little, gives him comfort and courage through this glass-shards of a conversation.

"they don't know everything," he echoes quietly, kissing the top of scar's head before he leans his cheek on it, cradling him. "i just wish..." he closes his eyes and tugs at scar, holds him a little bit tighter. he doesn't really know how to finish that sentence; all the words feel like they're crashing and splintering over sharp cliffs.

all that's left in the rubble is a weary sense of defeat. "it is so much," he agrees. "it's so tiring to... they expect us to be..." he doesn't finish any of his sentences, but he wonders if scar understands anyway.

--

SCAR

Scar understands perfectly. He nods softly as he listens, lulled in by those soft touches, tears drying as he lets Grian’s presence fully engulf him.

“…they expect us to be the same,” Scar finishes for him, certain that Grian’s had the same trouble he has, though perhaps to a different degree. “And… maybe we won’t ever be. But… I don’t think all the ways we changed are bad. Like— sure, we’re still messed up and jumpy and… and I mean, frankly traumatized, but…” There’s an effort to poke his head up, but Scar finds himself too reluctant to leave the comfort of Grian’s arms just yet. “We’re also in love. And… we have a new appreciation for life. And each other.” A half-sniffle, half-chuckle gets stuffed into Grian’s chest. “…is that too sappy?”

--

GRIAN

grian chuckles mirthlessly at the list of things they suck at, their reactions and trauma stitched close to them like their shadow, endless and monstrous, looming behind their every step. but scar is right: they have changed in so many messed up ways, and they might never be the same, but... it's not all bad. 

"we're in love," grian echoes, a notch lighter, just a little bit amused that the list of dark things ends with a complete shift, plunging them into sappiness. it's such a scar-like thing to do; he's aware of just how bad things have gotten, but that doesn't mean he won't fight to dredge up every little optimistic and hopeful thing out of it anyway.

grian loves it. it's gotten him through many dark times, this quality that scar has. his tenacious way of thinking and latching onto bright things, even if it's a barely flickering flame amidst complete, terrifying darkness.

he kisses his head again and then nuzzles against his hair, humming. "it's scar level sappy," he replies, mulling it, before landing on: "which means it's perfect." 

the only time scar's level of sappy is too much is when he's flustering grian, but he's not going to point that out, in case scar takes it as a challenge to compare the two right here and right now. (he'd be capable. grian knows.) 

he rubs at scar's back again, humming a soft melody, wanting to calm him further. but there's one thing even he can unearth from the ashes, something written into all their stitches and scars.

"we survived." 

nothing can beat that. no matter how they've changed, or what they can now see in a different light.

they made it.

"and we're good for each other."

--

SCAR

Scar giggles at the term. Scar-level sappy, indeed. His own brand of optimism, wrapped in layers of insecurity but boundless levels of adoration. 

And it got him this far, didn’t it?

“We survived,” Scar repeats, because that’s so damn important. They survived. And they did it because they were together.

Because they’re good together.

“…the power of love,” Scar adds, soft and sentimental and maybe just a bit goofy, hoping to turn the tides from tears to mirthful laughter.

--

GRIAN

once again he gets grian to giggle in a fragile moment—a talent scar has and grian values. in retaliation, he shifts his hands, brings them much closer, until he can tease at scar's ears. 

"we survived, so now i can do this!" his cheeks are still wet, and he feels depleted from all the heavy emotions, but he still manages a grin as he tries to make scar squirm.

--

SCAR

Scar barks out a fit of genuine laughter, somewhat startled by the shift, but he can’t complain when his lips are suddenly tipped into a bright smile and his ears are flicking wildly at the affectionate abuse. 

“Hey!! No fair! I’ve been so gentle!!” he cackles, already shedding that mercy and tickling at Grian’s ribs.

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aaand i'm going to end on this note (because you know it devolves again. we're good at making things fall apart repeatedly <3 a great angst loop if you ask me.)

but, i'm going to leave you with a little bonus. which is what me and link talked about today. on this same topic, really.

which is how scar changed. hermits know him as the guy who dies a lot, right? also easily distracted, carefree, easily dissipating into giggles, easily brushing things off. all of that.

he could get startled by a fly. he'd yelp and stumble and fall over when he got scared.

but that other world forced other things on him. it forced him to be brave, or at least, to seem like it. forced him to fight to keep himself and grian safe. fight for them both to survive.

now when he gets scared? there are wings and claws and fangs.

he couldn't show weakness in that world, you know?

and it sticks. it sinks its talons into him and holds.

the only person he shows weakness around is grian. and... maybe if he'd been willing to show it more around the other hermits, they'd see that he's still scar.

that he's still scar and he's hurting and afraid.

