#i need to lay down now /lh

[localspaceangel]

You stab at your prize, chiseling fear in her eyes You know it sounds bad, but you love seeing her sad You love someone you can shape Who has no will to escape

cover art of burn pygmalion by the scary jokes but redrawn as billford gravity falls!! jfc did this take a long time, but at least im very happy with it lol

(bonus version without all the fire and other bs under cut)

[gemharvest]

If I complain about being tired tomorrow I need you to tell me to Shut The Fuck Up, I did this to myelf.

[haerni]

[ ♥︎ ] ── drunkenly in love  |  lhs.

in which heeseung comes to you with stupid smiles, slurred words ‘nd with tipsy thoughts of you.

content : fem reader , fluff , intoxication , drunk hee! , petnames , wc. 811 , minimal proofread . hes a lil bit clingy & a loser but hes charming ! ><

notes. videos of heeseung giggling while drunk is actually cute like omg i will bite u

“hi, baby.”

heeseung smiles at you like you have just saved the world and frankly, maybe you did in another universe—maybe you did not, either way heeseung adores you with any shape or form that he could muster up.

and his smile is contagious, muttering off into the night his eyes fluttering as he shift his weight on his right leaning to the door frame of your home with jay beside him on his left assisting him in fear of him falling on his own weight.

jay smiles apologetically, “the guys kept giving him drinks. he kept losing in the game, to be honest.” he says as he tries to keep your boyfriend upright. “sorry, yn. he kept saying he should see you and he wouldn’t stop whining.”

you crinkle at the thought, “it’s okay. thank you for bringing him home safe.” you waved off. “you should go, i’m pretty sure jake is vomiting out.. the window?”

you hear a curse leaving from his mouth, panicking as he looks back into the car.

“shit. i’m really sorry, again. gotta get those guys home.” he sighs exasperatedly.

a giggle escapes you, bidding the man goodbyes and a well safe travel. taking heeseung from his arms and from your door frame, your boyfriend drapes himself over you. a strong smell of liquor comes from him, making you scrunch away a little from the scent. he hums from the contact instantly melting over you.

“you smell so good,” he muttered, nuzzling into your head. “i’ve missed you, pretty.”

“you got pretty drunk, huh?” a lilt in your tone tells him you’re not all too mad at him. not really finding any reason to do so, you figured he deserves to loosen up a little bit and have fun with the guys.

he only nods thoughtlessly, dragging himself inside your home all the way to your shared bedroom with you by his side. he plops down the mattress as he lays there smacking his lips and frowning trying to relieve the reeling of his head.

“i should get you some water. stay here, ‘seungie.” untangling yourself from him, you stand making your way outside, but not even a step forward a hand wraps up to your wrist forcing you to stay on your spot.

“where are you going?” he looks a little like a lost deer under the warm lights, his eyes sharing the same shine. “don’t go.” a pout resides on his lips as he tries to keep himself up from the bed.

“i’m just getting you water, you need to stay hydrated, hee.” you try to reason with him.

“‘m fine, just stay here.” he tugs you to him.

you try to resist, standing your ground into getting him some water, but his grip on you only stays as you move some more.

in your endeavor of keeping your boyfriend hydrated has somehow ended up with you losing your balance and him dragging you to lay by his side of the bed with his arms encased around you. you huffed, accepting your faith and would have to get him something in the morning (you can only trust that jay has already took care of him and managed to get him to drink something other than alcohol in his system.)

heeseung hums pleased, feeling your body against his as the night descends upon his mind and eyes. a semblance of comfort takes him with your warmth that he recognizes. admitting defeat you let yourself be engulfed with heeseung’s embrace.

it’s quiet.

but you don’t mind, you bask in it and so does heeseung. his fingers trail over your skin, drawing random patterns of anything just to feel you. the night strolls a little slower now.

“..hey,” heeseung whispers softly.

you grin at him, you couldn’t help it. after all it was heeseung, it was just him, but it was enough for the butterflies finding themselves in your stomach, “hey, you too.”

there was something in the way his cheeks are all in a soft cherry color and that dopey smile that adorns his face whenever he drinks a little too much than he would take, was just endearing to you. and his eyes just flutter more and his face breaks out from adoration—you couldn’t fall just a little more than you already did.

“i love you.” he did so, breathing it as if a prayer he utters every night. “i love you so much— god, you probably have no idea, baby.”

it’s desperation that you yearn just as the same, and maybe the simplicity of it, was everything all at once that was enough for you. your eyes find his once more as they hold sincerity that can rival how deep the ocean can go.

“i love you too, hee.” you whispered just as the same. “more than yesterday, less than tomorrow.”

© haerni 2024 . likes, comments & reblogs are highly appreciated!

[jlheon]

𝓘𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑 ୨୧ 𝐋𝐇𝐒

(𝓹airing) ── lhs x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓮st. relationship ; fluff (𝔀ordcount) seven hundred 𝓹eng's note. this is for @sainns only 😡 & NOT PROOFREAD! 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. your long distance boyfriend not only surprises you with his presence but also with his hair

you did your usual night routine. nothing was out of the ordinary. you ate dinner, took a shower, did your skincare, brushed your teeth, and at last you were now getting comfortable under your covers.

the only thing missing was your nightly call with your boyfriend.

heeseung had told you this morning that his phone would be getting fixed in the shop, meaning he couldn’t contact you all day.

it made you slightly sad whenever you would get a notification on your phone and it wasn’t from him.

it was weird not talking to him all day and sending him your every thought, but you knew his phone would be ready tomorrow.

one day without him wouldn’t kill you.

but it was killing you and now at two in the morning you were laying flat on your back wide awake as you stared up at the ceiling.

you finally can’t stand your restlessness and move out of your room and into your kitchen in search of some melatonin.

navigating through the dark hallway of your apartment you finally reach your kitchen. feeling the wall with your hands in order to find the cabinets.

you open the last cabinet in which you store all your medicine and bring down the box.

quietly feeling through the different shaped containers until you feel hot breath hit your neck.

you’re about to turn around when whoever was behind you covers your eyes with their hands as if the room wasn’t already pitch black.

you feel the person pressed up against your back and can only assume it’s a man with his build.

did you forget to lock your door?

you always lock your door when you get home and double check before heading to bed.

how did this intruder get in?

you’re about to scream when a large hand quickly covers your mouth, suppressing your noises.

are you going to die?

in a surge of adrenaline you bite down on the unknown figures hand and start actively trying ro break away as your home phone was only mere centimeters away.

“woah, baby it’s just me,” heeseung’s soft voice fills your ears, causing you to stop hitting his chest.

“seung?” your eyes grow wide.

“hi,” he smiles.

heeseung reaches down to hug you and lift you off your feet. burying his face in your neck as he spins you around in your kitchen.

“what are you doing here?” you ask excitedly, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“well, my phone wasn’t broken,” heeseung explains, “i told you that since i was flying here today to surprise you.”

a grin breaks onto your face as heeseung moves to set you down on the counter. pecking your lips softly before he speaks again.

“i have one more surprise,” he says as he reaches over to flick the light switch behind you.

the lights coming on to reveal your boyfriend in his new pink haired glory. you gasp at the sight before excitedly reaching up to touch his freshly dyed hair. your fingers carding through the pink locks.

“you look so pretty,” you mumble, poking his cheek.

“you look prettier,” heeseung takes your hand and plants a soft kiss on the back of it.

“shut up,” you blush, “i look so tired right now.”

“well, let’s get you to bed,” he wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the counter and carrying you down the hall into your bedroom.

he gently sets you on the bed before attempting to leave and get his suitcase to change.

“no, don’t leave!” you pout, grabbing his arm to forcefully tug him down to lay beside you.

“i need to change,” heeseung tries to break away but you quickly crawl on top of his chest. resting your head on him to hear his heart beat and intertwine your arms and legs with his.

“just change tomorrow,” you yawn, snuggling into your boyfriend.

“okay, but don’t get mad at me in the morning for wearing dirty clothes on your bed,” heeseung chuckles, the rumble in his chest felt against your cheek.

“‘s okay,” you hug him tighter as your eyes flutter shut, “just want my seungie.”

PERM TL ★ ー @dimplewonie @gabyun @lcvclywon @ashtxrie @boyfiejay @floweryang @en-gelic @onlyjjong @en-dream @jaeyunluvr @junislqve @passionfruitenthusiast @dioll @jwsdoll @nishislcve @sunrenity @luvlyhee @suneng @teddybeartaetae @bywons @hyeinism @hoonion @jakesangel

[starlitiris]

MORE POLYAMAROUS HEADCANONS NEOW!!!! /lh /nf

GULP. SIR YES SIR!!!!! o7

More Sebastian x Reader x Painter Headcanons

To feed the hungry fish & puter smoochers

And its actually headcanons this time instead of a fanfic of how you started dating! Forgive me if this is little rushed :,)

I was gonna add my shitty divider again but i’ll spare you this time

Living Arrangements:

So. It’s probably worth mentioning that in this silly little au, you and your significant others share a nice house near the ocean. It’s a safe house, hours and HOURS away from the nearest town. You get food sent to you every couple weeks courtesy of Innovation Inc, and they keep your utilities and such running as well. All of those assets you three provided to them were very appreciated and was enough in their eyes to warrant such a freedom (even though you guys deserved it anyway), but they still asked that you do some work for them. It’s mostly all remote work that you three do from home, but it keeps you all busy.

