#im too tired for the ball event

[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

The balls happening and she's doing a mini movie night, "....Would Nightmare before Christmas be too scary for an infant?"

[radiostarsz]

evilly plotting, evilly plotting

[gyuswhore]

Shut Up (don't)

anniversary event [closed]

lee seokmin x reader

prompt(s): carrying on the argument between sloppy kisses and heavy make out

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (MINORS DNI), mean words are thrown at one another while they're fighting, heavy makeouts, fingering (f. rec), breast play, p in v, unprotected sex, soff ending bc im a sap

[a/n]: i have nothing to say. enjoy.

masterlist

Nearly getting rearended, and then breaking the heel of your shoe, to becoming the receiving end of another plethora of snarky remarks from the department weasel; it was all beginning to spill over the rim of your too warm, too full cup. 

All you wanted was to eat a good meal in front of another mindless TV show and nap the weekend away in the arms of your favourite person. Hence why the excitement at your front door was overflowing, creaking the door open to find a darker than usual hallway. You can only slip off your broken shoes and deposit your keys and bag so quickly, barely considering the amount of noise you’re making with all the shuffling and clanging in the doorway. 

“Seok! Babe, are you home?” you raise your voice a little as you enter the kitchen, slamming the grocery bags down on the counter with a loud huff. You peek out the door into the dark halls, brows furrowed. 

Opting to put away the perishables first, you grunt as you stand back up after stuffing all the frozen packages into the freezer, hand supporting your lower back. You were more tired than you’d initally thought.

Shuffling into the living room, your turn on the lights, remaining confused as ever as to why they were off. Even in an empty house, at least one of the lights would remain on. 

You nearly jump out of your skin when you register the lump on the now visible couch, taking a moment to realise it was your boyfriend, still in the clothes he had left in this morning. 

He’s shifting, groaning as he comes around to reveal his face, eyes bleary and face slightly red from sleep. 

“Oh,” he grimaces as he realises you were the one to turn the lights back on. “You’re home.”

“Why are you sleeping on the couch? Have you eaten yet?” you ask your boyfriend who’s now attempting rub the sleep out of his eyes. 

“No,” he confirms, voice still scratchy. “I’m gonna change and go to bed.” 

“Wait, I did the groceries before coming home. I can make you your favourite. You can go to bed after you eat,” you insist. 

He doesn’t answer as he simply rises and makes his way towards the hall leading the bedroom. 

“Seok? Honey, I’ll be quick, I promise. Twenty minutes tops and then you can go to bed.”

Catching up to him, you grab his hand in an attempt to get him to look at you, which he does. Except he looks…annoyed? He brushes another hand across his hair and face, looking more exasperated by the second. 

“I’m not hungry,” he says, slower than usual. Like it was taking an effort to get the words out. “Now can you please just—”

“You can’t go to bed empty stomached, you’ll wake up with a headache!”

“You’re giving me a fucking headache right now.”

You freeze. 

On instinct, you drop his hand, letting it ball into fists at his side. He blinks for a long moment, pinching his nose bridge, before turning around entirely to continue his retreat back into the bedroom. 

It’s like you’ve snapped out of a daze when you register his retreating form, zero comment from either of you after the bomb he’d planted in the room. 

“You don’t get to say that to me and then walk away,” you say, and he’s still not stopping. “You aren’t the only one who’s had a shit day, at least I’m not being an ass about it.”

That seems to do it for him, turning around with furrowed brows and an open mouth that’s ready to shoot back. “This is your problem, you can’t leave things alone.” 

“I’m sorry that I care if my boyfriend’s starving himself?” Your voice comes out louder than intended, the heat of the situation creating an emerging buzz in your head. 

“Don’t care then! Your idea of helping is whatever you want done for you, have you considered that I just want to be left alone?” He tries to control his arms movements but they explode into some waving motion anyway, eyes meeting yours in a wide, angry, accusatory hold.

“Seokmin.” His name leaves your mouth in an unbelievable laugh. “Are you listening to yourself?”

“How can I over all that clanging and banging you do the minute you step foot into this house?!” 

“You know what?” you begin.

“God, just shut up, I can’t do this with you right now.”

“This is beginning to sound like you have a problem with me.”

“I just said—”

“No! Just fucking say it. Moving in together was a bad idea and you wish you’d never asked!” You know you sound hysterical, arms thrown over head as you fight the urge to push something over. 

“Stop it.”

“I’m trying to make this work with our schedules but if you’re gonna blow up anytime you don’t get your way—” 

Seokmin tries to shut you up again, only this time he succeeds. 

In the midst of your rampage he’d crossed the distance between the both of you, opting to slam his mouth onto yours instead of using his words. 

Both of his hands have gotten hold of your face, keeping you from moving your mouth in an way except against his own. He’s taken away your power, your hands come up to grasp his forearms. 

“Seok—” you start again, but he only plants his lips on you again, sliding his tongue at the seam of your mouth to intrude even further. 

You’re mad at him. It’s taking alot to remind yourself of that. He’s trying to shut you up. He doesn’t want to listen to you. He…

Even Seokmin, with all his other worldly breath control, can’t keep his mouth on your forever, leaving your swollen lips to let you both breathe for a moment. 

“What the fuck is this supposed to be doing?’ you ask, breathless but angry.

“Shutting you up,” he reponds, gripping your waist so hard it almost hurts, shoving your entire body right into his personal space. 

You aren’t any better than him, bringing your hands up to his hair, tugging at the strands just to have something to grip on to. 

“This isn’t over,” you mumble between wet, sloppy kisses, already half gone. 

“Like hell it isn’t,” Seokmin grunts, letting go only to pull you onto the warm couch, caging you between the armrest and his own overbearing body. He’s taking over you from all sides, the muddle of your mind unbecoming of the anger that coursed through you just minutes prior. 