(yes blame link for this heartbreak brb sobbing with u)

also. a potential conversation:

someone saying to grian (while scar is also possibly there): "scar came back... wrong."

grian angrily counters with "no, scar came back different but not wrong."

and then

quieter

"... i came back wrong."

because, think about it. scar changed, but it can be argued that some of it is better and he's just being misunderstood. but grian? grian can't imagine any good coming from how he's now.

he didn't grow braver or kinder or stronger or any of those things. he just caused [REDACTED]. he's a scared, hurting mess. there's nothing good about him now.

as link said in our discord dms: scar needs to scoop grian up and remind him that he's here for the whole ride. he'll be here while grian learns to heal.

because he will heal.

[ughgoaway]

Blurb of Annie's birthday... Matty brings a cake to school to celebrate his little baby's special day... he stays a little while...

I'm loving all the blurbs

oh, I'm so glad you are loving the blurbs!!! I am loving writing them, little Annie Healy has my heart.

Anyway, yes yes yes I love this idea so much omg. 

(Can Ace write anything without saying “smile” and “eyes” 1000 times… wait and see!! (the answer is no.) Also, timeline wise this makes absolutely 0 sense but… I do not care!! All that matters is the vibe <33)

It's Monday when Annie comes in very proudly and announces “Miss y/n, I'm six on Friday” with her chest puffed out and a big smile on her face.

You pretend you don't know, despite having seen it on the system last week, “Is it really Annie? Wow! You're growing up so quickly” You smile down at her as she nods along to your words, holding her bookbag (do other countries have these? idk) in one hand and the other hand out, ready to gesture with when she spoke.

“My daddy says the same thing.” she starts. Then her face lights up further, “You know my daddy is coming in on Friday!! He asked Mrs Richards and she said that he could come and bring a cake for everyone!!” she recounts excitedly before her face drops, and she suddenly gets very serious. “But you can't tell anyone that miss y/n, it's a secret. Pinky promise?”

You smile at her but soon put on a fake stern face to match hers. You drop to her eye line, stick your finger out, and link it with hers, “I promise Annie. Now, how about you go put your bookbag away so we can get started?” she doesn't respond but instead nods and shuffles off to set her bag down.

Leaving you standing and reeling that Matty is coming in on Friday, in peak proud dad mode, to celebrate his daughter (who you love.) fuck. This was going to make your head spin.

/////////////

cut to the actual day, and Annie comes in wearing a little badge and a hat. You see Matty drop her off from the classroom. you totally weren't staring out the window waiting to see him arrive or anything…

he wasn't even really dressed up, just a chequered button-up and jeans. but for some reason, he still made your heart race. seeing him bend down and give her a kiss on the cheek, and a big hug almost made you audibly sigh, but you caught yourself before you did. because that would be inappropriate, you didn't have any feelings for him. none at all. totally neutral.

Annie came bounding in, a massive smile on her face showing off her gappy smile. she'd very proudly come in the week before talking about losing one of her teeth, and now, every time she smiled, her gaps were on show.

class started, and to avoid Annie literally buzzing with excitement all day, you allowed her to announce to the class the news of her big day.

with the happiest face you could imagine, she said, "It's my birthday today! I'm 6 and my daddy is going to come in with cake for everyone!" 

a chorus of cheers came out as you sat behind your desk, trying to stop your grin from growing an unreasonable amount. 

soon enough, you got the class back in order, and the day whizzed past. Suddenly, it was 2:30, and there was a knock on the door.

matty stuck his head around the door and quickly met your eyes, "hi" he breathed out, staring at you with adoration in his eyes.

“Hi” you breathed out in the same way. For a few seconds, you both stood there with stupid grins on your faces staring into each other's eyes. Of course, in a classroom of 5 and 6-year-olds, that peaceful staring didn't last long. But it simultaneously felt like a quick glance and a full minute.

Annie comes running out of her seat and to the door. Matty quickly catches on and comes fully into the classroom, managing to hold a cake in one hand and hugging his very excited daughter with the other.

“Daddy!!” she squeals with excitement, bouncing in her dad's arms as he tries desperately to balance a cake. Over the young girl's shoulder, he shoots you a worried glance, and you snap out of your trance and come to grab the cake.