With that boring stuff out of the way, though- you guys love visiting the beach! It smells amazing, it looks beautiful, and with all of you being there together… it’s just perfect. You try to mostly go after the sun starts to set for the sake of Sebastian’s eyes. Especially with all the bright ass sand all over the beach, the daylight is BLINDING. But the sunsets on the beach are beautiful, and it never gets too cold out there.

Sebastian likes to just soak in the water. It’s cozy. Sometimes you’ll go out and swim with him, but for the most part, you and him try to stay on the shore or in the shallow end of the water. Painter isn’t waterproof. He cannot swim 😔. You guys are thinking about asking Innovation Inc if they could maybe fix that.

Your house has two bedrooms, one bathroom, a big living room, and nice kitchen, another room you guys turned into an office, and a big and beautiful back porch with an amazing view and a nice awning that covers it. Sebastian loves the porch because he can fit on it, and he loves the awning because owie ouch the sun it burns his eyes. The bedrooms aren’t really used since, well… you only would’ve needed one anyway, but Sebastian doesn’t exactly fit in either of them – comfortably, that is. So one of the bedrooms became Painter’s are studio, and you all turn the living room into your bedroom at night. Which leads me into other more specific (and hopefully shorter) headcanons.

Sleeping Arrangements:

You all sleep within the coils of Sebastian’s tail. You and Painter are always cuddling, and Sebastian will be either snuggling into one of your guys’ sides, or he’ll just lay down with his large upper body laid out on top of the both of you. Sebastian doesn’t often find himself in need of blankets or pillows, but if you and Painter are using them, then so is he. He likes to be under the blankies on top of u two to leech off of urs and Painter’s body heat :)

As for pillows… well obviously you guys are his pillows duhh

And you would think with Painter being a clunky robot that he wouldn’t be that comfy to snuggle with, but his snuggles are actually pretty cozy. He’s warm because of his running machinery, but he usually doesn’t get too hot. As long as he isn’t covered in a heavy blanket while the house is warm or whatever.

If you’re the type that loves weighted blankets then I’m sure you LOVE this sleeping arrangement. Sebastian’s size and weight is the perfect amount of crushing and Painter is always latched onto you like you’re his lifeline. If you’re opposed to this, then… well. You can try to shimmy out of the suffocation and maybe make some compromises with your significant others, but those two are too clingy to let you escape. I’m sorry. This is your life now.

Love Languages:

I can’t speak for you on what your love language is obviously, but I will happily explain the other two!

When it comes to expressing love, I imagine that Painter’s love languages are mainly acts of service and gift giving. He loves to do things for you and Sebastian and see you guys smile and be happy about it!! It fills him with so so much joy. He even took up cooking because he wanted to find other ways he could do nice things for you two. Thankfully him being a silly puter makes him decent at cooking. He did a ridiculous amount of research to make sure he would do it right. And of course he paints for you guys!

As for receiving, words of affirmation and quality time really show him that you guys love him dearly. ESPECIALLY words of affirmation. Please tell him you love him and cherish him and appreciate everything he is everyday it makes him feel so very loved.

Sebastian’s love language when it comes to expressing is mainly quality time. Just being in yours and Painter’s presence is enough for him most days. Whether you’re sitting in silence doing your own things, chatting his ear off, chatting with him, or doing anything together, it’s how he shows that he loves you. Sometimes he’ll follow you and Painter around the house like a lost puppy. To be fair, Painter does that with both of you too on occasion, but I think it’s safe to say that Sebastian does it the most.

Sebastian is a little distant. He isn’t one to ask for affection, he rarely opens up about things when he should, and overall he’s still trying to get used to… everything. Freedom, safety, some semblance of a domestic life, and having people around that love him and that he can be himself around. He’s still trying to learn that he doesn’t have to fight to stay alive anymore. So he’s distant. He knows he is. He tries to make up for it by doing things with you and Painter that he knows you both enjoy, and being around you as much as he can. Though, the following you around like a lost puppy thing is moreso him being clingy and traumatized and not wanting you out of his sight for too long. He loves you both and loves seeing you and watching you do things.

Anyway, when it comes to receiving, Sebastian’s love language is probably also quality time. And, on occasion, physical affection. He can be iffy about touch sometimes, understandably so – but there are moments where he’ll let you and Painter touch him, and it feels

Safe.

It feels safe, and right, and okay, and he won’t want it to end. He is severely touch starved and knows you and Painter would never hurt him.

I’m sorry I didn’t mean for this to get a little sad but I’m The Angst Author™️ and I can’t help myself LMFAO

Jealousy:

It’s okay to have jealousy arise in poly relationships. We are human (Painter is human enough in my book and Sebastian still counts) and jealousy is normal. What’s important is how you go about it. I just felt the need to say that before continuing with my fictional poly headcanons. Anyway!

Just like with the love languages section, I cannot speak for you and how jealous you get or how you deal with it. But the other two teehee

Painter gets jealous the most. It’s mostly when he sees you and Sebastian being affectionate with each other or having a good time without him. When he does get jealous, he doesn’t really… communicate about it so much as he comically inserts himself into whatever you and Sebastian have going on.

“Dooon’t mind me, just gonna squeeze in here!” He’ll say as he wedges himself between you and Sebastian wherever you’re cuddling or whatever

It’s cute. You don’t need Painter to say that he’s jealous for you two to know when he’s feeling that way. He’s a little obvious. So, whenever you guys see that he’s feeling jealous, you make sure to shower him in love to make him feel better and let him know that he’s always welcome to be included. :)!!

Sebastian is the exact opposite of Painter. He’s quiet about it. He tries not to let on that he’s jealous. But he also becomes a little more reserved when he gets jealous, so you and Painter can usually tell something is up. It took a little while for you and Painter to get him to start admitting to getting a little jealous sometimes, and during that conversation Sebastian said he knew how stupid it was that he ever gets jealous at all – but of course, because you and Painter are amazing partners, you were quick to reassure him that it was okay and showered him in love <33. The both of you eventually learned how to catch on to when Sebastian gets jealous, even if it’s a little hard to notice sometimes. But the more time goes on and you and Painter reassure him that you’ll never leave him behind, the easier it gets for him to open up about it, or not feel jealous at all.

And then there’s you. As I said, I can’t speak for you and how you get jealous, BUT. If you ever do get jealous and Sebastian and Painter catch on, they’ll be sure to drag you into whatever they’re doing and remind you how much they love and adore you. And they’ll be annoying about it, too. They’ll get excessively corny and affectionate on purpose and tell you how you’re the most beautiful person in the world and don’t know WHAT they would do without u ☹️!!!! Ur just so perfect and they’re soo lucky that an angel like U!!!! Loves THEM!!!!! And ur just so great and amazing and adorable and attractive!!!!!

“Sebastian, I can’t breATHE-” You would shout while your fish boyfriend is crushing you to death with his body weight.

“Neither can I when I’m around u” He’ll say dramatically, with a very dramatic and very fake sad look on his face.

Painter is also contributing to flattening you like a cute little pancake.

“Get OFF” you demand.

“We can’t!!! We just love you SOOO much, separating from you would be too unbearable!!” Painter says. Dramatically. While nuzzling you with his screen.

“Urgh- at least turn down your brightness, your screen is burning my eyes!” You complain.

Painter complies. “Oh, I’m so sorry honeybunches, I didn’t mean to!! How could I do such a thing to your beautiful gorgeous eyes :(!!!!” DRAMA QUEEN!!!

“You did not just call me ‘honeybunches’,” you say.

“He did,” Sebastian confirms.

“I did,” Painter also confirms.

“I hate you both,” you sigh.

“Nuh uh,” Painter retorts.

“You love usss,” Sebastian teases.

They’re a pain in the ass.

But they’re your pains in the ass, and you’re not actually as bothered by these situations as you let on.

They know that. That’s why they keep doing it.

[rninies]

✮ watching the sunrise together

౨ৎ aventurine x reader. fluff, gn!reader, you both are so in love w each other it's sick /lh, modern!au — wc: 607

notes. i miss aventurine guys

"baby, wake up." aventurine says in a hushed tone, shaking you to wake you up from your deep sleep. you whined in response, flipping over to the other side so that your back was facing him. "love, come on. i want to show you something."

you groaned, squinting your eyes as you checked the time. "it’s so early in the morning. why are you up at this hour?"

aventurine laughs lightly, looking amusedly at your sleepy face. "just trust me. go wake up and change. you can shower after we come back home, okay? feel free to sleep on the way there."