Pairing that with your existing exhaustion, your mind seems to be skipping over most of the filler scenes that unfold. 

Your top is gone to wind before you can register his fingers working the buttons. His hands have reached underneath your tight skirt, fiddling with the waistband of your stockings. He’s struggling with the overlapping fabrics, the existing difficulty of handling stockings earning a dissatisfied grunt from his throat. 

Opening your eyes, shifting them to focus on Seokmin’s face, you don’t doubt you look just as fucked out as he does. Pupils dilated, hair dishevelled and sticking out from everywhere, clothes barely framing where they belong. He’s growing frustrated as he instead attempts to shuck your skirt off. 

“Just—” He cuts you off again, even as you try to help with the wretched zipper. 

“Not a word out of your mouth,” he says, almost like it’s a plea, shielded under his scratchy growl. “Not until I’m done.”

This is nothing like you’ve ever seen before, your sweet, gentle boyfriend had turned into some deep monster from hell, like the events of tonight unsheathed some unfed entity that only festered on its ignorance. Despite everything, you can’t seem to complain, enjoying every bit of this as every passing moment only stacks the already leaning tower. 

And when you thought he couldn’t get any more unhinged, you hear the distinct sound of a rip! 

He’s ripped your tights. 

“Seok, I just bought those!” you blurt before you can stop yourself. 

He doesn’t answer you this time, opting to let his fingers do the talking. You feel a distinct pressure on your hot core, and you’re immediately putty. Seokmin is rubbing slow circles over the damp crotch of your panties, steady, but just enough to have you bucking your hips uncontrollably every so couple seconds. Your breathing is loud, bordering whimpers as you squeeze your eyes shut. 

It’s criminal the way he pushes into your core, stuffing you with bulk of his finger and the fabric of your underwear. And just when you feel like you can’t take it anymore, he removes hands entirely. 

You nearly scream, the ache becoming near unbearable. He’s shuffling around to take his clothes off but you couldn’t care less if he fucked you half dressed. He’s naked before you can do something about it yourself, immediately planting himself back on you. 

“Put that mouth to better use,” he whispers, bringing two of his fingers to your lips, letting them push past and rest on your tongue. You start sucking on them instantly, tongue running over his long, beautiful fingers, letting him shove them as far as you’d let him. 

When he relents, he only slips them somewhere else. You watch between your flushed bodies as his sticky, glistening fingers disappear, sliding inside your ready, coated walls. Hands finding purchase on the bulk of his shoulders, he lets you dig your nails into his pristine tan skin as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Throwing your head back you can only groan into the empty ceiling at the feeling. 

“God, Seok that feels so good.”

He goes faster, deeper, separating his fingers inside you to test your limits. Finding that spongy spot, he shows no signs of relenting, now pistoning into you. 

When he stops, you come round to watch him line his hard member up to your entrance, not giving you a moment to register the emptiness. Except, you stop him. 

“Wait,” you breathe out, pushing yourself on your elbows. 

“What?” he asks, like he’s been snapped out of a trance. You maintain eye contact as you push him into a sitting position on the couch, letting his back hit the plush of the pillows. You take the opportunity to slide out of your torn and tattered tights, feeling the muscle of his thighs as you sit on his lap. 

“Fuck,” he curses when he realises what you’re doing. 

You readjust, grabbing his hard shaft, pumping him slowly as you prepare to line him up to your entrance again. Pushing your chest into his face during the process, he wastes no time in latching his mouth over the lace of your bra, licking over the fabric, pushing the tip of his tongue right where your nipple was. 

It send waves of shocks right into your core, busying the tip of his cock to rub itself on your dropping hole, savouring the feeling. Seokmin’s thrown your bra away, his mouth now in full contact with your breasts, tongue flicking across the nipple as he nips and sucks to his heart’s content. His fingers flick over your other nipple, pinching and stimulating it just the same. The sight of his fingers is doing so much to you, enough to encourage you to sink into his cock with finality. 

It’s a stretch, but nothing you haven’t been practiced to handle. He has a hand low on your hips, guiding your ass to sit on him fully. When you move it’s easier, the pleasure returning in its waves and sparks. 

“Fuck, Seok,” you whimper, as you start moving faster, bouncing on his cock, ass slapping his thighs. 

You find a place holder behind you on his knee, reaching one of your hands back to clasp his skin, the other finds reprieve in his hair, mouth still sucking on your breast. 

His palm rests on your ass, guiding you up and down his shaft in a constant rhythm, moaning into the plump of your breast. Letting go of your nipple, he throws his head back in a guttural moan, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your walls engulfing him whole. He continues to play with the swell of your breasts, fondling and groping. 

Taking advantage of the access, you lean into neck, pressing kisses onto the expanse, suckling on a spot near his ear, savouring the salt of his skin on your tongue. Your hips continue to bounce on him, but inevitably slow as you feel the burn on your thighs and hips. 

One particular landing is felt with a harsh buck of Seokmin’s own hips and you realise with a loud moan that he’s meeting you halfway, finishing what you started. Soon he’s created a pace of his own, thrusting his well oiled hips into you so good it has you blinking away the gleam of stars. 

“Baby,” your voice comes out pleading, and he knows exactly what you’re trying to say. 

“Come, baby, it’s alright. Come all over me.”

Taking his words to your cunt, you oblige, letting yourself come undone. It’s loud, it’s desperate and it’s raw, needing to wrap your arms around him in a latch for support. He smells like him, and it’s making the high continue to wreck your body in waves that won’t end. 

Seokmin cums just as your coming down from your own high, tightening his hold on you as he rams his cock into your overstimulated cunt to get his own fill of pleasure. His thighs stutter beneath you, his sounds deep and loud.