“Ah yes, let me just grab this,” you say, and Matty smiles graciously at you. His other hand quickly scooped Annie up into his arms to greet her properly.

“Hi, peanut!! You have a good birthday?” he asks. His eyes flick between his daughter, babbling on about her day, and you standing at your desk showing a room full of mesmerised children the cake he brought.

In between his daughter's rambling stories, he manages to catch you chatting to the kids, “Yes Annie's dad Mat-” You pause and catch yourself before you slip, flicking your head up and making brief eye contact with Matty. “Mr. Healy brought us all cake! Let's all sit in our seats and get ready to say thank you like we practised!”

Matty's face briefly scrunched in confusion, but you did nothing to answer his silent question, only shooting him a sweet smile and spinning around to walk to the front of the room. The combination of the cheeky smile and the way your dress moved as you spun had Matty's brain stuttering through his thoughts.

Annie was still chattering along, completely oblivious to her dad being completely enamoured with the woman in front of him. She soon saw her classmates all in their seats and was wriggling out of her dad's arms, trying to join her friends.

Matty comes to join you at the front of the room, fighting every urge in his body to wrap you up in a hug. He wants nothing more than to grab you by the waist and pull you in, burying his face into your neck and breathing in the vaguely sweet smell that follows you around. He thinks about how his other arm would swing around your shoulder and pull you impossibly closer. Your arms would come around him, and he would feel you hum in enjoyment at the contact.

But he doesn't do that. He simply waves in a way that makes him feel so uncool that he internally cringes. You giggle at his clear discomfort and copy his wave, tilting your head teasingly at him. 

You somehow manage to wrangle your mind back to the task at hand, you clap your hands and grab your classes attention. “Right! Everyone, this is Annie's dad, Mr. Healy!” Matty cringes at you not using his name, loving the way it sounds coming out of your mouth.

“As you can see, he has been very kind and brought us a cake to share! Can we all say thank you?”

Matty was staring at you, lost in watching you work, but soon the ensemble of small voices wrang out, pulling his attention away from you.

“Thank you, Mr. Healy!!” says the sea of children in front of him, Matty looks out at the crowd, used to the number of people but not quite the age range. He sees a mob of gappy teeth and excited faces and can't help but mirror them.

“Wow! You guys are welcome! I hope you all like it. It's already cut up... sooo-” he looks over to you for further instruction, and you snap back into teacher mode quickly.

“Okay! Everyone, can we all line up in register order for our cake?” Some groans come from the crowd, but you quickly catch them, “and don't worry if you're near the end. There is enough cake for everyone! I promise.” You smile and wave your hand, and soon enough, each child falls into line, all bubbling with anticipation.

//////////

Quiet music plays through the classroom speakers, and the noise of children chatting and giggling permeates the room. At the front of the room, you are leaning against the desk as Matty stands in front of you with his hands in his pockets.

He stands with joy written all over his face as you continue to laugh at his stories and jokes, the sound of your laughter ringing in his ears in the best way possible. It's so melodic that Matty has the fleeting thought to record it and use it in a track.

“So you used a scooter to get to the smaller stage” you laugh, staring at Matty with an impressed yet questioning look. As he nods, his curls bounce. You briefly get distracted by how perfect they are, but his resonant voice brings you back to earth. 

“An electric scooter, I'm not just furiously pushing myself on a razor scooter in the middle of a concert” Matty corrects, looking faux offended at your forgetfulness. 

“Oh yes, sorry and electric scooter, of course.” You say nodding, “I don't suppose there's any video of this that I can see? I think I need to witness it.” You smile at him.

Matty pauses briefly, weighing up and showing you the video. On one hand, he can get closer to you to show his phone but on the other, you get to see a mildly embarrassing video of him whizzing away to the sound of “Vroom Vroom” by Charli xcx. 

You take his silence as offence and quickly start stuttering apologies, “Oh I'm sorry if that's too personal, you don't have to show me. I was just-” Before you talk so much it makes you dizzy, Matty cuts in. 

“Oh no don't worry love,” the nickname slips out without a second thought, Matty doesn't even consider it but you are sure you'll be thinking of his voice saying that on repeat for the next week, “I was just thinking how embarrassing this is going to be, but you're right. You do need to see it. Just promise me you won't think less of me, yeah?”

He makes intense eye contact as finishes, and you can't help but blurt out what you think of immediately, “I could never think less of you.”

A silent beat passes, and Matty doesn't say anything, just bashfully smiles and grabs his phone.