"but i wanna stay in bed!" you whined, pulling the blankets up to cover your face. aventurine only shakes his head and pulls you up by your arms. you kicked the blankets off and stood up, stretching your limbs. "gimme your hoodie in return."

"you love using my clothes, do you?" aventurine asks and grabs his hoodie from the closet. he tosses one to you (one that is your favorite). "there, happy? will you come with me now?" you nod, giving him a happy smile. "oh, here’s your phone. you might need it to take pictures." aventurine says, handing you your phone.

"where are we going anyway?" you asked, but aventurine only gives you a smile instead of an answer. he grabs your hand and leads you out of the house. unlocking the car, he opens the door for you.

you actually did manage to fall back sleep in the car, and aventurine had wrapped a blanket around you to make your feel cozier.

"love, wake up. we’re here." aventurine softly mutters, shaking you awake. you opened your eyes, rubbing them with your palm.

"where are we?" you asked, eyes still blurry.

"a beach. we’re watching the sunrise together." aventurine replies, and you immediately sat up. seeing the view freshened you up, and you quickly unbuckled your seatbelt, exiting the car. 

"woah." you looked around at the surrounding in awe, taking your phone out of your pocket, and started taking pictures of the view. aventurine smiles at the sight of your happy face.

aventurine brings a spare blanket from the car and places it down on the grass so that the both of you can sit down. "come here. the sun is about to rise." he waves a hand at you, beckoning you to come closer to him.

it wasn’t anything special, but to you and aventurine, it felt special. this has been something the both of you have wanted to do ever since you got together, and it has finally been achieved.

laying your head on aventurine's shoulder, you sighed happily. "we finally crossed on thing off of our bucket list."

"see? i told you waking up early today would be worth it," aventurine says, laying his head on top of yours. "you should trust me more often. i have the best date ideas."

you frowned, lifting your head up. "um yeah, no. i have the best date ideas from both of us. sure, today has started of really well, but this is just because you and i have been wanting to watch the sunrise together."

"oh don’t you dare start," aventurine warns, turning his body to face you, his expression trying to challenge you. "just because we have the same bucket list doesn’t mean it-"

you covered aventurine mouth with your hand, preventing him to speak any further. "no more arguments! we’re here to watch the sunrise." aventurine groans, but he doesn’t protest. once you dropped your hand, he immediately pulls you closer by the waist, cuddling you.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Pressure reader finding a gun and now can and will defend themself from monster or execute other people for doing something dumb

I'm sorry but I saw this and decided to run with how finding a gun might actually go for a Prisoner!Reader /lh

..................

"Wow...guess somebody forgot to pick this up. Or maybe Sebastian got tired of me dying to those monsters all the time.."

Staring down at the weapon that was just laying on the floor, you looked around to see if any cameras were currently watching you. Of course, there was a singular one with a red light in the corner above the next door, aimed directly at your position.

They were always watching.

From the comfort and safety of their headquarters, they watched you get maimed by the creatures here over and over again. Whether it's a Wall Dweller sneaking up on you or Pandemonium ramming into the locker you're hiding in nonstop....they've seen it all.

So at this point, you didn't care that they could see your clear interest in the object on the ground.

One you were forbidden to take.

But to hell with them and their rules.

After all you've suffered through down here, you deserved to have some kind of self-defense tool that wasn't just a light source you had to conserve.

Why shouldn't you be allowed to protect yourself? They were going to kill all the creatures who escaped containment, anyways, so if you could kill them now, why not?

Unfortunately, HQ begged to differ, as the moment you crouched down to pick up the pistol, a familiar voice came onto the intercom:

"Do not touch the weapon. Leave it alone and it will be collected by authorized personnel later."

"...figures." You glared at the camera, standing up. "Why don't you tell your "authorized personnel" to put down those sea monsters instead?! I think I'm allowed to defend myself if-"

*pop*

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"Back here again, are we?"

"Yeah..I guess.." Grumbling, you rubbed your neck as you looked up at the familiar trio of glowing blue eyes and angler lure. Even now, you still had a killer headache from the PDG detonation.

Then again, that was your own fault.

You didn't need to read the same document twice.

"I don't recommend defying them again. At least..not until you find a way to scramble their connection." Sebastian advised, sighing as he shook his head. "You gotta remember you have no rights down here. Neither of us do. It sucks but, we gotta deal with it."

"The IDS has gone haywire..but they're worried about me shooting through a glass window.." You huffed. "What if it wasn't even loaded?"

"Well I'm not sure if you know this, but prisoners and guns don't exactly go together. Just use what you've learned in the past to avoid the threats. It doesn't matter to them how "badly" you think you needed a firearm. You'll never get your hands on one, and I'm certainly not gonna sell any to you. Period."

"....I guess that pistol would've been useless if it didn't any rounds..."

"Anyway, here's what your overseer had to say on the matter. It's..kinda funny." Sebastian showed you another file, documenting your time and cause of death, along with a comment.

"The EXR-P stumbled across a small firearm that was left behind during the lockdown and defied direct orders to drop it, thinking they were an exception to the rule. This cannot happen again."

"Okay, that's bullshit. They're making it sound like I was an entitled asshole." You pointed out.

"Yeah, well, I can see why. Backtalking them is funny and all until your head pops. If you want them to take you seriously, you'll have to reach that crystal."

"Fine. I'll be a good little expendable and just focus on that." Putting a ferryman token on the table, you looked up at Sebastian. "Tell the guy downstairs I wanna continue where I was."

"Alright. Better not waste it." He swiped the coin, fading back into the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, you returned to the Blacksite, in the same room that you died in. It was clear of any blood that was left behind after your PDG went off, and of course..the pistol wasn't anywhere to be found.

It would have been useless anyways.

On the bright side, you did find a blacklight and some batteries in the drawers that you didn't check before, and you realized it's wiser to just use them to protect yourself.

'Okay. Let's just play it safe and keep going.'

[luciathcv]

hormones - lhs

summary: you lash out at heeseung while dealing with hormones and feel bad || warnings: reader is on her period? || genre: fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 495

I was completely not in the mood. Every little thing was irritating, the littlest inconvenience made me want to break down, all because of my stupid fucking hormones. I hate hormones.

I lay in bed when Heeseung walked into the room, having just gotten back from work.

"Hey, baby. You feeling okay?" Heeseung asks. It wasn't normal for you to be lying in bed so early.

"I'm fine." I say, not feeling the need to announce I was on my period.

"Are you sure? You're never in bed this early." Heeseung comments as he walks over to me and puts his hand on my hip as I lay on my side.

"I told you I was fine." I say in a raised voice, not even realizing I was raising my voice as I say that.

Heeseung's a little taken aback at the attitude but he doesn't say anything about it. He simply rubs your hip comfortingly before leaving the room, thinking it'd be best to give you some space right now.

Once he shuts the door and I sit there silently for a few moments, emotions hit me like a truck. The absence of him was making me feel worse and it was all because of me. He was simply trying to be a good boyfriend but I brushed him off. I could feel myself beginning to softly cry.

I get up from the bed and open the door, slowly making my way out to find my boyfriend. "Heeseung.." I call out after not seeing him in the living room.

"I'm in the kitchen, baby." He responds, not sounding as hurt as I thought he would. I enter the kitchen and see him holding a box of pasta in his hand, seemingly reading the back of the box. "I was just going to make you some pasta, pretty." Heeseung tells me in a soft voice as he puts the box down. He knew it was my favorite thing to eat, especially while on my period.

I sniffle back some tears as I walk over to him and hug him. He immediately reciprocates the hug, holding me close.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was so mean to you." I apologize as I rest my face against his chest.

"It's okay, Y/n. I know you're not feeling good right now." Heeseung tells me.

"It's not okay. That's not an excuse." I say.

Heeseung then slightly pulls away, making me look up at him. "No one's perfect, honey. I've taken stuff out on you before when upset when I didn't mean to. It's not okay but it happens. We're all human, you know?"

"I know.. but I'm still sorry." I reiterate.

"It's okay. Let me make some dinner. I'm sure it'll make you feel better." He says in a light tone, leaning down to give me a quick kiss before we both pull away from the hug and he goes to make me some pasta.

ᥫ᭡ link to my masterlist

[bluriki]

⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ tough luck lhs ᶻz

☆ sometimes all heeseung needs is to cuddle you, but for some reason you're ignoring him ☆ fluff , established relatioinship

heeseung walked inside your shared bedroom and layed next to you on the bed. his body ached from sitting on his gaming chair for five hours straight. he sighed and got comfy next to you, lifting his arms to wrap them around your waist but before he could, you got up.

you didn't even look his way, just wandering out the bedroom into the kitchen. you grabbed a mug and placed so water into it before putting it in the microwave. you got a packet of tea and opened it to put it in the warm water.

heeseung watched you from behind the corner. a pout found it's way to his lips as he missed your touch. he missed his arms around you and your arms around him. he decided to sneak up on you and wrap his arms around you but to no avail.

instead, you avoided him and walked to the living room when you sat on the couch and grabbed the book on the coffee table. you placed your mug down and got comfortable on the couch. you opened your book and began reading, except, you weren't really reading.

you kept your eye on heeseung as you noticed him staring at you from the kitchen. a small smirk lifted in the corners of your lips but it quickly vanished when heeseung made his way towards you.

before you could get up, he pinned you on the couch. his hands were on either side of your waist and his face was right in front of yours.

