#i forgot to tag this and goes sleep

[socius-animae]

˖ ⁺ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧⁺ *ੈ. 𑁍 ༘. ⋆ 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮

𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐, 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆? ⋆ ༘. 𑁍 *ੈ. . . ⁺ ‧₊˚ ˚₊ ‧⁺

*ੈ. can we call this a date?

Premise: Exhausted by your brother's demands to have tofu, plus the annoying message ringing from the pink-haired man who re-dyed his hair telling you to check out Busan, you eventually come to the solution that you'll take a short walk to the market in Busan. Fortunately for you, you found a face that can amuse you.

⟡ Featuring: Baek-Sang & F! Reader

⟡ Note: 3.2k words, written before chapter 536 and based on personal interpretation. It feels a bit ordinary but you might be interested in the last part.

⟡ Cw: Violence, Threats, Intimidation. Only the last part.

This is absurdity when the world shows that anything can happen if it’s desired. Everything is essentially predetermined on a single path of destiny.

Here is a clear example. Just a few weeks ago, you receive information (and James rolls his eyes because you keep postpone your visit to Busan) that the King of Busan will be released from prison, and here you see a nameless henchman, handsome like an angel who rivals Eli’s glow-up.

Geez, obviously looking at how people around him can’t take their eyes off him either. Like, hello?! Hair fluttering, shining because of the wind coming from where? In this stuffy market? The vendor tents block the scorching sun, the fishy smell, and all sorts of things that can be sold in a typical market.

This person is clearly out of place; just look at how that old woman seems somewhat intimidated by his height, not to mention his serious gaze deciding which tofu to buy.

Yes, what a coincidence. Walking casually, you stop beside him, staring innocently as if you don’t know anything. “Hey, auntie? How much is this one?” You mischievously point to the one already targeted by this beautiful henchman.

The poor vendor feels the murderous gaze directed at you, stammering in response. “A… a, six hundred won for one piece. Do you want to buy it?” No matter how terrifying the bloodthirsty aura ready to pounce is, you just nod cheerfully.

“Wait, I want to buy that first.” There’s no shout of anger or a growl as you anticipated; this time you stop ignoring him. This henchman seems to be both fierce and calm by default, or maybe he’s a bit annoyed because you appeared out of nowhere and took something that should belong to Jinrang later?

Challenging him a little, you act confused. “Really? If that’s the problem, the vendor should have said that this one will be yours.” You turn to the vendor, making an obviously unimpressed expression, accusing. The one feeling accused (even though you’re not serious) starts to panic, stuttering more and turning pale.

Forgive me, auntie, you pray inwardly. But I will give you a tip!

“Alright, how about this. I let you buy this tofu, in exchange you’ll go on a date with me today. How about that?” Hmm, that sounds cooler in your mind than actually saying it.

Surprised, of course, passersby who overhear your conversation glance away in astonishment. The question is, who is this brave girl? Oh my God, such a tease. Disgusting, what the hell. Lastly, is the expression on Jinrang’s white-haired henchman’s face.

The words you expect—rejection, questioning your intentions—you immediately sweep them back, “That person will return to Busan, right? Because the reception should be the best.” You finally pull the lever, its intrinsic strength stronger now.

It feels like challenging death on a dark road; you know nothing about him except that he’s one of the important figures in Busan’s underworld. However, this isn’t the first time you’re dealing with something unknown and risking your life.

The wrinkles on his face deepen, but that doesn’t make you back down from getting a date with him. “How do you know? Who are you?” He’s still standing there; everyone knows you pressed his button.

“I’m glad you’re curious about me. If you agree to a short date, maybe you’ll find out. By the way, our date plan is to visit the food factories. I want to go to PulmuSoy, then ChongGa, and Sempyu. If we have time, we’ll also go to Daesan. Don’t worry, I have acquaintances.” Sometimes it’s nice to have connections everywhere.

But both of you know, all those places are in Seoul. A gray area for those affiliated with the King of Busan. There’s no prohibition on going to Seoul as a regular person; after all, which law judges you just because of gang fights and enemies entering territories practically owned by the state?

This unwritten rule is ridiculous. Maybe that’s why Gitae doesn’t care about his title as the King of Seoul. Who knows, you’ll ask later.

After weighing your decision internally, you continue. “If you’re worried I’m lying, you can leave me on the road and take the tofu away, easy peasy. So, what do you think?” Overall, it’s a win-win situation for him; he can get the best quality tofu without causing a fuss.

But what are your intentions? What do you gain from this? Your conversation partner just sighs. Maybe you’re not that bad, just strange… who knows, you’re just guessing what’s on his mind. The henchman pays for the tofu he wanted to buy earlier. “Alright. If that’s the case.”

Without waiting any longer, “What do you want us to use to go? Train? Bicycle? Taxi or….” Hmm, should you invite him to your car? The options you provide aren’t suitable for a date, but thinking of you both as strangers, practically not knowing each other’s names, being civilians would be good, you think.

“It’s alright, we can use my car.” Oh, such a respectful man, he turns out not to be that dense. Walking beside him, occasionally you glance at his facial expressions. For once, he reciprocates your flirtation. “Aren’t you worried you just met someone with bad intentions?”

Responding dramatically, you sweep your hair back. “Me? If I met one, I’d definitely die. Besides, I’m a fragile flower. So protect me later.” People who know you would undoubtedly accuse you of telling the worst lies in the world. But man, you feel a bit cringy with this dramatic acting, to be honest.

Your answer stops him from walking out of the market. He looks at you with a face asking, what’s wrong with you. Well, you’ve often received looks like this, and it won’t be the last in the future either. “You….” Maybe you should appreciate him for holding back all the harsh words there.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you snort in disbelief. “Pfft, if I were meeting a bad person, logically I’d just avoid them. You happened to look interesting, so why not while I’m here.” Yes, let’s just say you’re a fool infatuated with visuals (but, it’s true).

That’s a half-baked reason, but not entirely unreasonable. People beside you must be wondering why you know his intentions, not just that, about Jinrang, the King of Busan who should only be known to those who have ever dabbled in the underworld. You’re not an ordinary person, for sure.

“You… are strange.” He closes his eyes, not showing much expression. Maybe there’s someone far more eccentric than you that he’s met before.

“It’s nice if a man like you concerned about me, but I can always run away if I want to. Still, thanks for the intention.” You both continue walking.

Upon reaching the car you’re heading to, a car passes by. True, it’s just like that panel, this man stands in front of it, and looks exactly the same. The same luxurious car out of place like its owner.

Apparently, you are deep in thought considering that truth until he opens the passenger door beside the driver’s seat. “Oh, what polite man, I’m getting more interested in you. Do you have a girlfriend?” Such a boring question, you just make small talk. Strangely, you get a slight reaction. Is there something sparkling in his mouth?