//////

Too soon for your liking, 3 pm comes, and it's almost time to leave, but before everyone goes, you have one more thing to do.

“Okay I have to play teacher now, sorry,” you say to Matty, standing up. He nods and steps back, letting you get everyone's attention and speak.

“It's almost time for our mummies and daddies to pick us up, so let's all do one last thing before we go today. As you all know, it's Annie's birthday,” Matty watches his daughter's eyes light up at being mentioned, “so let's all sing her happy birthday!”

You count them in, and the class starts singing to Annie, you and Matty included. Matty watches you sing for his daughter, pure joy on your face and a grin that makes his knees weaken.

The song ends, and everyone claps, just in time for the bell to ring, and you send them off. “Okay everyone that's the bell! Go grab your stuff and meet your mums and dads in the playground, Mrs Richards will be out there to help you find them if you need it!”

You wave each of them out until it's just you, Matty and Annie in the room. You spin around and bend down to her level, “Did you have a good birthday sweetheart?”

Her toothy grin comes out again, and she nods furiously, “Especially because my daddy came in, that was really fun” she says, looking up at Matty and grabbing his hand.

“I had so much fun too, sweetheart! Let's get going though, yeah? You've got Grandad and nanny at home waiting to see you!!” Matty says to his daughter, who immediately starts dragging him away and saying bye to you.

You laugh and wave them off, “bye Annie!!” You say excitedly. You make a point of lifting your eyes and meeting Matty’s.

“Bye Matty” you say softly, waving at him the same way he greeted you earlier.

He simply grins and waves back before returning his attention back to his daughter and continuing to be dragged away.

blurb masterlist here!!

[xparaloversx]

Gesture Prompts #8 - Kanata Yatonokami

Clarification from Anon: oh sorry for not specifying, let it be, kanata who takes the reader to the alley ^^

As much as Kanata goes out, time where he allows himself to indulge himself is sparse. 

Because of this, a fair bit of your dates may not fall into the traditional “date” category, but Kanata secretly finds the domesticity and comfortability in grocery shopping enjoyable when you’re with him.

After being run ragged the entire week, Kanata can think of nothing else better than to have a hot meal with you and Nayuta on the rooftop watching the stars.

Which is exactly why you’re at the corner market today, picking out fresh ingredients for tonight’s dinner. 

Unfortunately, life seems to have other plans, as a stray cat steal a bag of fish the second your back is turned

And Kanata will be damned if he lets some mangy furball steal his dinner from him.

The cat’s surprisingly resilient, weaving its way through multiple alleyways before you both manage to corner it in an alleyway where Kanata manages to intimidate the cat enough that it lets go of your fish.

You’re both exhausted, sweaty, and at your wit’s end. 

Your gaze turns to Kanata, concern softening the raggedness that’s weathered your voice.

“Are you ok?” 

Silence. 

“Kanata-” Your incoming question is cut off by a pair of lips crashing into yours, teeth and tongue clashing in desperation for closeness.

The noise of passersby and traffic becomes muffled, the only thing you’re able to focus on is the heavy pants leaving your lover’s mouth as he presses you against a wall.

Your previous exhaustion is quickly forgotten in favor of a delirious fervor that makes you weak in the knees.

Your hands fly up to grasp at the back of his neck, his waist- anything within your reach, as long as it was him. 

Nimble fingers make their home on your collarbone and hips, pulling your body flush against his. 

“What about dinner?” You halfheartedly tease after a particularly messy kiss, drinking in the blush that’s effused across his face. 

“Dinner can wait,” he snarks, his lips melding with yours once more.

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[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

Hello :) I see you draw! Do you take requests? Would you be willing to draw -

Teen-High-Binder Transmasc Normal?

Teen High binder VS Miku binder: who will win?

Its a tie! Trans rights <3 Anyways love you anon happy pride month :)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

new anon here hehe 🫧

I was just reminded of the glorious creation that is merman Sugu and it has me feeling so many things 😩😩 (I'm physically unwell about it). I've just been thinking especially that if he comes to y/n from the sea, then his hair prolly dries with a lot of salt in it... he wouldn't have to worry about that while it's still wet or when he's underwater, just when visiting y/n on land. SOOOOOO imagine... the hair washing sessions where y/n uses their fave-scented shampoo and conditioner to do his GLORIOUS hair while he sits in their tub and splashes around happily 🛐🛐 they would always do it first thing when Sugu visits (whether staying in or going and exploring) bc he HATES the feel of salt drying into his hair and then flaking around the place, so the hair wash has become a comforting ritual for both of them~

🫧 ANON…… tysm for the mer!sugu crumbs 🫂🫂 THIS IS ACTUALLY SOOOO GENIUS WAIT. do i have your permission to maybe slip that hc into the fic if i have room for it….. the idea that his hair dries when he’s not underwater because of the salt is so clever!!!!