"why are you ignoring me?" his pout looked so cute. you just wanted to peck his lips repeatedly but you were determinded to win this game.

you just shrugged, looking down as if you've been caught. "baby, what happened? what did i do? hm?" concern stretched along heeseungs voice and he immediately took you into his arms.

"if i did anything to upset you i'm deeply sorry." heeseung whispered along your temple as his arms held onto you firmly. you couldn't win. there was no way. not when he voiced concern, or when he wrapped his arms around you, definitely not when his lips traced your temple ever so softly, almost as if they're not there.

you layed your head on his chest and rested against him. his heart beat soothed you while the warmth of him wrapped around you like a blanket.

"i was getting you back." you said with a small pout, not visible enough for heeseung to see. "getting me back for what?" confusion covered heeseungs face and he let his loosened his grip on your waist.

"for ignoring me." you glanced into heeseungs eyes. they still held so much confusion you almost thought he was an idiot.

"when you were playing your games, i tapped on your shoulder to ask you something but you just told me to talk to you later. you said you were busy and i felt kind of ignored."

heeseung chuckled and pulled you even closer than before. his lips grazed your cheeks as he smiled. "i'm sorry. forgive me, baby." you smile softly and gave a tiny nod.

"i forgive you now but don't do it again." you didn't like feeling ignored. especially not by heeseung.

"yes ma'am!" heeseung gave you a small solute which made you erupt in giggles.

☆ im back from a hiatus i didn't know i was on. i missed posting here and interacting with my dear moots!

[causenessus]

try again

part 0.4. NEXT TIME

"the playground seemed so big when they were younger. and now they’re here again, 10 years later, and it looks small. their world is bigger than just this playset now. the metal that forms the foundation of the structure is still a shiny, vibrant red, but the cracked, faded plastic shows its age. where has time gone? 'who are you now?' she wants to ask. as a kid, time goes by slowly, and you tell your parents you can’t wait to grow old. they tell you to enjoy your childhood, but you never believe them. and even now, she’s not sure she does. she's not old, but old enough to know time goes by fast. since their meeting in her office, she’s reflected more on how she’s grown up. she doesn’t miss her childhood– she likes the freedom that has come with adulthood, but at the same time, it’s slowly weighing her down. she’s old enough, that she can no longer spend her summers relaxed in a quiet house, laying in bed all day with the door open while both her parents are at work. she can't spend the nights stretched out on her back, against wet, dewy grass, looking at the stars with him while staining her favorite shirt. now she has responsibilities to take care of every day, and any little mistake can no longer be taken back. she’s an adult now, and no one is there to pick her up when she falls."

content warnings + notes: calling atsumu a little cupid whore (/lh), drinking, y/n is having a crisis, pay attention to unsent messages :) very long written part... oops </3

she downs the last of her glass in one go. 

it’s cheap whiskey, and she hates the taste. it’s probably the worst she’s ever had, but the burn down her throat is a little pleasant. 

completely going against her plan to drink something light, she decided she would need some liquid courage if she was going to do this. her hands are splayed across the cold bar counter as she stands from her chair, mind buzzing a little as she grounds herself. 

akaashi doesn’t notice her absence in his drunken state, but iwaizumi does. kita looks up as well, but remains seated, keeping akaashi company after nodding to iwaizumi who stands up.

“where are you going?” he asks following her out of the bar, pushing past a few groups of people in their way. he's not asking it like he's accusing her of anything, he just sounds concerned.

but he doesn’t need to worry, and she faces him as they make it out. “going to see omi,” she practically sings the answer, her voice careless as the nickname spills out of her mouth before she even realizes it. it comes too naturally to her, and the thought ruins the nice numbness in her veins from the alcohol. instead, she starts to feel the guilt build up again.

iwaizumi still stands in front of her, arms crossed, matching her own stance. “you’re going to see sakusa?” he repeats, brows raised.

“mhm,” she hums, shifting from one foot to the other. her shoes are starting to bother her, too. she'll probably take them off as soon as iwaizumi lets her go.

“where?”

she sighs, starting to feel restless just standing there. the warm lights and ruckus from inside the bar invite her back in, and so does the pull she feels in the opposite direction down the street, where she'll see him. “an old park, can i go?”

“no, hold on,” he stops her before she can even take a step, “you’re going to go meet a man you haven’t talked to in years after a single interaction at a park this late at night?”

“yes?” she quirks a brow at him, “it’s an old park we used to go to a lot. it’s not far from here and i know him. i’ll be okay.”

“i’m not saying sakusa’s going to do anything to you, but i’m not letting you walk there alone. especially when you’ve been drinking. let me make sure you get there safely and then i’ll leave you, deal?” he proposes, and she sees how much he cares in his eyes. they’re a pretty olive green and despite how sharp they are, there’s so much love in them. it reminds her of her own eyes, and how she feels when she looks at sakusa; her head starts to panic in alarm and get defensive, but at the same time, her heart slows down, as if telling her he's safe.

she knows iwaizumi makes a good point, and there’s nothing wrong with having a little extra safety, or a human purse. “fine,” she sighs, “but only if you hold my shoes.”

their walk to the park is silent, but it’s a peaceful silence. she’s walking next to him barefoot, feeling even shorter than before. he questions her a few times, to make sure she actually knows where she’s going, and she insists that she does. she’s had a little bit to drink, yes, but she’s not drunk. and she's confident she could still find her way to this park blindfolded. she’s walked these sidewalks hundreds of times, ran to this park from every direction and route possible. it was always their spot, whether they lay in the wet grass or sat on the playset. the memories of being with him back then make her feel a little grim, and iwaizumi looks down at her, noticing.

“you okay?” he asks, nudging her shoulder closest to him with his arm.

“yeah,” she sighs, watching the way her shoes clank against each other in his hand with every step they take.

“what’re you thinking?” he asks, still looking down at her and she looks back up at him.

“i just don’t know what i’m doing,” she says, trying to voice her feelings while she turns to stare back ahead of them. “what are we gonna do? what does he like doing now? what if i’ve changed and he doesn’t like who i am anymore? i'm so scared of disappointing him.”

“you’re good enough as you are, y/n,” he silences her and she glances back at him in surprise. “don’t let a man change how you see yourself. you’re good as you are, and if he doesn’t think so, he can fuck off. there's no such thing as an expectation or a right way for you to act. he’s probably changed too, and that’s just how people work. did he text you or did you text him?”

she gives him a smile at his words, nudging him back with her shoulder as a way of thanking him, “he texted me.”

he gives her a grin at that, “he texted you? asking to see you?” when she nods he continues, "damn that's ballsy. he really wants you, y/n. and i hope he's a good person. i’ve seen him around and worked a little bit with him, he seems alright.”  

she flusters a little bit at his words, “i’m sure it’s not like that. we just used to be very good friends, you know that. i’ve never stopped missing him, maybe he felt a little bit of the same way.”

he nods at her words, giving a hum in thought. they’re walking along the fence that’s been set up around the park, and she can see the entrance coming up, where a lone lamp post is lighting the way. “but you want him, don’t you?”

she knows he’s asking it in a romantic sense, and she does. she knows what she feels for him is more than just friendly, and she’s felt stupid for never being able to fall in love with anyone else because she’s been stuck on him this entire time. “i’m happy with anything,” she decides to say, “if we start hanging out again, that’s enough for me. i just want him to be a part of my life.”

they stop at the park entrance, and she can see the playset from here, just a bit down the path. “do you want me to walk you there? or are you’re fine from here? i think the walk helped you sober up a little bit, so i feel better about leaving you here now. just make sure you text me if you feel even slightly off, got it?”

“got it!” she responds with a smile, giving him a small salute as a joke. “thank you for walking me here, iwa. i'll be fine on my own now and i’ll text you when i'm walking home.”

he rolls his eyes at the salute but gives her a smile, “sounds good. i’ll check in with you then as well. i might come meet you halfway or who knows, maybe your guy will want to walk you home?”

he’s giving her another shitty grin that she’d like to slap off his face, and it’s her turn to roll her eyes, “whatever, iwa. see you in a little bit.”

she pulls him into a hug, trying to tell him all her feelings at once, thanking him for his advice and for walking her here, and he’s quick to reciprocate it, rubbing her back for a second before they pull away. he gives her her shoes and waves her off, making sure she steps onto the playground before he leaves, and she sees him.

tonight, it seems they’ll be sitting on the top of the playset, above a tube that connects one platform to another. she steps up onto one of the platforms first, dropping her shoes on it before clambering on top of the structure.

he offers her a hand after watching her (probably ungraceful) climb which she hesitates to take for a second. her heart feels like it's trying to escape her chest as she takes it, the contact sending chills along her skin.

