#i may even write a second part to this but who knows heheh

[sunshinereddie]

a month after her husband’s passing, patty uris sees something strange on the news.

it’s a story about a missing person, a man who has been missing for a month now- a man named edward kaspbrak. patty watches as the news anchor explains the story, about how edward one day got up and left his job in new york without notice, told his wife he would be gone for a few days, and has not been seen or heard from since. a video recording plays of mrs kaspbrak, advocating that this behaviour was completely out of character for her husband, how something was definitely wrong with, that she fears something has happened to him, that she just wants to find him. the date on that video is three weeks old. edward kaspbrak remains missing.

the news anchor goes on to explain how the search for the man has extended out of new york and into neighbouring states and even further in the attempts to find him, but patty isn’t really listening to the words being spoken. because she is far too busy looking at the picture of the man in the top right corner of the television, her heart pounding in her chest and her hands beginning to shake…

because she knows that man.

well, she doesn’t ‘know’ him- she’s never met him before in her life. but his face, she knows she’s seen it before. and the name, kaspbrak, she’s definitely heard it before, but not with the first name ‘edward’… no, she knew him as something else, a nickname…

patty drops whatever she’s doing and rushes into her bedroom, opening up her closet and pushing all of her clothes aside. her late husband had always been quite sentimental, and stanley had kept quite a few mementos from his youth all the way through adulthood- and he kept them all in these boxes at the back of their closet. patty pulled out the dusty boxes, and with trembling hands, she opened them for the first time without stanley.

in the boxes were various random objects, perhaps looking like junk to someone else, but patty knew that they were some of stanley’s most loved possessions. an old battered copy of a birdwatching book, the first one stanley had ever received as a child. the baseball from the game where stanley had gotten the winning point for his team (stanley had stopped playing long before he had met patty, but he had never stopped being sentimental about that game). patty shuffled various yearbooks, trading cards, and journals that littered the box, until she came across what it was she was looking for: a photo album.

she placed the book on her lap, reading the title that stanley had written in his neat printing: ‘SUMMER 1989’. she hesitantly flipped open the book, and began looking through the pages. each one was filled with photographs, of her husband at twelve years old along with the group of friends she had always heard so much about. not so much as of recently (in the years before his death, it seemed as though stan’s memory of his past was starting to grow worse and worse), but when they had first started dating, oh how her husband- then boyfriend- had told her stories. stories about his friends, “the losers club” they had called themselves. how they were the best friends stan had ever had, how they were a little less like friends and a little more like family. stanley spoke of them less and less as the years went on, but patty never forgot- she could never forget about the people who had made her husband so happy and so loved, despite never having met them herself.

but she wasn’t looking through the photo album just for the memories- she was looking for something. someone. and it was close to the end of the book (well, it wasn’t quite the “end” of the book, it was only about halfway through, but that was where the pictures mysteriously stopped, and made patty wonder what had happened the rest of that summer) that she finally found it: the picture that made her blood run cold.

it was a photograph of her husband during that summer of ‘89. he wore a small smile on his face as he stared into the camera, but it wasn’t him that patty was focused on. instead, she was looking at the other person in the picture- the boy who had his arm thrown around stanley’s shoulder, and a wide, toothy grin on his face. his face was thirty years younger and ever so distorted from the poor quality of the old picture, but there was no mistaking it.

it was the face of the man patty saw on the news.

she picked off the piece of tape holding the photograph against the page, and slowly turned the picture over, where she was once again met with stan’s neat printing on the back of the picture- and this time, it felt like her heart stopped.

July 27th, 1989- Stanley Uris & Eddie Kaspbrak.

there it was. eddie kaspbrak- the man patty saw on the news. the man who was missing. as she read the name over and over again, then flipped the picture over and stared at the young boy’s face, it felt like the world around her was slowly starting to fall around her.

she always thought that there was something not quite right about stanley’s death. how sudden, how unexpected it had been. but now… things were starting to become far too strange for her. first, stanley’s death. then, just the very next day she had received a frantic phone call from a woman claiming to be his old friend, asking about him. and now, one of stanley’s best friends from childhood, the ‘eddie’ that patty used to hear so much about, was missing? and from the sounds of it, had gone missing right around the same time stanley had passed a month earlier.

patty’s hands dropped to her lap, the photo album falling to the floor in front of her. as she stared down at the photograph, those two young smiling faces staring back at her, she had only one thought going through her mind.

what had really happened to her husband?

[kidsinsaturn]

OMG HIII! I'M SO GLAD TO SEE YOU HAVEN'T ABANDONED THIS BLOG. YOU'RE LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVOURITE CREATORS HERE.

I hope that your life has been well so far and sorry for my little outburst of joy.

I'm really looking forward to your new posts but please don't stress yourself about it.

Have a lovely day

boyfriend obito headcanons

[🗼] just because I've been feeling a bit silly about this little guy, and I know I already have hcs of him but,,, it's not enough

and YESS I may have been off for a year but i'll always have that annual Naruto brainrot that lasts like six months lool but thank you lots anon love yaaa

character: obito uchiha

genre: sfw; fluff; nsfw

warnings: gn!reader; established relationship; silly obito; everyone happy au bc uwu; mention of insecurities; slight size kink

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-god, obito has been in my mind lately, and how could he not? he is sooo boyfriend material, he created the basic rules for a relationship to work, he is basically the creator of love

-he is just so silly at the beginning of your relationship!! like!! as if kakashi wasn't the reason you two got together because obito couldn't just go and confess to you!! are you nuts?? he'd lose it

-speaking of which, his confession was probably so messed up, but!! he didn't want to, wouldn't allow you to confess because he has that idea that it should be him who brings the relationship to a start

-"may I have the honor of being your boyfriend?" type of guy

-he literally asks everyone for advice and that's probably how you ended up knowing his feelings. obito told everyone and his friends just passed the word until it landed on you

-regardless of that messy start--obito will remember it and feel bad about it until the day he dies--, obito is a great boyfriend, like I said, he is a bit silly and the thing is, he may have idealized relationships too much

-obito may have watched all those stupid cliche movies in secret and thought that's how relationships are supposed to work!!

-would get into a fight for you, write you love letters, plan a secret date. any situation that appears on the kissing booth movies he is so willing to recreate them lol

-obito believes there is no such thing as the "3-month honeymoon phase" LIKE all the time, all the months, all the SECONDS he is with you should be honeymoon phase. only to be reinforced once you two get married

-of course it is beautiful and everything he does makes your stomach flutter with joy-- he is a gentleman ALWAYS, he holds the door for you, steps in first if it's a new place, and goes behind you everywhere

-and ok this is a bit angsty im sorry but this silly dude right here is very insecure okay:( I gotta be real here

-he didn't have a lot of recognition when he was a little boy and that may have messed him up a little. he will always feel like he is not enough for you, and that may cause some arguments sometimes

-he just says that you are too much for him and that he doesn't provide you that much and you're just like obito please go to sleep it's 4am

-and that's the tiring part probably: that he has these random bursts of self-consciousness at the most random times. you two are just eating and talking about some things your friends did, and oh obito just got this tight tug at his chest the second he thinks too much about your or his male friends. or even if he just saved you in a mission or whatever and it takes him like three business days to realize that he could have done a better job at rescuing you

-just be thoughtful with him ok because he seems the kind of guy that goes to sleep thinking about everything you said, nice or rude. overthinking king

-aside from his little insecurities heheh obito is giving you princess treatment like always and duhh if he doesn't do it, he beats himself up. obito has some "traditional ideas" about boyfriend and girlfriend, such as the woman should always receive flowers, never go alone in the street, and always have something of him with her (like a picture hahah silly boy)

-if you're into something like a sport or ballet or just something that's similar to a performance, he will be there at EVERY show or game, he will not miss any of them, and the day he is not there, that's probably because he is dead

-he is there holding the largest and most obvious poster with your face on the middle and the most Tumblr phrase he could think of. he blocks the view from the people in the back but he does NOT care

-if you are into something more private, obito will always be so happy providing your with materials and just his sweet time watching you as the most marvelous creature the gods ever created

-he always has the best intentions for everything. if something goes the wrong way, he is so devastated. say that you have too much work/paperwork/homework lately and he just wants to relieve some stress off your shoulders!! poor baby just made things worse: everything is on the wrong place and just his help wasn't helpful. obito feels stupid and dumb. he ends up cooking you something

-obito has all the love language because mmm his partner should feel loved in all the possible ways. just give him quality time and that's enough for him

-but overall, great boyfriend, he is your number one fan, admires absolutely everything you do and when you're not looking, little hearts form in his eyes when he looks at you, he is just so smitten he might as well just ask you to marry him after three weeks of dating

nsfw ->

-man gets hard just by hugging you

-please do not make fun of his condition okay:( he was just sexually restrained as a teen, and just overall shy about anything that had to do with sexy times

-my own hot take but obito probably stayed virgin by choice. like he was desperately waiting for the one to lose his v-card with because otherwise he feels like he is betraying his true love

-and ohhhh obito has NO idea of the beautiful, marvelous, oozing body he possesses. he is big, strong, tall, thick, and just mmmmm

-the first time you mention somehitng about his physique, he gets all flustered!! if you were in the middle of the act, he would need two minutes to calm down or he will cum by just hearing sweet words

-beautiful dick OBVS, he doesn't know how to use it, lets be reals. if you are his first time, he is so messy. his movements are so asymmetrical and have zero rhythm. after a few times, he learns

-I can only dream about obito's cock PLEASE. large, thick, curved just the right way to make you squirm. just BIG. his dick just springs up every time he takes his pants off and it hits his abdomen in the most sensual way posible. cock possible as large as your head whaaat

-his pre-cum is so bitter!! the first time you tasted it, you made a face. his cum is even sourer. obito feels a bit bad but he understands and doesn't say anything

-you are literally what matters during those sexy moments. he does not allow himself to feel any pleasure before you. it takes you a lot (just kneeling) to give him a head

-please all your sounds should be moans, or whimpers, or small screams of satisfaction, because if he SEES, or hears, or just senses that he may have hurt you, he stops completely and doesn't touch you until you convince him you are fine

-king of aftercare

[mint-yooxgi]

For The Hell of It - Ateez X Tall!Chubby!Reader

Crack!Fic & Idol AU

Genre: Fluff, Humour, Crack

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 7,178

A/n: So, this was inspired by my own frustrations as both a tall and chubby girl and always seeing indicators about how “small” the reader is compared to the love interest in reader insert fics. It’s time to pin THEM against the wall! They swim in YOUR clothes!! Hehehe As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Disclaimer: This fic isn’t meant to ‘call anyone out’ if they use these tropes or do these things the reader rants a bit about to start. This is just me writing out some of my feelings and expression emotions surrounding my own frustrations. If you aren’t tall or chubby, you’re still most definitely welcome to read this! It might put some things into perspective for you, who knows! Also, as a reference, I'm literally as tall as Mingi, so that’s how I pictured heights in this lol there may or may not be smuts to come of this later in the future, but that’s still undecided. ;)

Summary: San finally gets to live out one of his fantasies... yet, so do all of his friends.

A Friday night unlike any other. Well, for the most part. You finally had an evening where all of your schedules lined up, so you agreed to spend the night drinking with the guys. They were all celebrating a successful tour wrapping up, and the start of a month long vacation to rest after their most recent comeback. You, on the other hand, are celebrating a promotion at work, with a generous pay raise to boot.

You’re just happy you can all find jobs that you love, and still find time with each other to spend hanging out. You haven’t been best friends for years for nothing.

“No, I’m serious!” You continue, noticing you have every single one of their gazes transfixed on you right now. “I can’t count the amount of fics I’ve read that someone has sent me where it’s supposed to be a second person point of view, only for it to say some shit like, “you looked up into his eyes” or “character tilted your head up to meet his gaze”. Don’t even get me started on the “swimming in his clothes” trope.”

The way you snort is echoed by both Yeosang and Wooyoung.

“Literally, it’s so annoying when you’re reading something, get almost fully immersed in it, only for the “he towered over your small frame” to get thrown into the mix.” You continue, gesturing at yourself with your hands to emphasize your next point. “Like, what part of me is small?”

You laugh, incredulously, and most of them can only blink at you in shock.

“Listen, if I want to imagine myself, I don’t know, sword fighting with Zoro, I’m definitely going to be eye level with him.” You rant. “I’m literally taller than he is!”

“You read One Piece fanfiction?” Jongho asks, a teasing glint in his eyes as he takes another sip of his drink.

“There is a serious lack of Shanks reader inserts, and I am devastated,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Wooyoung leans forward, a mischievous quirk to the corner of his lips. “So, then, have you ever read any fanfiction about us?”

Your eyes gleam, “wouldn’t you like to know, loverboy.”

Mingi snorts out a laugh, right alongside Yunho as Wooyoung pouts.

“My one friend sent me a Changbin size kink one once,” you recall, scrunching your nose. “Weirder when you know the person, but like, I’m literally double his size. Was hilarious when my friend tried to explain to me how that was supposed to work when there’s no way in hell he could ever make me feel small.”

“Okay,” Hongjoong leans back onto the couch. “Don’t need to know that.”

“I can’t wait to tell Binnie about this,” Wooyoung cackles, already pulling out his phone to text said male.

“Like, I know it’s not the worst inclusion issue that reader inserts have,” you comment, shaking your head. “Don’t even get me started on the descriptions of skin tone or hair type. Yet, it just gets so frustrating when every fic you read isn’t as inclusive to you as you’ve been lead to believe.”

“Write your own,” Yeosang shrugs, offering a solution.

“I do!” You reply, and you watch as nearly all of their eyebrows disappear into their hairlines. “Though, half of the time it’s easier said than done.”

They nod, seemingly in understanding as you continue to rant.

“Literally, for once I just want to read a fic where the reader pins the guys against the wall.” You take another sip of your drink. “Have him wear my clothes for a change, and see how he swims in my hoodie.”

You fail to notice the way both Seonghwa and Jongho shift slightly in their spots, both swallowing thickly.

“And don’t even get me started on a lot of the chubby reader type fics out there.” You sigh, shaking your head once more. “I’m more than just my insecurities, but that’s all chubby people seem to be known for. Like, I’m fat, not ugly.”

The guys all tip their drinks in acknowledgement at that, agreeing with you wholeheartedly.

“Do you know how venerating it was when Resident Evil Eight came out, and everyone and their mom started simping for Lady Dimitrescu? Confidence boosting to the max. The fics that came out of it were immaculate.” You lift your hands in front of you for emphasis, touching your pointer finger to your thumb.

“Oh yeah, Sannie boy had much to say about her,” Wooyoung teases, and you notice the aforementioned man turn bright red.

“Hey!” He reaches over to hit Wooyoung’s knee harshly.

“Boy wanted to be pinned to the wall so bad he asked me to do it for him,” Yunho chuckles, only causing the younger male’s blush to deepen.

“Did you do it?” You raise a brow, pure mirth dancing on your features.

“No,” Yunho chuckles, shaking his head. “I didn’t.”

“Neither did I,” Mingi adds, grin stretching across his features and causing his eyes to crinkle at the sides.

You turn to Seonghwa who just shakes his head in response.

“Wow, some friends you are,” you laugh, turning your gaze to a pouting San in the next moment. “Still want to be pinned to a wall?”

Suddenly, he can no longer meet your gaze, embarrassed sputters escaping his lips. Yet, he doesn’t deny it.

“Wait, have none of you ever been pinned to a wall?” You look around, seeing as they all shake their heads in response. “Received a kabedon by someone you like?” More denials fall from their lips. “Then, I’m assuming you’ve never been lifted against a wall, either?”

“Can’t say that I have.” Jongho grumbles, lips tugging downwards in the corners as if the thought greatly distresses him.

“Seriously, you guys are missing out.” You take a sip of your drink. “Though, can’t say that I have, either. In fiction, though, apparently I’m a goddamn feather.”

A brief moment of silence passes over all of you as you collectively take sips of your drinks. Then, you’re turning to look at San.

“Do you still want to be pinned to the wall?” Your brow quirks as you ask him this for the second time, noticing how more than just San shifts slightly in his spot.

He averts his gaze, suddenly finding the coffee table between you the most fascinating thing. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” you stand, stretching your back out as you do so. “Let’s go.”

His head immediately raises to look at you, mild shock pulling at his features. It’s most apparent in the slight way his eyes widen, lips parting as he meets your gaze.

“I’ll pin you to a wall if you want,” you shrug stepping out of the sitting area and cracking your neck. “I am taller than you, and as long as you’re okay with it-“

“No fair! How come San is the only one that gets to be pinned to a wall by you?” Wooyoung complains, quite loudly at that.

“Oh, my offer is open to all of you,” you huff out an amused laugh. “If you want.”

The way you see them all straighten has the grin on your lips widening.

“I can’t promise I’m who you want to pin you, but just picture it’s someone else if you’d like.” You shrug. “But I’m willing if you are.”

Wooyoung physically hops off of the couch before attempting to male his way over to you. Only, he gets harshly pulled back down into his spot by Yeosang in the next moment.

You quirk a brow.

“The offer was for San first,” Yeosang grumbles, and though he tries to hide it, his cheeks begin turning the slightest bit darker as a blush dusts his features.

“So,” you trail off, tilting your head slightly to the side, “is that a ‘yes’?”

Both Yunho and Hongjoong quirk their bros at you, while Wooyoung nods eagerly. At the way Seonghwa, Yeosang, and Mingi blush, you know you have them, too.

“Well, if you’re offering,” Jongho shrugs, tossing the remaining contents of his drink back as he settles fully into the couch.

Wordlessly, Mingi pours him another one.

“Make it sound like I’m forcing you, why don’t you,” you snort, rolling your eyes. “Just say you don’t want to do it. You don’t have to give in to peer pressure, bubs.”

“Oh no, I’d love to see this.” Jongho grins, a sudden gleam to his eyes.

“Well, I’m first!” San immediately pops up onto his feet.

You grin, “someone really is eager.”

“It’s only been the biggest fantasy of his for-“

A hand gets clamped over Wooyoung’s mouth curtesy of Yeosang.

If your eyes could go any wider, you swear that they’d fall right out of your head.

“How do you want me?” San asks, moving beside you near the wall.

“Those are dangerous words, Sannie boy,” you smirk, turning fully to face him and noticing how he glances up into your eyes. “This is all about your comfortability though. The second you want space, or anything, you let me know. Okay?”

“Okay,” he nods his understanding.

“Do you want a full immersive experience, or just what you signed up for?” You ask, taking a step towards him while he takes one back.

The sudden dark look in your eyes makes his lips part, excitement strumming through his veins. At the way you quirk a brow at him, he realizes he still has yet to answer you.