ANDDD THAT’D BE SO WHOLESOME 😭 i think he loves it when reader takes care of his hair. he’s very proud of it!!!! and him splashing around in the tub….. he’s sooooo cute…….. just waiting for you to pamper him like he deserves 😔😔 him AND his glorious hair.

[dave-me0wstaine]

plz can you write angst with a happy ending ( maybe some smut ) about late 90s / early 2000s dave

hello my love!! i'm sorry i didn't get to this sooner, but i wasn't sure what exactly i should write for it :/ also ik it sounds like you want a full fic, but tbh i'm not a big fan of angst and i don't have the brain power to write a full-fledged fic atm, so i'm just gonna do a little blurb if that's okay?

nsfw under the cut!

okay so i geniunely don't think that you and dave get really, truthfully angry at each other often. i'm a firm believer that, while dave is definitely a live-wire, his partner can instantly extinguish whatever anger he has. almost as if they have a pacifying effect on him.

but, with that being said, there are the rarities in which you two argue. if it's in the late 90s and early 2000s, the argument is most likely about him always being away from home on tour. while it helps that you can come with him sometimes, it's still not the same as having him at home all to yourself.

i imagine that you two start arguing while you're tagging along on tour. you're tired, ready to go home, and all you want is to go to the hotel and have some privacy with dave. but instead, as per usual, the band hangs back after the show to sign shirts, records, the likes. and as you hang back to observe them, you see dave becoming a little too happy, a little too smiley with a girl. and then she kisses him. it's on the cheek, which in retrospect isn't a huge deal, but something about it set you off.

what was supposed to be a nice, relaxing car-ride back to the hotel turns into a stressful one, full of shouts and accusations. dave was exasperated; you'd always told him to be nicer, to not be so prickly, so mean, and he was trying to be, and instead of praise he was being yelled at. and what was he supposed to do? push off a girl who was the size of toothpick? who did something seemingly so harmless?

by the time the two of you make it in the hotel room, dave is livid, and corners you in the bathroom. he starts giving you rough kisses all over your face, your neck, your chest, desperate to convince you that all he thinks about is you. he drags you to the bedroom, and starts shedding you of your clothes, uttering hushed praises, hushed confessions of how much he loves for you and cares for you, about how he's not going to let some stupid girl get in-between what you two have. he continues his praises as he fucks you, setting a gentle, deep pace.

he makes sure to make you feel loved, wanted, cared for. he holds your hands as he's thrusting into you, resting his forehead on yours so he can look into your eyes, hoping that the love he holds for you is conveyed through his gaze somehow.

by the end, when the anger has subsided and all that remains is the two of you, sweaty, tangled in each other's arms, dave strokes your hair and utters "i love you, baby. always will.”

[inkykeiji]

*sighs* oh to be high school sweethearts w angsty touya…(omg not in a weird way lol)

wait actually i cannot see it. he would probably get you pregnant n then leave/disappear…

HAHAHAHA yes the closest you’d get to high school sweethearts with him would be being his extremely intense high school fling. you do drugs and hang out illegally on rooftops and stay out all night knotted between the bars of old playgrounds and go to metal shows and raves together where you share joints or shove ecstasy tablets from one tongue onto another—all through airy exhilarated giggles and sweltering breaths—and it’s fun, it’s an adventure, it’s a wild fucking ride, full of ups and downs, twists and turns: laughing so hard your face is streaked with tears and your cheeks and stomach hurt for a full day afterward; screaming matches where he tugs at his hair and sinks dirty fingernails into your biceps and leaves ugly webbed craters in drywall, knuckles oozing scarlet and coated in a fine white dust; bad trips where you cling to each other beneath the steady spray of a shower head, curled into tiny, tangled balls on the floor of the tub, and cry and cry and cry and cry, pretending that the heaving backs and shuddering ribs and fragmented gasps are merely from the acid, that the salty dewdrops you sop up with messy, spit-slicked kisses and trembling tongues is merely shower water, rolling down cheeks and necks, dripping off jaws and pooling in the dips of collarbones.

but it was never a dull moment with him.

and then he leaves, without a trace or a single word of goodbye, and you’re left with nothing but your memories and a few keepsakes—a couple of polaroids, blurred faces and heavy grain; crumpled subway tickets that read 3am; beaded friendship bracelets strung together when you were so high you barely remember making them; and maybe, just maybe, a tiny human growing inside your womb. a small little seed he planted, now rooted within you, that he never knew about, that he’ll never know about.