“hi,” she whispers after she's sat down, stealing a glance at him, unsure of where to start.

“hi,” he says back, already looking at her. he looks better than when she saw him last, but perhaps that's just because today has been better for him. there are still bags under his eyes that she can see despite the lack of light around them, but she can also see that his eyes look brighter today. she wants to mention it, say she’s glad to see that he looks like he's doing well today, but she shouldn’t. it’s too early–

“you look good today.”

the words spill out of her mouth and she immediately slaps a hand over it. she had drank more after texting him purposefully, knowing that it would mess with her ability to reason and this was the consequence, although she wasn't sure yet if it was a positive or negative one.

he laughs in response, giving her a small smile that she hasn’t seen in years. she missed seeing it; she missed him.

“thank you,” he says, holding her gaze and she’s unable to look away, “you look good too. although maybe a little drunk.”

her cheeks are burning red and she feels hot despite the fact that she was practically shivering the entire way here, latching onto iwaizumi and his body heat. “no i– well– yes, i have been drinking but i didn’t mean it that way– i mean you do look good–” she has to take a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, “i meant you look happier today, sorry.”

he’s still looking at her, smiling. and maybe it’s a tiny bit bigger than it was before, and she smiles back.

she has no idea it’s because of her–that he seems happier today. he’s only just found her again after so many years apart, and yet he’s glad she’s in his life again. this is only the second time they’ve seen each other after so long, and she’s already had this big of an impact on him. and maybe it was due to atsumu’s influence, and the way that he kept bringing her up, and how it had been their entire conversation over dinner, but he didn’t really care. he was happy to be talking about her again, and to see her again. they had been so close, and it felt strangely nostalgic whenever he saw her, as if he was a child again, tossing and turning on a bed stand, sick to his stomach for home.

but he had been homesick for her this entire time, and he didn’t want to talk about her as if their time together had passed; he wanted to be close to her again. but only if she let him: “that guy you came here with, are you guys–”

“oh, no no no,” she immediately cuts him off, shaking her head before he gets the wrong idea. “he’s just a friend. my roommates and i went out to dinner today and then we went drinking. he just didn’t want me to walk here alone.”

he nods, feeling strangely relieved to hear that. “i just came from eating out with my roommates, too. i cut it short because one of them was being annoying.”

she hums in thought, a smile breaking out on her face, “hm, that can’t possibly be atsumu, can it?”

he can’t even joke back, just rolls his eyes with a sigh at the mention of his friend.

“i just texted him earlier tonight. finally scolded him for setting up that entire meeting between us. i mean– who even thinks to do something like that?”

“just him. he’s got one brain cell working for him and it’s got a funny way of working,” sakusa responds, looking forward to the field in front of them. they used to spin around on that field, trying to stay standing the longest before they both fell onto wet grass, too dizzy to keep standing. “i think it worked out nice, but there were definitely other ways he could have planned that out.”

she can’t help but look at him, slightly surprised. so he was happy to see her? perhaps she should’ve understood that by now; here they were sitting side by side on an old playset. “yeah, it did,” she can’t help but say, not even thinking twice about agreeing with him. “and if you don’t mind me bringing it up, do you think you will come back for a second meeting? i was just wondering.”

“yeah, i’m thinking about it,” he answers, still not looking at her, and she thinks maybe she shouldn’t have asked the question. she’s brought the topic of conversation back to her job, and reminded herself of everything she shouldn’t be doing right now. she shouldn’t be doing any of this. she’s looking forward to seeing him in her office again, but she shouldn’t. she should be treating him as a client, not as an old face or a silly old crush. and she shouldn’t be seeing him outside of the office; it ruins that professional relationship she should be trying to maintain. she's giving into him too easily, even after he had been the one to accuse her of something hurtful upon their first words to each other in years.

a particularly cold wind blows through and she shivers, breathing in sharply as her shoulders raise towards her ears on instinct, trying to protect them from the cold. in her defense, she hadn't foreseen sitting on a playset in the middle of the night today and had not dressed accordingly.

“are you cold?” he asks, hand already reaching towards the open black jacket he was wearing, a plain white shirt underneath.

she’s looking at him, face completely blank. her mind is so far gone, thinking about countless other things, including every single way this interaction could go. ‘what was she even doing here? why did she agree to come?’ the moment he texted her she put up little to no resistance. she lasted one text, trying to set up a boundary between them to prevent herself from getting hurt and then completely dropped it. how could he be so casual about seeing her again? was their friendship something shallow to him? something he could easily replace or come back to?

he’s saying her name, and her mind returns to the boy in front of her, blinking twice before responding, “sorry. i was just thinking about something. i’m fine. you don’t need to give me your jacket or anything.”

“but if i want to?” he asks and this is where she failed last time, and will fail again, and will always fail, because she can never resist him.

“i–”

the jacket is already around her shoulders before she knows it. it’s warm, and the weight of it on top of her shoulders is comforting. the smell of him is enveloping all of her senses and her entire mind, and she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but it.

it was simple, and really not that heavy or distinctive of a smell. just clean clothes–his detergent, and maybe a hint of lemon or lavender. it was easy to get used to, and it had become familiar to her after being around him so long in the past, but she hadn’t smelled it in so long, she felt like she was suffocating now. with the smell came so many memories associated with him, and it took everything in her not to let out a shaky breath, giving away her emotions.

he didn’t know what to say, looking at her. her chin was resting on top of her knees, pulled up close against her chest, and her eyes were closed, brows furrowed as if she was trying desperately to hold something in. had he come off too strongly? he liked to think he still knew her, could read her mind, tell when she was cold, and when she needed something, but maybe he was wrong, or just moving too fast. maybe she didn’t feel the same way, and didn’t want to be friends again.

“thanks,” she murmurs finally, eyes opening again, although she’s staring at the ground below them, and he’s unsure of where to look–at her, or the ground as well.

“yeah,” he replies, and the conversation falls quiet between them again.

it’s almost comfortable between them. it would be if she wasn't feeling like she was ruining everything and only digging herself a bigger hole. maybe they went quiet because he was sick of her now, and regretted asking to see her. and should she even care or not? should she get up and leave right now? what was the right thing to do right now, objectively? not what was right according to her heart, but according to her head?

she should be keeping her distance from him, not allowing him to get closer, giving him the chance to hurt her again. he had let them get distant, she reminded herself. he had let their friendship crumble without saying a word, he didn’t see her the way she saw him, and she couldn’t rely on him to be there for her.

“how are you?” he breaks the silence, and the question sets off every nerve in her body. it’s like her mind is being torn in two, trying to find an answer to the simple question. it’s not really that simple– he’s asking it, referring to the last 10 years of her life, and he’s asking her to be vulnerable and share about herself, and she can’t do that.

“don’t do that to me,” she says, shutting her eyes again.

“do what?” he’s looking at her, at his jacket draped around her shoulders, and shoves his hands in his pockets, trying to hold himself back from reaching out to fix her hair, which has been slightly caught underneath the jacket. 

she lets out a heavy, quiet breath, “don’t ask me that– like you care.”

“i do care,” he responds immediately, and she’s sure if she looked up at him, he’d be looking at her. but if she looks at him, she’ll break.

“we shouldn’t be doing this. we can’t be doing this. i shouldn’t be seeing you outside of my office. i listened to you talk about your struggles for an hour that you would've otherwise paid for if it wasn't the first meeting. you can’t turn around and ask how i am for free. that’s not fair. we should be nothing more than a therapist and a client. it’s easier for me to look at you that way because–” her voice gets caught in her throat for a second as she tries to talk confidently, but her voice gives away her feelings. she sounds like she’s on the verge of tears before they even reach her eyes, but she blinks through them, “because i look at you and still see what we used to be. but so much happened between us, and then you left, and that still hurts.”

‘then will you let me make it up to you? then can we go back to what we were before? and can we be more?’ the words are heavy in his head, and too forward to say out loud, but he has to say something. he has to say something now because he didn’t say anything back then.

he had always assumed that she had just been disappearing from his life altogether–from his notifications, the school hallways, and his walks home, but he realized now she had done that on purpose. she had purposely removed herself from his life so they would never see each other, and he had never stopped her. of course she hadn’t believed him, when he had said it was good to see her in her office, and of course she hadn’t fully understood what his ulterior motives were when he texted her out of the blue about wanting to see her again, because he had never showed how much he cared back then. but he had to tell her now that she was worth everything.

“i don’t mind paying it,” he ends up saying, and finally gets her to look at him, “i don’t mind paying to see you for an hour. i’d pay to be around you anyday, especially if you’re going to refuse to see me anywhere else, then i’ll just force you to put up with me for an hour every week.”

she laughs with a shake of her head, “you’re not forcing me to see you. i want to see you outside of that time…i just–i shouldn’t.”

“why not?” he can’t help but ask. “you’re still friends with atsumu, too. you text him outside of your appointments all the time.”

“yes but–” i like you more than a friend. hell, i’ve been in love with you for the past 10 years of my life. actually, probably for even longer, but who’s even counting at this point– she takes a deep breath again. she should leave soon, and think about this. she’s going to end up letting him convince her if she keeps listening to him, “maybe next time. i’ll tell you how i’ve been next time, okay?”

she’s giving him a next time, and he’ll take whatever he can get. they can start slow again. being her client is like being her acquaintance. people are always acquaintances before they’re friends; they can grow from here.

"when is next time?" he responds quickly, realizing it sounds like she’s going to stand up and leave soon, but he's not losing sight of her again.

she avoids looking at him, keeping her knees are pulled to her chest as she picks at the worn-down plastic of the playground tube they're sitting on, "i don't know, sakusa. i really need time to think about all of this. i don’t know what i’m doing here, or why i showed up tonight.”

her words feel like a burn in his lungs, but even when his sides are aching on his morning runs, he keeps going. "but you showed up anyway."

she finally looks at him, and he swears he could get lost in her eyes forever. he can’t believe he went through their entire friendship without telling her how beautiful she was, in every single way. he can’t believe he ever let go of her. perhaps that cliche saying was true, that you never know how important something really is until you lose it.

"i did," she echoes, continuing to stare into his own eyes.

"are you going to leave?" he asks, unable to look away.

she looks back down at the threads of green plastic she was pulling at, and his eyes follow. they used to meet at this playset all the time. during the summer, when she’d sleep over, they’d stay up until three in the morning, and then she’d nudge him about sneaking out. he used to worry about what would happen if his parents checked on them and saw that they were gone if they sneaked out, but she always ended up convincing him in the end. they rarely fought or had disagreements. with enough talking, they always managed to persuade the other to agree with them.

“i am. because we both need time to think. you need to think about if you’re going to see me again for therapy and i just need to think. about everything," she replies, and he watches her grab the edge of the tube, steadying herself as she moves to stand before he slides himself off the tube onto the ground below. it’s not that far of a drop for him now, although it was the scariest drop ever as a kid. now he stands eye level with most of the playset, but she's looking at him like it's still that big of a fall, mouth slightly agape in surprise.

“i’ll help you down,” he says with a smile and she blinks.

“no, i’m fine–” her words die out as he looks at her, brows raised in expectancy. this is what he meant: they were always able to push the other to do something, no matter how much they tried to resist in the beginning.

she lets out a sigh, trying to buy time as she fixes her skirt, preparing herself to slip off the tube. it really shouldn't be that scary, but she exclaims as she drops, barely registering the hands on the sides of her waist that catch her while her own clamp down on his shoulders.

her face is red as he lowers her down gently to the ground. whether it’s from the embarrassing noise she let out or the fact that he caught her, she’s not sure. maybe it’s both. even when he lets go of her, she can feel his hands on her still, as if they've been permanently etched into her skin. he’s looking down at her, and there’s a hint of playfulness in his eyes and the smile on his lips. he's too close to her, and she can't stop looking at his lips so she looks down at the ground instead, clutching at the jacket around her shoulders before she remembers it’s not hers.

“oh, here’s your jacket back,” she starts, moving to take off the piece of clothing before he stops her with a hand over he own.

“you can keep it for a little longer if you– if you let me walk you home,” he says, on the verge of losing all of his confidence, but he just can’t let go of her. he doesn't want to watch her leave, but he knows she needs a break.

she looks up at him, feeling like her lips are quivering with how nervous and flustered she feels, “you don’t have to do that, really. i can walk home by myself.”

“but if i want to?”

it’s a repeat of a conversation they had earlier, because she can never give him a complete no, and he always knows to take that as a yes.

she’s ruining everything she’s trying to do for herself right now. she’s trying to set a boundary between them, and horribly failing. because what if he walks her home, and he happens to live nearby again? what if they start to see each other more often? or worst of all, what if he ends up leaving again?

well what if he doesn’t?

oh, whatever.

fuck the what ifs.

they can try again.

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"it's gonna rain soon / and pull me back in.

"i had the words / you thought a hundred times

"oh darlin' / will you still walk me back home?'"

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extras <3

not really any extras! i just hope u enjoyed <3 and that this chapter was good and not too long or just a bunch of rambles!! i had like three ideas i had randomly wrote down and then just copied and pasted into this chapter and was trying to make them all fit 😭

IWAIZUMI AND Y/N HAVE A PLATONIC SIBLING-TYPE RELATIONSHIP!!! JUST MAKING THAT CLEAR also i'm a sucker for iwaizumi but that's besides the point

omi just kind of got up and left at some point during dinner when atsumu got tipsy and started talking to shoyo and bo. he said goodbye to osamu and then left

they all have each other's locations anyway and shoyo and bokuto trust him to know what he's doing

kita, akaashi, and iwa ended up going home soon after iwa got back from walking y/n to the park and then he and kita stayed up all night waiting for her to come home while akaashi was passed out <3

this fic lowkey goes a little bit off the rails!! but hopefully u guys enjoy it <33

AND I KEEP FORGETTING TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THIS I'VE KIND OF LOST IT NOW!! but y/n's pfp is a pufferfish because they symbolize protecting yourself and setting boundaries <3 interpret that as u will

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I need to see the nastiest, most intense BDSM session Jack is willing to go with Pitch as well as aftercare cuz Pitch ain't a bitch/lh

I hope your night goes smooth btw!

Jack lay shaking on the bed. His stomach was splattered with cum, thighs shiny with lube. His nipples were puffy and swollen, cheeks purple with a deep blush. Shadows left inky stains as they slid away, loosening the ropes binding the younger man's limbs and revealing reddish-purple marks on his shoulders, chest, wrists, thighs, and ankles. Splotches of red and purple littered his body where Pitch had sucked and bit at his skin relentlessly, deep imprints left over on his cheeks where a ball gag had been tightened to keep Jack from crying out and begging him to stop. A rather deep and vicious bite had torn the delicate skin of one thigh, scabbed over from Jack's own internal cold, and Pitch ran his fingers over it gently. Jack jerked at his touch, trying to pull his leg away, but Pitch lifted it easily. He hooked a thin ankle over his shoulder, rubbing soothingly at the marks on Jack's thighs, and kissed the mark on Jack's thigh. Jack trembled beneath him.

He had never looked so exquisite.

"So good, Jack..." Pitch murmured against his skin. It was loud in the quiet room, once filled with his own heavy, desperate breathing as he fucked Jack viciously into the bed, the poor little spirit unable to do more than squeal and moan behind his gag as Pitch had his way with him. Their pleasure and pain had filled the room, echoing back to Pitch like sweet music in the dark, but all that could be heard now was his own calming breathes and Jack's ragged ones. Jack shuddered at the sound of his voice, the first he had spoken since putting the blindfold over Jack's eyes shortly after fastening the gag. A quiet sob escaped Jack, and Pitch watched as teeth sunk into his swollen lower lip. He kissed the bite mark again. "You look absolutely gorgeous like this, Jack," he whispered against soft skin. Jack heaved another soft cry. "So beautiful..."

He rubbed at the bite with his thumb, feeling the muscle quiver under his hand. Then he slowly slid his hands over Jack's legs, massaging the imprints of rope left behind on pale thighs. He couldn't bear to look at the mess dripping from between pale cheeks less he grow hard again, and instead trailed gentle kisses up along his thigh, up to his hips and flat stomach. Jack's abdomen flexed with the shock of touch, and a sob echoed in the quiet room. The sound of a hand smacking flesh soon followed, and Pitch glanced up to see Jack covering his mouth to stifle his cries. He kissed Jack's chest gently, avoiding no-doubt sore nipples.

"You did so well, love," he whispered against his skin. He sat up, stretching out along Jack's side, one arm coming up to prop himself and curl over Jack's head on the pillow protectively. He carded fingers through soft, sweaty white hair and reached for the blindfold he'd yet to remove, unwilling to subject his young lover to all of his senses in one abrupt moment after their scene. He removed it slowly, flinging it into the dark and pressing gentle kisses to Jack's flushed cheek. "Such a good boy for me..." he whispered into a flushed ear.

Jack still trembled against him, and Pitch pressed himself more fully against his side, allowing his heat to sink into his cold little lover. He whispered soothing nonsense into Jack's ear, kissing his face and neck, rubbing at the marks left over on his skin and avoiding the sore spots until Jack's shaking calmed down. Eventually, he was able to take Jack's hand, moving it away to reveal his pouty lips, but instead of claiming his mouth like he so desperately wanted, Pitch squeezed his fingers, raising his hand to his lips for a kiss. He kissed the palm of Jack's hand and then each long finger until he dragged his lips up the back of his hand to place another kiss. All the while, he ran his other hand through Jack's hair. When he finally reached a thin wrist, Pitch kissed the imprint of rope left behind, opening his eyes just enough to look up at the lovely creature gazing back at him with tears in his eyes. He did not let go of Jack's hand as he lowered it, holding it gently with his own.