“Uh,” how is his brain already this fuzzy when you haven’t even done anything to him yet? You’ve been close before, San clinging to you more often than not. However, it’s just so much different when he’s on the receiving end for once. So much more intense.

“Immersive! Immersive! Immersive!” Wooyoung begins to chant, followed shortly by both Mingi and Yunho. Even Seonghwa cannot help but to lowly add in his voice to the chanting.

San swallows, licking his lips. “Immersive.”

A cheer rising up from the other males in the room greets your ears, and it only serves to boost your ego for the moment.

Again, you quirk a brow. “Ready?”

A nod is all the confirmation you get before you’re bringing a hand up to firmly press it against the wall beside his head. The sound of your palm making contact is synonymous with the way his breath hitches as he watches you lean into him.

Slowly, you bring your opposite hand up to rest your fingers lightly against his chin. Your eyes hood over as you lift his head to make sure he’s staring deeply into your gaze.

You shift closer, the corner of your lips quirking upwards.

San’s breathing deepens, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows again thickly. Briefly, his eyes dart down to your lips. A fact of which, you seem to notice.

“Quite a different feeling when you’re on the receiving end, huh, Sannie?” You lean in, breath ticking the shell of his ear.

A shudder wracks his entire body, goosebumps trailing up his arms as his chest just brushes against your own with each breath he takes. His lips clamp shut, suppressing the moan that wants to escape him.

“Do you want to wrap your leg around-“

The question hasn’t even finished leaving your mouth when you feel him lift his left leg to loop it around your side. Your hand immediately finds purchase on his thigh, and you can physically feel the way he trembles within your touch.

A chorus of ‘oh’s echoes behind you.

“Shut up!” San snaps, turning his head to glare at his group mates.

Unfortunately for him, the movement causes you to drop his leg, backing off of him shortly after.

San’s lucky to turn back around to face the others the moment you move off of him, for you fail to see the way he slaps the sides of his cheeks with both hands. The way he can feel his skin continuing to heat beneath his own touch only adds to the fire burning within his soul from these turn of events.

He knows you said he could picture anybody pinning him, but the fact that it was you somehow made it so much more intense. It was - you are - perfect in every way, and this has just made him realize that. How could you fit together so easily, like this was a position you had always been meant to be in with him?

The worst part is, it’s over, and he may never get to experience this type of euphoria again.

“Alright, who’s next?” You turn to the remaining males, not noticing the crisis San seems to be having against the wall behind you.

“Oh, me, me!” Wooyoung, again, eagerly pops up from the couch, only to be dragged back down by Jongho this time.

“I’ll go,” Yunho surprises you by standing to his feet. At the curious looks both Hongjoong and Yeosang send him, he’s shrugging. “What? I’m intrigued.”

“Alright, Beanpole,” you motion him over using two fingers in a ‘come here’ gesture. “You’re next.”

He mumbles slightly under his breath about you calling him ‘Beanpole’ again, stating how you’re no different, seeing as you’re practically eye-level with him. Though, with the way he eagerly steps over Mingi who still rests on the floor, you can tell he’s attempting to maintain his composure for now.

Finally, San walks back to his spot beside Seonghwa, almost as if in a daze. Only when the elder male pats the younger on the shoulder does he seemingly snap out of it. In the next moment, San sits back on the ground, pulling a pillow over his lap as he leans forward.

“If my back gives out, you guys are paying for my medical bills,” you casually comment, turning towards Yunho who leans against the wall.

“Are you planning to lift us?” Hongjoong asks, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Possibly,” you shrug. “Depends on if you want the full immersive experience or not. I’ve got ideas for all of you.”

“Oh, so you’ve thought about this before?” Yunho’s familiar smug grin begins to pull at his features.

“Not necessarily,” you hum. “It’s just more interesting this way.”

“Then, please,” he meets your gaze, “immerse me.”

The moment those words escape his lips, you’re in front of him. Your hands gently grab his waist, before stepping directly into him. Your brow quirks just as you hear his breath hitch.

“When I tell you to jump, jump.” You say, a playful gleam shining in your eyes.

He nods.

“Jump.” 

The moment your hands settle on the skin of his thighs, you press yourself fully against him. The way your chest feels rising and falling against his own sets his heart fluttering in his chest. Not to mention the way you quite literally have him pinned against the wall in your arms. 

His eyes are wide, breath hitching in his throat as the full reality of the situation comes crashing down upon him. Never has he imagined that he could be the one being held against the wall like this. The way your eyes shine as they continue to stare into his own only make it that much more intense.

Yunho swallows as he hears you giggle. 

Shit, he really wasn’t prepared for this.

“What’s the matter, Yuyu?” You tease, breath tickling the skin of his neck as you lean into him. “Tall girl caught your tongue?”

A few hoots and hollers are heard from the others as Yunho’s ears turn bright red. His lips part in answer, but no words escape him, too immersed in the feeling of your warm, plush body pressing against his own. The way that you’re suddenly slightly even taller than before as you hold him against the wall, his legs wrapped around your waist, has a pleasant shiver running down his spine.

A moment later, and you’re dropping his legs back to the floor.

You smile, patting the side of his gobsmacked face gently. “There ya go, beanpole. Now you know what it’s like.”

Turning around, you see Mingi practically rush to his feet. “Me next.”

You chuckle at his eagerness as Yunho slowly walks back to his spot, caught in a trance.

Just as San was before him, Yunho cannot help but marvel at the feeling of having you pin him to the wall. He never really thought about it before, and it was simply to sate that curiosity in his mind, but the fact that it was you, and that he enjoyed it immensely because it was you, is making his head spin.

He swallows thickly.

“Come on, Big Boy,” you extend your hand out to Mingi in offering, to which he gladly takes.

A giddy smile rests on his features as you guide him over to the wall. The eagerness you can sense radiating off of him is contagious, and you cannot help but to mirror his expression.

Your lips part in question, but Mingi beats you to it.

“Immersive.” He confirms with a firm nod, only causing you to chuckle lightly in response.

“I think it’s safe to say we all want the immersive experience right now,” Seonghwa voices, and you spare a glance back at the group to see all of them eagerly nodding at you.

“And here I thought I was touch starved,” you joke, a giggle to your words.

“Hey!” Wooyoung complains. “When you have a pretty lady offering to pin you to the wall, call us, and then see how you feel.”

Compliments from them, especially Wooyoung, are not unusual. However, something about this time feels different when he says this. Perhaps it’s the way he never breaks eye contact with you, or perhaps it’s the way you can just feel how sincere his words are. Still, it shocks you to your core.

You let out an amused puff, turning back to face the male trembling in excitement against the wall.

“Woah, there, Big Boy,” you grin. “Don’t be turning full Chihuahua on me.”

“Oh, leave the poor man alone,” Hongjoong joins in on the teasing. “He’s just excited.”

“It’s not like I’m giving him a lap dance.” You chuckle, stepping in closer as you watch Mingi’s face turn a bright red.

“Are you offering?” Wooyoung sounds just a tad too hopeful.

“Don’t even joke about that, Woo,” San throws the pillow in his lap at his friend.

“Yeah, cause you probably wouldn’t be able to hide your boner next time.” Yeosang deadpans.

A beat of silence.

Laughter erupts throughout the room as San turns bright red once more, stuttering out denials all the while. 

“You won’t be laughing when it’s your turn!” He shouts, pulling his knees up to his chest as a pout pulls at his lips.

“Hey, no judgement here,” you grin, raising your hand nonchalantly in his direction. “Huge confidence boost when knowing you can turn someone on like that.”

San sticks his tongue out in Wooyoung’s direction as if to say, ‘so, there.’ 

You chuckle once more, taking the time to casually lean against the wall right beside Mingi using your one hand. The way you see his whole body freeze for a moment as his breath gets caught in his throat has a smug grin pulling at your features.

“By the way, are we still on for movie night next week?” You ask casually, completely ignoring the male beside you for the moment.

“I swear, if you make us marathon Star Wars again,” Hongjoong jokingly turns to glare at Seonghwa.

“Oh, give the guy a break,” you comment. “It’s his favourite series.”

“Have you seen the new Lego Death Star that just came out?” His eyes light up, looking around hopefully at each of the males scattered around the room.

Yunho nods, somewhat aware of what the elder male is talking about as the topic of Legos is discussed.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Mingi finally calming down. Though, the slight pout that pulls onto his features has you leaning in to his ear.

“Don’t worry, Min, I haven’t forgotten about you,” you whisper, lips but a hairsbreadth from his ear. He shivers again, and you smirk. “Immersive, remember?”

In the blink of an eye, you’ve shifted your position to stand directly in front of the male. Your head is still buried in his neck, nose barely brushing against his skin as his breath hitches once more. Again, your hands settle on his hips as you lean into him, and he swears he can feel you smirking against the side of his throat.

The room goes silent, watching the scene unfold before them. The others seem just as caught off guard as Mingi is by your sudden shift in position.

Yet, why are Yeosang, San, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong suddenly all feeling jealous?

You pull away form Mingi’s neck only to move in impossibly closer. Your one leg slips between his own, nose brushing against his as the corner of your lips tugs upwards. In the next moment, you’re lifting a hand to cup the side of his face.

The way your thumb tenderly strokes along his cheekbone as you step away mirrors how your touch fades from his skin. A fact of which he doesn’t like all that much, body attempting to follow yours as you pull away.

“Someone likes attention more than I thought,” your voice is light, a teasing glint to your eyes as Mingi begins stuttering before you.

“You can’t blame the man,” Jongho takes another sip of his drink. “You’re acting hella intimate with us all of a sudden.”

“I said immersive, remember,” you playfully wink at the youngest, noticing how he hides the lower half of his face behind his glass in the next second. “If you don’t want it, I won’t do it. I told you, I’m not trying to make any of you uncomfortable.”

“Well, more for me, then,” this time when Wooyoung stands up, neither Jongho nor Yeosang stops him. “Make it as immersive as you’d like, Darling.”

“As long as you can handle it, Baby Boy,” the moment the words slip passed your lips, a chorus of ‘oh’s reach your ears again.

Just as Wooyoung happily bounds over to you, you notice Mingi trudging back over to his spot on the floor.

Mingi cannot help himself. He’s distracted, mind reeling with the revelations of the past events that he’s just experienced. The only problem is, now, he wants more. He wants you to hold him against the wall like you did Yunho. He wants you lean into him again, just like you did with San. Only this time, he wants to feel your lips on his own.

He shakes his head. What is he thinking? You’re one of their closest friends. He shouldn’t be thinking about all the other ways that you can pin him, and then how he can pin you to the wall. Perhaps, even to the bed…

“Oh, this is going to be good,” San shifts forward, eagerly watching as his best friend finally gets to experience what he did only a short while ago.

Wooyoung is eager. In fact, he’s the most visibly eager out of all of them so far. Well, that you can tell. He even goes so far as to reach out for you, back not quite pressed against the wall.

Before he can so much as touch you, though, you have his wrists in your hands, pinning him to the wall. You lean into him, body towering over his smaller frame as a choked moan manages to escapes his lips. From the way red begins to creep up his neck, you know that he did not mean for that to come out so suddenly.

“Did I say you could touch me?” Your voice lowers, head tilting to the side almost mockingly.

His eyes go wide, and you’re surprised how willingly he shakes his head ‘no’.

The corner of your lips raise. “Good boy.”

This time, the moan that escapes him is much louder than the first. You watch on in amusement as he begins squirming beneath your hold, hips shifting slightly against the wall as you keep the lower half of your body distanced from his. He whines slightly when he realizes you aren’t budging.

Behind you, the rest of the guy’s jaws drop.

“You were just waiting for this, weren’t you?” You hum lowly, feigning concern for his current state. “Desperately wanting someone to hold you like this against the wall?”

Wooyoung bites down on his bottom lip, nodding shamelessly.

You step in closer, and you can physically feel how his body melts into yours. You lean into his neck, lips ghosting the skin just below his ear. “Good boy.”

The moment you back away from him, Wooyoung lets out a whine in protest. As soon as you release your hold on his wrists, he reaches for you, but you easily dodge his hands. A chuckle falls from your lips as you see him pout.

“So,” Hongjoong’s voice draws your attention to his smirking features across the room, “you’re a domme.”

“What was your first clue?” You quirk a brow back at him, amusement dancing in your eyes. In the next second, you shake your head, noticing how Wooyoung begins to walk back to his spot in a haze, that pout still tugging on his lips. “When I want to be, I can do both. Not that any of you will get to experience either.”

“Not that we’d want to,” Jongho rolls his eyes playfully.

You point in his direction, “hurtful.”

“Never say never,” Seonghwa breathes, seemingly lost in his own world for the moment.

Your brow raises, mild surprise painting your features as he seemingly comes back to reality. The tips of his ears begin to go red once he’s realized what he’s just said.

“Well, I think our eldest here should go next, then.” Yunho claps the male on his shoulder, giving him a firm shove forward all the while.

“Yeah, come on, Hwa,” San encourages, a knowing gleam in his eyes. “It’s much more fun than it looks.”

“It looked to me like you were having a lot of fun, there, San,” Seonghwa’s eyes sharpen slightly as he pushes himself to his feet.

“I can’t watch,” Yeosang shakes his head playfully, standing to his feet and heading down your hallway in the next second.

Your eyes follow the movement, amusement shining within.

Seonghwa stepping towards you draws your attention.

“I’ve never been a fan of getting pinned to a wall.” He states, somewhat bluntly.

“I don’t have to pin you to the wall, you know.” You grin, nudging his shoulder lightly with your own.

“I thought the whole point of this was to ‘show us what it feels like’,” Jongho comments, placing his now empty glass onto the coffee table before him.

“There are other ways to encapsulate the same types of feelings,” you reply, placing a gentle hand onto Seonghwa’s shoulder.

“And just how do you plan on doing that?” He raises a brow curiously at you.

“Wrap your arms around my shoulders,” you begin, already moving to lean into him to prepare yourself for what you’re going to do. “I’ve seen videos of you guys doing this with each other, but,” you shrug briefly, “context.”

Seonghwa’s brow furrows, but he still does what you ask of him.

The moment you feel his arms wrap around your shoulders, you’re bending down and lifting him into your arms.

“Oh, Jesus, I wasn’t prepared,” you wobble slightly, now carrying him bridal style in your grasp. “How the fuck do you guys make this look so easy.”

“Are you saying I’m heavy?” Seonghwa pouts, resting quite comfortably in your arms for the moment.

“No, I’m saying I’m surprised my noodle arms haven’t given out on me yet without the wall for support.” You reply, a slight chuckle to your words.

“Should we start preparing those medical bills of yours?” Hongjoong teases, though you notice there’s a certain glint in his eyes that has never been there before. Well, not that you’ve ever noticed. A glint that has only appeared due to the fact that he’s witnessing you be so close with the others. Others that aren’t him.

“Hey, can I borrow a sweater?” Yeosang calls from down the hallway. “I’m cold.”

“Go for it!” You call back, shifting your hold on Seonghwa slightly as he peers out at the rest of the guys while still held in your arms.

“You know, you’re right,” he hums, nuzzling himself deeper into you. “This is quite nice.”

“It’s the old ‘Uno reverse card’,” you chuckle, setting him back onto his feet just as Yeosang comes meandering back into the room. “You don’t realize you want it until it’s happened to you.”

Yeosang stops just beside you, blinking at the way Seonghwa slowly returns to his spot. The way the eldest glances almost longingly back at you from over his shoulder while doing so does not go unnoticed by any.

Turning your head, you finally notice that Yeosang has opted to clothe himself in one of your largest hoodies. The material quite literally drowns him, the hem reaching the middle of his thighs.

“Now, this is what I’m talking about,” you motion to Yeosang’s body, nodding approvingly.

“Yeah, yeah, we all know you like Yeosang,” San rolls his eyes, cheeks puffing slightly as he rests his chin on his knees.

“First of all, I like all of you,” you reply, a playful snort escaping you as you smile. “No, I meant the clothing difference. This is what ‘swimming in their clothes’ means. It’s nice to be on the receiving end instead.”

“But you’re not the one wearing the clothes?” Mingi’s brow furrows, confusion shining on his features.

“You know what I mean,” you wave him off. “Literally, I can understand certain size kink fics now where the character fucks their love interest in their hoodie, and nothing but their hoodie.”

“Are you saying you want to fuck me in nothing but your hoodie?” Yeosang quirks a brow, a wide grin tugging at his features.

“Depends,” you hum in response, and you watch as Hongjoong spits out his drink, choking on the liquid in the next second.

“On?” He tilts his head curiously, blinking innocently.

“You wanna wear my thigh highs, too?” The way you see his eyes nearly bulge out of his head at your words has all of you bursting into laughter.

However, what you fail to see is how Yeosang goes quiet, cheeks flaring with colour.

“Well, this is certainly a game of truth or dare I never expected to get into.” Wooyoung cackles, tossing another drink back.

“I think we’re learning more about your interests tonight than in all of the years we’ve known you.” Yunho laughs, leaning back in his chair.

“You’ve never asked,” you shrug his words off casually, mirth dancing within your eyes.

“Who’s turn is it, anyways?” Yeosang grumbles, hiding his hands deep within the sleeves of your sweater.

“Yours.” Your response causes another round of heat to spread across his cheeks.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Wooyoung nudging Jongho beside him. A male of which is clearly annoyed by the elder’s actions, but who nudges back, nonetheless.

“I don’t know how I feel about being pinned to a wall,” he raises his hands in front of himself in caution, backing away from you slowly. 

The way his hands are hidden by the long sleeves of your sweater has you smiling lightly.

“If you don’t want me to, that’s quite alright,” you reply with a nod in understanding. “Like I said, I’m not about to force you guys into something you don’t want.”

“Oh, believe me,” Wooyoung chuckles, hiding somewhat behind Jongho as Yeosang takes a threatening step towards the younger male in warning. “He wants it.”

“I’ll believe it when he says it,” you tilt your head in acknowledgment in Yeosang’s direction, meeting his gaze once more.

The room goes silent, all of you turning to look at Yeosang once more.

“Uh,” he blinks, turning to look at any one of the other guys for help. Only, the way they simply watch on in glee lets him know they’re not going to do anything.

“Welp,” you turn back to the seven guys seated around your living room. “Maknae, leader, which one of you is next?”

“I’ll do it.” Yeosang’s voice from behind you draws your attention to him once more.

“Oh?” The smug grin on your face says it all, and he swallows thickly.

“Not against the wall, though.” He replies.

“That’s fine,” you reply with a nod, walking closer to him in your next breath.

You motion him closer, and he steps into you quite eagerly. Though, he does attempt to hide it, he doesn’t do a very good job.