By the time he’s done neither of you have enough air in your lungs to say a word, slumped over one another as you catch your breaths. 

Seokmin is the first to recover, and your fluttering eyelids drift open at the feeling of his lips on your shoulders, leaving butterfly kisses as you remain curled into his chest, head on the crook of his neck. 

You’re uncomfortably warm, but you cuddle into his chest closer, feeling the heat that radiates off of his body. His lips have found your temple, seemingly not caring for your sticky, sweaty skin as he trails his kisses to your cheek, right next to your ear. 

“I’m sorry for blowing up on you like that. I always want you to care, please forget about what I said,” he whispers into your ear, and it’s enough to have you shuffle impossibly closer into his naked chest. It’s like you’ve molded into each other’s skin. 

“I’m sorry too, for not being understand and for blowing up on you as well. I should’ve handled my emotions better.” You lift your head for a moment to plant a kiss on Seokmin’s jaw, and then find his lips. 

He kisses you so softly it hurts, pecks of affirmation between his “sorry”s. 

“I love you,” he mumbles into your lips, and you cup his jaw as he pulls away ever so slightly. 

You can see a stretch at the corner of his lips and you realise he’s smiling; you almost weep at the sight. 

Kissing him again, you whisper right back, “I love you more.”

“Please don’t ever leave.”

“Never.”

“Promise?” 

You let out a little giggle, “Promise. As long as you won’t ever leave me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, nothing but love in his eyes.

“We still have to talk about what happened,” you say, brushing the pad of your finger across his cheek. 

“I know, and we will,” he gulps. “I think we need to sleep on it.”

You agree quietly, but quip anyway. “If I had to take a shot, I’d bet it on all that pent up energy you just unleashed. I think you feel better right now.”

He exhales through his nose, slightly embarrassed at being called out, but replies nonetheless. “It…it probably was. I do feel less tense.”

“Hm,” you hum, bringing you arms to wrap around his neck, tucking your mouth right near his ear. You trace a lone finger down the center of his chest. 

“Since we’ve decided this is a topic for tomorrow, do you think you’ve got a little more frustration in there to let out?” 

He’s still sheathed inside you, and you can feel his length begin to harden. 

You don’t realise what’s happening as you feel yourself being jerked forward, suddenly suspended in his arms as he struts towards the bedroom. Arms tightened, a hint of a squeal escapes you, and you can only giggle as he tickles whispered promises into your neck. 

Promises that you can count on him to fulfill. 

[ohdeerfully]

K hear me out, a wife! Reader x Alastor and Charlie finds out they had a kid when they were alive. (I don’t mind what the kids name is but make them young and passed due to Spanish flu, dark I know)

omg this has been sitting in my drafts so long, i love requests like this </3 im sorry if it seems rushed, i really wanted to finish it!

Mourning Dove

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You sat yourself unceremoniously at the bar in the hotel lobby, shoulders slouched and cheek squished against the cold countertop. You weren’t one for alcohol, but you didn’t mind the company of Husk. He didn’t say much unless prompted, but that didn’t bother you. It was nice, honestly, after a day of dealing with the others.

“Somethin’ the matter?” Okay. Nevermind about him not saying much.

“Hmm?” You responded, barely peeking up from your finger that dragged patterns in the surface you laid against. “I’m good.”

“You don’t look it,” Husk observed, and you knew he was referring to the discoloration of your eyes and the residual dampness of your cheeks from crying. Your hair was a mess, too. Yeah, you looked like shit. “Tough day?”

“I guess, yeah,” You sighed, pushing yourself up and leaning back in a stretch while your fingers gripped the countertop to steady yourself. “Just thinking about… Y’know.”

He didn’t pry, and you were thankful for that. Husk did know a little, actually, and knew better than to push for more details. After being stuck with Alastor for so long, with the guy owning his soul and all, he inevitably learned some deep shit about him and, by extension, you. He just grunted in response and went back to spot cleaning his bottles of booze.

“(Y/N)!” A chipper voice called your name, and you squeezed your eyes shut in frustration. You thought you were done with all of this for the day, and you were so ready to just go to sleep. “I wanted everybody to join me for dinner today! We have a few new residents, so I want everybody to meet each other.”

You squeezed your lips to prevent a harsh word from responding to Charlie’s invitation. You were so tired. You feigned a weak smile and looked at her. You wanted to say no, to say you needed to sleep, but those huge, pleading eyes of hers caught the rejection in your throat. You tried to reason with yourself that Charlie doesn’t host stuff like this very often. It would just be one night. You’ll survive.

“Okay.” 

She clasped her hands together and jumped on the balls of her feet, thanked you, and took off to find the next resident to invite. You held your head against your hand and you sighed dramatically. Husk looked at you from the corner of his eye, but opted to remain silent. You stood up after a few more minutes of quiet sulking, deciding you should fix yourself up for dinner.

In your room, you gently fixed your hair and threw on a casual outfit. Nothing super nice, just in case food started flying–knowing the antics of some of the hotel residents, it wouldn’t be a surprise.

You slowly made your way to the banquet room, which Charlie had installed for events like today. You could already hear the low murmur of small talk, and you were surprised to see a few new faces. Not a whole lot, just about five, alongside the familiar faces of your friends. Charlie’s hotel was, slowly but surely, becoming more successful.

You spotted Alastor quickly–he was hard to miss due to his height. You settled yourself in a chair next to him at a long table that Charlie had dragged into the room for everybody to sit at. You felt your skin prickle with the familiar sensation of static, which increased slightly as his attention turned towards you. He gave you a grin before focusing his eyes on the racket that was already picking up. You watched his smile curl, a bit sinister, as the sound of shouting caught your attention.