"Hey..." he murmured. He kissed Jack's shoulder sweetly. "Back with me?"

Jack swallowed, thick and noisy, but he nodded. A tremble still ran through him, but not nearly as violent as it had been when Pitch started loosening the ropes.

"Can you speak?" Pitch asked softly. Jack swallowed again. He shook his head. "One moment."

Pitch kissed his shoulder again before lowering Jack's hand to let him go. Almost immediately, a shiver racked in Jack's body, and Pitch was quick to half turn on his side, grabbing an ice cube created by Jack himself from a bowl on the nightstand. He rolled back over to his lover, pressing along his side and resuming his gentle petting of white hair as he placed the cube of ice to Jack's lips. Swollen lips parted just so, and Pitch had to steady his own breathing as he ran it along them, until it melted enough between the heat of his fingers to place in his lover's mouth. Jack moaned a little, sucking on the little cube of ice.

"Good boy," Pitch murmured again. Jack slowly turned his head to look up at him. His eyes were bright in the dark, and Pitch thought he had never looked so lovely. He cupped Jack cheek in his hand, smoothing his thumb over the imprints from the gag. He breathed out a shaky sigh. "Gods, you're so good to me, Jack... My sweet, beautiful Jack..."

Jack managed a ghost of his usual smirk, cheeks flushed. "Flatterer..." His voice cracked with the word, and he bit down on the ice cube in his mouth.

Pitch simply kissed his cheek again. "Is it flattery of I simply speak the truth?" He pulled back to gaze down unblinking into bright blue eyes. "Or because you have yet to believe it?"

Jack looked away, chewing his ice. Pitch gently urged him back with the hand on his cheek. His gaze softened.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, curious and gentle.

It took a moment, and Jack gave him a wry little glare, but when Pitch simply continued to stare, rubbing his cheek and petting his hair, Jack eventually sighed. He shook his head slowly.

"Not..." He licked his lips. "Not in a way I didn't ask for," he admitted. Pitch smiled.

"Good," he muttered. He took Jack's hand in his again, lifting it to his lips. "That's good... I worried I may have gone a bit overboard..." He kissed the delicate wrist again.

Jack shook his head. "You didn't. It was... intense, but so is everything with you." He laughed quietly to himself.

"Oh, is that so?" Pitch murmured. "Should I dial it back?"

"Nah." Jack struggled to sit up, Pitch helping to prop him up against the pillows. He wrapped his arm around Jack's waist, holding him close and stroking his hip lightly. "I like your intensity." His hand shook as he pulled it from Pitch's own, pressing it against his cheek. Pitch's eyes fell closed, and he leaned into the cooling touch with a small smile. "Wouldn't be you without it."

"Hm," Pitch hummed. He turned his head to kiss Jack's palm before opening his eyes, meeting Jack's soft smile with his own, gaze lidded contentedly. "Well, I can't very well let you go, then, can I?"

Jack laughed. "I'd be mad if you did," he admitted. It was quiet and full of love, and Pitch's heart swelled in his chest. Jack's othe hand reached up to tug Pitch's arm. "Kiss me?"

Pitch was quick to sit up further to accommodate him.

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I went with the aftercare, I hope that's ok!

Partially inspired by this!

[rorydrawsandwrites]

final opinions on the silly mr puzzles guy???? :3

He is Definitely a Guy Ever

Very tragic yet very dangerous. Delightfully theatrical and unhinged but if he were a real person I would NOT want him on the loose ever again his ass is dying in prison (if he even can)

Honestly I'm able to relate to the fact that he's such a critic hahah. I mean I agree with him professionals should have standards. So married to his own vision save for that one time that it's even messed things up for him on occasion. But he's definitely good at entertaining, seeing as he entertained me into liking him as a silly little guy despite all the war crimes. I'm sure that's what he would've wanted

Then again he still throws tantrums and stalks people and punches effigies and attempts mass murder and brainwashes people when things don't go his way and that's why he's a pathetic king. Like yass girl slay but also get yourself together

The shot with the "crane up" in the lowest point short as he lay in the trash can was satisfying for multiple reasons. Finally he's where he belongs /lh

I feel like I found this character at the right time because I've learned a little bit about filmmaking by now, camera movements and shot types and like the visual language of film, and it IS pretty fascinating stuff so I get his passion one hundred percent (also did you know that in the beginning of Creative Control the "who, what, when, where, why, and how" are the 5W + 1H that should be answered when delivering a piece of news. Like in press. Apparently it's also a general problem solving thing but I first learned about it in the context of news media. I felt so proud of myself for noticing)

I also like that he's eloquent and has only said fuck once, characters like that tend to be endearing to me. Also I get to use my purple prose vocabulary when thinking about their dialogue and possibly writing it down. I did already mention loving his VA, also loved his progressively growing collection of faces, and I think that twink of a man should be seductively grabbed by the waist at least once- wait who said that

On an slightly related note I can't see any potential for ships here with the main cast. I heard there was one with Mario? Uhh, welp. I don't see it. The only ship I'll ship is him and Firkász, she's already sucking on his staticky glass screen as we speak. Disgusting

I don't know what else to say tbh I think he rocked the fairy godmother fit. Silly ahh wings. He was such a pretty fairy

Anyway rest in containment Puzzles, genuine human connection could've fixed you. Also if you didn't treat people like toys 'till the very end. Your sadistic tendencies and stubborn disregard for your fellow beings made you all the more horrible and yet more tragic still, as you could've never even had what you most desperately needed. Because you couldn't change

[tapakah0]

Wait... Tapa, you're FUCKING 19 Y/O?! (Big /POS) I'M ADMIRING SOMEONE WHO'S MY AGE BUT WITH THE SKILLS OF A GOD?! (HUGE /POS)

Oh, Lord. Might faint if I don't sit down *says the one laying in bed cause executive dysfunction wont let them wake up*.

Tapa, really, I hugely admire and look up to you. Maybe I don't interact that often with your content, and rather I follow you because of Cass or not, I really admire how versatile you are when it comes to art. Want comic? Don't worry, there's really good and amazing comics in the master post. Want animatics? BAM! This artist's known for it's CAS animatics, and literally have done most of these in the span of, what? THREE FUCKING HOURS?! (really, that's sick and cool. Hope you rested after those /Pos). Want illustrations? Well, my my, look furthermore and you shall receive.

I really admire and look up to you, and now that you might be my age, or a little older, it both, Ups and Downs me: Up's because the fact that you got to this point and have such a progress behind you, means that I can too. Just need a bit more of discipline and focus, because I would really need the focus. And Down's because, I could be there, and just can't one way or the other. I barely know the theorics about animation/animatic and illustration, even less about doing so, and I can't really focus for more than 12hs, (and I really tried).

You're amazing, Tapa, and you truly are someone admirable. Someone loveable (Still can't forget you about your animatic “Twins”, it broke me into shards to a different level /Pos). And someone I aspire to be. When it comes to skills Ofc.

Hope you're well rested, feed, and drink enough water. I really love your art and how you have improve into them /POS /LH

Ohhh, sweet, thank you ;;~;; But I need you to know that I myself don't know a lot of things, still learning them, don't know a lot of basics about animation, I know artists my age that worked so much more then me, but it's interesting that over time you just get used to it, don't get jealous, don't push yourself, just start enjoying what you do I hope you'll get to the height you wanna climb!

[oddballwriter]

Lady Problems

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Summary: The boys were happy to have you move in. They made it known that they wanted you to make a home with them as soon as you had gotten used to and seen everything about each other, both in the good, strange, ugly, and vulnerable. And there where no actual problems with you at all. But you did come with something that Marc didn't fancy too well. 

Warnings: None that I actually know of. There's a literal cat involved, and it does cat things. 

Author’s Snip: Yet another silly idea from my silly brain.

Notes: This isn't proof read. I wrote this last night in some weird type of "awake but the body's getting ready for sleep" like state and I just don't feel like proof reading so if there errors then suck it up /lh.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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The boys were happy to have you move in. They made it known that they wanted you to make a home with them as soon as you had gotten used to and seen everything about each other, both in the good, strange, ugly, and vulnerable. And there where no actual problems with you at all. But you did come with something that Marc didn't fancy too well.

Her name is Lady, and she was your pet cat.

Now, Marc doesn't hate cats. Even though he was more of a dog person, be it a big dog type of person. But a cat was fine. You fill their bowl, clean a box, maybe throw a toy around, and have them come to you when they want. It's not like he had a say anyways. You've had lady since you started living on your own. Plus, to tell you she had to go was like telling Steven he could have the Gus' anymore. Though, it seemed like Lady was the one to have a problem with Marc.

Marc doesn't know what he did to her since she always had this seeming distaste for him. And he knew that it was only him because Lady would let Steven and Jake pet her just fine and even purr while they did it. But anytime Marc touched her she'd either smack his hand, get up and leave, or let out a disapproving noise. There was one time he manage to pet her for a second but once he stopped he looked at him before cleaning off the spot he touched.