This marks the third place you've been visiting today, and surprisingly, the day hasn’t spiraled into a nightmare of thugs and brutal interrogations as you feared. Instead, an uneasy silence hovers between you and your companion, broken only by awkward conversations about tofu, which mostly are one-sided initiations from you.

Actually, it's not that bad if you are someone who thinks too much about what others think, because the view outside somewhat entertains you in this silence.

As dusk creeps in, the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows through the window of the restaurant managed by the tofu factory. A tofu dish is nibbled on, fitting the day’s theme.

Across the table, a white-haired man sits silently, his eyes fixed ahead. Glancing at his teeth, you notice something off but choose to remain silent. After all, it is your first meeting, and his name still remains a mystery.

Lost in thought, thinking about how today went and how the future will unfold, all that is interrupted by a sudden cough from your date. What did he eat? Is the food that bad? Observing where his hand is and what he is scooping, tofu buchimgae? You come to the conclusion that the glint in his teeth indeed means something.

Without waiting any longer, you call the nearest waiter to bring water. Glancing at him occasionally, you hesitate on what to say, as the waiter promptly hands over the water. More or less, your face and the employee's are both worried.

Should you apologize? Apologize for accidentally ordering food that you shouldn't have eaten? Of course, this is not something you expected. But it does not lessen your guilt.

Your mind drifts to James, silently cursing the redhead. He must be involved somehow, you muse. If it were you, you’d have known by now. Imagining his smug smile when he knew you made a stranger choke on the date.

This frustration bubbles beneath the surface, adding to the tension at the table because the cough of the man across you is getting worse. Oh my God, James, what are you doing with this handsome man! your thoughts echo, pulling your hair inward in frustration.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know you...." your soul floats away from your body as he stares sharply at you from across the table. (Unbeknownst to you, James, staying at his hotel, senses your silent exasperation.)

The weight of unspoken words hangs heavily between you and the stranger. Do you have to do or say something? It feels like you've just committed the most heinous crime that humanity can think of.

Breaking the silence, you lean forward slightly and inquire, “Hey, how’s the food?” Your question mirrors the earlier inquiries you made at other factories, making the atmosphere feel repetitive and stifling.

A sigh escapes his lips, feeling trapped in a loop of meaningless small talk. “It’s fine,” he replies gracefully, picking up another bite of the safer menu item he is eating. Whether he genuinely means it or is simply avoiding deeper conversation remains unclear, leaving you yearning for a more substantial connection.

Attempting to steer the conversation to safer ground, you remark, "Let's forget what has happened, okay? Whether it's five minutes ago or five years ago, this silence and guilt are killing you." “The day is getting dark. Have you found the one you think is best?” Leaning on your hand, you wish to spark a more engaging dialogue.

“The third one,” comes his terse answer. His brief response only deepens your confusion, and the silence grows heavier as you struggle to find common ground.

Undeterred, you venture further, “I think the second one is better—larger and softer tofu. What do you think?” Hoping for more engagement, you seek a sign of interest or at least a shared opinion.

After taking a bite, he sets his spoon aside and asks, “To be truthful, what do you want to hear?” His question catches you off guard, marking the first time he has initiated a query since you agreed to the date. You at least hope this date will end calmly, even though all day the impression you got is bland and, you don't know, maybe it's because you're strangers and you're forcing your luck?

Frozen momentarily, uncertainty clouds your response. “It’s okay, I guess. From today, I come to the conclusion that you’re not the type who likes to talk,” you reply softly, disappointment evident. You wonder who you would report this sadness to.

“Are you finished?” he inquires, prompting a nod from you. Disappointment washes over you as you wonder if your time together has been a waste. Despite him paying for everything and even driving you out while you wait for a taxi, the connection feels lacking.

Silence envelops once more, thick with unspoken thoughts. A glance at his vibrating phone precedes his return to the street outside. Deciding to break the tension, you speak up, “Hey, sorry for dragging you all day and forcing myself on you. Thank you for sticking with me.” You glance out of the corner of your eye. What expression is he making?

Meeting your gaze, he responds with no signs of confusion, annoyance, or even accusation. Maybe all this is just a formality, “It’s not a problem. I got what I wanted, so being dragged by you isn’t entirely negative. But I wonder about your motives, besides claiming to know me.”

You think the answer is simple, the answer everyone would think of when they first see him. “Because you’re handsome,” escapes your lips before you can retract them.

His expression remains unreadable. Curse it, you are too used to complimenting someone without thinking, but when your counterpart is him who doesn't react at all, making you think of various possibilities, you are not sure some are starting to be relevant. “Have girls never approached you on the street for your looks?” you press, hoping for a reaction.

Still no response. “Don’t stay silent! You’re making me feel awkward… But actually, I need it to cook,” you add, attempting to shift the conversation once more. That is somewhat half a lie because you don't need it right now either. At most, you know it will last for a few days until your beloved little brother reminds you.

Curiosity flickers in his eyes as he asks, “You cook?”

“Yeah, I’m planning a tofu menu tomorrow. My little brother keeps craving it, though I can’t figure out why. Maybe it’s because he’s growing?” You hope to lighten the mood, but he remains stoic.

“Yeah, I can cook various things. I even have a YouTube channel with five million subscribers. We should go on a cooking date sometime. I can satisfy your appetite better than the restaurant earlier,” you continue, a slight change in his demeanor noticeable.

A slight smile tugs at his lips as he snorts, “Sure. I believe that.” You interpret this reaction indirectly as if he rolled his eyes.

“Your face says otherwise. Are you mocking me? Really unusual,” you mutter, suppressing it because of being upset after being ridiculed by someone who looks impossible to joke with, feeling both embarrassed about his response.

"If that's the way you see it, then so be it," he replies, returning his gaze to the street, signaling the end of the conversation.

Another silence. You feel somewhat relieved because this time it is not suffocating like before, and it feels like the daytime confidence, which was quite crazy to invite a man you know is dangerous, has returned. Time to test your luck again. “Can we go on another date next time? Maybe you could ask me out.”

After considering your request for a moment, he chuckles. My goodness, you are grateful you didn’t look away, forget to blink, and your breath is held as you see his sharp teeth, smiling beneath the stoic face that accompanied you all day.

No way, this is bad, your face flushes. You almost think that one day this man would want to do something bad to you and give that smile. You are not sure you can fight back even to speak.

Resisting not to gape too obviously, you rage inwardly for a fraction of a second. He responds, “If you’re willing, I’ll choose Sea Life Busan Aquarium for our next meeting. And hopefully, you’ll tell me more about yourself.”

Of course, you are willing to spend more time with him, even though you would be bitten by that set of shining metal teeth. Who are you to refuse handsomeness? Well... sometimes you have to remind yourself to restrain before everything gets messed up.

“That’s great! Here’s my contact,” you say, reaching into your pouch.

“You have something like this?” A thin smile still lingers at the corner of his lips as you hand him your contact card, with slightly raised eyebrows.

“Of course I do. I have a job,” you reply, a hint of pride in your voice.

Blinking in confusion, as if you just saw something inexplicable, he slowly pulls something from his pocket. “That's not what I mean... but if that’s the case, this is mine.”

Stepping slightly back, you hold back, “Wait! Give this after our next meeting—please you can contact me first.” You twist your fingers, thinking of the handsome man whose name you will know on the next date, plus he will contact you first. Isn't that great?

“I understand,” he says, and a taxi passes by, its lights reflecting in his eyes.

Opening the door, you wave goodbye. “Thanks for today. I’m looking forward to the next time. Good night.”

“Good night,” he replies simply before watching your taxi disappear into the night.

Alternative Pathways

Written from the latest chapter (537). Lmao, he is so wild haha wiping a bloody knife on Jay's suit? That's a different level of insult, you know.

After a ruined dinner, it also destroys your self-confidence, and somehow this white-haired man still faithfully stays by your side while you wait for a taxi. Anyway, the anxiety clutching your heart is unbearable, and impulsively you call someone in your contacts.

No need for much awareness, something shiny from the streetlamp light on your neck, and a hand holds you, pressing the call button, threatening without speaking as you look up to find a smile that presents all forms of cunning among sharp teeth after a day of just a face without an expression that was hard to read.

"I think I have indeed seen you somewhere. Quite far back in the days that made me the person I am today. Don't you agree?" His face approaches, his white hair tickling your cheek. Still flaunting his sharp teeth, the reflection of his light almost makes you nervously blink.

But you have often been in a similar position. Sharp objects, small knives, maybe the one he picked up from your dinner, cornered, and he presses deeper into your neck, the sensation of the cold object suddenly stuck making your goosebumps stand up.

Added with his ominous smile, you surrender to the hold and sigh in resignation.

Regaining your composure, "You are not wrong, but I am still a messenger compared to anything." You raise your free hand, bringing it to his strand of hair, stroking the base, up to near his face. "It's just a pity if we end with bad blood, while I was expecting the next date from your side."

"Then why not tell what's stored in that pretty head first and then decide what happens next." Unwavering, he is not affected when you twirl with his hair.

However, this is a good response; his knife does not press deeper. You continue, "hm, maybe the idea of continuing tonight will sound good if you want to hear more from me." Without the burden of worries, you tuck his white hair, softly behind his ear and slowly pull his face closer to you.

Closer than he expects, your breaths mingle in the air. "How about it? I'm afraid this will be our last meeting."

And that's the rest of your night. You agree to spend more time. Whether something else happens or after that you kiss or whatever, then talk about things or vice versa, all that, the author leaves it to the reader's imagination.

[dailydoseoffanfics]

pressure spoilers btw quick heads up

is there like human sebastian solace x reader fics out there i already found some in this website and a03 but ngl i want more of it (but i understand why there's a lack of it 💀 there's barely any information of his human years other than he was accused of murdering 9 people lmao) (and yes i know he's canonically married to zerum but I DON'T GIVE A SHITE 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 /silly)

[writingatdusk]

I came back on here just say one thing:

The Edge of Sleep is on Prime Video right now!

I repeat: The Edge of Sleep is available on Prime Video right now!

Go watch it like your life depends on it- or just causally have it on in the background will work, too.

[darkcomets]

My farmer, Clover! (Please ignore the drawings, I promise I can do better 😭)

Infodump timeeeee

She’s an energetic and cheerful 19-year-old who is just trying to get by. Clover tends to be a bit over energetic at times though, with pretty exaggerated emotions. A little crazy and deranged at times, but she’s getting better, promise. Even with her name being ‘Clover’, she’s not exactly the luckiest person out there. Clover grew up with her mother, who more or less, basically ignored her most of the time. So she had a lot of freedom as a kid, and often got into scrapes and bits of trouble. She was always an enthusiastic kid, but was often too hyper for the other children to handle. She often stayed at her grandfather’s when her mother was out of the country for business. And she adored listening to her grandfather’s stories of his life working on the farm. She admired him, but her mother often told her that it wasn’t good work for someone like her. When her mother had to move out of the country, she didn’t take Clover with her, so she ended up being adopted by a man who she came to accept as her father. After that, she had a relatively normal childhood and teenage hood with some small disasters and dramas. After finishing school, she had went immediately into a job at Joja after finishing school to start quickly making money. Unfortunately, it was absolutely not for her. She despises the place and company with a burning passion for basically burning her out within a year. Clover moved to Pelican Town in hopes of continuing the life her grandfather had left behind for her, heart filled with dreams and determination. She struggled a lot at first, but after time, she worked things out. And here we are now…

I have drawn this idiot way too much.

[hizznbyte]

DOOO NOOOOT FEARRR!!

i am alive :) and well. and fine -I think maybe I’m not too sure about that last part- BUT I AM NOT DEAD!! YET!!! not yet maybe next time

I had my all my devices taken away [I think most of us know who and why 7_7] so I’ve been inactive for what? nearly a whole week? Yeesh.. but I’m still alive sorry to make you all worried ^_^’’ I didn’t have time to tell anyone what happened or where I went. I don’t even know if I’m supposed to be online rn but idc

Sorry to scare you all like that I really hate doing that it’s just. Thing is. Like unrelated to the whole having my phone banned thing:

I’ve just been so unhappy. I don’t know why and it makes me so insufferable and annoying when I’m like this but Im just not happy anymore. I hate when my brain makes up problems I can’t cope with properly and I just have to endure it alone. Sucks. And I feel so sick and gross when I’m unhappy idk I feel like giving up and just deactivating but I’d only be hurting the people that care about me. If there are any. I dunno.

But I’m still here I guess. I’m sorry.

Much love !! Your Captain, Neri/Osman

[esteemed-excellency]

@eddie-dearest I had to add your tags because that's exactly what I asked myself when I started thinking about the character. I didn't plan a backstory or characterisation, I started playing because the alternative history concept of the game seemed intriguing and I wanted to explore what it had to offer in terms of writing. I played a lot of storylines just to see how the plot would proceed and I was immediately hooked by the mystery (this was around 2013). Hiram's characterisation is mainly based on the choices I made in game, and he turned out to be quite a mess, but in a fun chaotic way.

The rest of the post is under the cut because it got a little long.

After some years I started thinking about what kind of character would have made those choices and I elaborated a first concept for an oc, but I never thought that much about it. Around 2017 I deleted my old mail, completely forgetting it was linked to my game account so I had to start everything again, which was kind of a relief given all the new game dynamics that were added to the early game, and this time I had the character ready. I got some of my friends into the game too and we made a group chat (The Paramount Polycule started as the chat name lol) and that was the starting point for headcanons and characterisation development.

I love history and the 19th century is particularly interesting to me in terms of societal changes, a hyphen between the ancient regime and the contemporary 20th century ideologies (with all the good and bad implications that this entails), and technological advances. The process of change and how people react and adapt to it is what really intrigues me, and it's what got me into the game in the first place, and what prompted the background for the character. Hiram is fascinated by change and he loves to keep up with the times, I don't think he ever felt left behind by history. If he feels there's something he can't understand he dives head first into it until he figures it out. He approaches challenges like puzzles or games and he's still capable of wonder, even after a good dose of corruption arc.

Speaking of corruption arcs, I'm a tragedy enjoyer, other than a chaotic shenanigans appreciator, and I like when the narrative borders on horror. Gothic fiction with its specific motifs is one of my favourite genres, and another reason I started playing the game. I especially appreciate the theme of a place being haunted by itself and its history and/or moving through history haunted by what it was/what it is/what it could be, so you can see why Fallen London is so compelling to me. I also like themes of faustian bargains and that's why my character is Like That.

In terms of general vibes and aesthetic I love late 19th and early 20th century fashion, and I wanted Hiram to have the look of some actor from the 20s/30s interpreting a late 19th century character as an excuse to mix up multiple decades of fashion. The devils are anachronistic and fashion in Fallen London is so interesting to speculate. Pre code Hollywood and and pre nazi european cinema have the perfect aesthetic for me, and I got particularly inspired by the drama of austrian operetta films, hence the Anton Walbrook and Ronal Colman faceclaims. On a more personal note, I just projected some gender as I always do when I design a character. I like earlier 19th century fashion too, and that's why I made him so dandyish.

To end the post, here's a non-comprehensive list of medias that inspired Hiram's vibes and aesthetic:

the general concept of penny dreadfuls

À Rebours by Joris-Karl Huysmans: not the protagonist, but the circling pointlessness of the plot, the aesthetic of the house, and the spiralling

whatever happens when you mix the late wave of english Romanticism with the Decadent movement

Doctor Faustus by Thomas Marlowe: that's like, thee bluebrint, and Hiram appreciates the irony

Tales from the Vienna Woods by Johann Strauss II

Delirium Waltz by Josef Strauss

Enemies to Lovers by Joshua Kyan Aalampour

Mr. Malum by The Dear Hunter: mandatory dramatic song, this is Hiram's playlist if anyone wants more music

Maskerade (1933): main faceclaim movie, the promo pics with Paula Wessely and Anton Walbrook dancing are inspo for the Quiet Deviless and Hiram (plot is extremely melodramatic if anyone is interested)

Gaslight (1940) and The Red Shoes (1948): Anton Walbrook goes insane with expressions

The Devil to Pay (1930): Ronald Colman is the other faceclaim actor, he has a funny dog in this movies, inspo for Sugarplum

The man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo (1935): just the general fancy vibes, a suitcase full of money, and the iconic moustache look

[coffeeastronaut]

the shitscript is in fact a a a shitscript but crowley and aziraphale's 6000 years of crowley cheating at checkers every time and aziraphale never wins is seriously so insanely funny. like.

aziraphale is not at all stupid, let alone enough for crowley's literal "whats that outside!!!! [snatches his pieces]" but the fact that he KNOWS hes been cheating this whole time and has been LETTING him is so fucking funny.

not for the reason the script gives (something something its aziraphale's lame moral lesson that even he knows is stupid, but only after an 11 year old points it out to him) but for the reason ive invented in my mind, which is that this is yet another example of their looserman weirdo foreplay

[oh-gh0st]

[intotheelliwoods]

I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS <- I am not normal about this.

WAILS. THIS IS SO SWEET. This is so sweet. god. GOD. WHY DID YOU CAPTION IT THAT OUUGGHHHH. They look so comfy.. and juat the fact they are comfy WITH ONE ARM, GETS ME. Off I go to scream at you in discord <3

The last night.

@elliwoods

[quarterlifekitty]

So I saw this lovely post and was like hey. I am a non confrontational bitch. What if reader was really looking forward to a Valentine’s Day with Simon, and was gutted that he forgot, but tried to suck it up?

Like, I imagine he would notice that you seemed a little bit blue for a bit, but again, he’s new to relationships— he doesn’t want to press on something you’re not ready to share. That’s how he would want to be treated, he hates being prodded, so he keeps his distance, because he doesn’t know what kind of love you need yet. You’re speaking different languages.

It’s not till weeks later— Gaz mentions using a couples spa voucher over his next leave that he got for his girl for valentines. Hey, Ghost, you met yours in December, right? What did you get her for Valentine’s Day?

The stunned silence speaks volumes.

He connects the dots to your low mood at that time. He tries really desperately to think of something to make up for it. Something he can get. But they’re all quick and dirty solutions. He doesn’t want to lie— and it’d be obvious he was only getting something because he felt bad. So he decides to just talk, loathe as he is to do so.

“I missed Valentine’s Day.”

“Yes, you did. But it’s just another day, I guess.” Spoken like someone convincing themselves, not their conversation partner.

“And that’s why you seemed… down.”

“I won’t lie. It made me a little sad… But really, it’s fine. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is if it upset you. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, if it wasn’t a day that mattered to you… I didn’t want to seem childish. I didn’t want to force you to play along with all of the cards and hearts and things. I was silly to get upset, I know—“

Feeling provoked by the prospect of being high maintenance, you shove down your feelings and needs until they barely take up any space at all. That’s how it goes.

“S’not silly. If it’s important to you, s’important to me. Don’t want you to change jus’ cause you think it’ll make my life easier. When I told you I wanted you, I meant I wanted the whole lot.”

He knows he can’t buy back the 14th. But what’s the thing a girl who loves you wants most in the world? As a child, he found out from discarded magazines that it was something everyone claimed to have the answer to, but didn’t.

She wants a piece of you that no one else in the world has.

He gives you that in the form of his first set of dog tags. The pieces of tin on ball chain that changed his life and how he saw the world forever. His full legal name punched clear, before he’d learned to hide it along with his face. One of the last relics of a Simon that stopped existing before he turned 20.

You keep them wrapped in your fist like a rosary while you sleep every time he goes on leave.

[angelltheninth]

You and another writer motivated me to continue watching Invincible- I just finished season 2 last night and I forgot how much Mark suffers yet he still keeps his heart of gold, which just makes him more attractive to me.

Seeing all the tragedies Mark goes through makes me want to love up on him and console him, and tell him he’s doing his best. Can you write something like that for him? With comfort sex please 👉🏻👈🏻

I'm so glad that my writing got you into the show. It's so good, and it makes you cry at the same time

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, comfort sex, nipple sucking, self-hatred, gentle sex, crying, hurt/comfort, slight breeding kink

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A/N: Mark goes through so much, that is so true. He needs therapy.

The one pushing for the two of you to hurry up and get naked is Mark

However the only reason he's being pushy is because he is so desperate to feel something other than the pain and grief he's constantly been hit with

All the while you're whispering soft words into his ear, cradling his head in your hands as you bring his lips back to yours to stop his tirade of self-loathing words

It can only be for a while but you swear that you will take his mind off the things that bother him so much that he can hardly sleep

Neither of you can turn back time and do things differently but you have the here and the now, and right now you want to show him how much you love him and want him

Your hands are slow, gentle, taking time to take his clothes off, paying attention to every scar he's gotten, older and new ones

Mark shivers when you pull him close and press your bodies together, your legs around his hips, his hands trembling across your thighs and ass as he floats you down on the bed

Usually he's pretty chatty during sex, but now he just can't seem to tell you anything but how he wishes he was better, stronger, worthy of loving you as much as you love him

He sucks desperately on your neck, his tongue licking against your pulsepoint

As he pushes his aching cock inside of you his whole body is shaking with nerves and energy he's been holding within, the stress, the lust

Earning a moan of approval from you he picks up the pace, not really caring if he breaks the bed at this point

Desperate for his mouth on you he takes one nipple and tugs lightly, eliciting the sweetest sound of pleasure

Barely any space is left between your bodies

Fingers intertwined with each other and your pussy tight, massaging his pulsing cock, it feels like those are the only things that are keeping him grounded, from spiraling

Judging by how Mark is looking up at you and by how hard his hips are snapping against yours you can all but hear him asking you if it's okay to come inside of you

Even on the best of days he's shy to ask you that question

Not that he doesn't want to do it, but now, with so many things happening, it's riskier if you should become pregnant

To hell with the what ifs, you love him and he loves you, so you give him a nod, you tell him, whisper a yes into the tense silence between you

Whimpering as he pistons his hips against yours tears spill down his cheeks, all of his emotions hitting him at once

You lean the both of you on the side and hold him while he keeps pumping thick ropes of cum inside of you, vowing to get stronger, to never let anyone hurt you, hurt him, hurt anyone he cares about ever again

[andraxicated]

Absolute Threshold

Pairing: Sylus x f! reader

Synopsis: Sylus shows you how grateful he is that you'll carry his child

tags: nsfw | in this house we crave baby daddy! sylus | p in v | oral sex | pregnancy | dirty talk | every filthy shit my cooch can think of | nicknames | non-accurate pregnancy sex cause idk i'm not pregnant |

a/n: i came back from the dead pt. 500 and i totally forgot how to write.

inspired by the manhwa of the same name

Sylus—this man—never fails to give your heart somersaults in a bad way. The first one was when you thought you killed him by being forced to pull the damned trigger, and you thought his blood was on your hands now. The second one was being in the presence of meetings gone wrong where you swore he would've killed everyone in that room if you weren't there. And you can't seem to find a third one because it goes on and on. Living life with Sylus has put you on edge, and sleeping with him made the anxiety grow ten times bigger.

Especially when said man's baby is growing inside you.

You pace around the room, wearing nothing but his shirt and a panty just because it's comfy. Yet you know better than to let him catch you like that because you won't be leaving the bed 'til morning. You groan, clutching the pregnancy test and hospital results in your hand, wishing they would somehow disappear or just be a prank the twins did.

The door opens to reveal Sylus, just as expected, but with blood all over his body. The stench of blood hits you, and you fight back the urge to hurl at the wrong moment. You dash to his figure and shakily approach him, not knowing what to do but to stand uselessly as his scars slowly disappear and his wounds regenerate.

"Oh, you're here," he says as if he didn't know you came.

"Sylus. What happened?" you ask, your voice hoarse as tension dissipates from your shoulders. He rolls his shoulders and heads over to the bed, plopping down with his arms behind him. He smirks as his gaze scans over your figure, and you find yourself using your arms to hide your lower body. Sylus pulls you to him as he lays you down, adjusting your positions so your back faces his chest. 

“Just another day of being the leader of Onychinus,” he says as his finger plays with the band of your underwear. You prepare yourself for the onslaught of his fingers on your pussy, but he suddenly moves upward to grip your breasts under your shirt—his shirt. 

He inhales and sniffs at your neck, engraving your scent in his mind as he grinds on your ass from behind. You were about to lose yourself in his touch until you remembered what you came here for. 

“Sylus wait!” You sit up and fix yourself; the man behind you starts doing the same as confusion settles on his face. You turn and hold his hand, gulping down every nervousness that threatens to take over your mind. You knew you needed to spit everything out and rip it like a band aid before you spiraled with anxiety. 

Sylus waits for you to speak, but it's clear that his patience is running thin. He tsks “What is it now that you have to hold my hand? Were you that lonely when I left?”

You look at him and take a deep breath, trying your best to push everything out, and say, “Sylus, I'm pregnant.”

His stare blanks with silence, and suddenly he pulls you into his arms, his long limbs covering you completely as he gently pats your head. Something about his comforting touches brings you to tears. He pulls back to wipe at your face, kissing the tears away and showing his soft side that's only for you. 

“Do you want this?” He asks the important question with furrowed brows. And when you said “yes,"  that was the moment he allowed himself to be happy and break a small smile.

He shows his gratitude by whispering sugary words to your ears, kissing down your neck as he continues his earlier ministrations to your breast. He plays them softly in his large palms, making sure not to go too hard on your sensitive peaks. He growls as he imagines them growing throughout your pregnancy, hard on rising from the thought of your already perfect body undergoing changes. He thinks it isn't so bad after all.

“Sylus! Mmmh!” He swallows down your moans with his lips, hungrily devouring you. He feels like he can't get enough of you—a prize for all the shitty things he had to go through in this life. Even better that you came to bear the fruits of his cum releasing inside you.

He pulls away to give you a reprieve as you suck in all the air you can. Sylus’ crimson eyes were feral as he took in your pretty face. You looked like a debauched goddess, and he intended to make it a sight every day. 

“Sit on my face, kitten,” he commands with a gruff voice, and you snap your head in shock. Mouth open, unable to take in what he had said. You were taking too long to act, so Sylus decided to pull you on top of him, positioning you to slide off your underwear completely and baring your beautiful cunt for him to look up to. It was so lewd compared to the things you've done, causing you to clench at nothing, and you swore his eyes gleamed dangerously if he did catch it.

“Spread your legs more,” he says, and without warning, pushes your body on him to latch his tongue on your hole, his nose catching on your clit causing you to squirm in his hold and clench on the muscle flicking inside. Sylus felt you were tense, so he had to pull away and slap your pussy, giving jolts of pleasure as his words went from one ear to another.

“Relax and let me eat your pussy. You need to get stretched open.” He continues kitten licks outside the hole, stretching it open to make way for his tongue to taste your essence. 

You feel him deeply buried, his face lewdly pressed against your pussy; the feeling of putting weight on his face has you heating up in embarrassing pleasure. “No more! Nghh-stop!” 