“-my fuckin’ business!” You picked up the tail end of Angel Dust fuming at Vaggie, one pair of arms crossed under his chest. He had a third hand on his hip, with his fourth hand jabbing an accusatory point at the woman in front of him.

“Guys, please!” Charlie pleaded, pressing her shoulder against Vaggie’s in an attempt to move her away from Angel. “I don’t want to scare my new guests away!”

“Tell this bitch to keep her nose outta my shit! I can’t have my fuckin’ life on the line because she doesn’t like my job!” Angel spat. There was a dangerous, maybe even frantic, look in his eyes. Before Charlie could say anything, Angel had spun around and stormed to the table. He ripped the chair out and slammed his body down. All four of his arms were crossed now as he glowered at the wooden tabletop.

You sighed, and felt a headache already forming. 

Angel’s spirits quickly changed when Husk sulked into the room. He had his paws stuffed in his pockets, and glared at the air in front of him. He sat down at the other end of the table, but Angel was quick to stand up and saunter his way over to sit next to the cat. You couldn’t quite catch the flirtatious remarks that made Husk roll his eyes. 

You observed them for a while, watching as Husk slowly grew more comfortable in the small talk he and Angel shared. He would never admit it, but you knew Husk didn’t hate Angel’s company. Husk seemingly said something about you to Angel that made him whip his head up to look at you. You quickly averted your gaze.

Charlie had been standing by her own chair, and a cough from her throat made the chatter die down. You didn’t really listen to the overly sappy speech she had started to give, your mind drifting away in absent thought. You picked your nails into the edge of the table, fidgeting with the light cloth.

Alastor caught your attention by lightly nudging his leg against yours. You trailed your eyes up to his, meeting his red gaze. There was a hint of worry in his eyes, and his grin twitched at the edges as he looked at your exhausted face. He tilted his head in a silent question.

You merely shook your head in response, and mouthed a quick “it’s nothing” and hoped that he wouldn’t press. He didn’t, but you knew he’d ask again in a private room.

Charlie sat down again, and Vaggie rubbed her shoulder, murmuring a silent praise. You dragged your eyes across the table, making note of the handful of new faces. None of them seemed to take Charlie very seriously, but that didn’t come as a surprise. They probably just liked free food.

The food in question seemingly materialized out of nowhere, and you chalked it up to her “princess of hell” type powers that she didn’t use very often. You smiled gratefully and, though you didn’t have much of an appetite, you started slowly picking at the plate in front of you.

The room once again began to rumble with small talk, but at some point the multiple conversations began to melt together until the whole table was talking to each other in one. Charlie was doing most of the heavy lifting with keeping the conversation going.

“-the deal with the Radio Demon and that gal next to him?” You perked your ears when you heard this reference to yourself. One of the new guests, some sort of lizard demon, had a finger pointed at the two of you. He had a slight country drawl in his voice. You saw Alastor’s smile widen when the attention of the table turned towards himself.

“My darling wife,” Alastor stated simply, briefly placing a hand on your shoulder. His eyes were closed as he smiled proudly. You silently nodded with a light, polite smiling. “We knew each other in life. It’s only natural for us to remain together. It would have been a shame for death to do us part.”

“Didn’t think you was the type…” The lizard said slowly, eyeing the two of you carefully. You didn’t blame him; what kind of nut job would marry the Radio Demon? Though, as Alastor said, you were married before Hell, and he wasn’t so… infamous back then. He was actually rather sweet, besides the whole serial killer thing–which, in your defense, you weren’t even aware of till he was shot to death.

“Didn’t think ya were the type to have a kid, either,” Angel piped up absently, one arm thrown lazily over the back of his chair. You watched as Husk tried desperately to shut him up as he continued to speak, but you barely heard the words over the sound of your heart picking up pace, and the increased radio frequency of Alastor’s. His body had stiffened and his eyes had shot open, quickly narrowing as his smile strained and curled dangerously, his gums visible in a snarl. His eyes were not on Angel, but on Husk, whose ears were flattened against his head and a nervous look in his wide eyes.

You weren’t really paying attention though, but you felt the intense tension and rapid prickling on your skin. Your breathing became more labored and you pointed your face to the table to try to hide the building tears in your eyes. You had tried so hard, all day, to push back the memories that kept threatening to resurface. What are the chances that on the same day, the topic was brought up, destroying the wall you had built to contain the anxiety, regret, grief…

You were kneeling by the wrinkled, messy sheets of the twin bed your son had been in for the past couple days. Your heart was tight, and you could barely breathe as you looked at him. He gazed blearily at the ceiling, following the path of the rocking fan. Every breath he took scratched at his throat, as if there were pebbles blocking the path. He barely had the strength to cough. His lips were dry and cracked, and his graying skin still had a flush of fever. You used a damp rag to clean the dried snot under his nose.

You had tried everything. Every recommended antibiotic, every treatment, therapy, exercise; nothing had worked. Nobody knew how to treat the illness. You had even tried to work with witch doctors that Alastor knew. You had spent so much of what little money you had trying to save your little boy.

Alastor was often gone during this time, being the one to go out and find something new to try. You never left the room, even when your husband tried to push you to go outside to stretch your legs or take a shower. He promised to watch over your son. But you just couldn’t, not with David laying on these dirty sheets, looking so frail, weak, and small. You had often called him little dove, and it made you sick to think that your nickname was now like a cruel adjective to describe his current state. A sick, frail baby bird. He had barely eaten in the past eight days, and you didn’t want to admit to yourself that any scratchy breath he took could be that last one.

You stiffened when his head rolled over towards you, and his eyes struggled to focus on you. His cracked lips grimaced for a moment, followed by a sharp, grating cough that made your heart drop and your eyes sting. You reached a shaky hand forward to smooth down his knotted hair.

“Am I going to be okay,” David said weakly. His voice caught on the tightness in his throat multiple times. “I feel really bad.”

“I know baby, but you’re okay,” You said tenderly, continuing to stroke his hair. “Your dad is getting you some new medicine. You’ll be okay.”

You were lying to him, and to yourself. But you couldn’t help but cling on to a morsel of hope–it was all you could do, really. David just looked towards you, his eyes flicking around slightly, unable to truly focus on anything.

“I’m tired.” He said. His breathing was labored.

“I know.”

Your emotions threatened to spill from your eyes as you watched him turn his head back towards the ceiling, eyes shutting. You didn’t want to cry; you couldn’t, not in front of him. You needed to stay strong for him.

You pressed the back of your hand to his burning forehead, and then trailed your hand to his chest, lightly pressing against him to feel his heartbeat. It was slow, and slowing. Your own heart picked up in response. 

You heard the door in another room open, shut, and footsteps quickly pace towards the room. The door cracked lightly, and the tall, thin frame of your husband peeked in. He held a brown back tightly in his fist. With one look into your eyes, he knew something was wrong. Or, well, more wrong than usual. 

You clenched your jaw to prevent any sob from escaping your lips as he sat the bag down on an end table and kneeled next to you, gripping your waist tightly as he looked at David. The boy’s breath had gotten dangerously quiet.

You watched as his eyes opened again.

“I’m tired.” He repeated, weaker this time.

Both you and Alastor leaned towards the bed, his hand on David’s leg as you gingerly lifted the boy’s head into your arms, pulling his light body towards yourself. You shifted yourself up into the bed with him, trying to wrap as much of yourself around your son as possible. You could feel his heartbeat getting slower with every weak breath he took.

“Sleep, then,” your voice trembled. You felt Alastor grip your shoulder, his other hand softly rubbing David’s arm. You couldn’t describe the expression on his face. “I’ll see you in the morning, little dove.” You lied.

“In heaven?” He responded. Your breath hitched at his words. He knew, somehow, that he was dying. How sick it was, for such a young boy to be aware of his impending death. How cruel God was.

“Yeah, I promise,” Was all you could muster. You worried that any more would destroy the dam that held back your tears.

It broke, though, when you felt David’s heart finally stop. You choked on a sob once, twice, before finally you started wailing. Screaming. You held a vice-like grip on the boy, both your arms and legs secured around him. Alastor was still quiet, but he had sat across from you on the bed and pulled you towards him, securing you and David’s still-warm body in an equally tight grip. You could feel his strained breathing and tight jaw against your head. He said something, but you didn’t hear him.

Your mind rushed back to the present when you felt a hand on your back. Your head whipped towards Alastor, who was looking at you. The table was dead silent, and there was still a look of rage in his eyes, but his smile held a softness that was only ever given to you. Your heart still beat strongly, and you struggled to breathe, but you were at least glad that your mind was still back in the present.

Evidently, barely any time had passed. Angel had a nervous look in his expression, which he tried and failed to mask as Husk cursed at him. Charlie was looking at you in worry.

“(Y/N),” She said softly. “...How come you never-”

“Truly, there is no point in speaking of life before death,” Alastor interrupted her, the usual cheer in his voice lilted by a masked emotion. You knew he felt the same grief as you, but he was a million times better at acting naturally. “What a waste of time and emotion.”

Alastor stood quickly, his hand trailing against your shoulders as he walked past you and towards Angel and Husk. Husk’s ears flattened to his skull again as Alastor loomed over them, hands behind his back as a smile twisted his features.

“Husker, my friend,” He said, the cat demon visibly flinching at the mention of his name. “Let’s take a walk.”

Husk didn’t move, and the room grew heavy with tension with every second as the sound of radio frequency got louder and somehow sharper. Alastor bent at the waist, his snarling smile inches away from the panicked expression on Husk’s face. 

“Is the tomcat getting too old to hear?” You barely picked up Alastor’s words, but you definitely heard the threatening tone in his voice.

The cat swallowed hard before standing up. He shot one last infuriated look at Angel, before whipping his head back to attention when Alastor tapped his cane against the ground impatiently. The two of them left the room, and the tension in the air immediately lifted when the door shut.

Charlie startled you when she placed a delicate hand on your upper arm, and she guided you to your feet and out another set of doors. A weak smile touched her expression.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked as you both went up the stairs towards your hotel room. You shook your head silently at her offer. She only nodded back, and said nothing more. She opened the door to your room for you, and waited till you settled down in your bed before saying a string of comforting words that you didn’t really pay attention to. The door clicked softly, and you once again began to sob.

Only a few minutes passed before you felt your skin prickle with a static-like feeling. You had grown to find comfort in the odd sensation, and felt incredibly relieved when you knew Alastor was sitting next to you. You didn’t even hear him enter the room.

He pulled you wordlessly against his chest, lying the two of you down. You twisted yourself in his grip till your ear rested against him, listening to the odd drum of what you assumed was a heart.

“Has David been troubling you all day?” He asked you when your sobs slowed and you caught your breath. You nodded. Alastor rubbed a soothing hand on your shoulder blade. You recognized the tone of grief in his voice as he spoke. “What a pesky boy, even all these years later.”

You wrapped your arms tightly around Alastor’s neck as tears began flowing again.

Though you would never tell him, you often hoped Charlie’s idea of redemption would work. Your husband himself would likely never follow that path; you knew he saw no point and enjoyed the power he held in Hell. But, you wished every day to see your son again. To see your little dove.

You had promised him.

[blue-jisungs]

hi can i ask how p1harmony would act if their partner run out of social battery in public settings? thank youu

when you run out of social battery ♡

# author's note … wow i haven’t written in this format for a while <\3

┆彡 KEEHO [ 기호 ]

you’re both chill and stubborn so good luck with that :p

you always try to act like you’re not tired but if keeho asks you, you tell him the truth

if its an event he really really really wanted to attend you’ll both stay until he’s done but you can be assured he’ll pamper you later <3

and during too!

“one more hour, okay? there’s still some people i wanted to talk to” he pouted slightly and you just nodded, sending him a lazy smile “i’ll grab you a drink, hm?”

you watched him have fun and that warmed your heart. he was all giddy and excited, you just didn’t have the gut to go home now.

once he was done and satisfied, he ordered an uber and wrapped an arm around you waiting for it to arrive. your eyes were half closed, nuzzling into him for assurance.

“i’m so proud, you know? thank you for holding on, i really appreciate it. love you” he hummed and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“anything for you. can you scratch my back when we go to sleep though?” you asked, raising your head up. keeho grinned with a nod.

“of course”

┆彡 INTAK [ 인탁 ]

he could be in the middle of a concert and see a glimpse of tiredness on your face and call it a day

he’s soooo chivalrous:( he’ll take the blame so you don’t feel guilty for going home earlier

(even if you protest)

intak bursted out laughing at a joke one of his friends cracked and with a corner of his eye he saw your bland reaction. it was a sign you’re out of your social battery; well, you started feeling exhausted earlier - you became non verbal a while ago and started fiddling with your purse.

one look it took for you two to communicate that you’re tired. you opened your lips to announce it but intak grabbed your hand under the table and let out a sudden, loud gasp that even startled you.

“ah, i forgot i have practice tomorrow. shit, we moved it and it totally slipped my mind… the joke about horse just reminded me… you know, keeho… well, whatever. we’ll keep going, im so so sorry!” he said normally, rubbing your skin and sending his friends an apologetic smile “let’s do this again soon, guys! i had so much fun! let me know when you get home, okay?”

they were not too happy about it but let you go, minutes later you two sitting in a cab.

“you’re crazy” you grunted and pressed a kiss onto his cheek. seeing you a bit more relaxed now was worth it.

“i was getting tired too, either way.”

┆彡 THEO [ 테오 ]

hes just so into whats happening that more often than not he kind of misses the stage when you run out of your battery :(

he feels really guilty when he does though so u can be sure the second he realizes you’re like,, half asleep, he’s taking you home

wont admit but lowkey ur sleepy state is far more worth observing than whatever he was doing at the social outing

“and then i won! literally snatched the ball from his hands and–” taeyang was explaining how he absolutely destroyed intak in a basketball game they had recently, when keeho nudged his arm.

“your partner is sleeping on seob. and he’s also asleep” the leader snickered and theo’s eyes widened as he scanned the place in search of you. eventually, he saw you and the youngest asleep on the couch. your head leaning on his shoulder, seob’s head resting on yours. a soft smile formed on taeyang’s lips.

“let’s get them home” he snickered and stood up. guilt washed over him that he didn’t notice earlier.

he gently woke you up, sleepy eyes meeting his. theo tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“hi, sleepyhead. sorry for not noticing earlier” he hummed and you just shook your head in protest.

“it’s okay, jongseob is a nice pillow” you snickered and your boyfriend just tsked.

“good thing we’re going home now. i’m a better pillow, actually” taeyang puffed his chest out dramatically and helped you stand up.

“not with that big head of yours, idiot–” the younger’s voice sounded quietly from below.

┆彡 JIUNG [ 지웅 ]

another gentleman 🥹

always puts you first, no matter the circumstances!!

does not care in the slightest what others will think,, like hello u wanna be home, so then be it!

you really tried to act like you’re not tired, you really did. but shota started showing you his island on his switch and you couldn’t help your eyes from closing a bit. you two ran off to hide your unwillingness to be here – since jiung really wanted to attend this party you just didn’t want to go home yet. since soul also felt a little sleepy and didn’t mind you not talking, you just watched his animal crossing shenanigans.

“here you two are” you heard a familiar voice and slowly looked up to see jiung. he sent you a soft smile and then noticed shota rubbing his eyes. “let’s go home, okay?”

“nooo you wanted to be here” you whined, a small pout on your lips. he shook his head and helped you stand up.

“i’ve had my fun. now it’s time for bed. both of you” he giggled and helped shota stand up too “i feel like a grumpy dad”

you scoffed and pecked his cheek, grabbing the younger boy’s switch before it slipped out of his hand. jiung sent you a warm smile and interlocked your hand with his.

┆彡 SHOTA [ 翔太 ]

he sooo gets the feeling of running out of social battery:(

when there are times when you run out of it sooner than him (which is rather the other way around) he’ll ,, well ..

go home without telling anyone (maybe except his mom (keeho))

“shota, i’m kinda tired” you mumbled into his ear, hanging on his shoulder tiredly. he scanned your face with wide eyes – and the hands that were anxiously fiddling with the hem of his hoodie. he nodded, taking your hands in his and interlocking your fingers with his reassuringly “but we don’t have to–”

“let’s go then” your boyfriend smiled softly and dragged you to the exit, sneaking behind the crowd. you played along, pretending to be walking on your tip toes. once out, fresh air made you wake up a little.

“won’t they be worried?” you asked quietly. shota hummed in thought.

“no, i told keeho. besides, we left together” he shrugged and swung your hands a little. the gesture was really precious “do you want to play minecraft when we get home? we don’t have to talk”

┆彡 JONGSEOB [ 종섭 ]

honestly he couldn’t care less what others will think

if his baby is out of social battery, he’s out of there

he’s just so rebellious ! (will get yelled at later)

seob noticed you drifting away a while ago but only when you poked his arm gently, he was sure. he leaned forward to hear you better.

“i kind of want to go home but… if you want to stay that’s fine too. i just won’t be too talkative, i’m really tried” you told him, scanning his reaction. he nodded and looked at you. tucking back a stray hair behind your ear with a mischievous look in his eye.

“let’s head home then. it’s pissing me off that i can’t kiss you here with all the people around” he teased with a playful smile (and it’s not like that he’s too shy to do it in public or whatever).

jongseob took your hand gently and you two sneaked outside, leaving without a word.

“i wonder when will they notice” you giggled, wrapping your hand around his arm.

“if they even will” jongseob snickered.

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Tomarry / harrymort handholding 🥰🥰

Harry crept along the corridor, his invisibility cloak back in his room with the map and his wand lighting the way. He’d stayed out too late again—this time practicing Quidditch maneuvers with Ginny—and now he was paying for it, dodging prefects and trying not to get caught on his way back to Gryffindor Tower.

He turned a corner and froze.

“Potter.”

The voice was unmistakable—smooth, commanding, and laced with just enough disdain to make Harry bristle. Tom Riddle, Head Boy, stood at the end of the hall, his dark robes immaculate and his prefect badge gleaming even in the dim light.

Harry groaned inwardly. “Riddle.”

Tom crossed his arms, his lips twitching upward in what could have been a smirk or a sneer. “Out after curfew, I see. Five points from Gryffindor.”

Harry scowled. “Of course you’d take points. Don’t you ever get tired of that?”

“Never,” Tom said smoothly, his tone light but his gaze sharp. “And since you’re so eager to break the rules, I’ll escort you to your tower myself. Can’t have you wandering about causing more trouble.”

“I can manage on my own,” Harry muttered, but Tom had already stepped forward, gesturing for him to follow.

Harry stomped along beside him, arms crossed and face set in a frown. Tom seemed content to walk in silence for a moment before he began, with almost forced politeness, “How was Quidditch practice?”

Harry shot him a glare. “Do you care, or are you just trying to make conversation?”

Tom chuckled softly. “Maybe both.”

Harry rolled his eyes, determined to ignore him. But a sudden creak echoed through the corridor, startling Harry enough that he jumped, his hand brushing against Tom’s in the process. His face heated, and he jerked back like he’d been burned.

Tom noticed, of course. He always noticed. His smile widened, and before Harry could fully retreat, Tom caught his hand in his.

“Relax, Potter,” Tom said, his tone amused. Harry tugged once, twice, but Tom held firm, his grip warm and steady. “You’re too tense. No wonder you’re jumpy.”

Harry grumbled under his breath but eventually stopped struggling, too annoyed to keep up the fight. Tom, unfazed, began to talk about the upcoming school events—the Yule Ball, the dueling club, the owl post fair—his voice calm and soothing.

Somewhere along the way, Harry forgot to be annoyed about the hand-holding, his focus drifting entirely to Tom’s words.

“And, of course,” Tom continued, “I’ll be representing Hogwarts—and Britain—in the International Dueling Tournament.”

Harry blinked, his attention snapping back to the present. “Wait, you’re representing us? That’s incredible.”

Tom’s smirk softened slightly, his gaze almost fond as he glanced at Harry. “You think so?”

“Well, yeah,” Harry said, the awe in his voice betraying his annoyance from earlier. “I mean, that’s a huge deal.”

Tom led him up another flight of stairs, their hands still clasped. Harry didn’t even notice this time.

As they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, Tom stopped, his grip on Harry’s hand tightening ever so slightly. “Now that we’ve held hands,” he began, his voice low and teasing, “can I ask you to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

Harry blinked, confused for half a second before his eyes flicked to their joined hands. He yanked his hand away, his face going red. “Wha—you—” He stammered for a moment before finally blurting out, “Fine. Yeah. Whatever.”

Tom’s smile turned triumphant.

The Fat Lady, who had been watching the exchange with undisguised interest, clapped her hands together. “Ah, young love,” she sighed dramatically.

Harry jumped, his embarrassment doubling as Tom chuckled beside him.

“Goodnight, Potter,” Tom said, his voice smooth and confident as he turned to leave.

Harry glared at his retreating back before muttering the password and stepping inside. But even as he climbed the stairs to his dorm, he couldn’t stop thinking about the way Tom had smiled at him.

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I hope it's not to bad 💕

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

The Morning After | Sebastian Sallow x OC #42

i stayed up way too late writing this last night

i didn't have this chapter pre-planned in the plot, but after reading comments on the last chapter, i think it only makes sense to include a bit more about what happened the morning after the ball :) i hope y'all enjoy heh (fr im so tired so i hope this is good)

Summary: Sebastian and Evangeline wake up together and share a few intimate revelations.

Words: ~7,100

Tags: Not-Quite-Dating, Will They Won't They, Fluff, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Longing, Unspoken Feelings, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Romance, Idiots in Love, Soft Moments, Mentions of Smut, Sebastian is a SIMP

Timeline: Late March

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Sebastian woke to warmth pressed against his side that sent a wave of disorientation through him. His eyelids felt heavy, the familiar dim glow of the Undercroft around him grounding him as he blinked awake. Then it hit him—the weight draped over his chest, the quiet, rhythmic sound of her breathing.

Evangeline.

She was still asleep, curled against him like she belonged there. The events of the night before came rushing back: the Equinox Ball, her radiant figure in that green dress, the way her laughter had lit up the room. And later, the kiss on his cheek, her whispered words about how she wouldn’t have wanted to go with anyone else. His chest tightened at the memory.

He exhaled quietly, careful not to disturb her. The last thing he wanted was to move and ruin this—this perfect moment where she was still here, still pressed against him, so close he could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her pajamas. His arm was draped over her waist, his hand resting precariously close to her ass. He realized he must have pulled her closer in his sleep, and now he couldn’t bring himself to let go.