No. He did not need approval from a cat. But it seems like she was very opinionated on him and Marc felt a bit salty about it deep down.

That's why he dreaded it a little when you would be leaving town for a few days and leaving the boys and Lady to themselves. It wasn't a bad thing. You usually left them in charge of checking up on Lady before you moved in with them. But this was their first time actually being cat dad.

It was the second night of you being gone. Marc was laying in bed and about to actually fall asleep when he heard the jostle of a tiny bell. He turned his head to the side, opening his eyes and managed to make out the silhouette of something with pointed ears on the top of its head on the bed. It was dark and he could barely see through it but Marc knew that it was Lady staring right at him on your side of the bed. The cat let out a meow as she moved her footing and looking around the bed.

"Yeah. They're not home yet." Marc muttered, sleep having turned out some of his vocals. Lady let out another meow, almost like an acknowledgement to what he said. She turned her attention back towards him and moved a bit closer. Marc slowly moved his hand up towards one of her front paws and touched it, which she reacted to by pulling her paw away. "Yeah. It's me. I know you." he sympathized. "I'm probably the last person you want to wait for them to come back with." he chuckled.

Marc would have turned over to try and go back to sleep, till Lady pawed at his cheek. "What?" Marc groaned, "You were fed dinner already. And I don't want to see what happens when I feed you after midnight." he joked. Just then Lady plops down onto the bed where her head is against Marc's hand. Marc looks at her confused for a minute since she's never given any type of straight forward signs that she wanted him to pet her causing him to give a faint "What?" out of confusion.

After a moment of Marc just looking at Lady, and Lady rolling around in her spot a few times, he tested his luck and gave her little head a scratch. And to his surprise, she didn't do anything. "Oh, so you're just cool now? You're letting me do this now?" he said as he continued to pet her and watch for her reaction, to which there was none except her closing her eyes in approval.

The next morning was like the others. After eating breakfast Marc liked to lounge on the couch with his coffee for a bit to wait for the caffeine to kick in. Lady had made it to the couch and laid down next to Marc.

Marc reached over to pet Lady on her stomach but quickly got his hand smacked by her and she turned to a position that didn't leave her stomach exposed anymore. "Okay. We aren't at belly rub level yet. Got it." he remarked.

[drachonia]

𝐮 𝐦 𝐛 𝐫 𝐚 𝐥 𝐝 𝐞 𝐥 𝐢 𝐠 𝐡 𝐭 𝐬 .

Kinktober 2024 Day 7 Ellis Twilight x OC insert

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I refuse to believe Ellis isn’t the tallest in Crown so much that I reject canon. /lh

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @candied-boys @candiedcoffeedrops

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: mild blood, mild size kink, Ellis shenanigans, mildly ooc.

It had been a long night of brawls, cursing, and death…and damn was Ellis tired. He trudged up the stairs, noting with a sad frown that Bryn wasn’t quite back yet. The blood splatter on his shirt was barely visible, thankfully, but the garment was still damp with the fluid as he pressed a few fingers over it, sighing and tugging open the buttons of his shirt with messy hands. His brow creased slightly as he thought of how she’d worry if she saw blood seeping into his shirt, and that was something he wanted to avoid as he headed into the bathroom.

Roughly an hour or so later, as he relaxed on the bed, he heard the door creak open, sitting up to see his lover tiptoe in, back from her own late night excursion.

“You’re back.” He gave a toothy grin, holding out his arms for a hug and letting her embrace him tightly. His body dwarfed hers, the difference of over 20 centimeters feeling all the more prevalent the more Ellis curled around Bryn’s slender body.

Long fingers dug into the skin of her ass through her dress as Ellis hummed again, soft breathy voice melting into a low purr, “I missed you…” skyscape eyes dark with desire and possession, the sweetness and softness fading as it was replaced with a carnal need.

“I want you… he grasped her tighter and flipped them over so she lay flat on the bed, his tall form arched over hers. The way his eyes shimmered in candlelight had her spellbound as he dove down to take her lips. It wasn’t a sweet and gentle start to the kiss, it was Ellis sucking roughly at her bottom lip until he drew a noise out of her loud enough to open part her lips a bit more. His tongue eagerly delved in and stroked over every inch of her mouth, almost insatiable.

“Mmn! E-Ellis..!” She gasped, hands pushing on his chest until he drew back, regaining a sliver of composure as he caught his breath, gazing down at her, “Sorry…you just feel so, delicate that I want to feel every inch of you.” He murmured, curling his arms beneath her knees and urging them up over his thighs. The simple motion stretched them wide across his lap, shifting Bryn’s undergarments upwards against her stomach and chest.

The sight of the sheer fabrics barely concealing her underneath the cream dress had Ellis’ mind a muddled mess. Torn between his excitement and a desire to please, he dove back down to kiss her once more, long fingers roughly grasping at her frilled bloomers and yanking them down her legs until they practically hung off her ankles.

His lover panting and disheveled was something he didn’t know he’d even enjoy the sight of until now. The simple feeling had him reeling as he noticed how small her thighs were compared to his own, the thought sticking with him as he reached for his belt, eyes losing that sweet innocent boyish look they usually held and trading it for a beastly possessiveness that would probably could have rivaled that of Elbert.

Ellis’ pants were soon discarded on the floor, shirt following as he let both drop softly behind him. His necklace dangled above Bryn with a faint glimmer from the light of the candles, almost acting as a pendulum that lulled her into the heady mood even further. His chest heaved slowly, grasping his shaft and gently pumping to make sure he was hard enough to slide into her with ease. Each pant of her name he let out gave her a small swell of pride in her chest. She did this to him, and the result was entrancing.

Ellis once more leaned over her in an arch, gasping when her fingers wrapped over him just beneath his own large hand. The two slowly began to stroke Ellis in unison, the brawn of Crown huffing softly against his partner’s ear and swallowing thickly. A low guttural moan eventually leaving his lips as he gulped, orgasm building with every twist of her hand while his pumped. Eventually it grew to a fever pitch, and Ellis let out a strangled cry, spurting all over her corset with a heavy load.

“Please…I want to be inside you already.” He slurred, those dark eyes of his shimmering just like his namesake. There was absolutely no way she could just say no to that, nodding slowly and grasping his shaft to help him guide inside. The first push proved to be slightly aching despite slicking him up beforehand. The pair sank further into the comfort of the bed and its cushions as their mixed groans filled the room.

“Y-You’re so tight…aah!” Ellis hissed, breath hitching when she throbbed around him rather hard, whimpering at each honeyed compliment.

“Can you curl over me again? I feel…safer when you do that.” Bryn murmured, her cheeks dyed a deep red as their fingers laced together, Ellis beginning to thrust once more. Each push of his hips urged him deeper as her moans coaxed him to go further and curl his body over hers with each push.

“E-Ellis I’m coming..!”

“Nnn! Me too, ngh!” He gasped, eyes opening wide as he dug his nails into the sheets over her head, growling in her ear as he pulled out and coated her stomach again, watching her fall beneath him.

Even if this was pure bliss, he knew they could always find something happier.

[desires-of-chain]

yall all this discussion of tummy and hair is driving me crazy--

now as a gay guy i love headcanoning/writing twilight (and sky) as full on bear, which for those that do not know is a term that was made in the gay community in the 80s for fat and hairy men (in part, because of fatphobia in gay spaces excluding them). so I'm not talking about muscular hairy men with a tiny bit of chub here, i'm talking actually fat and hairy guys. because they're so hot. very hot. wow. yeah. mmm.

...what was i originally gonna say here GJDKSJ

OH YEAH so with that in mind: just, focusing on twilight's stomach and thighs. thick and hairy, kissing them and running your hands along his skin, feeling the softness of the hair, almost tangling your fingers in it at points. following his happy trail down where it gets thickest among all the hair covering his stomach and up to his chest, squeezing and tracing the underside of his belly, down across the crease where tummy meets leg and doing the same with the inner side of his thighs, as you tease him with focusing on everything but where he wants you most. finally putting your mouth on him, one hand up to squeeze his thigh, maybe pulling the other one closer to rest your head against, the best cushion.

OR riding him - legs spread as far as they can go by his stomach, squeezing into it with your knees as you shift up and down, ass hitting against his thighs when you take all of him. being able to lean on his stomach with your hands when you need a brace, kneading him like a cat almost, or backwards with his thighs up and ready to hold your weight. flopping down on top of him when you're both spent, pressing your face into his hairy chest and bringing a hand up to cup his round jawline, rubbing your thumb back and forth in a silent thanks.

.i think i might be comign down with sobmething...

- wizard anon

YER TRYIN TO KILL ME HERE /lh

I also love drawing/writing Twi and Sky with chonk on them! they so deserve to be squishy cause they are cuddle and lovebugs. Just wanna lay on theemmmmm and ride them fr.