“When I tell you to jump, jump into me,” you whisper lowly into his ear, and the way you feel him shiver as you lean away from him has that familiar smirk tugging at your lips. “Jump.”

Yeosang hesitates only a moment before quite literally leaping into your embrace. Your hands come to settle on his thighs, pulling him closer into you as he wraps his arms around your neck.

“Kind of different when you’re on the other end, isn’t it?” You smile, eyes crinkling as you watch him nod, somewhat amazed for the moment.

The way you can feel him tighten his legs around your waist has you chuckling, turning back around to face the other guys.

“This is… different than I thought it would be,” he mumbles into your ear, chin resting on your shoulder as he buried his face into the side of your neck. “It’s quite nice.”

The way you raise you eyebrows in agreement says it all, that same knowing look shining on your features. 

Slowly, you lower Yeosang back to his feet, but he doesn’t release his hold from around your shoulders. Of course, you lean down slightly, allowing him to embrace you for as long as he wants.

“Another perk to it is simple things, like hugs.” You say, just as Yeosang finally pulls away from you.

Of course, you notice how he avoids your gaze now as he walks back to his spot on the couch.

“What do you mean?” Mingi inquires, knocking back the rest of his drink shortly after.

“Chest height.” You shrug, to which he immediately starts coughing at your answer. “What? You’re telling me you wouldn’t take full advantage of burying your face in your significant other’s chest if you could?”

You notice the gears in San’s head turning, before a devious look is shining in his gaze. “Does that mean I can have a hug, then?”

He starts to move, only for Hongjoong to reach over and quite harshly tug him back to the ground.

“Ow,” San begins to rub at his ass. “The fuck was that for.”

“You’re not as slick as you think you are,” Jongho rolls his eyes, standing up from the couch next.

“She didn’t deny it!” San counters, pointing in your direction all the while.

You shrug, “maybe next time.”

The way they all turn to look at you, eyes full of both mild surprise, but also excitement has you chuckling in response.

“If that excites you, you guys should all really try thigh riding,” you joke, and you notice how Jongho stumbles over his own two feet just before reaching you. “Oh, someone’s eager.”

“Shut up.” He grumbles, leaning back against the wall closest to you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Is that a challenge?” You quirk a brow, turning fully towards him now as you take a step forward.

“I doubt you’re up for it,” he quips, the corner of his lips twitching upwards.

“You’re right,” you smirk, hand landing right beside his head as you lean into him. The way his breath hitches has your voice dropping slightly. “I’ve never really liked brats, but that doesn’t mean I’m not up for taming one.”

A mixture of loud, boisterous laughter, and pointed ‘oh’s can be heard from the others around you.

You huff, clearly amused by how silent Jongho gets. His arms fall to his sides as you step in closer, noticing how red begins to creep up his neck as he attempts to maintain his composure.

“What’s the matter, Baby Bear?” You feign concern, your nose brushing against his neck as you lean further into him. “All bark, and no bite?” He shivers as your breath caresses his skin. “Pity.”

His one hand moves to grab your hip, but you’re much quicker.

In the blink of an eye, you have his wrist pinned against the wall, your one leg sliding between his own.

“I wouldn’t try that, if I were you,” with the way your head tilts and the angle you find yourself in, you manage to be looking up at him through your lashes. 

Jongho has never felt smaller in his entire life. The position he finds himself in with you, combined with your words and the way your looking at him has him melting into your touch. So, when his body sinks slightly, allowing himself to rest on top of your thigh between his own, you let him.

The worst part for him, though, is when you pull away.

Jongho just manages to catch himself before he stumbles forward, not expecting you to release him so suddenly. He can only stand there, staring intently at the floor for a good thirty seconds in order to compose himself as you turn back to the other guys.

“Goddammit,” he curses lowly. “How are you so good at this?”

You giggle, and the sound fills the room with a vibrance unlike anything before. Yet, why are their hearts suddenly racing?

“It’s nothing more than the shock of your first time experiencing something like this, probably,” you shrug him off, proud smile pulling at your features. “Or you’re all just secretly in love with me.”

This time, it’s Seonghwa who spits out his drink in response, choking on his breath soon afterwards. Comfortingly, Yunho pats his upper back.

“I’m just playing,” you chuckle, arms crossed loosely over your chest as you shake your head.

“Seriously, you were right,” Wooyoung voices, staring directly at you while Jongho slowly moves back to his seat. “I never knew I needed this until now.”

“San was right to want this,” Yeosang corrects, shooting a brief look at the aforementioned male out of the corner of his eyes.

“I’m glad I could be of service,” you salute lightheartedly, two fingers pressing to the side of your forehead before letting out a small click of your tongue as you flick your wrist.

“Hang on, you’re not done yet.” Hongjoong stands to his feet, and immediately, there’s a sudden tension that fills the room.

“Never said that I was, Captain,” you wink playfully, and you almost miss the way he loses his footing just as he steps over Mingi for the moment. Though, you chalk that up to him simply misplacing his balance.

The moment he steps before you, a silence unlike ever before fills the room. All of the guys watch on eagerly to see what you have planned for their leader, and just how he will react to it, too.

“So, I take it you want the immersive experience?” You quirk a brow teasingly.

“Give me everything you’ve got,” he replies, breathlessly.

“I don’t think you’re ready for that, yet, mister,” you poke his upper chest lightly, noticing how he tilts his head upwards slightly to meet your gaze.

“We’ll save that for later, then,” he grins, noticing how you slowly begin to back him up into the wall.

“Who said there will ever be a later?” You hum, tilting your head slightly as you watch him lightly hit the wall behind him.

His breath hitches as he looks up at you through his lashes, the corner of his lips tugging upwards slightly.

“I just did.”

This time, when you place your hand beside his head, it’s slow. The movements are precise, keeping your arm straight for the moment as you casually lean into him.

“Oh, really?” You quirk a brow. “What makes you so sure that I’ll agree?”

Hongjoong smirks, his one eyebrow twitching upwards slightly. “I’m positive you’re just as curious as I am.”

“Am I?” You hum, taking a step in closer to him and noticing how his breathing deepens. “Curious of what? Are you sure you’re not just projecting, Joong?”

The way you say his name, your lips curving around the one syllable, is like music to his ears. He cannot stop himself, he goes to reach for you, a shameless whine getting caught in his throat.

Like every time before, you’re quicker. Only, this time, instead of pinning his wrist to the wall beside his head, you raise it, holding it above him as you lean over his entire body.

“You boys are very touchy tonight,” you tut, shaking your head as you lean the slightest bit more into him.

“Can you blame us?” He replies, staring up into your eyes. “This is the first time we’ve experienced a temptation like this before.”

The room remains deadly silent, as if the other seven are fully agreeing with the words Hongjoong is speaking to you right now.

“Yes, the heat of the moment can do that to people,” you chuckle, stepping the slightest bit closer to him so that he can feel your body heat against his own.

It’s slight, but you feel him arch forward in your grip, pressing his body flush against your own.

“We both know it’s more than just that,” his tone is low, sultry as he melts into your touch.

The corner of your lip quirks upwards smugly, pushing him flush against the wall.

“Is it really?” You feign innocence, leaning in to press your forehead against his own. Your noses brush. “I guess we’ll never know.”

In the blink of an eye, you’ve stepped away from him, releasing his wrist and letting it fall back to his side.

“Well, that was fun!” You chirp, completely unaware of how Hongjoong’s dark gaze never leaves your figure even for a second as you move to finally return to your own spot. 

He licks his lips, clearing his throat lightly. Taking a step back towards the seating area, he blinks, refocussing his vision. The sound of laughter reaches his ears, and you all continue on as if nothing happened.

Yet, how can they just act like nothing happened when you’ve fulfilled desires within them that they didn’t even know that they had? This has certainly made them all change the way they view things, especially the way they see you.

All that they do know, is that now, they want you. In ways more than just a friend should.

[jinkicake]

Hiii! I’m the anon who request for more inappropriate affairs! Thank you for the part 2 omg 😍😍 may I be greedy and ask also for childe and HEIZOU?

Thank youuuu

-loki

YES!!!!!! heheh this is my first time writing for Heizou and I don’t really know him that well soooo I hope he is alright!!!!! ((I also had to include Beidou too bc shes so sexy like-))

Inappropriate places they like to fuck you.

Beidou, Childe, Heizou x Reader

A/N: Childe refers to the reader as 'girlie' once bc.... it’s cute  :-) enjoy a beidou bonus!!! i kinda wanna continue hers and write more for it heheheh hate fucking w beidou is soooooooooo *heart eyes* anywayyy i hope you enjoy this~ T.T

WC - around 2k 

SMUTT // NSFW (reader w a pussy)

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Childe

“You want to fuck me like this?!” You stare at Childe as if he has grown two heads. It is hard to tell what he is thinking beneath his red mask, you can’t see his face or read into his eyes. The only thing you can focus on is the bright gleam of the pearl-like object resting in the middle of the heavy covering. 

“Please, baby, you gotta let me,” Despite being in his foul legacy attire, you can still hear the desperation in his rough voice. His body is now much bigger than before and the burn of his wide hips stretching your thighs apart makes you hiss. 

“Aren’t you hurt?” First and foremost before settling his needs, you want to make sure that your harbinger is okay. You know how draining using a delusion can be and you always get incredibly upset with Childe whenever he uses it. “I should punish you for even transforming into this, what were you thinking?”

“Mhm, I don’t know,” He whines as he focuses on grinding his aching cock against your core instead of focusing on your words. 

“Childe, you know I don’t like it when you use that shit!” Your attempts are scolding him are useless, he isn’t paying any attention. Childe pants in your ears, his voice is much now deeper and makes the puffs of air sound like growls. The vibration causes you to shiver. “I-I don’t get why you keep using it,” It’s becoming harder and harder to focus as his large hands run along your sides, squeezing and fondling your soft skin as he ruts into you. 

“Let me fuck you, baby, please,” His guttural begs make your thighs spread on their own and you give into him with a second thought. Right now, you start to think you need him just as badly as he needs you. 

In the past, you never understood why Childe would come to you after he has intense training or a sparing session that leaves him grinning for days. 

Now, you’re starting to get it as he rips your clothes off with his brute strength. It’s the adrenaline rush, you can feel your blood pumping through your veins as your heart beats loudly in your ears. You’ll have to start coming to more of his training session if it means you’re going to get fucked by him so roughly every time. Getting fucked in a cave is a first for you but, you’re so going to enjoy it. 

You need the way he manhandles you, how he fucks his incredibly large cock into your cunt without so much of a second thought. Childe is too desperate to care right now, all he can think about is cumming and stuffing you full until he transforms back into his usual body. 

“Take it,” He demands, voice still heavy and robotic. You pull at his pushed-back hair, tugging the strands roughly as his cock rams into you. The brute strength of it all causes your entire body to jolt with each thrust, without Childe’s hold, you’re sure you’d be flying into the side of the cave. “you can do it, girlie.” His spit drips under his mask as he messily slobbers on your neck, strangled gasps and groans leaving his lips. “Make me cum, please,”

You never thought anything could be hotter than Childe begging until you had his much larger build begging for you. Your thighs tighten as you voluntarily clench down on his thick cock, making it harder and harder for Childe to move. The poor man stutters in his movements and his hips falter under your touch. His thrusts begin to slow down as he focuses on your tight cunt. 

“Baby,” He whines, panting loudly as the noise bounces off the walls of the cave. “I’m gonna cum-” His balls feel impossibly tight and his abdomen clenches under the pressure of your pulsating heat. “oh, fuck me-”

Shikanoin Heizou 

“I haven’t seen you in weeks,” Disappointment rests deep in your heart as you stare at Heizou on the other side of your door. You want to slam the wood in his face and retreat back into your bedroom to hide. His absence isn’t his fault, you know that but, still, you can’t help but feel hurt. 

His job as the number one detective is always his first priority, even before you, it’s just something you have to come to live with. 

“This latest case has taken up your life. Why are you even here?” You hold onto hope that he is here for you, to see you because he missed you. Heizou mulls over his words, shoving his fists deep into his pockets as he stares at the ground in thought. Finally, you can breathe when he looks up at you. 

“I’m here because of the case,” He declares, eyes serious as he pins you in place with his vision. 

“What are you talking about?” No matter how hard you struggle against his grip, you can’t seem to break free against the powerful air. “You think I had something to do with the missing documents?!” Heizou doesn’t look phased and merely wraps his arms around your waist before hoisting you over his shoulder. 

“Let me down, Heizou!” You squirm and struggle with all your might but he doesn’t listen, his grip on you doesn’t loosen in the least. 

“This has to be a joke, right?!” The interrogation room of the Tenryou Commission is as cold as you imagined it to be. It’s a blank wooden room that resembles a cell in its own sort of way. You’ve been in here alone for what feels like hours after Heizou dropped you off. You can’t figure out the man in the slightest, you can never tell what he is thinking. “Heizou, what is going on?!” 

As if summoned by your call, the detective enters the room and stands behind you. Not a word slips from his lips as he restrains your hands together, securely keeping you in place. 

“Don’t touch me!” You screech but none of your efforts work to keep the detective away from you. 

“You don’t want to tell me anything, I understand, (Y/N).” Heizou’s voice remains calm, the slight playful edge is currently nowhere to be found. His touch spreads throughout your body, gently cupping your shoulders before migrating down to your biceps. “I have other methods of getting you to reveal information, you know,” You don’t doubt it in the slightest and gulp as his hands come up to cup your breasts. “I can be very persuasive.”

In a quick amount of time, you learn just how persuasive the detective can be. You have nothing to spill about the case but, you want to spout lies if that means he will continue to fuck you so intensely. 

Heizou’s fingers work quickly between your thighs, moving at an unruly pace as he jackhammers his fingers in and out of your cunt. Each slap of his palm against your sore clit makes you moan and thrash against the chair. 

You can’t believe you’re doing something so lewd in a public place, in one of the holding rooms of the fucking Tenryou Commission. 

“Heizou,” You whine, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Your panting becomes heavier under his intimate touch. “I promise I had nothing to do with the missing papers, you have to believe me,” 

“I believe you,” He murmurs and takes his time to gently rub your clit with the pad of his thumb. His fingers continue to roughly curl inside of you while the pace of his thrusts slows down to something that borders intimate. “but, allow me to continue, I have to make sure you aren’t lying.”

((Role playing with your boyfriend has now become one of your new favorite things.))

Bonus :-)

Beidou

“Beidou. You do understand why you’re here, right?” You rub at your temple and try your best to deal with the woman on the other side of the table. The air of your office inside the Yuehai Pavilion becomes much tenser as you remember the task at hand. Beidou never has any issues when it comes to paying her fines but, that doesn’t mean she goes down without a fight. 

If you don’t get this sum of cash quickly then the Liyue Qixing will surely be on your ass. You can only think of a handful of things worse than dealing with an angry Baishi or Baixiao so you try your best to reason with the captain of the crux. 

“I have no reason to pay this month, I was outside of Liyue harbor,” Beidou argues, pride fueling her reasoning as she sits tall before you. 

“I understand that but, you were still in front of the harbor where everyone could see.” You push back and tighten your grip on the official government papers of her fine before letting the sheets fall back onto your desk. 

“Liyue saw me kicking treasure hoarder ass, what’s the problem?” She crosses her arms over her chest, holding your stare as if challenging you for power in the room. 

“The problem, captain, is that it’s illegal for any ship within Liyue Harbor to fire at another unless they are permitted by the Liyue Qixing.” The title you spit in her face doesn’t upset her in the least, it has the complete opposite effect. Beidou still continues to argue back with you despite the burning desire building in her chest. 

“I wasn’t in Liyue Harbor,”

“Were you given permission by Ningguang to act so recklessly?” Your questioning causes her to roll her eyes. 

“Recklessly?” She scoffs and stands up taller in front of you before placing her palms flat on your desk. “Had I not acted so recklessly, treasure hoarders were going to rob your pretty little office. They had no business being near the harbor, you should be the one thanking me."

“Oh, I should be?” You rise up on your feet as well, your anger starting to get the better of you. With each heavy rise and fall of your frustrated pants, Beidou watches your chest. “Let me know exactly how I can repay you.” 

You truly should have watched your words. 

At the end of the day, you got the fines paid and the money placed on the desk of the Liyue Qixing secretaries. It just took a little more convincing on your part. 

“Go on, suck it, baby.” Beidou’s hand roughly cups the back of your head as you stare at her from between her thick thighs. You pray to every Archon that her crew is asleep right now. The large, purple strap resting securely on her hips glares at you as you push your thighs together to ignore the needy ache beginning to form there. You don’t look away from Beidou as you rise up on your knees and place your hands on the tops of her thighs, you bring your lips to the plastic material. After a gentle kiss against the head, you slowly take the tip in your mouth. “there we go,"

You want to roll your eyes as Beidou shifts in her seat, spreading her legs even farther apart while you begin to bob your head on the strap. The sounds of your gags have her moaning out in pleasure, her head tilts back as her chest heaves with each sound. The mere sight gives you as much pleasure as she is sure to be feeling. 

“Doing such a good job, pretty baby, I’m going to fuck you real good after this.” Her promise only causes you to work harder as you take the entire length down your throat. Much to your surprise, Beidou cuts your blowjob short as she pulls you off the strap after only a few more swallows. She roughly tugs you into her lap and licks at the spit smeared across your chin. “You’re too fucking cute, I think I’ll just take you now instead.”