[iglooracing]

sebchal + dinner party?? Or if you want to ignore the prompt and write something different please feel free!!

it has taken me literal MONTHS to get to the requests in my inbox i’m sorry so i just totally lost motivation to write but i am back to try and tackle more of these. thank you for this, i love this idea of the dinner party, but took a more dinner party prep angle!

here’s something short and sweet, very fluffy, sebchal. seb loves to cook for charles and his friends but hates cleaning up after and needs some “encouragement”…

—————

charles sighs as he sees the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink and on the counter.

“seb!” charles shouts as he walks over to the mess. “seb, company will be here in just over an hour!”

by the time seb shuffles into the kitchen - still not dressed for dinner, which just adds to charles’ annoyance - charles has already started running the water to fill the sink.

“just leave it charles, no one will come in here anyway,” seb tries to reason as he comes up behind charles. “i’ll do it later.”

charles snorts a laugh as he starts to dunk the dishes into the hot and soapy water.

“you mean i will have to do it later,” he replies.

seb replies with a dramatic gasp. “what do you mean?”

“you hate doing dishes.”

“i don’t hate it…” seb starts and charles lets out another laugh. seb can’t help but laugh with him. “i just… prefer to not do them… sometimes…”

“all the time,” charles corrects, turning around to shoot seb a smirk.

“come on, we still need to get dressed,” seb tries as he places his hands on charles’ waist, gently trying to tug him away.

but charles doesn’t budge (no matter how much he wants to). he’s already turned off the faucet and has started washing a sauce pan, up to his elbows in fragrant bubbles.

the soap smells like citrus. or maybe that’s just seb’s cologne that he smells as seb inches closer to him, wrapping his arms around charles’ waist and pressing a kiss to the nape of charles’ neck. it’s alluring.

because seb is the king of distracting charles. if there was a record for quickest time convincing charles to do something, seb would hold that record too.

“we can relax a bit before anyone comes over…” seb tries again, voice soft and gentle next to charles’ ear.

seb’s emphasis on the word relax piques charles’ interest, but he pulls his attention away.

“we might already be dressed and relaxed if you would have started the dishes after you finished cooking half an hour ago,” charles chides, but he tilts his head to the side to allow seb to kiss him below his ear.

seb whines and drops his head onto charles’ shoulder, burying his face in charles’ hoodie.

seb feels warm at his back. if seb stayed holding him like this, charles would gladly finish the dishes… even if seb didn’t help clean up.

after a moment’s silence where charles is actually able to wash a few cooking utensils and bowls, he feels more than he hears seb mumble something into charles’ hoodie.

“what was that, mon couer?” he teases with a soft laugh.

seb picks his head up and rests his chin on charles’ shoulder. “i said okay fine i’ll dry.”

“good idea,” charles praises and he can feel seb smile against his neck before he presses a kiss there.

“and if we finish in the next 10 minutes then maybe you can still help me relax before we get dressed for dinner,” charles says as he hands seb the towel.

“10 minutes?” seb asks as he comes to stand next to charles. “i know i can be quicker than that.”

charles grins and hands seb a measuring cup to rinse and dry.

“prove it,” charles replies with a smirk before bumping his hip into seb’s.

seb laughs and continues drying. “yes sir.”

“good boy,” charles replies without thinking.

neither of them mentions the mixing bowl seb accidentally drops back into the sink in reaction.

[hwaslayer]

being obsessed with a man called choi san 🫨 btw is your bias seonghwa? im new to your page with wildfire hahaha this is my first time reading your writing style and i really find it so good!

that is a very accurate emoji to describe the feeling lmao 😵‍💫 & yes! hehe but i think (as we all can agree) ive gotten wrecked by all of them at least once or twice or a few times 🤣

[httpiastri]

Hey jack, could you write something about yn and Paul and his jewellery?

I love his rings and necklaces 😍

aH! i too love all of his jewellery!!!!! sorry idk if i can write anything new rn but i do have this little blurb i wrote a while ago: