#i have a soft spot for these kinds of people

[evilbirdy]

Hii, could you do a fic of Se-mi with reader, who’s Thanos’ little sister and is the total opposite of her brother? Se-mi adores her, has a soft spot for her, trusts her and kind of feels bad for her, since she’s like calm and quiet with a chaotic brother 😭 also unlike her brother reader never takes drugs, smokes, etc. maybe headcanons or just a one-shot can be in or outside of Squid game au idrc

That you were right in front of me

now playing~ infrunami by steve lacy

Se-mi x fem!reader

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omg guys, my writing is becoming shirt, is this what writers block feels like 😭

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Thanos is an…interesting person, he captivates the room, gets all the girls, loves the attention.

You are the other hand are nothing like that, you are reserved, you have barely held hands with someone, and you hate being put out on the spot.

You both are the two sides of the same coin, the same but so different.

When Se-mi met you, she didn’t believe you were Thanos’s younger sister until she came over to your house. She felt so into you, you were smart, kind, sweet. You were very shy until you both had gotten closer than you let down a wall only for her.

Likewise, she has a little spot in her heart for you, she felt bad, you kinda had to take care of your older brother since your parents weren’t around and Thanos was drowning himself in drugs and alcohol.

That’s why you never partake in said activities, you hated watching your brother destroy himself slowly, you always scolded him as you made him a meal to help his hangovers or highs.

“Really Su-bong you downed three bottles of soju, wh-what would our parents say, huh?” Min-su and Nam-gyu was carrying him into the living room onto the couch, Se-mi stood next to you the whole time, as much as she loved seeing Thanos in such an embarrassing state, she didn’t like you being in distress.

Thanos tried to explain himself but you held your hand making him cut himself off, you walked into the kitchen with Se-mi following you.

“ *sigh* I apologize for my brother’s antics…again,’ you laid your head on the counter before going to the fridge and grabbing a water.

“No worries, I would rather babysit Thanos for decades, if it means I get to be here with you,” you looked to her, smiling all giddy. You two had some silent attraction to each other. You knew she liked you and she knows you like her, it was all on who was gonna say what.

“Thanks for being here, Se-mi,” you walked up to her, kissing her cheek before going to give your brother his water. She touched the spot you just kissed, she looks down her face becoming red.

A couple of weeks later, your brother was out recording his little tracks, Se-mi came over to your house for the fifth time that week, she might as well sleep over at this point.

You were laying your legs across Se-mi’s lap, she traces her fingers on your legs, she smirks watching how you got all flustered.

“Hey umm (your nickname),” you looked up at her, titling your head. She leans her head back onto the headboard.

“I um I really really like you, like these past few months, I have never felt this way about someone, like come on, I have chosen to hang around Thanos of all people to be with you,” you giggled, you took her face into her hand, you kissed her cheek and looked to her.

“i like you too, Se-mi, I never though could love but…you made happen. Are you really sure you want to be with me though cause that also means committing to my brother in a way,” she sighs pulling you into her. “Like I said I would spend decades babysit that man-child if it means having you with me every day,” she kisses me all over your face as you laugh.

[jihoonjuseyo]

Perverted jihoon hacking readers computer so he can see what she is doing in her room just to see her jerking off to him.... Then might end it with him fucking her in her bedsheets the very same night

~💩

a/n: this isn’t something i usually write ;u; i really tried to make him a pervert but i have a hard time writing real people with these kinds of character traits. i hope you understand ♡

cw: smut, toys, spying, dubcon if you squint, computer hacking to watch reader masturbate, oh yeah masturbation, lmk if i missed anything

requests open!

when you told jihoon that you’ve been told that you make noises when you sleep, he half-believed it to start. he wasn’t a stranger to having his ear pressed to the wall that separates your bedrooms. he recognized quickly that those weren’t just measly noises from sleep, no soft hums from your slumber - no, those were *moans* he was hearing.

it woke an obsession within him, standing next to the wall for minutes after you’ve gone to bed, hoping and praying that he’d hear the soft buzz he’d learn to listen for, his hand already moving down to his waistband.

it woke an obsession within him, standing next to the wall for minutes after he knows you’ve gone to bed, hoping and praying that he’d hear the soft buzz he’d learn to listen for, his hand already moving down to his waistband. he’d seen the vibrator once. on accident, as he was so innocently helping you organize your drawers one day while you were gone. he certainly didn’t smear his own cum on it just to see it before washing it off, oh no.

jihoon’s obsession continued to grow as he patiently waited for your soft moans in the night, his mind filling with increasingly more debaucherous thoughts of you. one night, as he stood with his ear pressed against the wall, he heard the familiar buzz he was waiting for, the soft gasp of your initial tease to your core.

a thrill ran through his body as he pressed even closer to the wall, his excitement growing as he listened to the soft moans coming from the other side.

he pictured you in your room, those little shorts you wore (the ones he saw riding up your ass countless times throughout the afternoon), pulled to the side with your fingers teasing your entrance. he loved the idea of that purple toy shoved inside of you, your walls encasing it so tightly. but your fingers, god he pictured them everywhere on his body-

he closed his eyes as he stroked his cock, a shaky breath coming out as jihoon pictured himself in front of the bed, eyes level with your cunt as you teased yourself.

that’s when his brain went a different direction, and he physically felt his length harden at the idea. your computer, so perfectly situated in the front of your bed. jihoon knew that computer had the best spot in the world, it made him envious.

jihoon's mind continued to spin as he listened to your soft moans through the wall. as the room on the other side of the wall fell silent, he quietly stepped away from the wall, his mind still filled with thoughts of you. it was like a magnet pulling him back to the wall, but he resisted.

he walked over to his own desk, his hands shaky as he turned on his computer. he knew that he had to see the view that your computer was enjoying. it was so unfair, the way he knows your legs are spread out for the computer to see.

sitting down at his desk, jihoon quickly launched the hacking program he had been developing for the past few months. with a few commands, he was in your system, giving him access to your webcam and the contents on it.

he navigated to your webcam and clicked to open the live feed, his heart racing in anticipation. he'd been fantasizing about this moment for weeks, hoping he would be able to get a glimpse of your most intimate moments before you fall asleep.

as the camera launched, jihoon’s breath hitched as your bedroom came into view. there you were, laid out on your bed, wearing those same shorts that had been driving him crazy all day.

only, those shorts were pulled to your ankles,

“jihoon-“ your voice hitched, making jihoon’s hand, that had been pumping his cock so slickly, stuttered, his hips jerking slightly. he felt his face flush, his instincts kicking in almost immediately. he had to grip the chair as he considered, barging in on a private moment or making her fantasies a reality?

jihoon's mind raced as he watched you on the other end of the camera, his body reacting to every little sound you made. he knew that spying on you was wrong, but he couldn't help himself now. he wanted you so badly that he could taste it.

his mind was swirling with all the ways he wanted to taste you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes focused on the way you were writhing on the bed. He couldn't believe the situation he found himself in, watching you so intimately without you even knowing.

“fuck it,” he hissed, pushing himself out of the chair and standing up, pushing his cock back into his pants for the moment.

jihoon's heart was pounding in his chest as he quickly got up and left his bedroom, his mind racing with thoughts of what he was about to do. he approached your door, his hand shaking slightly as he reached out to turn the knob.

jihoon hesitated for a moment before turning the doorknob and slowly opening the door, his breath caught in his throat as he stepped inside. the room was dimly lit by the light from the desk, the computer screen casting an eerie glow on your body as you lay in bed.

his eyes drank in the sight of you, laid out before him like a gift. he closed the door behind him, the soft click of the latch sounding like a gunshot in his ears.

unfortunately for him, you’d heard it too. you shot up with a gasp, hands coming out while simultaneously trying to cover your lower half with your legs. “d-don’t you know h-h-ho-aaa..!” jihoon felt himself get chocked up, knowing that you were attempting to hide the fact that a vibrator was lodged tightly in your pussy.

jihoon's eyes widened as he took in the sight of you, his gaze going straight to where your hands were trying to hide the vibrator. His heart raced in his chest as he tried to form a coherent thought.

he took a step forward, his mind going back to the sight on the camera. he hadn't been able to see that in the dimly lit room, nor had he been prepared for the way it would feel to see it in person.

“I-I…” he tried to speak, but the words got caught in his throat as his body responded to the view in front of him. he took another step forward, bringing him within a few feet of the bed.

jihoon's eyes roamed over your body, taking in every part of you. the sight of your chest heaving with each labored breath was almost too much for him, the urge to touch you growing stronger with each moment.

“I don’t-“ he started, his voice low and rough. he took another step forward, bringing him right next to the bed. he knelt down on the edge, his hands shaking slightly as he reached out to touch you. you jerked back slightly, your breath heavy as you watched jihoon intensely, confused but curious.

his eyes, ever so dark and focused, stared at the exposed part of your leg before trailing his hand up your thigh, pushing the blanket up as well as you almost fought him. “hey-“ you began, but he shushed you, not even having the respect to look at you before he tossed the blanket over your hip, wasting no time in prying your legs open and half-leaping onto the bed to ensure a place between your legs. “fuck- fuck-“ he didn’t know where to look first, your thighs were spread out and held by his strong arms, encasing your thighs between his forearms and biceps.

yet, his mesmerized eyes didn’t even flinch as you barely thrashed, more confused on the situation. “jihoon, wha— ah—.?!” you hissed when you felt the vibrator push further into your core, glancing down at him in shock. his lips were pressed to the flat end, applying pressure to the toy as it penetrated and rotated inside of you.

you pulled yourself to your knees, expression one of bliss and shock. his eyes shifted from your clit, up towards your face. “are you going to behave?” he asked.

you found no fight within you, feeling your legs give up as well. jihoon felt them relax as he set them on his shoulders. his hand moving to grasp the toy. his mouth found freedom, yet immediately hitched up to attack your clit, his tongue flattening it with his saliva aiding your juices in soaking you. with gentle movements, you felt the pull and stretch of the toy in a way you never have before, stomach feeling twitchy as a new type of pleasure settled within you.

“does that feel good?” jihoon asked, clicking the button on the vibrator to speed it up and watch you curl just slightly from the suddenness.

“so good,” you whimpered, both hands coming down to thread through his hair. “so fucking— oh, god,” you purred, hips lifting just slightly to give a slow grind to his lips when he delivered a particularly sweet suckle to your numb.

“i have a lot to make up for,” jihoon said mostly to himself, his free hand coming to smear the spit all over your clit in a messy fashion.

you didn’t question the statement, too focused on the way your eyes practically rolled back. whatever he meant, you prayed it meant that you wouldn’t be leaving the bed any time soon.

[thedreamsofgalaxies]

Reblogging for that second addition. I mean, great that we have moved on from the shy and lawful Viktor, but damn, this fandom doesn't do complexity well. Which is strange because the source material sure is layered.

So, yes, Jayce is anxious. He wants to be liked (read: respected, not patted on the head) and has ton of mental health issues. However, he's also smart, driven, and well-spoken. While he might be anxious, he still takes to that stage and charms all the people with ease. He moves around with grace, puts up a show, and even switches what he was about to say without a blink, which is something socially awkward and nervous person would never do. He delivers every speech in the show as a professional who knows how to handle a crowd. His anxiety is not about dealing with people, it's internalized. He wants repect and acknowledgement.

When it comes to, he Viktor might be sassy and willing to ignore rules. But he never breaks any rules just for the hell of it: there's always a sound reason. He sees a problem and looks for a solution, if some silly rule is stopping him, that's just a hindrance. In my opinion, he view of rules is very zaunite-ish.

However, he's never mean or power-hungry. Even when he has his own little village going on, he hides away in his pod and makes a point of not wanting to force anything on anyone. That man would be happy sitting alone (well maybe with Jayce) in his lab for the rest of his life and never interacting with anyone. He doesn't want a spot light, nor to control people. But while he is kind and soft, it's not in a way that he would let people walk all over him.

He also never says a mean thing to anyone even when he would be totally justified. I hate how fandom tends to mix up light-hearted sarcasm or snark with being mean. Those are not the same thing.

I’m so glad we as a society have moved away from the “socially adept sex god Jayce and shy baby Viktor” cause like… Jayce is a walking pile of panic attack. That man has never calmed down once in his life. If he were a dog he would NOT be a Golden Retriever he’d be an anxiety ridden Chihuahua. Viktor ‘Manic-Pixie-Hey-Let’s-Do-Crime-It’s-Fine-I’ve-Known-You-All-Of-Three-Hours’ is not all cute and demure and shy. Ximena makes a comment to Viktor to keep Jayce out of trouble and Jayce fucking implodes cause he’s the one making sure Viktor doesn’t piss off the wrong guy or up’s the voltage on their latest project by fifty.

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 4!

oh have i got some good ones for you this week! enjoy <3

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading!

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

and i'm not good at winning fights anymore | spaceprincessem/@spaceprincessem | 24k | T

five times Buck needs to feel Eddie's heartbeat and the one time Eddie needs to feel his. this is one of my absolute favourites, it was a reread this week and wow did it hit the spot once more. genuinely a masterpiece, cannot recommend this enough!

baby, say you'll always keep me | hattalove/@hattalove | 8.3k | T

the one in which joking about being married to your best friend is all fun and games, right up until you realize that you're not laughing. soft and sweet and a little silly, the buddie fic trifecta <3 all here in one fic!!

cause i'm tired of sleeping alone | rarakiplin (gmontys)/@hoediaz | 14.5k | T

five (ish) times eddie and buck go on dates with other people, and one time they go on a date with each other. oh this is so FUN i love mutual pining and jealousy and firefam meddling!! so good <3

didn't think you meant it | EtoileGarden | 33.5k | E

“Y’know,” he said. Shrugged again. “That last call? I kind of thought I’d have that by now.” “What,” Eddie raised his eyebrows at him. “A roof collapsing on you?” Buck grunted, elbowed Eddie. Lightly, because he did appreciate the humour in Eddie’s voice. “No,” he said. “Just - married.” i love love love the combination of pining and angst and comedy in this!! it's such a good time all around. another reread, and i'm glad i picked this up again!

i could spend the whole day just gettin' by | rowan_wood/@transboybuckley | 4.5k | GA

“I’m sick,” Buck said, eyes closed, when he could sense Eddie reached the loft. softest loveliest fic <3 i'm such a sucker for these two taking care of each other when they're ill, and this hits the spot so perfectly!

if i get burned, at least we were electrified | kaistinlove/@kaistinlove | 9.9k | E

Out of all the bad decisions Eddie has ever made. This one takes the cake. What did he think would happen when he's watching porn in broad daylight at the kitchen table? listen listen okay. buck's TATTOO. no i won't specify further, just read the fic. the TATTOO. trust me on this one. hot and fun and just so so good!!

if you leave the light on | cloudydaisies | 27.9k | GA

the check engine light comes on in Buck's Jeep, Eddie volunteers to fix it and carpool with him in the meantime, and it all breaks down from there, literally and metaphorically. such a delight of a fic <3 i love how this one nails not only the buddie dynamic, but the firefam as a whole!!

my heart will lead me there soon | ColorfulThoughts/@miscellaneouscolorfulthoughts | 7.4k | GA

Buck is pining for his best friend and copes with a new hobby. Who knew fish would bring them together? mutual pining, they are just too blind to see that is my new favourite tag combination <3 the hurt/comfort hurts and comforts so well!!

never known comfort like laying next to you | thelikesofus/@thelikesofus | 2.6k | GA

A long shift ends with a quiet pizza and movie night within the walls of the Diaz house followed by a quiet confession beneath Eddie’s duvet. this was another reread - quite a few of those this week - and wow does it continue to hit so hard <3 literally all of my favourite tags are right there!! i love soft domestic fluff, and this delivers exactly that!!

the evan buckley matchmaking agency | mmtion/@mmtions | 28.6k | M

Buck tries to set up Eddie. It goes well for absolutely no-one involved. (a 5+1 fic) the best oblivious buck ever!! this fic has such lovely characterisation of all the characters <3

the worm vs the universe | lightyears/@bisexualbellamyblake | 6.9k | T

Adriana moves to LA. It would be great, except that Buck starts dating her. adriana!! i love her so much!! the fact that we know so little about the diaz sisters in canon is wild to me tbh, but until proven wrong, i will just assume that adriana is exactly like this <3

slide it in, right to the top | oklahoma/@chippingmill | 4.3k | E

After Buck shows up at Eddie's door with a six pack, Eddie's mind begins to wonder. A bottle of tequila gives him the courage to ask for something he wasn't aware he's been wanting. this is hot and fun and so good and just so very them <3 i love scenarios like this for buddie, and this one is just perfect!!

vanilla disaster, lemon dream | BlueAzalea/@attack-of-the-blue-penguins | 39.8k | T

Eddie leans on his friends, shaves his mustache, goes to therapy, becomes besties with Maddie, admits he’s in love with his best friend, and learns to ask for what he wants. such a glorious glorious eddiemaddie friendship!! lovely introspective fic, an instant bookmark <3

wake up, boy, you're far from home | Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars | 23.8k | E

Eddie is miserable in El Paso, having seemingly made things worse. Buck is miserable in Los Angeles, without him. When Buck agrees to go home to Hershey for the holidays, everything implodes. oh and implode it does... such a fascinating look at the buckley and diaz families (i loved madney here!!) and at buddie themselves, of course. such a brilliant fic!!

when the tequila runs out | Artemis_Unbound/@artemisthehuntress | 5k | T

Drunk Buck is an octopus, Eddie is a pushover, and cuddles are had by all. soft and funny and just the perfect nighttime read <3 this might come last alphabetically, but it was the first fic i read this week, and what a delightful start it was!

[growthhyp]

Oh this could be perfect! Hey there, I'm going on a beach vacation really soon but I realized I don't have any swim trunks. I'm kinda broke right now with college and all so I would love a cheap option. Have you got any trunks or swim wear for sale?

The Black Swim Trunks

The sun was beating down on the pavement as you scoured the rows of the garage sale, your eyes scanning for a bargain that could save your beach vacation from being a wardrobe malfunction disaster. A few sweat droplets trickled down your forehead as you approached a table with a rainbow of fabrics and patterns that looked like they hadn't seen the light of day since the 80s.

"Oh, hey," you called out to the muscular man who was organizing the pile of clothes, his biceps bulging as he tossed a Hawaiian shirt onto the table. "I'm about to go on a beach trip and realized I don't have any swim trunks. I'm kind of broke from college, so I'm hoping to find something cheap. Do you have any here?"

The man looked up from his task and scanned you over. His eyes lingered on your body, seemingly sizing you up. He nodded thoughtfully before saying, "You know, that's the second time someone's asked for swim trunks today. I've got just the pair." He reached under the table and pulled out a set of black swim trunks. They looked like they'd seen better days, but the fabric was stretchy and the price was right—just a buck. You took them without a second thought, not even bothering to check the size.

As you held the trunks in your hand, you couldn't help but notice they were oddly baggy in the front and back, almost as if they had been stretched by someone with a substantial package. You chuckled to yourself, thinking that maybe the last owner had been a bit too optimistic about their size. But hey, a dollar was a dollar, and you weren't going to argue with a good deal. You handed over the cash, and the muscular man tossed the trunks to you with a knowing smirk.

Once you were all settled in the hotel, you couldn't wait to hit the beach. You slipped into the black trunks, and to your surprise, they hugged your waist like a glove. The baggy areas in the front and back clung to your body in a way that was both confusing and oddly comforting. The material was soft and stretchy, and you couldn't wait to see how they'd look once you had a nice tan. You grabbed your towel and sunscreen and headed to the beach with your friends, the excitement building as the waves crashed against the shore.

You found a spot on the beach that was a bit more secluded, with only a few people playing in the sand nearby. You laid out the blanket and plopped down, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. The sounds of laughter and splashing water blended into the background as you closed your eyes and let the ocean breeze caress your body. You felt the sand's gentle abrasion against your skin, and the warmth of the sun's rays seeped into your pores, bringing with them a sense of peace and relaxation. The trunks felt almost alive against your skin, the fabric moving with every shift of your body as you found the perfect lounging position.

As you lay there, something strange began to happen. Your arms felt heavier, and when you flexed, you could feel the muscles in your biceps tightening and swelling. The peaks grew more pronounced with each pulse, the two heads forming the 'guns' that you had always admired on the cover of muscle magazines. Your triceps began to bulge, creating that coveted horseshoe shape. The sensation was odd, but not entirely unpleasant. It was as if the swimwear itself was sculpting your body into something more, something greater.

You felt your chest expanding, the pectoral muscles growing fuller and more defined. The sand beneath your back grew warmer as your back muscles grew. Your lats started to flare out, creating a 'V-taper' that you never knew existed on your body before. Your shoulders rounded out, the deltoids becoming more prominent and powerful. Your traps grew tense, making your neck appear thicker and your shoulders more defined.

As your abs began to tighten and form, you felt a sense of excitement mixed with bewilderment. The waistline of the swim trunks grew taut against your stomach as your abs grew more defined, creating a clear six-pack. You couldn't help but let out a low groan as the muscles in your thighs began to thicken. Your quads grew stronger, and the trunks started to hug your legs tighter, emphasizing the powerful new shape of your legs.

The sensation grew more intense as you felt your cock stirring, hardening beneath the now-tight fabric. It was as if the material was alive, responding to your newfound virility. You looked down, and your eyes widened at the sight of your cock growing longer and thicker, pushing against the constraints of the swim trunks. The head grew plumper and more pronounced, and your cock was now standing tall and proud, demanding attention.

You felt a rush of pleasure as your ass filled out into a perfect bubble butt, the fabric now taut across your cheeks. The onlookers at the beach had no idea of the transformation occurring before their eyes, too caught up in their own vacation bliss to notice the subtle yet significant changes in the person lounging a few feet away.

As your cock continued to swell, the horniness grew to an almost unbearable level. The trunks strained against your body, the fabric now struggling to contain your burgeoning erection. You tried to keep your moans low, but the pleasure was too intense. Your thoughts were consumed by the feeling of your cock thickening and lengthening, reaching sizes you never thought possible. You felt your abs tighten further, your body responding to the new sensations as if it were a natural part of your anatomy.

The beach remained a blur around you, the distant sounds of laughter and waves muffled by the blood rushing in your ears. Your eyes were glued to the sight of your body's metamorphosis, the pressure built, your cock straining against the fabric as your body reached a crescendo of arousal. With a final, powerful thrust, you came, the hot spurts of cum soaking through the material and painting a sticky trail down your thighs.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your grunts of pleasure as quiet as possible. The last thing you needed was a beach full of concerned tourists converging on your little slice of sandy paradise. You had picked a spot that was thankfully somewhat secluded, with just enough of a buffer to ensure your transformation remained private. The few beachgoers nearby were too preoccupied with their own activities to pay attention to the sudden, intense flexing of your muscles and the suspicious bulges that had appeared.

As you felt the final waves of your climax subside, you took a moment to revel in the sensation. Your cock was now a formidable beast, straining against the confines of the swim trunks, which had magically adjusted to fit your new physique like a glove. The cum had soaked through the fabric and was now sticking to your legs and thighs, a testament to the power of the transformation. The trunks are clinging to every inch of your enhanced body, outlining your newfound assets in a way that was both obscene and incredibly tempting.

You cautiously sat up, feeling the weight of your new muscles. Your biceps bulged as you braced yourself against the sand, and your chest felt like it could pop the buttons on a shirt. Your eyes roved over your body, taking in the changes. Your abs rippled with every breath, each muscle defined and taut, leading down to the 'V' that pointed straight to your crotch. The lats on your back had grown so wide that they looked like they could hold wings. Your shoulders looked broader than ever, the deltoids rounded and powerful. Your traps had grown thick, making your neck appear stronger and more defined.

With a deep breath, you pushed yourself to your feet, the cum in your swim trunks sticking to your legs. You waded into the water, the cool waves washing over your body. The swim trunks clung to your skin as if painted on, leaving nothing to the imagination. The tightness around your cock and ass was almost too much to bear, but you managed to keep a straight face as you approached the shallows. The water reached your waist, and you let out a sigh of relief as the fabric loosened slightly. You rinsed off the evidence of your transformation, watching as the cum washed away to be claimed by the sea.

As you emerged from the water, you caught sight of your friends playing beach volleyball a short distance away. Their jaws dropped as they took in the new you. The swim trunks had become a second skin, highlighting every bulging muscle and curve of your now-extraordinary physique. You couldn't help but flex your biceps, the peaks standing tall and proud, water droplets glistening in the sun. The shock on their faces was priceless.

[darinawrites]

Kang No-eul x f!reader| finding you in the games

Pairing: Kang No-eul x f!reader

Warnings: typical violence in squid game

A/n: I will be going feral if people don't write more for her and actually know her personality. This is sadly shorter than I'd like, I promise I'll give her more content. (Also, this is a complete new writing style for me, I hope I did it justice)

Coming back home to the last bit of humanity she has, you. She would immediately feel worry with the lack of presence in the house

Her worry deepens further when she calls out your name and you still don't make your presence be known. Her mind immediately turning to the worst possible scenario

Rushing to your shared bedroom, a wave of despair washing over her when she doesn't see your figure on the bed- or anywhere for that matter

When she finally spots the reason, she wouldn't believe it at first. Seeing the same brown card she held a few minutes ago on your bed

Would definitely blame herself, you were basically a piece of her. Always comforting her at the worst times. It made her be so besotted with you, your sweet smile always helping her. And now you're gone. She wanted to protect you, it was her duty that she set for herself. Feeling so disillusioned that she failed, her expression darkening

Crunching up her somber features as she looked closer and realized you were a player. Could this get any worse?

She knew you well, well enough to know that these games aren't meant for you. You were much too kind for your own good

Her hands palpitating at the thought that she would need to put a bullet in your head

A sigh of relief would be let out when she saw you talking with one of the players trough the black mask she had on. At last she could finally see you again, alive and well (for now)

She would most definitely be a mess of emotions when she holds the sniper in her hand, watching your body flinch as the first gunshot rang out in red light green light

Would she kill you? Would she keep you alive? She only contemplated joining these deplorable games to free miserable people, people like her. If you were so sorrowful that you joined these games, would you want her to shoot?

Ultimately, she would keep you alive if it ever came to that situation, she loves you too much to let go that easily. Not again, she wouldn't. Refusing to believe that killing was the solution for you

Would have a little smile when you successfully finished a game. Proud that you're holding better than she thought

With her higher rank, she'd try and order the circle guards to give you more food in the lunchbox

"Wow, you're lucky. You got so much more food than us!"

Her rank did sadly hinder her from seeing you more often. Usually only being able to see you in the games which made it harder for her to make it known to you that it was her

She'd try her best to position herself near you at all times, feeling elated everytime she saw your soft features. In these death games, she needed to be close to you at all times, eyes dwelling on every injury she could find to see if you needed any help. If you did, a roll of bandages would be found when you sat down on your chosen cot

And if the chance to have you alone came up, she'd take it and use it to the best of her abilities. Pulling off her mask and hearing the surprised gasp of yours as she pulled you to a secluded area. Letting your arms wrap around her body, the weight of your head on her shoulders. Hands brushing your hair as she told you all the information she could, with a few comforting words spilled between them too

That physical contact reminded her of better times, giving her a taste on where you both could be right now. It would give her the motivation to get out, to feel this, to feel you again

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the charming vampire liuetenant  x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . that's the kind of love !! 🍒 :  vampire ˖ lieutenant ˖ dilf﹙ verse 781 vespasiano. ﹚

vespasiano taking you out on a little dinner date <3 cw: some slightly suggestive themes

Imagine Vespasiano taking you out on a dinner date, where he arrives at your house precisely when he tells you he will, picking you up in his vintage car. Bouquet of your favourite flowers settled in his lap, with that devilish smirk pulling at his face.

Long sturdy digits move up to pull down the pair of shades that concealed the beautiful emerald hues you could get lost in for hours. All so he could look at you with clear sight.

“Your hair’s tousled dolcezza.”

“Well on such short notice I got a bit frantic dolling up.” You jab back at him with a teasing grin. Scrunching up your nose as you get in.

The ringed fingers of his left hand grips the steer a little harder, as the aroma of your perfume wafts throughout the car. Oh that lovely fragrance, you put this one on tonight with the intention of hypnotizing him. He knew it.

You know how wanting it leaves him, like a thirsty man looking for an oasis to lap away at.

That’s fine, if that’s the game you’re playing, he’ll play along.

With the click of a tongue, followed by a whistle and heated elevator looks, he responds to your little jab.

“You sure? Were probably in bed thinkin’ about me in a few other ways.” He chuckles. Clicking your seatbelt in.

Thwacking him on his chest, your face burning, you wait for him to drive.

“You and your filthy mouth.” You murmur in response, biting down at your bottom lip.

A groan rumbles through his chest: “You love this filthy mouth.”

Imagine the carride over to the restaurant. Loud singing in the car together, his right hand finding your thigh, while his left steers the car. The roses in your lap when you find a quick spot to pull over and makeout because there was still enough time to get to the destination you were headed to.

And when you finally get to the restaurant, he offers you his hand to aid you out of the car, whereas you accept and step out into the dimly lit streets, full of lights to counter the darkness of the night.

“What a place you’re taking me to.” You chirp, pressing a kiss to his hand while looking around at the place.

A beautiful restaurant, with people chattering inside of it happily. While some kids look out at you both to point at the car behind you.

It doesn’t take long before you’ve both headed inside to order. A couple’s meal, one of your favourites this time. And as you wait for the food, you can’t not take a little look around the beautiful interior.

Chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, champagne coloured walls with soft brown curtains, fading into creamy maroon reds. The panels around shaped with the most awe striking details you’ve ever seen. While the floor is marble, full of golden streaks that lead towards the entrance of the place. Branching out into a large tree to greet the guests who enter to take place by it’s roots.

“The interior here is beautiful, how do you even find these places Vesp?” You sigh, leaning against the cream coloured sheet of the table, smiling at him with shimmering eyes.

“I need to find places that match you, no?” He chuckles, taking a small sip of his wine. The stem of the glass held between his fingers so delicately you almost feel envious it isn’t you he’s touching like that.

“Charmer.” You tease back.

“Naturally.” He says, shrugging his shoulders and leaning back into his chair to look around, then up at the tree of roses. Oh, that was exactly why he took you here. This tree in specific.

And you? You follow his gaze the longer you notice it has strewn to a different destination than where he previously oogled.

“I still can’t believe they have a Edenera rosalisinia here. . .” It truly is the centre of the attention throughout the room. The rose of Eden, is what it would be called usually, but the scientific name always scratched a part of your brain that you, yourself, couldn’t really explain as to why.

Woven around itself with a beautiful trunk of wood that would easily remind one of Sakura. The flowers that drop from the branches of the trees act as its leaves.

Each flower is shaped differently but with the same base: bloomed roses linked with hibiscus bloomed from it’s own core. While the last of the flower drops into what looks like the lily of the valley holding the hibiscus pollen stem. You could get lost in the shapes of it and stay lost forever if that was a viable option.

And yet, you have to snap out of your daze, when a pair of digits find purches on the side of your cheek, turning your eyes to look into your lover’s.

“I had to,” he sighs, fingers moving away to wrap around one of your hands. His lips tickling each and every tip of your fingers.

“Don’t forget to eat your dinner, might get cold.”

You immediately look down and see the plates of dinner standing on the table, before your eyes pan back up to the man in front of you. Eyes squinted and your lips pulled into a smile.

“Bastard.

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

def just an idea so no pressure- but I would love a selective mute reader who is besties with Ominous. I’m a Sebastian girly- but she call fall for whoever in universe bc I’m not great with ideas.

Love you 💕💕

Teal or Turquoise? | Ominis Gaunt x Reader

ANON - I love you too! Thank you for the beautiful prompt. I admit, I am not well-educated on the nuances and intricacies of selective mutism but I did some reading and I hope that this story thoughtfully captures your vision.

Words: ~3,400

Tags: Reader Insert, Female MC, No Y/N, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Big Time Fluff, LIKE SERIOUSLY THIS IS SO FLUFFY

The Astronomy Tower had always been your refuge at Hogwarts. It was quiet, far enough from the bustling common rooms and rowdy hallways to feel like a world of your own. The cold stone walls seemed to hold their breath, waiting for nothing, expecting nothing. It was perfect.

Ominis often joked that you had stolen his hiding spot. “This is where I come to escape the chaos,” he’d say, leaning on the tower’s railing with a smirk that softened his usually sharp features. You’d always reply with a small smile or a gentle nudge to his arm, the kind of unspoken exchange that needed no elaboration between the two of you.

Today was no different. The two of you sat cross-legged on the floor, snow falling softly in the air around you. A book lay open in your lap, though you hadn’t turned the page in quite some time. Ominis sat beside you, one hand gripping his wand, the other curled around a warm thermos of hot chocolate he’d charmed to stay warm. He wasn’t speaking, and neither were you.

That was one of the things you loved most about your friendship—there was no need to fill the silence.

“Still lost in that book of yours?” he asked after a while, his lips quirking in the faintest of smiles.

You shook your head, tapping the page lightly with your fingertip before nudging him with your elbow. He tilted his head slightly, his wand tracking the small gesture.

“Ah, so you’re watching me now, are you?” he teased, his voice warm and familiar. “What did I do to deserve such attention?”

Your smile was small but genuine, and for the first time in a few days, you found yourself speaking. “You’re more interesting than the book.”

The words were soft, almost tentative, but Ominis didn’t react the way most people would have—no wide-eyed shock, no overenthusiastic congratulations for having spoken at all. He simply let his smile widen ever so slightly.

"I'm flattered," he said smoothly, his voice carrying the faintest lilt of amusement. “Though I must admit, it’s a rather low bar. What’s the book about? Arithmancy perhaps? Potions? Or something as riveting as Hogwarts: A History?”

You rolled your eyes and nudged him again, this time with a little more force. “It’s Charms,” you murmured quietly.

Ominis hummed thoughtfully, his fingers tracing idle patterns along the sides of the thermos as the warmth seeped into his skin. "Charms, hmm? I suppose we've had enough Potions excitement in the past week with Sebastian's antics."

The mention of Sebastian made you smile despite yourself. It was true—the memory of your boisterous friend nearly setting his cauldron ablaze last week was still far too fresh in your mind. Still, you didn’t answer, content to let the moment linger in its comfortable quiet.

Ominis didn’t mind. He leaned against the wall, letting his head fall back as if listening to something only he could hear. For a moment, you allowed yourself to study him—the elegant curve of his jaw, the way his pale lashes brushed against his cheeks, the slight furrow of concentration between his brows that never seemed to fully fade.

You quickly averted your gaze, a subtle warmth blooming in your cheeks. It felt foolish to linger on such thoughts—Ominis was your best friend... and yet, somewhere along the way—though you couldn’t quite pinpoint when—that friendship had started to feel like something more.

You glanced down at your hands, fidgeting slightly with the corner of the book in your lap, though if Ominis noticed the restless movement, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he tilted his head slightly in your direction, his expression thoughtful.

“I was thinking, perhaps we could—”

The door burst open with a loud creak, and Sebastian’s voice boomed through the tower.

“There you are! I knew you’d be hiding up here!”

You flinched, startled by the sudden noise, and instinctively pulled your knees up slightly, the book slipping from your lap. Ominis turned his head in the direction of the intrusion, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Sebastian strode into the room, his presence filling the quiet space like a storm. Flakes clung to his dark hair and his cheeks were flushed red from the cold. He grinned broadly, brushing snow from his shoulders and looking between the two of you with a mock look of disapproval. “It’s snowing outside—properly snowing—and you’re just sitting here like a couple of house-elves on their day off. Come on, it’s tradition! A snowball fight, all of us outside. Let’s go!”

You shook your head quickly, waving a hand in polite refusal. Sebastian ignored it entirely, his grin widening as he gestured toward the door. “Oh no, no excuses this time. You’re coming. Both of you. Fresh air is good for you, you know. Builds character.”

Ominis sighed, long-suffering and patient as ever. “Sebastian,” he began, his tone calm but firm, “not everyone shares your enthusiasm for freezing to death in the courtyard.”

“Freezing to death? You’re being dramatic,” Sebastian shot back, crossing his arms. “It’s not that cold. Besides, it’s tradition, Ominis. You know, the thing we always do when it snows?”

“I don’t recall agreeing to that tradition,” Ominis said dryly, his lips twitching in the faintest hint of a smirk.

You smiled faintly at their back-and-forth but stayed quiet, hoping Sebastian would get the hint and move on.

But Sebastian, being Sebastian, wasn’t one to give up so easily. “Come on,” he pleaded, his tone shifting to something almost wheedling. “It’ll be fun. You’ll see. A little snow never hurt anyone.”

You sighed silently, once again attempting to wave Sebastian off. You lifted a hand and made a small pushing motion, hoping he’d interpret it as a gentle "no, thank you." But, unsurprisingly, Sebastian was undeterred.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “You can’t keep hiding up here forever. We’re your friends—we demand your presence!”

Ominis tilted his head, the faintest hint of irritation flickering across his features. “Sebastian, she doesn’t want to go.”

Sebastian blinked, caught off guard by the firmness in Ominis’ tone. “How do you know?” he asked, his confusion evident. “She didn’t say—”

“She doesn’t have to,” Ominis interrupted, his voice even but laced with finality. “Unlike you, I actually pay attention. And I know she’s perfectly happy here, where it’s warm and quiet, and she doesn’t have to listen to you yelling about snowball fights.”

Sebastian’s mouth opened as if to argue, but the words seemed to catch in his throat. For a moment, he looked genuinely taken aback, as though it had only just occurred to him that Ominis might know something he didn’t.

You watched the exchange with a mix of relief and guilt, unsure whether to feel grateful for Ominis’ defense or apologetic for putting him in the position of having to defend you in the first place.

But then Sebastian's gaze flicked between the two of you, realization dawning on his face.

“Oh,” he said finally, his voice softening. He ran a hand through his hair, looking vaguely sheepish. “Alright,” he said. “I get it. No snowball fights for the hermits. I’ll leave you to your… brooding.”

He turned back around and the door creaked shut behind him. The room fell silent once more, the faint whistle of the wind outside the only sound.

Ominis let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head as he turned back toward you. “I don’t know how he has so much energy,” he said, his voice soft and wry.

You smiled faintly, your gaze lingering on him as he reached for the thermos again.

After a moment, his expression softened. “Are you alright?”

You nodded resolutely, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. You’d grown used to Sebastian’s unrelenting enthusiasm over the years—his energy was part of what made him… well, Sebastian. Still, the way Ominis had stepped in so effortlessly, his quiet understanding cutting through the noise, filled you with a warmth you couldn’t deny.

Ominis tilted his head slightly, as if studying your silence. He didn’t press further, trusting your nod for what it was, but something in his posture relaxed further when you leaned forward and reached for his hand.

Your fingers brushed lightly against his, tracing the smooth wood of his wand before carefully untangling it from his grasp. He let it go without question, his hand relaxing in yours as you gave it a gentle squeeze, his long fingers curling instinctively around yours.

You glanced at him again, tracing the elegant slope of his nose and the gentle part of his lips, the sharp line of his jaw, and the way the winter light softened the pale angles of his face. There was something so profoundly beautiful about him, a beauty that extended far beyond his aristocratic features—beyond the graceful lines of his profile and the delicate curve of his mouth when he allowed himself to relax.

No, his beauty lay in the quiet depth of him, in the way he simply understood.

Ominis had an uncanny way of cutting through the noise, of seeing people—not with his wand or the faint outlines of their presence—but with a deeper kind of clarity, one rooted in intuition and kindness. He never fumbled through the awkward sympathies others so often offered. He had never pitied you, never tried to "fix" you, never made you feel like the silence you carried was something that needed explaining. He simply accepted it, just as he accepted you.

And yet, that acceptance only made the ache in your chest deepen. It burrowed in, unshakable, a quiet yearning you were terrified to voice but felt all the same.

You didn’t realize how long you’d been staring until his soft voice cut through your thoughts.

“Is there something on my face?” he teased gently, a ghost of a smile playing at his lips. You stiffened slightly, your cheeks warming as you quickly looked away, but his voice stopped you before you could retreat too far into yourself. “Don’t,” he said softly, the teasing gone now. “I don’t mind. Really.”

You turned back to him, searching his face for any hint of insincerity, but there was none. Then he tilted his head, a familiar look of curiosity crossing his face.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked, his voice thoughtful.

You nodded, already prepared to give him your full attention.

“Can you… try to describe the color blue to me again?”

You blinked, your chest tightening as you remembered the first time he’d asked you that same question years ago. It had been during your fifth year, in a similarly quiet moment, when the two of you had been working together in the library. Back then, the question had caught you completely off guard, and you’d struggled to find the words, fumbling through clumsy metaphors and vague comparisons until he’d laughed softly and said, “Don’t worry. It’s impossible, isn’t it?”

And yet, he was asking again.

Ominis must have sensed your hesitation, because he tilted his head further, his expression softening. “You don’t have to if it’s too much,” he added hastily.

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “No,” you murmured softly, your voice carrying a gentle steadiness that surprised even you. “I would love to.”

His smile widened just slightly, a quiet encouragement that eased the tension in your chest. He didn’t say anything else, didn’t press or rush you. He simply waited, patient as ever, his head tilted toward you with that same thoughtful expression.

You took a slow breath, glancing beyond the tower where the snowfall blurred the edges of the world. “Blue,” you began, the word delicate on your tongue. “It’s… calm. Like the way the castle feels early in the morning, before everyone wakes up. Quiet and… soft.”

“It’s endless,” you continued, your voice growing steadier with each word. “Like the sky on a clear day… or the ocean when it stretches out so far you can’t see where it ends. Blue is... how the world feels after a storm, when everything is still and clean."

Ominis hummed softly, the sound low and thoughtful, as though he were letting the images settle in his mind. “...what about red?"

You paused. Red? He had never asked about that color before. Your fingers brushed the fabric of your skirt as you gathered your thoughts, unsure how to capture something so vivid and raw compared to the soft serenity of blue.

“Red,” you repeated softly, the word lingering on your tongue. You closed your eyes for a moment, searching for the right way to begin. “It’s… intense. It’s the opposite of calm, like fire—the kind that warms you on a cold night but can burn if you get too close.”

“It’s bold,” you continued, your voice gaining strength. “It demands to be noticed. Like the way the sun burns on the horizon at dusk, or the petals of a rose in bloom. It’s… like it’s always moving, always burning, always… feeling.”

Ominis hummed softly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the thermos. The sound was contemplative, thoughtful, and carried with it a weight that made your heart skip. He tilted his head slightly, the faintest ghost of a smile playing at his lips.

“Red,” he said again, as though tasting the word. “...sounds a bit like Sebastian, doesn’t it?”

You blinked at him, startled by the comparison, but then quiet laughter escaped you before you could stop it. It was soft, barely more than a breath, but Ominis’ smile grew at the sound, as though it was exactly what he’d hoped to hear.

“And you,” he continued, his voice dropping to something quieter, more thoughtful, “you must be blue.”

The laughter died in your throat, replaced by a stunned silence as his words settled over you. Your chest tightened, your pulse quickening as you tried to process the weight of what he’d just said. “Me?” you asked softly, barely able to get the word out.

Ominis nodded, his pale eyes unseeing but somehow fixed on you in a way that made you feel completely exposed. "Definitely." Then, with a faint smile tugging at his lips, he added, “It’s a good thing blue’s my favorite color, isn’t it?”

You stared at him, the weight of his words pressing down on you, the ache in your chest growing heavier and warmer all at once.

You’re blue. Blue is my favorite color.

He tilted his head toward you, the faintest hint of a smirk playing at his mouth. “Though, for the sake of my sanity, let’s not tell Sebastian, shall we? He’d throw a fit, I’m sure. Something dramatic and unnecessarily loud about not being my favorite.”

You stiffened, unsure what you felt more: the thrill of his admission or the quiet terror that came with it. Ominis didn’t say things lightly—not like Sebastian with his boisterous declarations. Every word he spoke carried meaning, even when he tried to hide it behind humor.

And this? This was no different.

You wanted to say something, to let him know how much his words meant to you, but you couldn’t find the words—couldn’t trust your voice to steady itself enough to respond.

Instead, you reached for your bag, your hands trembling slightly as you pulled out the small notebook you always carried with you. Ominis tilted his head toward the sound, his expression curious but patient as you flipped to a blank page.

Your hand moved quickly, the ink bleeding into the paper as you scrawled out your thoughts in a hurried but deliberate hand.

When you finished, you turned the notebook toward him, your chest tightening as his hand brushed lightly against yours to find the edge of the parchment. His wand trailed along the page until it found the text, and he began to read, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.

“Ah, I see... working our way through the rainbow, hm?” he murmured, his voice quiet but tinged with warmth, “Alright, tell me about green, then.”

You hesitated for a moment, the enormity of what you were about to share making your chest tighten. But then you took a deep breath and began to write again. This time, the words came more slowly, each one deliberate, as if you were crafting something far too precious to rush.

When you finished, you turned the notebook back toward him, your fingers trembling slightly as you placed it in his hands. His touch lingered against yours for just a moment before he tilted his head toward the page. His wand found the first line, and you watched as his lips parted faintly, reading the words under his breath.

"Green is quiet and steady, never shouting for attention but always present. It’s subtle and unassuming, yet it fills every corner it touches with life and hope. It’s the sound of wind rustling through the trees, the softness of moss beneath your feet, and the earthy scent of rain-soaked ground. Gentle yet resilient, green endures—always waiting to grow, no matter how cold or dark the world becomes."

Ominis stilled as his wand hovered over the final lines, his breath catching ever so slightly.

“Green is my favorite color,” he read aloud, his voice soft and steady, though you could hear the faintest tremor beneath it. “And you're green.”

Ominis’ lips parted as though he wanted to say something, but no words came. His fingers tightened slightly on the edges of the notebook before he set it down slowly, carefully. His wand followed, placed deliberately on top of the pages, forgotten in the stillness of the moment.

Your heart was pounding so loudly you were certain he could hear it, each thud echoing in your ears and resonating in your chest. Your throat was dry, your breath shallow, and for a moment, you felt completely frozen in place. The only movement was the snow drifting lazily outside, its quiet beauty mirroring the fragile stillness between you.

Then, he lifted a hand, tentative and slow, as though unsure of himself. His fingers hovered in the space between you, searching, hesitant. You knew what he was looking for, and with the faintest movement, you leaned into his reach.

His fingertips brushed your cheek first, featherlight and cautious, before his palm settled against your skin. His hand was warm despite the cold, his thumb tracing an achingly gentle path along your cheekbone before moving lower, brushing the corner of your lips.

He hesitated, his fingers trembling slightly as he drew in a shallow breath. “...May I?”

You swallowed hard, heart thrashing wildly against your ribs. But you nodded. And then, slowly, achingly slowly, Ominis leaned in.

His lips met yours in a kiss so soft, so tentative, it felt like the gentlest of questions—a silent plea, a quiet wondering, seeking something only you could give.

You froze for the briefest second, your breath catching in your chest as the warmth of him flooded your senses. And then, slowly, you answered. You tilted your head ever so slightly, leaning into him, and with that simple movement, you gave him his answer. Yes. Yes, this was real. Yes, this was what you wanted. Yes, you were here.

His breath hitched, a soft, uneven sound that sent a warmth cascading through your chest, and the tension in your shoulders began to unravel. He relaxed too, his lips moving against yours with a quiet intensity, like he’d been waiting for this moment far longer than he’d ever admit. And maybe he had.

Maybe you both had.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested gently against each other, your breaths mingling in the quiet stillness of the Astronomy Tower. Ominis’ lips quirked into a small, almost boyish smile, and you felt the light brush of his fingers against yours, warm and steady—a grounding presence amidst the rush of emotions coursing through you.

“Teal,” he murmured, his voice soft, threaded with amusement, though there was a flicker of something deeper beneath it—something tender.

You blinked, your brow furrowing in confusion. “Huh?”

“Teal,” he repeated, his smile growing slightly as he tilted his head toward you. “If I'm green, and you're blue… does that make us teal? Or turquoise, maybe?”

The unexpectedness of his comment startled a laugh out of you, the sound light and warm as it bubbled up in your chest. Ominis smiled at the sound, his expression softening into something so achingly tender that it left you feeling lightheaded.

“Teal, turquoise… what’s next? Aqua?” you teased, the corners of your lips tugging upward into a grin. “Or maybe cyan?”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “I suppose it doesn't matter, does it?” he asked, his voice dropping to something softer, something that made your heart ache. “Whichever one we are… it’s ours.”

[bumblebee-online]

hai haii hai!! I was just wondering if it wiuld be okay with you if you could do a Sprout x a very sleepy/tired reader, and and Astro x reader with the same trope!! If not thats completely fine!!

☎️; haiiii hellooo! thank U sooo much for the request ^_^ hope these are to ur liking<3 i wanted to write for sprout sooo bad grrrr

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⟡ ݁₊ . Astro! 💤

You’ve basically chosen the best possible Toon for the job, congrats! He’s pretty used to people dozing off around him, after all, he’s the one responsible for giving them… well, sometimes sweet dreams, to the best of his ability. So trust me, you’re not too much for Astro to handle— far from it, actually! He’s super glad to help.

And with his own questionable lack of energy? The two of you are attached at the hip on most days. Even if it’s just tiny naps here and there, it never takes Astro more than five minutes to drift off with you, his arms wrapped securely around you as if he fears you’ll just sleepwalk away.

But if you really do have a habit of sleepwalking or sleeptalking, Astro finds it hilariously adorable. He happily takes on the role of your ‘guardian’ if you start to subconsciously wander, and even tries to make sense of the incoherent sentences your sleepy brain comes up with, all while holding back a laugh.

The only time Astro would become worried is if you end up in some kind of trouble, like sleepwalking into a door. Or just wandering too close to Shrimpo who would be more than willing to slap you out of your trance if Astro wasn’t there to stop him with a soft yet stern glare.

I give you: the sleepiest couple in Gardenview award! At least you two are easy to find— whenever another Toon needs you, all they have to do is look for the comfiest spot around, and there you’ll be, fast asleep! Bonus points if you snore in your sleep because Astro absolutely loves listening in, even if you’re a bit on the louder side. To him, it’s a comforting reminder that you’re safe & warm in his arms and having the sweetest dreams. That’s all that matters. 💙

✶⋆.˚ Sprout! 🌱

Sprout did get pretty worried at first when he noticed your lack of energy, wondering if it’s something like a sickness or maybe you’re just not taking care of yourself. He might come across as a little invasive, asking things like, “What’s wrong?” or “How are you feeling?” and “Do you usually nap this long?” He can be a bit pushy, but it’s all coming from a place of concern.

Once you were finally able to convince him that nothing’s wrong and you’re just naturally in tune with your dreaming side, Sprout slowly stops offering you energy bars and soda pop literally every hour. Also, hey, if you can’t beat them, join them! That’s exactly what he did, Sprout will join you for your little naps, but if he can’t, he’ll simply bake while you rest on the couch nearby, occasionally checking in on you. Sprout’s gaze lingers on your peacefully sleepy expression, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks as he realizes he’s been staring.

Have you ever noticed how soft Sprout’s scarf looks? He’s always seen wearing it, but lately, some of the Toons have started to notice it’s now wrapped snugly around your neck instead of his. You almost melt into the fuzzy fabric when you doze off, and it makes such a perfect makeshift pillow with his scent lingering on it, making you miss Sprout so much more when he’s not around. Sometimes even Sprout himself forgets where his scarf went, only to find you loosely clutching it in your sleep. How adorable.

Sprout won’t let you nap just anywhere, though, your safety comes first! He’ll gently pick you up and carry you to a softer spot, making sure you have a blanket or pillow if you’re missing one. One time you dozed off after Astro let out a long yawn, which was so contagious that you were snoring within minutes. What happened after that? Oh, just waking up to find an entire pillow fort, freshly baked warm cookies, and Sprout smiling down at you, playfully teasing you for being so quick to succumb to sleep. He’s secretly counting on those cookies to help you power through the movie marathon he’s planned for the two of you, but he’s definitely not complaining about having such a cutie snoozing in his arms. ❤️

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[cawslew]

bonus anon rambling: to me, atsushi is kind of in the best position to give dazai something he's most likely to keep. i feel like dazai plays into what others perceive of him, but he fully believes that being "evil" or "bad" is something deeply embedded in him, which is why his time in the port mafia ends up making him miserably empty, even with what companionship he found there. regardless of his morality, i don't think he wants to be rejected by those he cares about, but the main people he cares for in the port mafia, he played a role in bringing them there. i feel like he can't reject atsushi because he pulled atsushi into a better place, going against what negative opinions he has of himself. dazai got a special soft spot for atsushi, specifically, because he sometimes seems like he's nervous about showing any morally dubious side of him to atsushi, so like how could be directly reject a gift without getting into his insecurities? it amuses me because the vibes i get from atsushi is that, while he is a bit simplistic, he isn't blind to the effort people put in for the greater good. i think he can distinguish those fine lines, especially because he notes the headmaster had a worse past than him and may have had good intentions during his time in the orphanage, but he doesn't really forgive the headmaster at all. to me, he believes dazai is good because dazai put in the effort to support him rather than a blind faith that dazai is good because he is his savior. canon dazai and atsushi's relationship just feels like one of those self-supporting ones because the people in it serve to bolster each other up. its kind of funny that i yapped this far given all this started because i just thought dazai probably has a lifeless room and he should decorate it.

I do love the yapping tho! Always love a good excuse to chat about the faves! But you’re definitely spot on when it comes to Dazai’s internal struggle and the self-image with Atsushi’s ability to see the effort and somewhat of a nuance in other people.

Dazai as a whole has problems with his own morality (which does make me love him for the amount of struggle he goes through). As you said, he does see himself as inherently evil, or you could even say broken. He loathes himself, and that fact always colors everything he does. Even when he DOES do good, he always brushes it off as calculating and manipulative rather than genuine care (He even helps the agency, yet when prompted about them being his friends, he is never able to admit it). Port Mafia shaped him that way in some way. It reinforced him to be like that, and even while he had people he obviously cared/cares about (Oda and Chuuya, for one), they were always shaped by the violence and systems he himself also perpetuated. So I do think he might feel like any love or care he receives might be BECAUSE of his utility or performance.

But then there’s Atsushi, who ABSOLUTELY doesn’t work that way, and Dazai knows it. Atsushi has this almost resilience and huge sense of justice that literally stagnated from his own suffering, abuse, and straight-up torture (Headmaster, when I get you—Headmaster, when I GET YOU—). Like you said, he doesn’t forgive the headmaster because he can see the harm he has done. He’s able to differentiate between someone who’s actively harmful and someone who’s putting in the work to do good. He’s seen the work and effort Dazai puts in, and he values it, even when Dazai doesn’t value it himself (though there’s also a fact that at the end of the day, in Atsushi’s mind, Dazai IS his savior. Someone who saved him from the streets. It’s a point I don’t see people often tackle when it comes to their relationship). Nevertheless, it’s not blind faith but a recognition for genuine care and an ultimate reason why Atsushi is actually suited to have an effect on Dazai as a whole. We all also know that Dazai puts on a facade, and he tries to seem better around Atsushi the most as he wants to keep Atsushi thinking of him as a better person than he is (Atsushi is obviously not blind; he knows WHAT Dazai used to be or what he’s doing, as in manipulative acts, etc. He might not know the scope, but he is well aware of Dazai not being a saint. Nonetheless, he thinks of him as a good person). So, ye, partially rejecting Atsushi’s gifts would feel like rejecting that trust, and Dazai could not bring himself to do so in the end, unless he would be able to actually weasel his way out by honey tongue (Is that phrase in ENG even? I will explain it then to make sure: it’s a phrase that refers to someone who speaks sweetly, persuasively, or in a flattering manner, usually in the context of charming or pleasing someone to the point of being manipulative or insincere. Basically, someone who uses smooth or sugary words to win others over). Rejecting that trust ultimately could mean on a personal level that it would unravel all the progress he’s made in the ADA, and THAT, RIGHT THERE, it would hit right at his insecurities. It’s so personal.

The self-supporting dynamic is such a great way to describe their relationship. Atsushi is someone Dazai can see as proof that his efforts to save people matter, while Dazai is someone Atsushi can look up to as well (Or at the very least someone who pushes him to do better. Not over the fact that after he stopped hallucinating the Headmaster, instead he hallucinates Dazai OR EVEN Akutagawa when he needs that push to do better...). Atsushi doesn’t idealize Dazai, but he appreciates him in a way that’s authentic, and that is probably why Dazai would hold onto every little thing Atsushi gives him at the end of the day.

Dazai’s lifeless, borderline ascetic room would just slowly be overtaken by those small thoughtful gifts from Atsushi. Like Atsushi giving him a tiny potted plant because "It’ll brighten the place up," and now Dazai has this ridiculous little plant on his desk, and he has to water it or feel guilty. Or even Atsushi giving him a picture frame with a group photo of the ADA, and now Dazai has an undeniable, physical proof of his connections sitting right there. And he can’t just put that stuff on any cabinet or any other place, they’re filled up by now with other stuff that Atsushi gave him. No matter where he looks, there’s always SOMETHING that was given to him.

Atsushi probably doesn’t even have any idea how deeply that affects Dazai. He was just trying to be nice and reciprocate, while Dazai is being forced to confront the fact that someone, in fact, CARES for him in a way that he couldn’t fully justify or deflect.

[drleggman]

Otoya Eita x reader

summary: Otoya learns that you had sex with his best friend, and the envy he feels isn't towards who he expected

tags: bi/pan!gn!reader, no physical descriptions (character & reader), established relationship (fwb), vague descriptions of sex, 18+ minors don't look or I'm telling your parents

wc: 1.9k

a/n: this is mostly just a convo between Otoya and reader, and the horny bits don't even directly involve him rip. it's very silly and unserious! sorry if you were expecting more

“Curve or no curve?”

Otoya’s question catches you off guard. You’d been sitting in relative silence until now—both reclining on his couch, legs intertwined between you with only the soft sounds of your respective video games filling the otherwise quiet room.

“What?”

“You prefer your cocks with a curve? Or without one?” He asks again like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

The music pouring lowly from the console in your hands stops abruptly, your game momentarily paused. “My bad for the confusion? I don’t always have dick on the mind, unlike you apparently.”

“Answer the question, will you?”

You take a moment to consider. And then another. Is one better than the other? This isn’t something you’d really put much thought to until now. “I… don’t think I have a preference.”

“Oh bullshit.” You can tell he's rolling his eyes without even seeing them.

“I don’t! You know what people say, it’s about how you use it or whatever. As long as your stroke game is good, it doesn’t really matter what your dick is like.” You shrug, and just as you’re about to return to your game, he pipes up again.

“Well Karasu said-“

“You talk about dick with Karasu?” You grin. This is more entertaining, you decide: fucking with him. You set your Switch on the coffee table beside you and give him your full attention.

“Will you shut the fuck- Ugh.” You hear a long exhale, and he sets his controller down. "Karasu said," he turns to you, eyes squinted and brows pinched together, “bottoms prefer it with a little curve. To hit all the good spots or whatever. I told him the same thing you told me, that it doesn’t matter.”

You blow air through your nose, grinning to yourself. Oh you know exactly why Karasu said that to him.

“He’s had a big head ever since I told him that,” you murmur.

“What?”

Your brow furrows. “What?”

“Since you told him what?”

“That the way his cock curves feels good…?”

He makes a face at that, pained and something else that you can’t quite place, and you hide behind your hand so he can’t see you snickering.

“Hated that.” He says, but you can’t help but notice that he’s blushing, though just barely. Almost as if he’s flustered. “How do you know what his dick feels like?”

“We’ve… had sex?” What kind of question is that? Is he stupid? “How else would I know that?”

He straightens up, noticeably more invested in the conversation now that you’ve divulged this information to him. “ When did that happen?”

“Why are you interrogating m-“

“When??” His tone is by no means stern, but he’s insistent. You’ve always known this to be true. He’ll pester you til the end of time if you don’t tell him what he wants to hear.

“Like, five months ago?”

You’re not even sure exactly. It happened when you and Karasu were both a little tipsy at a birthday party. Whose it was, you can’t remember. You’d been complaining to him about being pent up, and Otoya had chosen to spend the night with another girl. Karasu offered himself up, cozying up to you and whispering low and raspy into your ear, “How about I take care of you tonight, then?” He’d had his eye on you since you were first introduced to him, seizing the opportunity to finally get a taste of you as Otoya usually doesn’t let you out of his sight when he’s around.

“We were fucking then.” He states plainly. His expression is unreadable, ever the face of indifference even as his words contradict that sentiment.

“Otoya. Since when do you care about the other people I sleep with?”

“I don’t care. I’m just… curious.” You don’t think he’s even trying to be convincing. He won’t even look at you.

“It seems like you care.”

He chews on the inside of his cheek, gathering his thoughts. “I’ve never cared less about anything, actually.”

He does care. Obviously. You’ve talked to him about all of the women you’ve slept with since the two of you had started your relationship, if you can even call it that, and never once has he been this weird about it. It’s something you bonded over, in fact, because of course he’s sleeping around too. Sharing the intimate details of your trysts with other girls is a favorite pastime of yours. At some point Otoya started to wonder if he’s the only guy you’re actively having sex with, so to hear that not only is he not the only guy you’ve fucked recently, but that the other guy was Karasu Tabito, of all people, has him feeling. Feeling what, exactly? He’s not sure.

You know full well about how he likes to fantasize about you with your other partners after you’ve recounted every last detail to him, just as you do with him and his. He’ll let his hand slip between his legs, lazily pleasuring himself as he imagines you with the pretty girl you’d shown him a picture of—sometimes in front of you as you tell him about her, sometimes when he’s alone and too lazy to find a video to jerk off to.

Is it okay for him to think about Karasu like that? What exactly would it mean if he does? God, he has so many questions.

Were you a bit more dominant with him like you are with those girls he hears about? Or did his friend have to put you in your place after you started acting bratty like you do when you're with him? Karasu is a charmer though, and a sweet talker too. Maybe you didn't want to be bratty at all. Karasu has always had that subtle air of dominance about him. He knows how to get his way with people. He’s more than capable of teasing and talking down to you in a way that would lull you into a sense of submission. Otoya has seen it before, both on the field and off, the way that Karasu commands obedience.

He lets his mind wander further. He pictures you with Karasu. You're sweaty and panting, your hips grinding together and hands groping and tongues down each other’s throats. He can hear you so clearly in his mind. Can see the way your face scrunches up in pleasure. If Karasu’s dick really does feel as good as you say it does, it must leave you a whining, overstimulated mess by the time he’s done with you.

The image of Karasu is just as vivid. He can see the cocky smirk he wears as he comes undone underneath him. He can see the sweat beading down his forehead, his neck, and his chest. How he’s glistening with it as he puts more and more force into each thrust. He can hear him too, his honey-slicked words spilling from his lips that are pressed against his neck. And his cock… the ease with which it hits all of the right spots inside of him.

It’s gotta feel so fucking good, Otoya thinks to himself. And I bet he’s hung-

He cuts the thought off immediately once he realizes the gravity of it. He crinkles his nose as he wills away the image of his best friend on top of him.

“What is this?” You say, and suddenly Otoya is reminded of your presence.

He can pretend not to care about Karasu all he wants, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s visibly unsettled by what you’ve said. After knowing each other for as long as you have, you find him easy to read. The way he fidgets with the frayed fabric of his beanie, the way he refuses to meet your gaze. All easy tells. He’s lost in thought, and you think that whatever image he’s conjuring up in that pretty little head of his must be really good to get him to shut up for this long. “Are you… jealous?”

You’ve never seen him react like this to hearing about you fucking someone else. Otoya doesn’t care about exclusivity. He never has. You two sleep with whoever you want, whenever you want. You have a feeling it’s not the fact that it’s a man you slept with that’s getting to him, but rather because it was Karasu specifically.

“Why would I be jealous? I get to fuck you all the time.” You just barely catch the way his voice quivers.

Oh. He doesn’t even know. He’s got that look on his face, the one you’ve only seen a handful of times. It’s the face he makes when he wants something that he thinks is out of reach, and he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. His genuine confusion is almost endearing. He’s seemingly blissfully unaware of his own desires.

“I didn’t mean jealous of Karasu.”

He’s stone faced as he finally looks at you now. You can practically hear the gears turning in his head.

“You are, aren’t y-“

“Shut up.” He doesn’t let you finish. He doesn’t like what you’re implying, and he doesn’t want to unpack that.

You bark out a laugh. “Why were you even thinking about that conversation you two had anyway?”

“Shut. Up.”

You listen, though only for a moment. There’s a pregnant pause, and he’s daring you with his gaze to keep pressing.

“His cock does feel good-“

“Stop that.”

You raise an eyebrow, feigning confusion.

“Stop talking about my friend’s cock.”

Oh, but that wouldn’t be any fun, now would it? You have to push his buttons some more. “It’s not like it only feels good because it’s curved, though it does help.”

He says nothing, giving you one last opportunity to drop the topic before he turns his attention elsewhere.

“He just knows how to fuck, I think.”

Another sigh, then he turns back towards the tv and mutters, “I’m done with this conversation.”

He picks up his controller and unpauses his game, and the rhythmic sound of him tapping buttons fills the space between you. He’s getting his ass kicked, not that he doesn’t usually, but right now he seems to be particularly incapable of defending himself from the ai enemies on the screen. You can tell his focus is elsewhere, try as he might to pretend he’s more invested in the game than whatever thoughts are swirling around in his head.

Your lips are pursed as you hold in the words threatening to spill from you. He’s aware that you’re watching him, he can see you in his periphery. Your self restraint is running thin, and he’s started to squirm in anticipation, knowing full well you have some more bullshit to say.

“Have you ever played with your ass before?” You blurt it out before you’ve even realized it, hands clamping over your mouth as if you can’t believe you just said such a thing.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Again, he sighs. The game pauses and he briefly tightens then releases his grip on his controller. He sits on his answer for a moment, not yet sure if he should indulge you further. Maybe if he imagines it hard enough, he can explode you with his mind and be done with this.

“Yes, I’ve played with my ass before.”

You beam, the part of you expecting him to just call you a freak and disregard your question entirely put at ease. “Did you like it??”

You're much too excited about this for his liking. “I- yeah… I did.” Head rolling back onto the couch and his whole body slackening, he looks utterly defeated. You, on the other hand, are basking in your victory. You’re peeling away at him, layer by layer. Unveiling his desires that he’s kept hidden so deep within him he may not even be sure they’re there. “It’s just usually too much of a hassle to do it most of the time...”

Your tongue pokes out to wet your lips, and he watches the movement with rapt attention. “I have this toy… It looks a lot like Karasu’s dick…”

His eyes snap back to yours in an instant, and you continue on as if he’s not silently pleading with you to have mercy on him. To stop implanting these images in his head.

“It’s not quite as thick, but it’s got the same subtle, upward curve~” Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth. Otoya watches again, letting himself get lost in the visual to distract from what you’re saying to him.

You feel his leg shift between yours. His foot trails up, settling just shy of the apex of where your thigh meets your hip. “Okay… You’re telling me this why…?”

“We should try it.” You grin. His face goes flush. “On you, of course.”

“And why do you think we should do that?”

You sit up and push yourself towards him. He tries to back away, but there’s nowhere for him to escape to.

“So you know what to expect when you finally decide to ask Karasu to have his way with you.”

divider by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[jarvislover]

me looking at lemondemonlover classmate after they talk about their interests to me (its the second time ive befriended the shy and anti-social classmate ) (ive been eyeing them since day one. trust.) (im so glad shes apart of our gang noww) (AGGHHHH IM CRASHING OUT) (im so mad they get made fun of so often istg im gonna start protecting her with my life for now on if it continues)

[keferon]

Don’t mind me I just like to see him go bananas about cartoonish Autobot rules

Maaan…..if Prowl was in tfp he would spontaneously combust at least once a day

[nerves-nebula]

i have such a soft spot for that kind of redneck southern accent yknow. its so adorable

[coldflasher]

was rewatching the pilot again yesterday for fic reasons and thinking again about the sherlock-style screen annotations they had when barry was doing CSI work that they literally only did in the first ep and then never revisited again, presumably because they realized it'd be far too much effort to work out the details on such a precise level

and thinking about like. that barry allen with the hyper-precise exact measurements that he did by eye (with joe shaking his head in awe so you know that he's a CSI supergenius) vs. the leonard snart who timed his heists to the exact nanosecond (which again, presuming they ditched because it's a logistical nightmare to write dialogue that nitpicky and obsessive, and would be such a fucking pain to do on a week-to-week basis). like. yet another reason they are soulmates tbh. is audhd4autistic a thing the same way t4t is a thing? if it isn't then i'm making it a thing

[qoldenskies]

The shitpost comic I made is mostly canon compliant now.. I can rest peacefully.. UNLIKE KITSUNEEE THANK GOD

:3 anywho,, I LOVED chapter 23 . your symbolism and . Just . Writing in general are so captivating all the time?? I love reading it so so so much that’s something I’ll repeat over and over until my fingers fall off from typing so much . GOD. THE MIKEY SCENE. QOLDEN YOU ASSHOLE (affectionate)

THANK YOU THANK YOU !!! poor mikey got to go feral as fuck at the cost of his own mental health. when i tagged this protective siblings i was not lying lmfao,,, can you dead dove protective siblings? because i am not joking about the protective siblings. mikey and leo both have moments were they snap and go COMPLETELY apeshit now,, raph doesnt get to properly join in because that is kind of a deeply loaded thing for him to do after. yknow //gestures at the end of CL