[sparksqfly]

─ So much for summer love𓆝 part 2

synopsis: modern au - you meet ellie during a school activity and start getting involved in an intense relationship. warnings! bad words, men being bothersome, pet names? (princess, good girl etc), author's note: i wanted to post this a long time ago, but my computer broke down. it was really stressful because i have all my university entrance papers and all my fanfics here, so that was terrifying. but it's all sorted now! this is the second part of the story, and i think there's only one more part left to publish unless you want me to do an epilogue or something. again, english is not my first language, so i apologize for any mistakes i may have made. thank you for reading <3 about the story: joel is referred to as ellie's father. references to taylor swift and her music, the reader is a huge swiftie (just like the writer hehehe), references to jurassic park, ellie plays soccer. the next part is my favorite ;) i'm going to try to publish it before next week.

wc: 4k - part 1 - taglist: @elliesinterlude @libr4sonsa

you thought everyone would be pushing each other to be the first ones out once the order was given, but surprisingly, they were all in line in front of several people who didn't seem like teachers. you focused your attention on them and observed the bags they were distributing to the students in line, it seemed to be a requirement to start the race. ellie squeezed your hand before letting go, which surprised you. had you done something wrong? had you made her uncomfortable? before you could continue torturing your mind with questions, a teacher, whom you didn't know, so you assumed he was from another school, handed both of you a paper bag. "what our kind guides are giving you is your lunch, you can eat it at any time, but remember that you won't be given another one," mr. emery spoke again, he seemed very talkative today.

after a few minutes of talking, one of the guides who had given them the paper bags with their lunch passed behind ellie and gently squeezed her shoulder with his hand before moving away. that's when you connected the dots and realized that the man was the same one who had helped you and write your number on your hand, meaning he was ellie's father. you suppressed a smile, thinking that ellie had possibly become shy in front of her father, which is why she had let go. you sought her gaze and saw her kneeling on the ground, storing her lunch bag in her large backpack. "do you want me to keep yours, doll?" you smiled and crouched down to her level to hand her your bag more comfortably, taking the opportunity to briefly rest your hand on ellie's forearm, tracing her tattoo with the tips of your fingers. "thank you, darling," you said innocently, and smiled to yourself as you saw that now it was you who had made her blush, and you stood up victorious.

obviously, the victory didn't last long when you were pushed by what seemed like thousands of teenagers running wild to escape into the forest. once you regained stability, you looked at ellie, who seemed just as bewildered as you. she stood up, slinging the backpack over her shoulder, and grabbed your hand again. "looks like we're the last ones," she chuckled, puzzled, as she looked around. indeed, the designated area for searching those damn symbols on the trees was bigger than you had thought. so big that from the starting point of the race, there was no sign of a purple ribbon marking a boundary. "intimidating," you said, and you intertwined your fingers with ellie's even tighter. "at least you're with me, right?" ellie chuckled softly, and you looked at her with a silly grin on your face. "i'll skip that eccentric tone, williams," you squinted your eyes, gazing at her intently. she brought your fingers to her lips and planted a subtle kiss on them as she began walking into the forest with you.

you walked hand in hand for a while. you thought you would encounter several groups of noisy teenagers, but the truth was, you hadn't come across anyone along the way. "this may sound strange, but forests make me a little uncomfortable. i feel like i'm in some kind of glass jar where anyone can put anything inside," you thought she would give you a weird look, but surprisingly, she nodded her head. "it's like trying to imagine all," she said. as strange as it sounded, both of you seemed to feel even more at ease with each other after that moment of honesty. ellie mustered the courage to continue talking about the forest. she mentioned that since she was little, her father used to take her to forests. he believed in the importance of connecting with old-school methods, something you had also noticed. ellie had not taken out her phone at any point, not even to check the time. out of curiosity, you asked her if she had one, to which she responded, "of course I do. i like dinosaurs, but i don't want to be one." before she could even finish, you turned around, looking at her completely, "you like dinosaurs?!" she smiled and nodded at you. "a few kilometers from my house, when i was still a child, there was a dinosaur exhibition where they set up a display for children, and paleontologists came to give talks. i remember begging joel, my dad, to take me there," you widened your eyes as she spoke. "is it that natural science museum with a giant dna at the entrance?" you asked excitedly as you pulled out your phone. ellie thought for a few seconds before answering, "yeah..."

completely excited, you took out your phone from your bag and showed her a photo that your mother had sent you a few weeks ago, from that same exhibition where you were at 7 years old, posing with an older man who you remembered introduced himself as a famous paleontologist who had discovered several key fossil pieces for history. ellie's eyes widened, and she touched your hand to bring your phone closer to her face with a look of astonishment. "i also have a photo with that man! i remember joel thought he was dressed up as the doctor from the jurassic park movie, so he took a picture of me and my uncle with him," she said with excitement. "my father thought the same!" with a silly grin on your lips, you grabbed her face, holding her cheeks in your hands. "we both were in the same place, at the same time when we were kids, and we ended up being race partners 10 years later," you paused dramatically before continuing, seeing her smile. "do you believe in destiny?" she smiled even wider, put her hands on your hips, and gently pushed you backward, your back perfectly supported against a tree. "maybe i do now, sugar." you couldn't hide your smile, you were dying to kiss her at that moment. but as always happened with women, you were too cowardly. so you just kept looking into her beautiful eyes and lowered your hands to her neck, playing with the line of her jaw and the edge of her shirt.

you two stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, ellie continued to gaze at you with her green eyes while softly stroking your waist with her right thumb. a thousand thoughts raced through your mind all at once. you imagined countless scenarios where your lips met and stayed that way for hours, scenarios where you walked together hand in hand through your neighborhood, both sipping coffee at your favorite café, and spending evenings lying in your house talking for hours.

both of you let go when you heard the voices of approaching teenagers nearby. as you moved away from the tree, you noticed a paper hanging from a branch just above ellie's head. it was a caricature-like drawing of a house, and you quickly reached for your phone, only to realize that ellie had taken it and kept it in her back pocket to tease you. when she saw what had caught your attention, she handed it back to you, and you took a few steps back to capture a photo. zooming in, you perfectly captured the paper with the drawn symbol and the top of your companion's head. in the photo, only her auburn hair and curious eyes were visible. you showed her the photo, and you noticed a blush rising on her cheeks. "to me, that's not a symbol, it's a drawing," ellie said, taking your free hand and starting to walk aimlessly.

you walked together for about fifteen minutes, observing the forest. to be honest, you had never ventured far into any forest before, but this one had a special allure and to be honest with yourself, you loved that forest because it was just like the forest on the cover of one of your favorite albums, "folklore" by taylor twift.. the dirt floor was covered in dry leaves, falling due to the autumn season, and the trees were slender but towering. it would be unfair to say that you didn't come across any other drawings, as both of you were lost in each other, talking incessantly. ellie spotted another page, this time secured to a tree with a nail, and while she listened to you talk about a girl who almost became your girlfriend, she discreetly took out her phone from the small pocket of her backpack. "look, y/n! another paper," she said, pointing in the direction of the tree with her finger. when you turned, she took a photo, but the sound of her camera gave her away. you pretended to furrow your brow upon seeing her, but she smiled and showed you the photo where you appeared with your back turned, hair tied up to cover your face, looking at the paper that had a drawing of what seemed to be a duck, or at least that was what you were able to deduce. ellie turned the phone back to her. "so pretty," she said in a childish voice. you bit your lip, feeling embarrassed, and grabbed her hand to search for the next symbol.

"is this some kind of competition? to see who takes the photos?" ellie asked, this time she changed the position of her hands so that both of you could interlace your fingers. "it would have been fun, but i think it's only fair that both of us appear in the next photo," you stroked the back of her hand. "sounds fair," she said, turning her head to look for the last sheet, but you quickly spotted another one. this last one depicted two people, but as you guided ellie towards the last paper, you realized that none of these three drawings seemed to be related to each other, although you weren't going to take the school staff's attempts at organization too seriously. it had always been better to ignore their efforts.

you let go of ellie's hand and took out your phone to use the front camera. you looked at your reflection on the screen, you looked good. the little makeup you had applied hadn't smudged, and you still appeared well-groomed. you raised the arm holding the phone and gestured with your head for ellie to stand next to you in the photo. once she stood beside you, bending down a little to match your height, you pressed the capture button and told ellie that you would take another one. she nodded, and in the instant you took the photo, she quickly grabbed your chin, bringing her lips to yours. you felt weak, and with the few thoughts that remained, you turned off the screen of your phone and tucked it into your bra, eager to hold her by the shoulders and bring her closer to you. ellie clasped her hands behind your waist, embracing you.

you parted your lips and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear when she kissed you again.

you responded just as intensely while caressing her neck, releasing the tension of finally doing what you had planned since you got off that damn bus, which now seemed even more distant.

"hey, williams! how do you always manage to get the girls?" a male voice almost shouted, causing you to separate from ellie, even though that was the last thing you wanted to do at that moment. just to the right of both of you were three boys who were smiling, especially at you. you sighed with annoyance and lowered your head, hiding in ellie's neck. she let go of you and placed a hand on the back of your neck, further hiding you in her embrace. "go fuck yourself, jack. find someone who can put up with you and get the fuck out," ellie told him, but this time her voice was different from what you had heard throughout the afternoon. it was raspier and stronger, indicating that she was on guard.

immediately, the boys left, and you emerged from your refuge in ellie's body. you placed a hand on your face, trying to hide how flushed you were by the situation. ellie grabbed your wrist and moved your hand away from your face, looking at you with puppy eyes. "i'm sorry about that. if you're worried, they won't say anything. they don't even know you. they're just my soccer teammates, and they can be overly invasive. i don't even know why they say that; i haven't been seen with a girl in over a year, and i..." you smiled at how nervous she was and gave her a quick peck on the lips. she smiled, understanding what you meant. "i don't care, els. i love being seen with you. they just caught me by surprise and ruined our first kiss," you feigned distress, only to have ellie embrace you again and kiss you slowly once more.

she gave you another peck, hugging you around the waist, and you brought your hands to her hair, caressing it gently. "we should go show those damn photos before those idiots not only interrupt us again but also beat us to it," you said. she let go of you but placed her hands on your waist to guide you. as you followed ellie towards what you hoped was the exit of that first stage, you glanced at your phone, preparing the photos to show your teachers. clearly, the first one that appeared on your screen was the one of you kissing your companion. you stared at it for a while, admiring how beautiful it looked and how you could see ellie's hand gently pushing you towards her. "i look good in that photo, don't i?" Ellie mentioned with a half-smile, showing a hint of arrogance. "only because of the lovely girl you have by your side," you said as you lightly tapped her shoulder. before you could tap her again, she gently took your hand and brought it to her lips, giving it a brief kiss.

after walking for a while and continuing to talk about nonsensical things, you arrived at the exit point of the line, where two teachers you had never seen before were waiting. you assumed they were from another school. what caught your attention was that this time ellie hadn't let go of your hand when approaching them. "i assume you two have the photos ready to show us. and don't want any hints," you guessed that the teacher wanted to sound cool, but it actually came across as quite eerie. luckily, it was ellie who took charge of talking to him. "of course, we have them, sir" she said as she took out her phone to show the photo she had taken of you earlier with the sheet that had a duck drawn on it. you hurriedly took out your phone to show tllie's teacher the photo of the woman and the duck, being careful not to reveal the photo of the kiss.

"perfect! you've got everything. now you're going to enter the fun stage of this activity," your gaze met ellie's for a second, and she tried to suppress a smile. "with those three pictures you found, you're going to create a story! something short that fits on this sheet," she took out a small sheet of paper and a pencil from her backpack and handed them to you. "you have 5 minutes. you can go over there, where the cut logs are for sitting, and bring us a good one!" ellie smiled uncomfortably and took your hand, leading you to the designated spot.

"so... a story," ellie said, sitting on the ground with her legs crossed and placing the paper on her lap. you remained standing and nodded. "we have a duck, a woman, and a house," you said, looking at the photos on your phone again. "right, we need to keep it brief," she said, tapping the paper with the pencil as if it were a drumstick. "we can say that this woman has a house in the countryside with her girlfriend, and they adopt a duck," you said with a smile. ellie laughed and wrote it down on the paper. "that's us!" "of course! with rufus, obviously," ellie nodded and continued to focus on the paper. "do you mind if we stay here until those 5 minutes are up?" you shook your head and prepared to sit down, but she stopped you and took out a waterproof jacket from her backpack to place it on the ground. she gestured for you to sit on the jacket. "it's a pretty dress," she excused herself.

if you had thought for 5 more seconds, you probably wouldn't have done what you did, but you took the paper and pencil from her lap and sat on her legs. she was surprised for a moment but quickly wrapped her arms around your waist. "i'm glad you liked it. i wore it to impress my partner," you said, placing a hand on her arm and caressing it. you were surprised when she rested her head on your back and relaxed. that's how you stayed for a few minutes until you heard the same teacher approaching again. you quickly stood up from her lap and handed him the folded sheet with the mini-story.

he looked at you a bit strangely, possibly because he had seen you quickly get up from ellie's lap and adjust your dress. you were thankful that he didn't say anything and simply tucked the paper into his pocket. amidst small laughs, ellie and you followed him back to the starting point of the second stage, your hand lightly and slowly brushing against ellie's. you saw her suppress a smile as if the touch of your two hands tickled her. "okay, ladies," ellie's teacher said, looking at both of them sternly. "we're going to give you a list of items that you'll have to find in this part of the forest. you can use your cell phones or bring those things with you. when you finish this stage, you can take a few minutes to have lunch and then resume the activities." mr. lee untied the purple ribbon that was tied to two trees to let them pass. ellie thanked him and nodded at you to go first, so you waited for her before continuing.

you were grateful that the moment you were out of the teachers' sight, she took your hand and intertwined her fingers with yours. even though you had only known her for a few hours, it felt wrong to walk through the forest without holding hands. "did you read what's on the list?" you asked, looking at her profile. She was focused on the sheet and nodded her head. "an object made by humans, something that shines, something that could be used in a survival situation, and something that reminds them of their school," ellie read and then looked at you. you returned a confused look and tiptoed to give her a kiss on the cheek. "i hope you have good eyesight, babe," you said, letting her guide you. she laughed and squeezed your hand, tucking the list into her pants pocket.

well... 20 minutes had passed, and they only had "an object that reminds them of school" left. you hadn't been very helpful in finding the previous items; ellie had found everything. except for "something shiny." thanks to your keen eye for shiny things, you had found a small necklace in the roots of a tree. ellie wiped the little pendant on her jeans to keep your dress from getting dirty, and they continued their search. ellie had found a slightly dented can that would work, and under a small rock, a medium-sized piece of rope, a bit covered in dirt, but she excused it, saying it would do. "and in a survival situation, why would you use a dirty rope?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "it can be useful for setting up a camp, for a bonfire, and even for making weapons," she proudly replied. she had told you something about how her father considered it important to teach her survival skills and basic things to do in an emergency. "i would use it for something different," you said, gently nudging her with your shoulder. she looked at you, amazed by your sudden desire to make risqué jokes. "i'll let that one slide, princess. i don't want what that joke could imply to come true in this forest," ellie said. you blushed violently while laughing with your face hidden in her arm. She lowered her head to give you a kiss on the hair. 

they grabbed a small can that was somewhat dirty and dented but would still serve for what they needed, which for the moment was to find "something that reminds them of school."

"if what they wanted was to nourish my academic spirit with that rule, all they're achieving is making me want to stay and live in this forest and never go back to that damn school again," ellie muttered, letting herself fall onto a cut log and hiding her face in her hands, visibly exhausted. she looked up, gazing at the trees, but none of the competing pairs seemed to have found that object yet, or at least that's what they both believed. they had crossed paths with many people, and they all asked them the same question, "do you have any idea of what can be used as the object that represents the school?" both of them answered no, and the cycle repeated itself.

you knelt on the ground in front of ellie, resting your head on her lap as you closed your eyes for a moment, deep in thought. she took the opportunity to gently caress your hair, being careful not to mess it up. you smiled, feeling her hands glide over your scalp and touch the bun that held a portion of your hair back. "so pretty," ellie whispered to herself, and you finally lifted your head to look at her. she smiled at you, and with one hand, she softly caressed your jaw, making you feel like you could fall asleep with your head resting on her. "are you tired, princess?" ellie asked, raising your head slightly so you could meet her gaze. "actually, yes. my legs are a bit sore, and i'm hungry," you replied. she smiled at you and lifted you up with her. "let's finish this shit quickly so we can rest and eat," she said. you nodded and let ellie take your hand to guide you.

"okay, listen to me for a moment," ellie said after pausing with wide-open eyes and a lost look in her gaze. she continued, turning on her heels and looking at you with a smile. "you scare me," you said, seeing her so happy. "we cut a piece of the ribbon they use for boundaries," ellie almost shouted, her expression as if she had solved some incredibly complicated equation, and in that moment, at least, it felt like it. you sighed, "oh, come on, it's a great idea, or at least the only one we have," ellie said the last sentence, putting on her best puppy eyes, and you looked at her again. "look, it's a terrible and irresponsible idea. we could cause an accident or make others lose. we could even face some penalties," you said, explaining with your hands the consequences it could lead to. "but..." ellie interrupted you, "but I'm really hungry. go grab that damn ribbon," you said with exasperation. ellie laughed, possibly because she hadn't heard you curse until now. you gave her a little push to hurry her up.

obviously, the last thing you expected was for her to approach the ribbon and take out a knife from her pocket as if it were nothing. you watched as she tore the small piece of fabric disproportionately, leaving it frayed on both ends. since it was a long ribbon, ellie was still able to tie the two ends where she had cut it, recreating the boundary. "do you always carry knives on casual school outings?" you asked her as you delicately took the ribbon from her hands. "only when I have a damsel in distress as a companion," she said, smiling slyly. arrogant bitch, you really adored her.

[keef-a-corn]

Welcome back to Keef rewatching TFP and writing down notes.

I will now be writing notes for Episode 7: Scrap Heap.

I put in timestamps so when you watch the show, you get a bit of context, but I also watch Transformers Prime on Stan which may lead to it being a bit off.