“You say that but you keep grinding your pussy to my face.” He trails sloppy kisses into your hole like the menace he is to prove a point. “It’s like you're in denial that you get off on this.” 

"No, 'm not!” You whine, and Sylus just chuckles deep within your pussy, sending vibrations down your spine to which you arch. He flattens his tongue to lick two long stripes before french kissing your tight hole, pushing in two fingers as a surprise and to play with your clit. Your legs shake as you grip his hair, using his face like a toy to chase your high. His nose repeatedly bumps in you, a toe-curling addition to the pleasure building up.

You went jaw-slacked back arched as you cum on his mouth, Sylus enjoying the clean-up of the mess you made. His tongue was a little less wild as he left butterfly kisses on his favorite part of you.

He wipes his chin with the back of his hand before letting you off and settling you down gently on the bed. Sylus smirks with his glistening face, shining with the juice that came out of you. He taps his crotch and raises a brow. “Do you want to suck me off?” You nod, and he pulls you in for a quick kiss, his fingers threading once through your hair like a master to his kitten. “Good girl, I knew you would say that." Then he presses the leaking cockhead to your lips, the mere action sending sparks throughout your body at how lewd your position was. 

He could see your ass up trembling due to your weakening legs as you started taking him in your mouth. The stretch was quite uncomfortable due to his large size, but the delicious feeling of his heavy member was enough to keep your head going. You direct your eye upwards at Sylus while making slow strokes, trying your best to fuel the expressions he was making. He had his sight locked on you, eyebrows together in pleasure,  making sure to take a mental picture of your lip circled on his cock and your ass up in the air.

'Fuck!” He groans and throws his head back, hissing as you try to take him all in and make yourself choke on his dick. Sylus wanted to push your head towards him and fuck your mouth roughly just as he used to, but he knows you’re in a delicate condition that requires less manhandling. So he resorts to light thrusts to help you take him in, making you tear up a little than full on sobbing with muffled cries on his cock.

Sylus could feel his high coming, so he pulled you away as you gasped for air and coughed. You engage in a messy kiss, spit stretching between you as he suddenly positions you above his raging member. It was red and angry, very eager to cum inside the pussy it belonged to.

“W-wait! I’m not sure-Hahhh!” You scream as his thickness penetrates your small hole before stretching out your walls. Your arms lay limp behind his shoulder as he holds your hips and starts to thrust upward to meet your spot. Your earlier wetness creates squelching sounds against his upper thigh, a reminder of the pace he set in destroying your pussy. 

“B-be careful!” You whine, trying to match his pace in going down on him, but he was far too vigorous in his actions that all you can do is moan prettily and take his cock. The girth and the veins graze on your wet walls as Sylus takes in a tit from your mouth, sucking like he’d get milk from it. You couldn’t help but comply with his whims, pushing his mouth further into you as you let him indulge and switch between the two mounds. He licks the sensitive buds and sucks lightly, finishing off with butterfly kisses that have you tightening in response. 

“Need to stretch you out for our baby.” He pants, pistoning his mushroom tip in a spot that makes your legs shake and your body keel over. “You can take it like a good kitten.” Sylus’ thrusts repeatedly hit your gspot, driving you to the edge every time you jolt upwards from the force. His dick slips out from the continuous ramming, and you whine, making an effort to grab the length and put it back inside before he does. 

“Daddy, please movee” You moan as he breaches your entrance once more, and Sylus lets out a breathy laugh as he watches your pathetic attempt to get filled. 

“You love cock that much?” He glances down at where he meets you and sees the way his dick disappears to make a bulge on your lower abdomen. His crimson eyes glow dangerously as he puts in more power in working you open, balls hitting your soft ass as you start to chase your high by synchronizing with him.

“Mhmhm! Only yours~Ah~” You slur over your words in a cockdrunk haze, trying your best to ride him despite the obvious exhaustion in your bones. You feel like passing out, but you fight to stay awake just to feel the warm seed that knocked you up in the first place. You just love Sylus’ cum too much, love how he only does it for you.

“That’s my girl. Letting me fuck her and cum inside raw just because she loves my cock,” he says in a low voice, his pace going fast as you tremble in his arms. Sylus could feel the release building up, ready to shoot his load into you. 

“That’s why you got pregnant.” He whispers, grabs the back of your head softly, and exchanges a small moment of eye contact before your lips gravitate towards one another. Teeth clash against tongues, and you feel yourself squeeze against his hard shaft. A few more seconds of hitting the sweet spot, and you pull away to prolong a moan with your mouth agape. 

“Hahhhh! S-so good~” 

Sylus growls loudly from the clenching of your walls as you savor your orgasm. Your breathing was light, and all your muscles relaxed as you coated him in your sticky release. You just let Sylus do his thing, fucking up into you with his fat cock as your head lays on his shoulder, your mind cloudy from his nonstop onslaught. When you caught sight of his sweaty face, it was very clear that he was starting to struggle because of his impending orgasm. 

Your hand suddenly went to his neck, squeezing a little just to see his face when he cums with your hand on his. Then, as his hips faltered to still, you whispered "cum" just as Sylus let out a guttural moan with his head thrown back and eyes closed. You let go of the pressure on his neck and flinched at his warm cum filling you up and dribbling down between your thighs. He thrusts softly at the last of its spurts, making sure you’re all plugged up with cum before kissing you and exchanging saliva. 

Between those kisses were giggles that came from your lips, and Sylus couldn’t help but mirror the smile on your face. He spanks your ass playfully before making you look up to him. “Who told you that you could touch my neck? You’re being a very bad kitty.”

“This bad kitty has to carry a child for nine months. You’ll live if I choke you a little.” You jest before giving him a peck and resting in his arms. His hand goes to your tummy and rubs it as exhaustion lulls you to sleep. 

[void-occupation]

You know those "I am not a robot" tests that some websites require? Well the autobots sure didn't. Ratchet is the first to find out. He's just doing some regular every-day stuff on the monitor (definitely not googling something one of the kids said because he didn't understand it even a little bit, shut up Miko), and suddenly this page full of jibberish pops up along with the little, "I'm not a robot" box. Naturally, Ratchet masks his confusion with pure rage, because how is he supposed to use this garbage earth technology when every resource requires him to copy down a word that isn't even there because it's literally just scribbles?????? After he learns what it is, he'll just angrily ask Raf to fill it in for him, though he is considerably insulted that this stupid little test works on beings as advanced as Cybertronians.

When Optimus first sees the test, he just freezes in complete confusion. He's completely bluescreened. The monitor told him to pick all of the pictures with the bicycles. He did that. How was he wrong. The screen told him to pick two items that are the same shape, but he is literally trembling, about to shut down like a microsoft computer because none of them are the same shape. How can they be the same shape if they're different colors aND DIFFERENT FUCKING SIZES-

Everyone looks at him in confusion when a static-electricity-like sound emanates from his head, and then he just slowly slumps to the ground because the confusion made his processor glitch, and the kids could practically hear the windows shutdown music as he just dropped to the floor. (This isn't the first or last time this has happened. This is the reason he doesn't try to understand the more confusing gen-z memes. If you've ever seen videos from Orion Zax on youtube, think the oven joke video, and that's literally just this. If you haven't, look it up, it's great)

You know a funny thing to think about is if cybertronians have some like, goofy ass software/hardware limitations.

Like those clothes designed to confuse ai image recognition, would they just not be able to comprehend what they're looking at like some eldrich monstrosity?

Or I've seen videos where someone is speaking polish but it's pronounced like it's english and I'm just imagining that shit messing with their translation software.

Would their vision bug out if they're near something radioactive like a camera would?

Feel free to add onto this if anyone has more thoughts.

[tastesousweet]

⭒ blurb : the fever

bf!hamzah x poc!reader

summary : blurb based on this request!!!! or hamzah takes care of reader while she's sick

mickey speaks : i hope u enjoyyyy, more of my hamzah works can be found here <3 also i’m updating my tag list so pls lmk if you’d liked to be tagged in any fics in the future

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there's no worse way to start your morning than in a pool of your own sweat and reading a thermometer displaying 101.2°F.

without any strength to attempt to leave your bed and no appetite to drive you to perseverance, you're left slumped lazily against your hot pillow.

just as your blinks begin to slow and your eyes droop low, an irritating sequence of vibrations beam from your phone. you pinch your eyes and let out a slightly dramatic but definitely necessary whine that turns into a groan as you stretch your arms far above your head.

you take your time, hoping whoever is waiting on the other line takes the hint by the forth ring that you’re busy drowning in your misery. you open your eyes just a peek before the ringing completely stops.

a relieved sigh comes over you as you lift your plush comforter over your head in hopes of reducing any natural light your windows allow to shine into your cluttered room.

it rings once more.

“fuck!” you let a blip of rage slip out in a seething tone, kicking your feet against your mattress harshly (an immature way of expressing yourself which makes you feel fifteen again; annoyed by your old obnoxious alarm clock).

you pull the oversized covers from your face and lean over to fiddle and grab your phone from its charging dock on your jagged, wooden night stand.

your tight expression is slightly shattered when you see the large text and tiny image in the corner of the facetime call displaying your boyfriend’s name and face.

you swipe to answer, falling back onto your pillow and covering your torso with the comforter once more (after having stripped of any clothing throughout the sleepless night).

your pouty face goes to the corner of the call as hamzah displays largely across your screen. he’s set his phone on top of his dashboard, still focused on actively driving when you answer.

“heyy, whatcha’ doing? haven’t responded to my texts at all, i was gettin’ worried..” his tongue plays with the gum in his mouth, popping multiple tiny bubbles at once.

your voice gives an unexpected voice crack, “i’m doing terrible,” hamzah’s a bit thrown off by your response but you don’t acknowledge his facial expression, instead you rub your eyes, “where are you going?”

“what happened?!” he arrives at a red light and looks at you while he’s stopped, “did you not sleep well? i was on my way to get you- thought we were playin’ pickleball today with martin and mandy.”

“eughhhh, i totally forgot about that- i’ll have to text and tell them i can’t anymore i’m like dyinggg, h. my temperature’s over 100.” you sniffle and groan.

“nah, don’t worry about that i’ll tell ‘em we can’t make it. you just stay put and i’ll be over in like- just a sec, okay?” he keeps glancing over to look at you which you appreciate, though you prefer for him to pay attention- but you don’t necessarily feel like getting into a back in forth with him over his driving habits right now.

“m’kayyyy you’re the best, love you.” you thank him gently, blowing a kiss towards the camera.

“mmm i like hearing that. you’re my favorite.” he smiles to himself, “yeah, um, i’ll see you in a bit- maybe try and get some sleep though, girl?”

“i’ll try,” you whisper.

“okay, be right there, love you.”

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you’re not sure how long hamzah’s been at your side when you eventually wake up again to him sat next to you, looking through one of your many 2000s magazines.

you tap his knee silently, seemingly in a better mood after some well needed rest and the comfort of waking up in hamzah’s presence.

he displays a faux since of shock, “wow and she’s somehow even prettier when awake!”

you smile and slip your hand under your cheek as you lay and look at him, “hi, when’d you get here?”

he places your magazine down next to him, "got here maybe two hours ago? i stopped by a store and grabbed you some medicine to take and some other essentials like kitkats and iced tea- did you know hilary duff and lindsay lohan had hella back and forth beef??"

you nod, "duh, of course i do! and getting me snacks wowwww you're so perfect, huh?"

hamzah playfully shrugs his arms up and down, "a little somethin' like thattt, just for you."

you laugh but begin to cough uncontrollably, to which hamzah screws his face up in faux disgust; you stare, "thanks."

“nahh i’m playing,” he grabs one of your hands and kisses the back of it, “do you need me to do anything?”

“can you come brush my teeth with me?”

he nods immediately, standing up and picking your body (wrapped delicately in your covers) up and carrying you bridal-style into the bathroom down your skinny hallway.

on the way there you laugh again which leads to another coughing fit which you cover as much as you possibly can. hamzah teasingly stretches you away from him whining out an “eeuuuhhhh!!!” but you are quick to give him a glare that has him giggling and apologizing by curling you back into his broad chest smacking a few million kisses onto your cheek.

you push his face away in warning, “stop it you’re gonna get sick, stupid!!!!”

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hamzah stands between your legs as you sit on the counter and brush your teeth. he thinks you look like an angel- or maybe a tooth fairy with the suds elegantly surrounding your mouth. despite your runny nose, hot, clammy skin and sleepy eyes, the white comforter manages to compliment your complexion in the most beautiful of ways. the sight in front of him was weirdly so angelic… “so pretty…” he lets his thoughts trickle into the air.

you pause your movements and look up at him starting to grin before scooting to the side and spitting into the sink. he grins and decides to joke with you a bit, scratching the back of his neck and blowing a raspberry into the air next to him, “did i say pretty?? i meant so ….sickly??” he squints his eyes a little trying to figure out where exactly he’s going with this, “because you’ve come down with something…. bad.”

you roll your eyes and shake your head, “it sounds like you want to call me beautiful…” you bat your eyelashes as you quote him through a mouthful of toothpaste and an insane urge to laugh.

hamzah laughs for you and wipes his eyes exclaiming, “enough! let’s wrap this up.”

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hamzah made you take medicine and eat top ramen with him before you lay back down in bed. now you're lying up against your headboard watching reruns of sabrina the teenage witch with blankets curled up to your chin.

when hamzah finally comes back into your room he knocks twice before stepping into the space; he’s adorned with an arrangement of white tiger lilies in his hand and a small smile on his face.

you’re absolutely shocked, “what the fuck??? h, when’s you have time to get those?!” you prop yourself up and he hands them to you.

“i saw a little shop that was closing up when i was on my way back to my place just now; it’s cute you’d like it,” he moves to lay next to you.

“thank you,” you look at him lovingly, “for everything today; you treat me so well. how were the kitties doin’?”

“mhmm, they’re fine missin’ you though.” hamzah feels a since of pride from your words, taking the flowers from your hand and setting them on your nightstand (next to a roll of toilet paper you’ve used for your runny nose and a few empty water bottles). he turns back to you and brings his hand up to hold your face, “you’re so easy to treat well.” he leans closer to your face and your eyes shift down to his lips before you’re pulling away.

you playfully scoff and shake your head no, “nuh uh, i’m not getting you sick!”

“baby i’ve been around you all day and feel fine!! my immune system is the best there is, ‘promise.” he traces your lips with his thumb gently.

“you’re sooo…” you mumble the scold, turn on your side to move away from him.

he leans over you giggling, “amazing?” he kisses your cheek. “perfect?” another closer to your lips, “you’ve said them all before!” he sets a sweet kiss to your pouty lips before retreating back lie against the pillow next to you.

“i was gonna say needy but those work as well…” you grumble and smile to your self, “hold me?” you ask a bit louder, peeking over your shoulder to see hamzah drop his phone and immediately give you the attention you want from him, nuzzling you close and kissing your neck softly.

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a few weeks later via Out of Character on YouTube

martin: yeah, and you’ve been freaking sick the past week and a half! how was that?

hamzah: very whimsical and magical. i’m kidding obviously it sucks and y/n was actually the one to give it to me! i’m not blaming but i am.

martin: i think that’s the worst part about having a girlfriend like if she’s sick you’re gonna get sick too- mandy’s like a freaking warrior though she’s never sick. it’s actually really odd.

hamzah: it’s because she’s a nurse, i think

martin: actually dude?

hamzah: yeah i read about it (he’s lying)

[yunniestars]

peach mango pie 🥧

pairing: kinich x chef!reader tags: fluff, kinich is a bit grumpy here but we cool, based off that one tiktok i saw around 4 months ago but i forgot where it is now, implied insomnia, not proofread (i think i've never proofread my works help), the title is based on what i wanted to cook for a while already and i did (i'm actually eating it right now)

as a hunter, kinich usually suffices with just meat and berries he caught in the wild. he doesn't care about the quality as long as it is edible and it fills up his stomach (not too much though to avoid feeling too full). ajaw has complained multiple times about this but kinich reprimands him that they can't just slack off during a commission to cook a 5-course meal, much to the dragonlord's rage.

which is why when he met you, ajaw was ecstatic. you would always give so much treats to the point kinich reprimands you to not spoil ajaw too much.

jokes on him, though, kinich is guilty of being spoiled too. you always make sure he eats 3 meals a day while also checking if the food won't be a hindrance to him when he goes out for commissions. nevertheless, though, kinich is super grateful for your kindness.

so whenever kinich comes home after a long day, he would always await for whatever meal you had prepped up for dinner and hug you tiredly. in exchange, he does the dishes so you won't have to carry the burden of cooking the meals and doing the dishes.

kinich is thankful, he really is, but there's just one thing that concerns him.

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it's 3 am and kinich woke up from a bad dream. it was you leaving him for some fontaine boy, without even telling him the reason of why you broke up with him.

he was looking for your presence, about to panic because you weren't there, but then he started to smell something from the kitchen.

"oh god not again."

he immediately gets up and the moment he steps out the door, he sees you holding a tray of red velvet cookies. not only that, but he spots another tray which seems to be bagels stuffed with hotdogs.

you turn to see him looking at you with an expression that only you know that means "disbelief". he looks nonchalant, but really he's just ??? about why you're baking at 3 am AGAIN.

"good morning," you smile and take a bite off a cookie.

"why are you cooking at 3 am again? can't sleep?" he approaches you with slight worry. he's concerned about how you'd suddenly wake up at ungodly hours in the evening just to bake.

"mhm," you nod and let him embrace you. "and i was craving for the bagels we ate last week."

kinich sighs while ruffling your hair. "you couldn't wait till morning?"

"i felt the wayob telling me to do it now."

he chuckles and caresses your face, wiping the velvet crumbs off your face. "you probably misheard the wayob. you need to sleep, love."

you sigh and rest your head on his neck. "not tired..."

as you say that, kinich rolls his eyes because every time you say that, he ends up carrying you back to the bedroom while you sleep. which was what was happening right now, before he could even get the chance to tell you about it.

he sets your body gently on the bed, caressing your sleepy face and admiring how peaceful you look despite of the amount of desserts you baked just now.

kinich then sighs. that's another thing he has to worry about. where is he supposed to store the newly baked desserts when there's still 5 boxes from last time?

well, he'll just clean up for now and struggle it alone. what matters is that you're getting the amount of sleep you deserve right now.

"sleep well, my dearest."

[ written with love, yunniestars. ෆ ]

a/n: rahhh thanks for reading!! im really thankful for each time u guys read my work, it gives me lot of motiv hehe. one question though, how do u guys think kinich will say "love"? like the equivalent of "mon coeur?

[adoresia]

guys is my aura back yes or nah… im gonna say yes HYKTIPPED TYAYAYAYAYAYAAYAYDTWYAYSYFIWNS im giggling and smiling and jumping or whatever

hi fav dragon *peeking from behind the corner btw* i hope im not too late for this valentines event 🫴🏾🫴🏾🫴🏾🫴🏾

MY FAVOURITE BEEEEEEE ADORESIAAAAAAAAA 🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺

first things first i love u... crazy how we've known each other for only under a month??? thats crazy... it feels like way longer so when i was scrolling back i was like "huhhh??? did some get deleted?" CRAZYYYY!!! youre one of my first moots as well... sniff... i feel the tears coming 😢 lwk breaks my heart when i see youre active at ungodly hours... i shouldve been there or whatever 😕

you genuinely are just really cute. i feel like i mention this a lot but you are!!! seriously!!! i cant even explain it but whenever youre in my notifs i cant help but say it 🤭 i ghink its the bee vibes.. i wanna give u a hug and put you in my pocket and profect u from the world 🫂🫂 i get the vibes that ur not short but i can still dream </3

im even like reluctant to change my theme bc the idea lowkey came from you 😭 i always think "but its sia approved..." and now i havent had the urge to change it since. mayb like a lil, but that was only to make it better. I CANT LET GO!!! + the helpy gifs are actually so entertaining...

je t'aime, belle 😼(french rizz) <- so proud of myself because i spend a solid minute debating where rhe the the the the whatdoyoucallit... where ' goes... dont be surprised if i start spilling french compliments left and right because i am practicing 🫵 this is a threat.

roses for my favourite bee!