ONTO THE NOTES!

~~~~Transition~~~~

00:42 - excuse me little one… why must you look so cute?

00:53 - this is setup and yet it apparently isn’t permanent damage?

00:57 - Excuse me… OUR ARCTIC FIND?! OUR?! Optimus, I love you but you were not involved in finding that.

01:01 - how on Earth did they get that back there? (Someone genuinely answer me. How did they do it?)

~intro~

02:12 - again with the ‘our’.

02:21 - this part made me wonder where Bulkhead and Bumblebee’s insignia were. I found Bulkhead’s pretty easily (it’s on his arm), but it took me three days to find Bumblebee’s (I’m not kidding), but in my defence.. there are very few shots that make it clear where his was and it’s unnecessarily small. (For anyone curious:

02:31 - that’s my brother to me.

02:49 - ya know, you could just make friends, Jack, then you wouldn’t rely on an Autobot (that has a job to do) to keep you company.

03:00 - mmm Optimus, so formal

03:03 - in… the Arctic? I mean… maybe..?

03:17 - Optimus is a father (hc is that he’s the father of Bumblebee but gotta keep it vague.). From how he’s careful on turning down Raf, to the promise of a snowball, this isn’t the first time that a child he’s sworn to protect has to be told they cannot join.

03:19 - hehehe height differences.

03:35 - How do the bots play video games? Like when their in bot forms. I get in their alt modes they just hook it up to their steering wheels, but how do they do it bipedal mode?/gen

03:39 - I just noticed- Bee’s eyes aren’t filled in.

03:50 - I understand why Miko has no other friends. Completely ignores Raf in favour of challenging Jack, who isn’t interested in playing.

04:06 - Jack displaying good friendship skills and noticing that Raf wanted to play.

04:15 - Miko says ‘hoo yeah’ why does that feel so familiar?

04:20 - yes the frag he can, Bulk.

04:23 - Ratchet’s slow to anger here. Just wanted to share.

04:53 - THAT’S A VERY BIG SCREW-

05:41 - And here we see a Raf, not using common sense. Autobots never mentioned pets, yet this thing consumes metal without a second thought.. they obviously aren’t pets!

06:13 - Jack had already won. That’s why he was doing a victory dance-

06:19 - BEE, WHY ARE YOU STANDING LIKE THAT?!

Yes Ratchet, we do have a problem. Why is he standing like that, he’s not close enough for that to be(e) an effective stance.

06:33 - okay, but that would be horrifying. Like this little kid walks in holding a pest that eats you alive? That’s traumatising.

06:36 - I saw someone do a breakdown of this shot, how Bulk hides behind Ratchet, while Bee stands in front, most likely protecting Ratchet because Bee knows Ratchet doesn’t have weapons to protect himself. I just think about that.

06:38 - WHY ARE YOU GUYS PROTECTING THE SCRAPLET?! Oh wait- they’re protecting Raf.. okay I’m an idiot.

06:51 - Shut up, Miko and Jack. Human’s aren’t immune to smaller beings eating them to death.

07:01 - Raf, WHERE HAS YOUR BRAIN GONE?!

07:12 - once again, horrifying if you were a bot.

07:21 - the scraplet… ate through his hand.. right? Like Bee didn’t let go, that little shit ate through his hand.

07:23 - What would you even do in that situation?!

07:28 - FINALLY THE HUMANS DO SOMETHING!

07:35 - Okay but Jack saw what the scraplet did to Bee, right? Like it was dangerous. It should’ve been completely destroyed.

07:39 - Raf remembers his best friend exists.

07:43 - it’s probably just me, but Bee looks so small in this situation. Literally and Metaphorically. He looks tiny in size when you compare it to Ratchet and Bulkhead looming over him, but also small and innocent.

07:44 - Also it’s so weird seeing a bot sit like that. I mean, it’s cute, it’s just that I’m so used to them standing or sitting on objects that seeing Bee sitting on the ground like that looks a little peculiar.

07:48 - ‘only a Mesh wound. He’ll live.�� Remember that line… remember it. Also during that Ratchet’s carefully holding Bee’s leg, I know he’s just inspecting it like a doctor does, but he’s clearly being as careful as possible and combined with his tone, it makes Ratchet seem like a concerned parent.

08:00 - Why would Jack actually think that was the logic Scraplets went by? WHEN IS THAT EVER THE LOGIC SMALL CREATURES GO BY?!

08:02 - Glad Ratchet ain’t sugar coating this./g

08:16 - 1. Bee hiding behind Ratchet is adorable, 2. THAT’S WOULD GENUINELY BE TERRIFYING!

08:19 - Bee moves to hold onto Ratchet’s arm! I’m crying!

09:09 - once again.. Terrifying. But didn’t they survive in space? Or are there also other features as to why they can’t survive in the Arctic? Would it have something to do with oxygen and pressure?

09:13 - Optimus, in a state of mild confusion, chooses to move his body further away from the ice. A peculiar choice on his part, but alright.

09:28 - HE SAID THE THING!

09:30 - everyone when spider.

09:33 - it’s depressing to think that throughout the entire situation the bots are fulling aware that Optimus and Arcee are most likely going to die.

09:50 - So them running would be seen as cowardly, but when Bulkhead shares that they’ve witnessed what Scraplets can do.. that’s horrifying. The bots wanting to run makes perfect sense.

09:55 - … so… that’s why the scraplet didn’t immediately eat through Bee’s leg… because it was going for a more delicious part of him first-

10:09 - also how are you supposed to react to that information??

10:21 - understandable.

10:37 - Who ever chose for Bumblebee to shudder like that.. I hope you’re always sleeping wonderfully.

10:55 - Optimus helping her up is just a sweet moment… Also wouldn’t they be better to remain in vehicle mode?

11:09 - ‘and he will’ Optimus knows his husband will come to their aid ASAP. (They are husbands. We all know this.)

11:19 - Miko making fun of Bulkhead for screaming when they’re looking for bugs that are known to kill bots… I truly understand why Miko has no friends.

11:51 - that would be like walking into a spiderweb.

12:09 - and then finding out the spiderweb was full of spiders.

13:39 - Oh frag.. I’m surprised no one craps themselves in this episode.

12:46 - NO, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DO YOU DO IN THAT SITUATION?!

13:08 - Oh fuck.

13:12 - What kind of vision do the Scraplets have?!! Also Jack’s holding Metal in that scene, why don’t they see it???

13:33 - I ask once more WHAT DO YOU DO IN THAT SITUATION?!

13:48 - NOW HE CHOSES TO MENTION IT?! Also Ratchet’s V.A. did a great job conveying how panicked Ratchet would’ve been.

13:53 - that must hurt so badly.

14:24 - Bulkhead previously said that they eat the small juicy parts first… and every time we see the three bots in the same room, their first target is Bee. They’re going after the small part first-

14:41 - okay, but this scene is so uncomfortably terrifying. Hearing the bots yelling in pain, seeing all the Scraplets burried into their metal, the way no one can do anything… that’s horrifying.

14:55 - Optimus being responsible and keeping Arcee awake.

15:04 - Let’s just appreciate Optimus for a moment. This bot’s also freezing to death, doesn’t understand why they can’t get in touch with base, but manages to remain level headed.

15:12 - honestly though, sounds like a good idea for Arcee to just start rambling on angrily, because that’ll keep her awake.

15:17 - Optimus refusing to believe that this is someone’s fault.

15:34 - I know this probably isn’t, but it sounds so much like a references to the first Transformers movie.

15:48 - Optimus saying ‘one should not be measured by size alone’ is actually really sweet and inclusive.

15:50 - shoutout to bot’s sitting on the floor, gotta be one of my favourite genders.

15:54 - Miko and Raf standing their beating the shit out of some dead scraplets is beautiful.

15:58 - let’s appreciate what we can observe from this part. Ratchet and Bulkhead sitting on either side of Bee, sitting as upright as manageable, while Bee is more lying down than he is sitting up. If you look carefully you can see the bots are moving as though they’re breathing.

16:05 - once again, horrifying.

16:15 - ‘these were just scouts’ then the shot moves to Bumblebee’s reaction.

16:57 - Bee trying to sit up but immediately falling back makes my heart hurt. Baby nooo.

17:10 - SERIOUSLY THAT WOULD BE TERRIFYING TO WITNESS.

17:22 - I’m so confused on what energon is. That pipe indicates it’s a liquid, but they mine energon crystals, they’re bright blue when the bots use it, but dark blue everywhere else.

17:25 - I think Bee’s asleep.

17:36 - why would you bring your bots in first??

17:36 - Never mind, he’s awake. Also Ratchet and Bulkhead talking about Bee reminds me of when a child sneaks into their parents bed at night.

17:42 - exactly.

17:44 - aww noo! Ratchet! He needs a nap

18:06 - this shot makes me cry. No! Why he gotta look so scared!! Also there’s a line through the main cord(?) is Bee’s neck. It appears to be the only indicator that there’s been anything to any part of his neck… so is that where his voice box is?

18:16 - you already know Optimus is thinking ‘shut up, Arcee. Trying to die in peace’. The bot’s tired, Arcee, give him a bit of peace.

18:29 - I need someone to write an extended part of this episode where all the bots get a nap… like they all just huddle together in blankets and pillows and get the nap they deserve. Don’t care if canon says it’s not possible. I am god now and I say it is.

18:41 - this is sweet.

18:55 - GIVE THIS BOT A NAP.

19:26 - Bulkhead’s brave af.

19:27 - Bee sits up.

19:26 - Ratchet pushes him back down.

19:56 - Optimus and Arcee aren’t nearly as hot as Bee, Bulk and Ratchet. Good touch.

20:10 - Damn.. that would be so confusing to be in Optimus or Arcee’s position.

20:35 - where did Bee’s wings go??

20:41 - shoutout to the way Optimus is sitting. Half leaning, half sitting, looking very uncomfortable.

20:48 - ‘jUsT a MeSh WoUnD’ not just a mesh wound now, Ratchet,

20:57 - Optimus lookin out for Ratchet U^U

21:00 - Optimus smiling at Ratchet makes breathing a difficult task.

21:27 - Optimus and Ratchet look at each other, then back at Miko and Bulk.

And that was my comments on Scrapheap. An episode more messed up when you break it down.

Lemme know if you thought differently/disagree with my points/have more to add.

I like hearing other peoples perspectives.

Also, This was my review of Episode 6:

[moronic-validity]

A drabble of either Simon or WK getting gangbanged please i need your delicious writing

hehehe Okay, I'm gonna start from the top of the ask pile and work my way down.

18+ and we're going to start off strong

Simon didn't know why he agreed to this.

Winter had brought it up over their morning coffee, a party of sorts, where Simon would be the main attraction.

He didn't like to be the center of attention, but Winter had promised he would keep control of the crowd and if anything happened or he needed to tap out at any point, all he had to do was say it.

He couldn't deny the anticipation growing in his stomach as he lay on the table in the middle of the throne room, blindfolded and completely naked.

"You're doing so good my love, I just need to finish getting you ready," Winter cooed, rubbing his advisor's calf.

It took all of two seconds for the icy restraints to wrap around his wrists and ankles.

"Now, I am going to warn you, this next part may startle you," He warned as the bottom half of the tabletop turned to water, his lower body now supported by only the corners he was restrained to.

He shivered involuntarily, the true weight of what was about to occur finally sinking in.

"Winter, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"If I didn't, I never would have asked," he walked up the length of the table and placed a tender kiss on Simon's forehead, "Are you ready? I'm sure you've attracted quite a crowd."

Simon considered it for only a moment before nodding.

Winter opened the doors to the throne room and stood between a crowd of royals and random citizens who had heard of the event taking place.

"Settle down everyone, I assure you everyone will get a turn," he said with a small laugh, "As you all know, this is a birthday present for my dear Simon, and as such, this is strictly for his pleasure," he emphasized the last word.

"If anyone leaves a mark on him, I will see to it that you are handled swiftly and severely," his voice turned stern, glaring out over the crowd, "With that, there is a bottle of lube at the head of the table and I spent the entire morning stretching him out, so he is ready and quite excited. I hope everyone has a wonderful time!" He finished his speech with a clap before pulling a chair out of the ice and sitting at the head of the table, ready to intervene if needed.

He had originally intended to be the first one to use Simon, to show everyone in attendance how easy it was to please the man, but had instead decided he wanted to watch as their friends took turns pleasuring his partner.

Winter watched in delight as the first guest eagerly squirted the lube into his hand and made his way down the table, he was a citizen of the fire kingdom who had agreed to have his flames dampened in order to participate.

Simon bit his lip as the stranger began pushing into him. They were so warm, warmer than any human he had been with. The heat seemed to pulse and it only added to the exciting new sensation.

"Go on my love, I'm sure everyone would love to hear the sounds you make," Winter stroked the side of Simon's face.

Simon moaned at the contrasting feeling, Winter's freezing hand and the stranger's burning cock that seemed to almost ripple with each thrust.

He hadn't even taken his first and he was already beginning to lose track of his brain. He didn't want to think, or focus, he just wanted to feel.

The stranger didn't last nearly as long as Simon had hoped, pulling out and spilling on his stomach.

The next stranger was a friend, but he wouldn't know.

Doctor Princess nearly had a stroke when she received Winter's invitation, inviting her to fuck her closest friend, in front of him and many others.

It took a lot of convincing on Winter's part to even get her to show up, let alone participate.

All the convincing had worked

She stood at the end of the table with a sizeable dildo harnessed to her hips.

Simon groaned and tried to buck his hips as the next stranger entered him, their cock was unyielding and stretched him more than the one prior.

She froze and looked up at Winter, concerned she had hurt her friend. Winter met her gaze with a smile and nodded, assuring her he was fine.

It took her a moment to find a pace that seemed to make Simon wriggle and moan in delight, but once she found it, she kept it.

She found herself holding onto his hips, trying to almost pull him closer with each thrust.

Simon's brain went blank and his entire body tensed as he came, his cum mixing with that of the first stranger's.

She took that as her sign to let the next person have their turn.

Winter pulled another chair out of the ice and motioned for her to come sit next to him.

He greeted her with a fist bump, weirdly excited to have something else in common with her.

They sat and watched as person after person used Simon's hole. After his first orgasm, people seemed to take it as a challenge to see if they could cause his next.

By the end of it, Simon was a mess, covered in the now cold fluids of the crowd present, with some even dripping out of him and onto the floor. He was moaning incoherently and rolling his hips at even the slightest touch.

Winter closed the doors as the last guest left, leaving only Doctor Princess, Simon, and himself in the throne room.

"My love, would you like to guess how many people showed up to your birthday event?"

Simon didn't answer, just moved his head in the direction of Winter's voice.

"Twenty-seven! Isn't that quite the turnout?" He hummed in delight as he pulled his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the mess off his beloved.

Doctor Princess stood at the head of the table and slowly removed the blindfold, smiling down at him as he blinked to clear his vision.

"Happy birthday Si!"

[bumblingbabooshka]

co-morbid is so cool!! all your ideas regarding vulcan bonds are so cool and based and right and they have given me many ideas. ((:

also ulotyn is/are really pretty…

i also think it’s absolutely hilarious that they may or may not have written a paper on their own condition, from a care facility that’s trying to treat them for said condition. it’s like. at least they’re (to some degree) self aware?

also if you ever plan on continuing their story, i’d love to know about their mysterious bondmate and how that relationship came to be. but if this was just a one-off, that’s cool too!!

anyways i love them they’re so very Interesting.

Thank you so much~!!!! Hehehe I like to think a lot of the papers that are supposedly suspected of being written by Ulotyn are just people who want to level that accusation at academic rivals. The real ones are much more difficult to pick out. They wrote with an extremely dry and studious shared voice which had absolutely no flair or personality - difficult even for Vulcans to read without being bored unless they were extremely dedicated to that field of study. On the topic of their mysterious bondmate...~

Professor Kosak-Dahr. ('Dahr' here being an approximation of 'junior' or 'the second') He met Ulonk and T'ynara because they're in the same field of study. They met randomly at an academic conference and immediately clicked. Kosak refused to become bonded as a child and remained so in adulthood. He was able to stave off his pon farrs with rigorous meditation and willpower and was thus regarded as a very powerful and controlled individual when it came to his mind. This was the focus of many of his papers about the mind's abilities and was of great interest to Vulcan society as a whole. He was known to look down heavily on those who could not endure pon farr without taking a mate (despite this being extremely rare) and viewed it as an incredible weakness of Vulcankind. However, he had also begun to find it extremely difficult to endure the pon farr (as it seems to increase in intensity each cycle) alone. He kept this secret. He found the fact that Ulonk and T'ynara had bonded before it was necessary (and without familial pressure) to be interesting and began to read more of their papers to see if they were the type to go on flowery (relative to Vulcans) speeches about love. He was even more intrigued to see that they were not - that they were in fact extremely logical in their points and perspectives despite the topics they wrote about. Kosak and Ulotyn grew closer and closer, performing small experiments and working together frequently. Soon their relationship became romantic but Ulotyn said they'd only agree if Kosak treated them as one individual instead of two. Kosak agreed. They continued this relationship for a while. Then Kosak began experiencing symptoms of the pon farr. He attempted to meditate as he usually did but could not and after several days he was dying. Ulotyn offered to attempt a bond with him. All three had been researching about the topic and it was highly experimental but Kosak accepted the offer. Since they knew no official channels would perform the bonding ceremony, they attempted to do it themselves. They were stopped in the middle of this procedure due to concerned parties who suspected something was going wrong in the home or between the three in general. All three of them were taken to a hospital. Ulotyn admitted what they were attempting readily and thus were tried and placed in a mental health facility. Kosak was viewed as the victim in this case and assigned a mental health counselor to report to but otherwise let go. Kosak continues to write papers and operate as part of the academic community. However, he is more scrutinized than before and became the subject of many rumors. Many people tell the story of Kosak as a cautionary tale, attributing his relationship with Ulotyn to the fact that Kosak didn't have a bondmate. Kosak himself became more solitary with time and miraculously never took a bondmate. His exact field of research remained within the Vulcan mind and its control but he stopped writing about the pon farr altogether after the incident.

[amomentofsonder]

*posting my 4-year-old write up from my private tumblr acct hehehe thought of sharing it out there after seeing a cute IG reel about the series heheheh

Post-Before

I came across a Facebook post about a fourth installment entitled Before the End on the widely-acclaimed Before series which has long been part of my watchlist. This prompted me to immediately start binge watching the trilogy -- Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, and Before Midnight -- and I didn’t regret choosing this over the You series which I’ve bookmarked a site for since I don’t own any Netflix account as of this time. Most of us know how minimalistic the movies are since it revolves and highlights conversations which made the trilogy famous. The first (1994) and second movies (2004) highly focus on the two main characters’ conversations but on the third movie (2013), there was more improvement since there were multiple characters present. What makes the trilogy also special are the topics being covered throughout the dialogues which ranges from love, politics, music, books, movies, dreams, memories, and any other aspects of life. 

The story starts with an American tourist meeting a French student aboard a train after the latter transferred a seat across the former to stay away from a fighting couple. It was the summer of ‘94 when the conversation between a cynic Jesse and a romantic Celine started. The two walked around the streets of Vienna, talking and reminiscing, after Jesse convinced Celine to get off the train with him and continue their conversation. They only had an evening since Jesse will be returning to the US the next morning and Celine needs to return to Paris for school. They didn’t exchange information but planned on meeting six months after on the same place. Call my cynical but I believe this sort of situation only happens probably 20% in real life (???) because you may never know but the person you’re talking to is actually some kind of psycho killer or thief but I’m not denying that it’s romantic though. It’s just that the world is not a safe place to live in and we all have to be vigilant if we want to live. 

On the second movie, nine years after the events of the first, you could really see the drastic changes between the two main characters. Jesse, a now successful writer and a married man with a son named Hank, writes a book on his experiences nine years prior while Celine becomes an environmentalist and an activist with a long distance war photographer boyfriend. Everything was fine until Celine read his book and decided to attend his last book tour at her favorite bookshop in France. Sparks fly and their feelings once again reignited upon meeting but they only have an afternoon since Jesse is to fly back to the US in the evening. It was also known that Jesse actually went back to Vienna as planned. However, Celine was not able to make it due to her grandmother’s death which happened on the same day of their plan. In this movie, you could see how both characters were unhappy with their current situations despite their excellent contributions to their respective careers. Personally, I somehow relate myself with Celine and her unluckiness in her love life after having several ex-partners who each got married after breaking up with her and calling her thanking her how she helped them in knowing what love is. I mean, wow, are we grooming men to be the future husbands of other women??? Hahahaha I just can’t with the idea.

The third film is set another nine years after the events of Before Sunset. They are now together here with twins after Jesse divorced his wife in the US. They had a deal to have their son, Hank, visit them every Summer. This movie made so much improvements compared to the previous ones because it touched so many topics with multiple characters and conversations present and also highlights the conflict between Celine’s career and Jesse’s frustration in being a father with his elder son. The family are invited in Greece by a famous writer for a six-week vacation. The infamous fight between Jesse and Celine marks the climax of the movie and people were wondering if they would really end up 56 more years to match the 74 marriage years of Jesse’s grandparents. I can’t also help but relate with Celine, not as a mother but as a woman. Because of the patriarchal principles established in our society wherein women are expected to stay at home, tend to the children and the house -- the woman is capable and wants to do the things she loves to do that would empower her as an individual but finds it hard to do it because of being tied with her family. I understand Jesse’s dilemma as well since he is aware of the effects of their divorce to his son and there is this constant pressure of saving him from the impending effects who lives miles away from where they are based. Jesse wanting to be with Hank means Celine giving up her career thus, starting a conflict in their married life. If I were them, they can settle a schedule where Jesse travels to and fro to stay with Hank for a couple of weeks perhaps without neglecting his father and husband duties with Celine and Nina and Ella and then Celine can now go on with her plans and aspirations for her career. It may be hard but marriage and love consist of compromises and sacrifices for the ones you love and yourself. They just have to meet somewhere in between.

Remember when I said I started watching the trilogy after seeing snippets of Before the End with Jesse and Celine in a video call, separated? I probed a fan and apparently that wasn’t real and they were pieces of interviews put together to make it look legit. God, I was so relieved because I think I couldn’t bear yet the idea of them eventually separating given with that tense events in the third movie. It was a nice try for the fans though. At least it fooled me to finally start watching it hahahahahaah

The Before Series taught me so much about life that it really is not always magic and butterflies. The transformation of Celine from being a romantic French girl to a careful, fearful woman got me a lot and made me realize that it’s actually hard to find someone to spend your life with and appreciate mundane stuff with. Jesse’s cynical and depressed personality made him write books as a way of channeling his inner emotions and make them alive. People with deep emotions are usually the ones inclined to arts and I could never agree more. And of course, the connection established among people is something the series showed me and it’s one of the most important foundations in building relationships as long as you are honest and genuine within yourselves. 

The storyline was actually based on a real life event by the director of the trilogy himself. Apparently, the real woman inspired by Celine’s character died before the release of the Before Sunrise in which the director only knew of this in 2010.

[rushipedia]

omg the lonely encounter is soooo goood. i've been craving for more huhu pls can you do a part 2? tysm <33

A Lonely Encounter - Part 2. (1)

A/N: Hi guys. i am back. did you miss me. i missed me. i love u guys i have exactly 222 followers. i have a lot of birthday hcs to write bc i am very late and i want to at least write bday hcs for every character this year :3. just a little productive thing for me to do. ganyu is the first~~ then everyone else who's had a birthday so far this year...if i missed anyone else.

Edit: This is also probably where I'll be ending this little short series thingie since I'm working on a full-fledged impostalbedo x reader comic hehehe the first part is in the works. I was having a horrid time coming up with a plot.

Edit 2: Okay... i may need to turn this into a full-blown series. Also I did the second half of this fc in one go and it only took 4 hours. Why didn't I do this sooner...

Sorry impostalbedo brainrotters. Have this food.

Pairing: Albedo x GN!Reader (Barely there bc tbh I've strayed rlly far from the original prompt), Imposter!Albedo x GN!Reader????

Genre: ??????Idk still man, angst, fluff

Word Count: 3551

Warnings: none!! a little bit of cussing... i dunno man

Taglist: (Dm to be put on!) @cursedgenshin

GENDER-NEUTRAL READER!! ALWASY!! yassss(sorry)

- Requests are kind of open... by kind of I mean it may or may not take me 65 years to get to yours. ehe~

It had been a few weeks since your near-deadly encounter with Albedo's double, and part of you wishes you'd died in that moment.

Cold bit your fingers and your nose as you leaned against a snow-covered rock to take a much-needed breath. The condensation from your heavy breathing was clearly visible from how cold it was. The wind was blowing cold, and the snow was nearly blinding. You'd been on your way back up the mountain from your trip to Monstadt, but an unexpected snowstorm had overtaken you before you'd even realized what was going on.

And now you were slumped against a rock, cradling your shaking hands close to your chest, but it didn't do much against the biting cold.

You knew you had to get up and keep moving, but you suddenly felt so exhausted. You knew what was happening, hypothermia. But still, you couldn't move. Funny how these things worked.

"Albedo..." You mumbled, your eyes opening and closing slowly as you fought to keep yourself awake. "Albedo..."

You weren't sure which you were calling out to. Your perfect 'knight in shining armor', or the one who wasted no time showing you what damage he could so-easily cause to you.

You weren't sure whose arms you felt wrapping underneath your legs and across your back as your consciousness slipped further away, despite your best efforts.

"I thought you were smart enough not to let something like this happen... after all, you figured me out pretty quickly back on the mountain-top, didn't you?" You head a voice say. Albedo's. But based on his words, it wasn't the Knights of Fevonious' beloved Chief Alchemist.

You were in a limbo. You didn't know what to do. This... 'Albedo' had become aggressive at a moment's notice the first time you'd met him. You weren't sure what to think. Had he taken you here to kill you? Dispose of you and anyone else who knew he existed?

You were glad now that you hadn't told the 'real' Albedo that you'd encountered him. You'd kept it to yourself this whole time, watching every shadow, whipping your gaze towards every little noise. To make sure he hadn't come back.

In truth, you weren't afraid of the fact he could hurt you. You were afraid of what would happen if the two of them were to come across each other. Albedo didn't seem to know of the existence of the other version of him, otherwise there would be many more precautions.

He was very protective over his coworkers, especially you, despite you being able to hold your own pretty easily.

You'd been thinking about it for a moment before you realized- you were conscious again, and your eyes snapped open. You were met by a pair of blue eyes and a mop of blond hair.

"'Bedo...?" You slurred, and the eyes moved away. You winced in pain as you sat up from your place against a rock. You were inside of a cave. He could've at least put you somewhere more comfortable, damn.

"So you lived." You hear the voice say again. You're wondering what you should even call him. He's not Albedo.

But he is, though...? Maybe its his twin that Albedo himself doesn't know about. Or maybe he does and just didn't have the hindsight to tell you about it. No, he wouldn't do that. But you can't help but wonder the origins of this man as you watch him tend to a fire, which provided very little warmth to you from so far away.

He turned his head toward you and kind of, beckoned you over with a jerk of his head. You took the invitation immediately, attempting to get up.

"F-Fuck," You shuddered as you shakily stood up, "It's cold." Your body was sore and stiff from being on the ground for as long as you were. Which, you're thinking at this point, you've been out for hours. You took a breath and dragged yourself over to the fire, dropping down onto the ice almost immediately.

You felt his icy eyes on you as you held your hands out to the fire.

"Well, we are surrounded by ice and snow." You heard him mumble. "Though the temperature in this cave is much higher than it is out in the open, I suppose your human body is still easily susceptible to the extreme temperature."

You exhaled. He may not be Albedo, but he's similar to him in the pretentious vocabulary department.

"S-So you're not cold?" You ask, looking over at him. When your eyes meet, he looks away.

"No. I am a synthetic human, as is the one you call 'Chief Alchemist'." He mumbles. God this was creepy, has he been watching you?

"Though I only know this information because I took his place for a short time in Monstadt a couple weeks ago." He continued. Oh. Okay, good.

He stood up suddenly and shed his coat. You'd always assumed that despite Albedo being synthetic, his clothes weren't and were tailored by someone out of fabric, but now you're questioning. These encounters had you questioning everything.

You felt the weight of his coat over your shoulders and would have half the mind to rip it off if you weren't shivering.

"Um... Albedo," You started, your tone quiet, echoing off the icy cave walls around you. "I met you on the mountaintop that day, right?"

His eyes flitted towards you before looking away once again.

"Yes, I apologize for my rash behavior." He said, looking down at the ground from his position sitting on a rock.

“After observing you and my successor for some time, I realized that sort of demeanor was unnecessary.” He mumbled. He was tending to a pot sitting over the fire. You stood up stiffly and walked closer to the fire. There was only one rock.

He glanced at you and then looked away again. He wasn’t nearly as threatening in a situation like this, even if you were the only one freezing your ass off.

“Move over.” You said after approaching him. “Sitting on the ice is cold.”

He looked at you for a few moments before scooting over. You sat down next to him. It was just big enough to fit the both of you if you sat right next to him. His body became rigid, but he didn’t seem entirely uncomfortable.

“What are you making?” You asked. It smelled like it wouldn’t kill you, at least. That is, if he let you have any.

“Food.” He mumbled. You tried not to think about the fact that he probably didn’t know any monetary dishes or their names, even if he was making something similar. You leaned against him slightly.

“You don’t even feel warm.” You mumbled into his shoulder, and he let you. He didn’t say anything, though. Unlike Albedo, he didn’t seem like the type to drone on for no reason. You were kind of glad.

He reaches out to tend to the pot again and once he returned to his position from before, you leaned more of your weight on him. Still, he didn’t budge. At least his jacket was helping a little.

The silence, besides the few animals scittering and the wind blowing, seemed more torturous at that moment than Albedo’s endless talking.

"About the painting..." You said finally, your side pressed fully into his with your arm wrapped around his begrudgingly still one. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable, but the both of you knew that you had warmed up a long time ago. Less with his help and more with the help of the fire.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably and side-eyed you. Your head was on his shoulder now and you were staring at the fire.

"I said earlier that you do not need to bring up our earlier conversations. That interaction is one I'd rather we both forget about." He said, shrugging you off of him and standing up. "It was not the most conveying of my true character."

He took the pot off the fire and set it on the rock next to you. Watching him work on pouring the soup, you realized that, among the domesticity of the scene before you, he was the one that had stolen several appliances from Albedo's camp. You huffed out a small laugh before getting back to the topic at hand.

"You know that's not what I want to talk about. You know..." You mumbled, looking into the bowl of soup he'd handed you. Up close now, it looked less like soup and more like simple Goulash. An old but delicious recipe.

"I'm sure Albedo would really love another person to teach them how to paint in his spare time, anyway." You hummed, content, for now, to use the bowl to keep your hands warm, as the fire wasn't doing that very efficiently. "I can't imagine there's much for him to do up here all alone in his leisure."

Albedo had never talked about it, but you could see that lonely look in your eyes whenever it was time for you to take your leave from Dragonspine.

The both of you had your own lives and responsibilities to attend to, but you would feel a lot better if there was someone just like him (maybe a little bit too much like him) around to keep him company. That is if he could get past the uncanny appearance of his long-lost twin is to himself.

Albedo stands looking into his own dish for a long time. He doesn't really know what to say. The words hang in the air. There was a reason nobody knew of his presence on this mountain until now. He didn't hold himself in a high enough regard to even consider trying to make friends.

"Or... I could teach you. Albedo taught me the basics... we could learn together." He glanced at you once those words left your mouth.

"I'm afraid not. You would grow tired of me rather quickly." He said. He said it so matter of factly that there was no way this could be some ploy for your pity. His tone left no room for an argument, so you just sat there helplessly.

"You can't know that for sure," You sigh, looking back at him and he looks away. Though he's a great deal farther away from you now than he was before. You shovel a couple of bites of food into your mouth before it grew cold

"Ido know, however, that your cooking is much better than Albedo's." You set your bowl down on the rock next to you before standing up. "You wouldn't happen to be partial to eating uh... spiders, would you?"

He makes a face at you and turns away, crossing his arms.

"Of course not. That sounds horrible." He mutters. You let out a laugh before stretching out your limbs, sore from the cold, and walking the few strides separating the two of you over to him.

"What is with you and being near me?" He asked, sounding breathless. You quirk your eyebrows at him before letting out a small laugh once again.

"What's with you and wanting to be lonely all the time?"

His eyes widen slightly at you. It was meant to be a simple joke. You really hoped you hadn't struck a nerve. He reached his arm out to grab you. The action startled you, but there was no malice in his eyes.

"Just because I'm alone doesn't mean I'm lonely." He said., quietly. His face was close to yours like he was suddenly the one who had no ideas about personal space. You leaned forward the tiniest bit and leaned your forehead against his. For a moment, his expression faltered, but his sharp glare returned shortly.

"Says the one without an inkling of interacting with others. He attacks me on the mountain, but he just wants to learn to paint." You say, the quietness of your tone almost being lost against the billowing winds just outside the cave.

"Though, after knowing your true intentions, it's quite endearing, don't worry." He grits his teeth and pulled away, but it was you who grabbed his arm this time.

"Sorry- I'm sorry. I don't mean to tease you." You say, your voice still steady. You put your hands on both of his upper arms and smiled at him. "I really do think it's sweet that you want to learn. And there are plenty of people who would like to teach you, not just me or Albedo. There are lots of other things that people can teach you, too."

The Albedo that Monstadt had come to know and love was known to be a smooth talker. But here, in a situation like this, you can't help but feel that you've picked up a thing or two from him along the way as the young man's face in front of you flourished into hues of pink and red as he seemingly realized the gravity of this little thing you'd got going on. Surely he knew about romance. You just laughed.

Once his initial embarrassment was over, he didn't attempt to full away, to your amusement.

"So. I suppose you've been around longer than Albedo? What's that like." You ask. He tells you quietly about where he came from, and how he was cast away by his maker simply for not meeting her expectations.

That doesn't sound like his fault at all, but his maker's. Yet he was left to deal with the consequences as he wound himself in the belly of a dragon and then on a snowy, cold, lonely mountaintop. Both are made of chalk, neither more nor lesser than the other. If Albedo was the prince of chalk, he might as well be the prince of this mountain. The ice, the snow, and the deafening silence that came with it.

You couldn't help but sympathize. With the way that you carried yourself, it was hard to keep many people close to you. Albedo was one of very few.

"You know, the people of Monstadt would really love you. They love Albedo and all the other 'outsiders' who come. Whether you stay for just a little while or for a long time, you'll find your place easily." You smile again. His eyes look hopeful, but he tries not to show it on his face.

"Plus, you could find some other things you like, too. Flora could d teach you about flowers, there aren't many of those up here... um... Katheryne could assign you commissions! We could go exploring!" You say. You're getting too excited now, you don't want to scare him away. You decide to tone it down a bit, just until you can get him off this cold-ass mountain, at least...

"Please come with me." You say, your hands sliding from his upper arms to his gloved hands. "I'll take you to meet Albedo, then a special bard that I know. He can see the future, so he'll be able to tell you where you'll be happy... if you really want to be sure you're not wasting your time."

You hold his hands up in front of you, begging him with your eyes.

"You can join my adventuring team, too. We can-" He cut you off with words of his own.

"Unlike you, I'm not on the human life-span time-crunch." He said, no bite to his words. Just the facts. "I'll be the one deciding if the decisions I'm making are a waste of time or not. Plus, I'm rather interested in flowers. As you said, there are very few here."

He watched as your eyes sparkled with joy. Your words of comfort and reassurance had paid off, but he still felt a little bit off-put about suddenly shoving himself into the lives of the people who'd seemed so content with their routine. He wonders if maybe there is a chance they won't accept him. A contrast to the lovely picture of the romantic Monstadt lifestyle you'd painted in his head, but a highly likely one.

He returned your bright smile with a small, wry one. He didn't really want to get his hopes up yet. But now you were blabbing about finishing the food before it gets cold and packing up these things so you can go to see Albedo.

And suddenly he was back on the rock in front of the fire and you were pushing his bowl of food back into his hands. He ate as you said to without protest. you could tell he was rather giddy to get out of here. Humonculus or not, nobody would want to be in here for long all by themselves.

The two of you finished eating and packed up your things before putting out the fire. You had to assure him several times that the cave would remain exactly as he left it as it had been for the last hundred years. You understood the anxieties of home changing when you're away, but he'd find a new home soon, you hoped. A brighter, warmer, livelier one where he wouldn't be alone.

"Albedo!" You called, running up the snowy path. The other trailed behind you. Albedo turned away from his wor and looked to you with happiness in his eyes.

"Oh! Y/N. I was rather worried when you didn't arrive before the blizzard earlier. I'm glad you're okay. I was about to set out to Monstadt to search for you." He says. The bag of supplies he sets down proves that his words are not lies.

"Um. There's someone I'd like for you to meet. He has an interest in painting, just like you." You say. Albedo looks at you inquisitively, his head tilting slightly. He kind of reminded you of a stoic dog at times. Curious, yet uninterested in showing it to anyone more often than not.

"Ah-" Albedo salet out a noise, suddenly. He didn't sound surprised, but rather... happy. "It's you!"

"I was wondering when we'd meet face-to-face. Your sneaking abilities could use some work." He said, giving a close-eyed smile to the young man behind you. He fidgeted nervously, before taking a step forward toward him.

"My name's Albedo. You probably already know that, though. So I hear you like to paint?" You were surprised. You didn't expect Albedo to already know about the mysterious man who had been shadowing you for weeks. Though, you had to agree. Recently, you'd been catching glimpses of him in the corner of your eye. Though scary at first, it seemed silly now and you couldn't help but smile at the endearing scene in front of you.

Albedo hadn't been this freely talkative around anyone but you or Sucrose for some time now. You hoped that they could confide in each other as much as they'd confided in you for the short time you'd known them both.

You tuned out there talking as you thought about earlier's events. The two of you had gotten quite close today, and you hoped this was the start of something interesting. You really wanted to know more about both of them.

"Ah, right-" You say, interrupting their talk with your quiet realization. "Flowers."

You walk over to one of the alchemy tables and rummage through a bag you'd brought here last time.

"Windwheel Asters. Freshly picked for alchemy shenanigans... uh... I guess- a couple of days ago, now." Your voice became nervous as you realized this probably wasn't the greatest example of the beauty of Monstadt's flowers. You walked towards the two of them and presented the slightly wilted flower to him. He smiled slightly and took the flower from you.

"It's quite beautiful. I hope to see more." His smile became slightly larger at the thought.

"There are plenty of species of flowers in Monstadt. Sometimes Flora even has flowers imported from other regions of Teyvat, like Liyue. I'm sure you'll enjoy them." Albedo said, fondly.IT seemed he was just as relieved as you were to have brought the young man out of his shell.

"So- um... what's your name?" You asked. They both looked at you stunned. Albedo's shocked face stemmed from the disbelief that you'd gotten this far with him without asking his name, and the other's was... well... because he didn't have one. There was no one around to call his name, so he'd never really thought about it. His creator hadn't given him one either.

He simply stood there for a moment with his mouth open slightly.

"Well- um. I don't-"

"It's fine," Albedo said, saving the day, as per usual. "You can think about it. Pick one you like."

"Yeah! Maybe you can name yourself after a flower... that would be super cool." You smiled, taking both of their hands in yours.

You explained your plan to Albedo about taking the other to Monstadt and he made a few preparations before the three of you set off down the mountain. The wind blew cold, but you knew that making this trip for the nth time would always be worth it. You hoed that this was the introduction into the world with open arms that he'd been hoping for.

And though he probably wouldn't tell you anytime soon, it was.

rushipedia ☆ 2021

[peachyysugaa]

circuit

― youtuber!sim jaeyun x electrical engineering major!gn!reader

you didn't think your favorite physics youtuber would be filming a lecture at your university.

genre: fluff

wc: 1.7k

warnings: physics (probably incorrect too 🤡), a bit of cursing

a/n: all my homies and i hate the line-break glitch 😡😡 but i still hope you all enjoy jake as a physics lecturer hehehe~ he's so polite here too no soccer chad energy 😳

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the third upload! feel free to read by itself~ ♞──────────────────────────♞

"oh my gosh, he's so young and cute!"

"should i ask for his number?"

"but wait, what if he just talks about physics?"

these are the whispers you hear as you're about to walk into your physics lecture. pondering what kind of person would make university students want their number but still be into physics, your mind thinks of the physics youtuber you always watch in your spare time.

you shake your head and chuckle to yourself in disbelief. 'no, it can't be,' you think. oh, but apparently, it can be. because as you pull open the heavy door to your lecture hall named after some old guy who did something extraordinarily science-related for the school, you catch a glimpse of a familiar mop of brown hair.

line break - ignore this, it's so the glitch doesn't take this next paragraph away :')

however many times you blinked your eyes, you couldn't deny that it was him, jake sim, or as he was known on youtube, physjaeyun or even ta jake for fun, but you knew him as your favorite physics youtuber. late nights of physics often included him clearly explaining all the concepts and problems to you, helping you a great deal with your homework and even helping you ace some tests.

"sorry, can i sit there?" you don't realize you were blocking the aisle on your left until your fellow classmate politely asked you.

"oh, sorry!" you say to them, moving out of their way and rushing to the second front row. as you sit down, your eyes waver to the australian youtuber nearby and then to the camera that is several rows behind yours.

"is he... filming a video for his channel?" you mutter to yourself.

"i am." you whip your head back towards the front and clutch your hand to your chest in attempt to calm down the rapid beating. he chuckles at the sight of your expression as if you were a deer caught in the headlights. "i'm looking forward to teaching you today."

"i-i'm looking forward to learning more from you today," you manage to admit.

his smile is bright and warm like it was emitting rays of sunshine itself. "you watch my videos?"

you gulp the excited anxiousness caused by his smile away. "yeah, i do. they help me out a lot, i'm actually an electrical engineering major," you manage to say without stuttering.

"really?" he grins as he watches you nod. "you'll really like this lesson then."

your eyebrows furrow as you tilt your head to the side in confusion, but he just walks away with a mischievous boyish smirk. you shake your head to snap out of the daze and quickly take out your notetaking supplies.

'wait, did i just talk to him?' your mind suddenly realizes, and your jaw can't help but to go slack. 'oh shit, i did!?!!;$&/!?/$&'

your mind is racing full of thoughts and exclamations unable to form cohesive nor full sentences, so when sim jake's voice booms throughout the lecture hall, you almost drop your writing utensil as you scramble to catch it. luckily, you're able to hold it in your hand tightly, letting out a breath of relief as you tune into the youtuber's first live lecture. "... some of you may know me," a wink is directed towards you, which makes you look left and right to see if he was looking at anyone else and he wasn't. "some of you may not, but that's alright, because i'm still teaching your lesson today and it'll be uploaded on youtube in case you end up not being able to keep up."

he goes over to the first large whiteboard and writes the topic of today's lesson before reading it out loud. "circuits," he announces, "are essentially paths in which electricity can flow."

his voice booms throughout the lecture hall, aided by the microphone he wears on his collar, no doubt providing clear audio for the video as well. it is able to pick up the squeaking of the marker against the board as he draws straight lines representing what you decipher as a battery, wire, and a capacitor, all on the same line starting from the battery and ending at the battery.

'ah, circuits. that's why he said i would like this lesson,' you think as you copy the diagrams and write a few notes as to what the components are while jake continues lecturing with his smooth voice.

"any questions so far?" he asks, glancing around the lecture hall. "no? great."

after more notes on lectures on the different types of circuits, the young lecturer begins covering how to calculate resistance, current, and the like using an example. to you, these calculations are nothing new―rather, this is the basics of your whole major.

"well, if there are no further questions, let's have you all go through an example by yourselves. first one to come up to me with all the correct answers gets a prize from me at the end of class," jake announces. at the sound of an incentive, the whole class including you kick it into gear. immediately pulling out your scientific calculator, you're off to work analyzing the combination circuit of resistors jake had set up for your class as he paces back and forth in front with a notable smirk.

your writing utensil definitely feels the pressure as you hold it tightly, not letting it slip as you carefully write out each calculation, each resistance, and each current in neat lines next to the diagram. when you finish double-checking your work, you let out a deep breath of relief and look around to see everyone still working.

"can i see what you have?" a voice calls to you. it's like deja vu: your head turning to see the familiar face you admired many times during long nights of difficult physics problems and concepts just as you did at the start of lecture. with a blank and dazed look on your face, you can't help but to stare and blink as you hand over your completed exercise.

the youtuber looks it over silently, your heart beating a mile a minute, waiting in anticipation for his thoughts. then, a smile breaks out on his face. "congrats, you're the first one with the correct answers! record timing too, i might add."

"really?" you gasp aloud, causing him to chuckle.

"i'll see you after lecture, mx...?"

"y/n, y/n l/n."

"mx. y/n," he says with a grin before turning away to the front of the lecture hall to announce the end. "it appears we have our winner!"

some groans are heard, making jake chuckle into his mic. "if you couldn't get the answers, your professor will upload up to their website accordingly. i hope you all enjoyed today's lesson, and have a good day!"

as class has ended, there are those who had packed up quickly and already on their feet to get to their next class or just to get out, those that linger behind to wait for their friends or finish packing, and then there's you, packing up slowly only to sheepishly sit in your seat to wait for the rest of your classmates to leave.

once it's mostly clear, you move towards the youtuber who's waiting for you at the professor's usual desk. "i just wanna say..." you start, volume just barely above a whisper before plucking up your courage by speeding up, "thatyouremyfavoritephysicsyoutuberandthankyousosomuchfor—"

"whoa, whoa, slow down there, mx. y/n," he says, immediately standing up from the desk and putting his hands on your shoulders. "take a deep breath before telling me what you wanna say."

"uhm... i just... wanted to say that you're my favorite physics youtuber and..." you trail off, cheeks burning. the sight of him nodding with a grin encourages you to keep going. he whispers an "and?" to you. "and... i really appreciate your videos, so a reward really isn't necessary, your videos and you being here is enough."

"wow, i can't believe you're a longtime student of mine! i'm glad i came here then and got to meet you," he beams. "which means that i really have to give you a reward. how does coffee sound?"

blinking, your heart is lucky to have your mind working for you, because it manages to make you say yes. your eyes behold every detail of the show stopping smile he gives you while the two of you head quickly to a nearby cafe one of his friends recommended.

upon arrival, your nose is filled with the scent of coffee beans and crisp pastries. you let out a happy exhale, which jake finds endearing. he asks you for your order, to which you oblige, before telling you to find a seat. you nod and choose a bar seat that has a wonderful view of the ocean that your campus area has been blessed with.

you're busy wondering how lucky you are to have had physics at such a time that jake sim would teach a lecture for your class and to have been fast enough to finish a detailed problem, when jake returns with two cups of coffee.

he puts one cup in front of you but doesn't take a seat. noticing his frown, you tilt your head to the side to indicate your confusion.

"i apologize, mx. y/n, i would love to stay longer and chat with you, but it looks like my friend jungwon needs me for an emergency," jake melancholically explains.

you frown but shake your head. "it's no problem, mr. sim—"

"jake, please call me jake," he insists.

"j-jake," you stutter, testing the waters. he nods with the same golden retriever energy you're often fond of in videos. "you go ahead, thank you for the coffee."

"i hope to see you around soon or often, mx. y/n," jake says with a winks. he rushes out of the cafe while muttering to himself about how his friend better be in an actual emergency. you chuckle to yourself and pick up the coffee he had bought for you.

swirling the contents, you're about to bring the warm liquid to your lips when you notice writing on the paper sleeve. intrigued, you decide to slip it off and read it, the short letter giving you butterflies.

mx. y/n, i hope it's not too forward to want to call you just y/n and ask you out on a date. call me? xxx-xxx-xxxx jake sim

taglist: @cha-raena okay i'm missing a few people? :( just send me an ask again if i missed you or reply to the masterlist!

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

YAY ITS STILL OPEN ok so uhhhhh may i suggest hcs for hq boys w reader on the subway/train, and reader is being touched / given weird looks by a stranger? like, what the boys would do or say when he notices, how he’d react, etc? if it’s okay, could you write it for atsumu, iwa and/or semi? hehehe thx bb ily <3

For this one I went with you getting stared at/weird looks because I feel like if you got touched by someone in their presence, even on a crowded train, all 3 of these men will throw down without a single care in the world. Iwa is breaking jaws here. Atsumu is getting publicly shamed for beating some guy up. Semi is *this close* to committing murder.

I thought this would go a little more smoothly. I hope you enjoy!

A second part got requested as well and is {here}!

Atsumu

Right at first, he might not notice it. After all, he is looking out the window. He is admiring the city.

But he notices the way you lean into him and anxiously side-eye one half of the subway. He sure as hell notices a set of eyes that aren’t his own on your ass. Will absolutely tell this guy off if he needs to. Will bring you closer to him, keeps a comforting and protective arm around your waist, keeps looking back at that fucking guy who just won’t stop looking at you. Of course, you are visibly uncomfortable, damn near clinging to Atsumu’s hand as if he’s going to disappear.

So in return, he holds you tighter. Will shamelessly slide his hand into your back pocket, looking back at the man who finally does something other than stare at your ass. He meets Atsumu’s gaze, a frown on his face as if Atsumu was the one causing problems on the train. No one else seems to notice the moment between them, but Atsumu wins. With his unblinking glare, the man finally scoffs, gets up and wanders off. He worries some other girl is gonna get eyeballed disgustingly by that creep, but as you finally seem to relax in his arms, all he can do is kiss your head, assure you everything is okay and return his hand back to your waist. If you didn’t know you were safe with him before, you sure do now.

Iwaizumi

If looks could fucking kill.

Doesn’t take his eyes off this guy once he sees the way he’s eyeballing you, a way that makes Iwaizumi extremely uncomfortable even if you don’t happen to notice it. At first. With the way he pulls you closer and possessively wraps his arm around you, it catches your attention. Iwaizumi isn’t a possessive man, you’re your own person, you can care for yourself— not this time. Not when he’s around and certainly not when this guy is looking at you like he’s fantasizing about things Iwaizumi doesn’t even want to imagine.

You quietly assure him it’s okay, kiss his cheek and hold his hand. Not a damn thing is taking his eyes off this guy. If he happens to grow a set and look at Iwaizumi let alone has the balls to stare at him back, you could swear Iwaizumi doesn’t even blink. There’s a certain look in his eyes, one that scares the other guy off indefinitely. He watches him to make sure he really leaves before he finally eases up, but he’s still holding you close. Continues to do so the rest of the day, makes sure you walk in places first, holds your hand, keeps his eye on you.

It doesn’t matter if he looks crazy, you’re his top-priority. Of course you’re beautiful, of course you get stares, but not like that and Iwaizumi isn’t going to forget about it for awhile, let alone get on the subway with you again for a long time. And if you need to, he’s going with you. “I’m not possessive,” he says when you tease him, “I’m protecting you. Damn if I let some guy like that even think about touching you.”

Semi

He scoffs, he almost laughs.

This guy is eyeing your entire body in a way not even Semi does. The man looks like he’s nearly drooling, won’t even look at Semi. You’re stiff, you see it happening, but you ignore it outside of carefully checking up on the guy every now and then. Semi knows very well that you’re capable of caring for yourself, you ride this subway alone all of the time, but he can’t help but wonder if this guy is always here or has seen you before. He sure is staring at you like he’s seen you before. Like the two of you were something more than complete strangers. And yet Semi was certain if he wasn’t there, things worse than his eyeballs would be on you.

So he moves you. Guides you to the other side of him where this creepy guy can’t see you so well. You send him a thankful look as he holds you close, flickering his gaze over to this guy a few more times. First he gets a glare, as if protecting his girlfriend is the problem and not the way this stranger was eyeing you, then he’s looking out the window, then he gets off at a stop 3 stops before yours. You seem to finally let out a breath you were holding and rest your head against Semi. Even after he’s gone, Semi isn’t so sure he wants you riding this train alone anymore.

[carpexiem]

overseas.

v. no. it can't be her.

sticky note. half written chapter!! i kinda enjoyed writing it too much but that's what writing should be like anyways :3 i wonder who sunghoon is talking about hehehe 😏😏

anygayssss, i hope u enjoyyyyy <3

warning. swearing (as always), talks abt flushing oneself down the toilet???

to say y/n was just nervous was an indescribable understatement. she was an absolute anxious wreck and was sure that her nails were now dissolving into their roots (okay... maybe not that severe) after attacking them so feverishly. a sense of huge unfamiliarity washed over her as her class strolled through the automatic doors of the entrance, eyes of those who were blatantly skiving (unless timetables were different in america and class definitely wasn't occuring at 9am) drifted cooly towards them, eyebrows furrowed in inquisition. mute questions obviously tumbled from their minds and y/n wanted nothing more than to scurry away from the limelight she had no other choice than to be in.

"ah good morning! may you be the exchange school coming today?" a woman behing them exclaimed excitedly, her perfectly manicured fingers clasped together.

she looks so american, not that it's necessarily a bad thing, y/n thought.

"yes, yes we are!" mrs nara replied, smiling slightly; y/n could immediately tell she wasn't in favour of the appearance of the young woman. she wasn't suprised though, mrs nara was a proud overly conservative boomer. the american teacher signaled the class of 20 (excluding the 2 teachers) to follow her, leading them down a forgetable, enigmatic route of dark hallways and 5 too many stairs... of the 5 stair cases they ascended.

the school was gargantuan.

they finally arrived at the door of a classroom, the young lady grinning at them with raised eyebrows before opening the door with one hand, an arm out as she stood against the door, allowing them to enter the room.

a murmur undulated across the room as they were taken to sit right. in. the. middle.

fucking great.

"okay, everyone! quieten down please." a male teacher shouted, and may his wish be their command as they did just that.

"i'd like to welcome westwood secondary, to our school today. we will be hosting them for the next two weeks as i'm sure you've been told, and some of you have been lucky enough to have them as partners and also have them stay with you during this time." squeals from girls could be heard, and smirks from boys could be seen; y/n just hoped that her partner wasn't intolerable. as they settled down once again, the man continued, "your american high school journey begins asap, kids," he cried as he turned toward y/n's class, "so it's now time to get partnered up!" the room was quiet with anticipation, as the teacher removed the list from a yellow folder.

"okay, first pair... yeon-yeonseo lee- sorry if i pronounced your name incorrectly- and stephen yoon." the announced teens smiled as they both stood up and sat next to each other (chairs had been placed at the front of the class for the pupils who were being partnered). each passing second brewed more and more anxiety in y/n, and the girl just wanted this part to be over and done with.

"next pair, kaela wong and kai huening."

the process went on for the next 17 students, and y/n was nearly convinced that she had been left out. as she stood there, sticking out like a sore thumb, all by herself, she itched to know who her partner was, and she definitely wasn't expecting the next sentence to emit from the teacher's mouth.

"last pair is y/n l/n and jay park."

no.

no way.

the teacher was absolutely spitting out bullshit.

she circled girl. girl. she wanted a girl to be her partner. not a boy.

her head snapped towards where her two friends were sat, their expressions contorted into one of shock too. this is not what she signed up for at all. and for the first time on a trip ever, she wished she never even accepted the letter in the first place.

walking over to one of the last two seats, her partner following, she glanced at him and he most definitely didn't look amused, at all.

this is going to be one fucking hell ride.

synopsis. seventeen year old y/n receives the ‘once in a lifetime’ opportunity to travel to america for a school exchange trip. with nothing expecting to go wrong whatsoever, y/n happily journeys overseas to seattle. only to get there and find out: her exchange partner is, in fact, male. and not female. like she had chosen?

wait…did she?

anyways, what could actually go wrong?

so many things, that y/n swears she'll never be caught dead on an exchange ever again...

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Funny how i was taking a break of my own haha!^^ Welcome back!! This might possibly be a sensitive topic for you so i’m sure you know how this goes heheh(fell free to decline as always:3). So could I maybee request hcs for Teru+ The Yugi twins who’s s/o suffered from head trauma(why am I like this..) pretty much just loss of memory/hazy memory

Quick idea since it’s late and i really need sleep// Maybe they were just hanging out with their s/o when an apparition or exorcist comes and attacks them while their s/o is caught in the crossfire

Hanako, Teru, and Tsukasa with an s/o who had head trauma❣︎

Warning: could be a sensitive topic for some

A/n: Ahhh luv you and welcome back!

Why is it I thought of Dory from finding nemo-

I been listening to the same Tsukasa playlist for the past week

It’s such a good playlist!!

I feel like this is longer than my normal writing

Anyways, enjoy and have a good day or night!

Oh it was hell for Hanako

You two were having a picnic on the roof when a supernatural came

He turned around and saw you getting his in the head he freaked out

He took care of the supernatural and quickly rushed to you

Your head was bleeding and you were passed out

He felt so vulnerable, so weak

He picked you up bridal style and ran

He knew no one could see him so he looked for someone that could or some people that could see you are injured and call an ambulance

He would stick with you the entire time, even when people found your body and were trying to help you and call an ambulance, he was holding your hand whispering things like “You will be okay… she will be fine… people are here to help…”

He watched as you were picked up by the doctors and drove away

The worst part is that he couldn’t even leave the school so he had no idea what was happening to you

He got all his information for Yashiro

He would ask her for daily updates on you

All he knew what that you were okay in the hospital and had to stay for a while longer

Hanako was a lot quieter after you left

If Kou or Yashiro brought this up, he would put on a fake smile and tease them for a while before going to his normal sulking

He just really missed you and really wanting to know what was happening

Once you got back and Hanako found out about your memory loss

He didn’t know how to react.

He would try to help you any way he can

Like he would remind you about things but he wouldn’t bring up the wonders until he knew you were ready

“Be careful Y/n! Hold my hand if you feel like you are going to fall, okay..?” Yashiro panicked as she saw you lose your footing for a second.

“I’m fine Yashiro… thanks though…” You accepted her hand.

“Please, call me Nene!” The radish smiled “You normally called me Nene before so I might help!”

“Okay… Nene. Where are we going..?”

“Oh, uh, I wanted to introduce you to a friend that you knew!”

“A friend? Does he go to the school?”

“Uhm- no! It’s kind of hard to explain… May I explain it later please?”

“Oh, sure I guess.”

You and Nene approached the girls bathroom in the old school building. You put your hand on the knob of the door but pulled your hand away from the door stopping you.

“I think it’s better if I go first, can you wait out here for me? I will only be a couple second” Nene asked.

“Okay…” You said and she went inside the bathroom, leaving you in the empty hallway.

“Hanako!” She called out. She walked to the third stall and started banging on the door “Hanako get out here, I have something very important!” A white wisp circled around the window sill and the ghost appeared, crossing his legs and arms.

“What is it Yashiro? You will break the door if you continue banging it like that and then how are people going to summon me??” Hanako questioned.

“Listen to me before you do anything!” Yashiro pointed at him “Y/n is outside the door but she doesn’t remember us… she lost her memory due to the hit she took but the doctor said it would be best if she starts to hang out with people she normally hung out with so it will help her bring back her memory!”

“She doesn’t remember us…?” Hanako repeated and Yashiro nodded.

“No, so she doesn’t remember anything about your rumor and the other supernaturals so it might not be best to throw that on her right away. Give her some time before you tell her.”

Hanako looked down.

“Okay.” Was all he said before his wisp twirled around him and he vanished.

“Uhm Yashiro-” You knocked on the door. Before you could enter you felt a cold hand touch your shoulder making you yelp. You turned around to see a boy with choppy hair and golden eyes. His eyes narrowed as he examined you. He made eye contact with you again and placed his hand from your shoulder to your cheek.

“Hey Y/n…” He said.

“Oh hello! Do I know you…?” You nervously asked. He didn’t respond.

“Hanako!” Nene yelled as she opened the bathroom door. I turned to her and she had an annoyed look as she glared at the boy.

“I guess you don’t remember me.” He brought his hand to the tip of his hat “I’m Hanako, lets chat more later kay~?”

Teru felt like it was kind of his fault :(

Like he was trying to exorcise a supernatural and you got hurt because of it

Since you weren’t an exorcist yourself, he had to protect you

But you got slammed into the wall and you hit your head hard

Angry Teru = Stronger Teru

He killed that supernatural fast and ran to your side

He called an ambulance and tended to your injury until the ambulance arrived

They wouldn’t let anyone into your room at the moment

If they told him to go home he would visit you first thing in the morning or wait as long as he needs too until they let him in

Once he found out you suffered brain damage and lost some of your memory he was in shock

He demanded to see you right away

“Hey Y/n… do you remember me?” He entered the room.

He was smiling while asking the question but it was fake, he was scared.

When you said no he was taken aback

“Who are you…?”

“W-well… I’m Teru Minamoto… your boyfriend…”

“I have a boyfriend?!?!” You shouted, almost jumping out of the bed.

“Woah woah… don’t get too worked up okay?” Teru looked at you worried and placed his hand on yours hoping it would comfort you.

He will visit you everyday you are in the hospital (if you are in there for over a day)

He would understand if you feel uncomfortable around him sometimes

Like this guy just comes in like “I’m YoUr BoYfRiEnD bAbY!” he would be creeped out as well

So he wanted to make sure you were comfortable

He would even understand if you wanted to breakup with him for a while, just until you get your memory back

He just fears that you don’t fall in love with someone else

He would bring you to all the places you liked to hang out and remind you of memories that happened there

If you are comfortable, he would love to take you to his house to have some of Kous food to try and bring back some memories

If you don’t feel comfortable going, you will be shock about how comfortable your guardians are with you going by yourself-

Once you start to go back to school, he is very protective of you

If anyone dare tries to start some crap he will shot them down instantly

He is quite protective of you in the vulnerable time but will never want to overstep your boundary

“Y/n, do you need me to walk you home?” Teru asked as you looked up at him.

“No, I don’t want to interrupt your student council work… I can just stay here.” You said with a slight smile.

“Are you sure? Akane can do all the work. He is the vice president after all.” Teru said and Akane scoffed.

“Yeah, it’s not like I don’t have enough work already!” He glared at him, earning an elbow in the side from the blond.

“Speaking of which, be a doll Akane and get the paperwork that I printed out earlier and you can take that home with you~” Teru smiled.

“Yeah whatever…” Akane stood up. Before he exited the door he turned back to you “Y/n, I do hope you gain your memory back soon.”

“Yeah… thanks Aoi-kun…” You said, slightly shocked he cared. Before he left you could have sworn you saw him smile slightly. You continued doing your work and stumbled on a problem you didn’t get.

“Uh, Teru?” You asked and his eyes shot up to meet yours. “I’m stuck on a problem”

“Oh let me help!” Teru excitedly smiled and stood up. He walked over to the couch you were sitting on and sat next to you. He took your paper and looked at the problem.

“Oh, you might not remember when the teacher discussed this… well the two letters not in the periodic table are J and Q!” Teru laughed, handing the paper back to you.

“Oh thanks Teru” You took the paper, writing down what he said. Teru stayed seated on the couch as he sighed. You examined his figure, he was tall and was hot. It shocked you when he told you you two were dating. It did hurt him that he couldn’t give you as much affection as before because he didn’t want to creep you out.

“Teru…” You said, causing him to snap back to reality.

“Yes?” He looked at you.

“I’m sorry…”

Sorry?

“For what?”

“For not remembering you. I mean I am your girlfriend but I don’t act like one because I feel like I am just getting to know you. But I see memories of us, I know I do love you, but they are so blurry! It's just, I’m sorry.”

“Oh Y/n…” Teru held your hand, smiling “It’s fine, I am willing to wait as long as I have to until you remember your memories again!

That's a promise love”

Oh boy

Tsukasa was fighting a supernatural (probably for no reason-)

And he didn’t expect anything to go wrong

Until it hit

When he looked back, he saw you on the ground not moving

Tsukasa didn’t even finish the battle with the supernatural, he used his wisp to teleport you both back to the broadcasting room

He will definitally be back to torture that supernatural later

He would hear your breathing and that will calm him down a bit

Tsukasa wanted you to stay with him but Sakura said that you have to go to the hospital as soon as possible

Tsukasa reluctantly let you go

He expected you to come back the next day but you weren't there

“Sakuraaaaa where’s my precious y/nnnnn????” Tsukasa ran into Sakura’s classroom.

“She’s at the hospital. She might be there for a while.”

Tsukasa was confused

You are strong! Why aren’t you back yet?

He would wait at the gate for you each morning to see if you came

He was so happy when you did finally come

Sakura would have to explain the whole head trauma thing because he didn’t get it

He would treat you like a porcelain doll-

He wouldn’t want you to get hurt again so he’s like a bodyguard for you!

He’s also very blunt about things

Like he wouldn’t keep the whole school wonders thing a secret from you

He would also bring you to different areas and talk about different memories you have with him there

He would constantly ask if your memories back and would whine when it’s not

He really wants you to remember him and the adventures you two had together again!

Tsukasa stood at the edge of the gate as he waited for you. His smile brightened as he saw your h/c in it’s normal style. As soon as you entered the gate he hugged you.

“Y/n, I missed you!!! Why were you in the hospital so longggggg???” Tsukasa whined as he squeezed you tighter.

“WHA- do I know you?!” You shouted at him, kind of shocked at how light he was since he was floating. He instantly broke the hug and looked at you.

“Do you not remember me? I’m Tsukasa! Your boyfriend!” He tilted his head playfully.

“M-my boyfriend?!?! And why are you floating?!” You started to panic.

“Tsukasa…” Sakura sighed as she entered the gate.

“Ah! Sakura!” Tsukasa ran to her pouting “Y/n said she doesn’t remember me!”

“Oh you're Sakura… you were the one I was supposed to meet here.” You walked up to the green haired girl.

“Yes I am.” She softly smiled “It looks like you already met Tsukasa.”

“Tsukasa? You mean him?” You pointed to the boy who attacked you with love earlier.

“Yes, that’s Tsukasa. Like he said earlier, he is your boyfriend but you wouldn’t remember him. And Tsukasa, Y/n unfortunately doesn’t remember us because she got hit in the head and lost some of her memory”

“Whaaaa! That can happen?!?!” Tsukasa lightly shook her.

“Yes Tsukasa… it’s called brain trauma. She can get her memories back, she will just need to be around environments she remembers so it will help if you remind her of things.”

“I can do that!” Tsukasa jumped over to you grabbing your hands in his “Well let me tell you about how you lost your memory! I was fighting a supernatural but it hit you and I brought you to safety! And don’t worry, I killed the supernatural that tried to hurt you so you are safe!”

“Supernatural… kill me…?!” You looked at Sakura and she just sighed.

“Long story…”

“Yeah! I can explain that! Let's go to the broadcasting room!” Tsukasa pulled you to the building.

“But wait..! I have class!” You looked at him.

“You can skip that and hang with your boyfriend! I will make sure you get your memory back!”

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

Heheh the ones with Onigumo and a silly female reader is quite funny/loveable. So if it is possible, will he ever fall for the charm she possesses - fall in love with the way she annoys him, goes from joking manner to 'sniper serious' in a matter of seconds, how she might show she cares about his wellbeing. All in all, she may be on default silly, but on a deeper level quite an attractive woman with caring qualities. Thank you very much for your overall writing

Well, first of all it's not said that it was a female. It's gender neutral the ask. Don't go assuming things now. It's still a good ask, but please do remember. If it's not specified, it's gender neutral, to be more inclusive of people who are not only females. Don't take if for granted. Just cause the majority of tumblr is female oriented, this blog isn't. We accept all people here, and to do that, the reader is you, no gender defined, cause I don't know you personally. And I can't believe that all of you are all girls. That would be very wrong of me and it would be wrong to do that to all those who don't identify as CIS women. Please get it right. It's important.

NOTE:Before asking for a "sequel" of an already done ask, make sure to read well and comprehend it. It's important, or else I will be forced to delete the ask.

DAMN IT, BRAT, THE THINGS YOU DO TO ME

Weeeell, it happened all for chance. He did not mean to grow rather attached to you, it was rather amusing that, out of all people, it was you

Well, be it your strange charm, your beauty, or the fact that he is stuck with you 24/7,he fell in love. Yeah I said it.

Soooo, well it may have been your sniping ability, and those custom made swords you gifted him. Yeah that makes sense.

Still, you were a rather part of his day, and he had to admit, to himself of course, that some of your jokes were funny. Only some

Also, you were always on his nerves that he became dependent on it. That happened one day, when due to your sickly state, you were confined to bed. It was all too quiet for him

And, while he appreciated the bit of quiet on the unit, he did miss your cheery self. He didn't totally came to drop you some medications and food, he did not check your temperature. Nope he did not

While, you now were a 100% sure he loved you, he was still hesitant to tell you that. He has a reputation to uphold

But, he did in the end, and it was so typically him. Short and blunt. Seriously, what did you expect him to say?

You were already sure about the answer, so in the same bluntness you told him yes. It was even more strange now to see him and you together, officially

Please spare him the teasing, oy God knows how much his colleagues do that to him. He can't take it anymore.

But, deep down he knows you are the one for him.

[akakeiiji]

Hi it's me again hehehe may i request a sugawara one shot where the reader is a new manager for the team and they have like a massive crush on sugawara and they walked into the gym with him changing his shirt while the others are already training IADKSJSNSSIJSSNS AND THE READER GETS FLUSTERED AND ALL THAT this is too detailed thank u 😗 ilysm

HI SUUNI 💕 I had a lot of fun writing this, it’s so chaotic and cliche but I still love it 

-`,✎ Shirtless Shenanigans — Sugawara Koushi

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Suggestive-ish themes but not really

✂︎・・・masterlist

Suga is always early. All throughout your years of being his classmate, he was never once listed as late in class, sure there were a few close calls but he still managed to keep his record clean for the most part. Perhaps he was aiming to get the perfect attendance award at the end of the year, or maybe he’s just naturally a punctual person.

Despite all this, he was absent today, even Tanaka had arrived already, which is definitely saying something. Suga was usually the one who arrives first during morning practices and opens the gym for the others, but when Daichi and Asahi arrived that day, the gym was, strangely enough, still locked. Luckily, Daichi had the spare key but it was still odd not having him there to greet them.

Asides from that, he wasn’t responding to anyone’s messages, nor did he send any about him being absent that day. You checked your phone again, frowning at the lack of notifications.

The rest of the team just shrugged it off and concluded that he was either playing hooky or had a fever, they continued on with their drills like usual, but your mind kept wandering back to the missing third year.

Perhaps it was the way you kept checking your phone or the way you kept looking over at the gym entrance or the way the corners of your mouth were pulled downwards, because Kiyoko had already deduced what was plaguing your mind.

“Looking for someone?” She said in a teasing tone. A knowing glint in her eyes. You freeze mid-action as you were pulling your phone out again, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Maybe?”

Kiyoko lets out a small chuckle, as you groan frustratedly at being caught, practically pulling your hair. “I just can’t help but worry, you know?”

You continue rambling, waving your hands around as you tell your friend about how ridiculously intense your crush is on the setter, that you don’t even notice the dash of grey zipping past the gym doors.

“—it’s so dumb! I always get distracted when he’s nearby but now I get distracted even when he isn’t even around?!” You let out a defeated wail and rest your head on Kiyoko’s shoulder. “What’s wrong with me?”

Your attention was taken away from your woes when Ennoshita runs over to you and Kiyoko. “Can you guys grab the extra towels in the clubroom? Hinata accidentally spilled his water.” He says, shooting an irksome look at the bickering first years behind him.

Kiyoko goes to stand but you beat her to it. “Nah, I’ll do it, don’t worry.” Maybe getting up to stretch your legs would help you take your mind off of Sugawara, but you decide not to disclose that last bit.

You head out of the rowdy gym and towards the clubroom, only to stop in your tracks when you see the door to the clubroom was left ajar. You scoffed, you made a mental note to lecture the boys later that day and climb up the stairs.

However as you approached the room, a jolt of fear ran down your spine when you heard shuffling from inside. You stood a few feet from the door, eyeing the unfamiliar slippers thrown hastily on the ground in front of it.

You were about to run back and call your cavalry of boys for assistance but when you heard a distant thump and a loud cry of “Ouch!”, you instantly recognized the voice and wave of relief immediately washed over you.

It was only Suga. You clutched your chest as your breathing steadied, thanking the gods that no one had been robbing you guys.

You walk over to the door, chuckling to yourself, and slide it open. “Fashionably late, aren’t—”

Suga immediately whips his head over his shoulder, an aghast look etched on his face. You couldn’t blame him, that would be your reaction as well if someone had just walked in on you changing.

You caught him in a very awkward position. He was standing with his back faced towards you, his light blue pajama pants were pulled down at his ankles, exposing his black boxers. His arms were held up over his head as he was pulling off his grey t-shirt. He was almost completely naked.

You two stand there—frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights—not even able to process the situation. Your wide eyes scan his body before realizing—

Your crush.

Basically naked.

In front of you.

You let out a loud screech and you didn’t know it was even possible but you somehow managed to choke on air.

Suga, despite his embarrassing position, acts on his motherly instincts and goes to rush by your side, forgetting that his pajamas were still on his ankles. He trips over his own pants and before you know it, he crashes onto you, unceremoniously landing with a loud thud.

“Ow!” You groan, your eyes shut tight in the pain of the impact. “Suga, I—”

Your words die in your mouth as you take in the situation. Your eyes widen as you realize that you were laying flat on the ground and that Suga was hovering over you, his arms at either side of your head.

Your brain legitimately short circuits.

Suga looks distressed as he focuses on you, making sure you weren’t hurt or injured, not even paying attention to the fact that you were in such an incriminating position.

“I’m sorry! Are you hurt? Are you—” His eyes widens comically as he begins to process what you already had a few seconds ago. That he was half-naked, laying on top of you in the middle of your clubroom.

He immediately turns a deep shade of crimson and pushes himself up so that he’s kneeling over you, his hands clutched at his red cheeks as he lets out a fervent string of apologies.

You couldn't utter a single word, your ability to speak lost in the overwhelming embarrassment and shock you were feeling. You attempt to get up to run away and throw yourself off a building, but your legs, shaky from the sheer distress you were feeling, gave way.

Just like earlier, you both crash onto the tatami mats again, this time not as loudly and painfully as before.

You open your eyes, this time to find Suga staring up at you a speechless and bashful look on his face.

You swear you could practically feel your soul leaving your body and rising to the afterlife.

You didn’t know how but you turned even redder than before and your heart somehow started thumping in your chest more violently than you could ever remember.

You immediately push yourself up, your hands flat on Suga’s bare chest. “I—I’m sorry—!”

Suga chuckles and pushes himself up with his elbows, you’re about to get up when footsteps suddenly approached the room. You and Suga instinctively freeze, your heads both turning towards the person standing by the wide-open sliding door.

“Hey, you were taking long, what’s the hold u—” Daichi freezes mid-step, the last syllable of his sentence being drawn out as he stares wide-eyed at the scene in front of him.

You realize how bad it looks. Suga was half-naked on the ground—his clothes littered carelessly all over the room—while you were on top of him, straddling his hips, your hands on his chest, both of you visibly red and breathless.

Daichi’s jaw goes lax as his water bottle slips from his hands, the impact of it hitting the ground being the only sound in the room.

“I’ll—I’ll leave you two alone.” He faltered out, pointing back to the gym, he quickly shuts the sliding door and runs away, screaming internally to himself.

You and Suga stare at the shut door for a few seconds, barely believing what had just happened. You two then look at each other before letting out a simultaneous, quiet:

“Oh shit.”

Bonus:

Daichi bursts into the gym, slamming the door open, startling the rest of the team in the process. His breathing was labored and there was an alarmed look in his eyes.

The team can only stare in shock and apprehension as he calms his breathing and rapidly beating heart.

“You guys will never believe what I just saw.”