She smelled faintly of her perfume, her hair spilling across the pillow and brushing his neck. Her long, dark lashes rested against her cheeks, her expression softer than he was used to seeing. No fire, no teasing smirk, just Evangeline as she was—beautiful and unguarded. His gaze lingered on her lips, slightly parted, and he swallowed hard, trying to look away.

But it was impossible not to notice everything about her. The camisole she wore had slipped slightly, the thin strap hanging loosely off her shoulder. Her skin looked so soft in the dim light, and his fingers itched to touch her, to see if her skin was as smooth as it looked.

It wasn't just her shoulder, though. Every part of her was impossibly soft, from the slight swell of her stomach that she always seemed intent on hiding, to the curve of her thighs, to the fullness of her chest pressed against his side. His mind wandered to the way her dress had clung to her last night, perfectly hugging every part of her she seemed so self-conscious about. She had spent the entire evening fidgeting with the fabric, tugging at it as though it wasn't doing exactly what it should: showing her off.

And Merlin, did she have to wear those pajamas? The camisole was thin and barely there, the shorts loose but short enough that they left very little to his imagination. Not that his imagination needed much help, especially not when she was lying so close.

His arm tightened just slightly around her waist, his hand brushing the curve of her hip, and he froze, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as desire surged through him, pooling between his legs.

She was everything he didn’t quite have and yet, she was all he'd ever wanted. Her softness drove him mad, the gentle dips and curves of her body that she tried so hard to downplay. Didn't she know how maddeningly beautiful she was? Didn't she know how good she looked, how good she would feel under his hands, under him?

The thought sent heat racing through him, and he cursed himself silently, trying to will it away. But it was impossible not to think about it. She was right here. He thought about how perfectly she fit against him, how easily she seemed to melt into his side, and he couldn't stop his mind from wandering—wondering how she would feel if he pinned her beneath him, if her hands tangled in his hair, if she arched up into him, her body yielding completely to his.

His stomach tightened painfully, and he let out a quiet, shaky breathe, reminding himself that she was his best friend; his Evangeline. The same Evangeline who trusted him enough to fall asleep beside him like this, her guard completely down.

But she wasn't just his best friend, was she? Not anymore. Not after what happened in the Prefect’s bathroom.

His chest tightened at the memory, heat flooding his veins as he recalled the moment she’d slid out of the steaming bath and onto the tile behind him. He'd imagined her skin flushed from the heat, her dark hair damp and sticking to her shoulders, and her hands—Merlin, her hands—had been in his hair. He’d been so acutely aware of every brush of her fingers, every shift of her body against his back, the soft press of her thighs against his shoulders.

He’d told himself it wasn’t anything—it was just two friends sharing a moment of comfort after a long day. But deep down... he’d known that it was something more. And so had she.

Then there was last night, where she’d looked like she belonged in another world entirely. That dress, that laugh, the way her eyes had lingered on him like he was the only one in the room. The way his heart had thundered when she'd leaned in close, the faint brush of her lips against his cheek setting every nerve in his body alight. And certainly not with the way she felt now, utterly irresistible in his arms.

He clenched his jaw, forcing his eyes shut. This was torture—sweet, exquisite torture.

And she had no idea, did she? No idea how deeply she’d undone him over the past two years, how every laugh, every touch, every look had burned into him.

But then she shifted slightly, her arm brushing his chest as she murmured something in her sleep. Sebastian’s stomach tightened, desire flaring low in his body. For Merlin’s sake, he needed to think about something else—anything else—or he was going to lose his mind.

Sebastian sighed and tried to shift his focus. He counted the faint, flickering light from the braziers in the Undercroft, let his eyes wander to the familiar stone walls, tried to think of anything other than how good she felt curled into him. But it was no use. Every breath she took, every soft sound she made, pulled his attention right back to her.

And Merlin help him, she moved again.

Just a small shift, her legs brushing his as she tucked herself closer, her nose burying slightly into his chest. He felt her hips press more firmly against him, and he stiffened, every nerve in his body screaming at him to stay still.

But then he heard it. A soft hum escaping her lips as she blinked her eyes open, her lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. She shifted her head, tilting her face up toward him, and when her gaze met his, the world seemed to stop.

"Sebastian?" Her voice was soft and groggy, her brows furrowing slightly as she took him in. "You're awake already?"

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to return her smile despite the heat still coursing through his veins. "Morning, sleepyhead," he murmured, his voice lower than he intended. "Sleep well?"

She nodded, her smile growing as she stretched slightly, her body pressing against his in ways that made him want to groan. She didn't seem to notice—or if she did, she didn't say anything. "I did. You make a decent pillow."

Sebastian huffed out a quiet laugh, though his mind was reeling. He tried to focus on her words, on anything other than the fact that her body was positioned so intimately against him, her scent enveloping him and driving him to distraction.

"You're staring," she said, her tone teasing but her cheeks flushing faintly.

"Can you blame me?" The words slipped out before Sebastian could stop them, and her eyes widened slightly. "I mean-" He cleared his throat, trying to backtrack. "You, uh, look different when you're not threatening to hex me."

Her laugh was quiet but genuine, and it sent a rush of warmth through him. "Different how?"

Sebastian hesitated, his mind scrambling for an answer that wouldn’t reveal the absolute mess of feelings currently overwhelming him.

“Just… relaxed, softer,” he said finally. His eyes flicked over her face, drinking in every detail. “Not that you don’t always look good—because you do. It’s just… different when you’re not smirking at me like you’re plotting my demise.”

Her cheeks darkened at the compliment, but she didn’t look away. Instead, her lips quirked into a faint smile, and she tilted her head. “That’s because I’m too tired to plot anything right now. Give me a few hours.”

He smirked, grateful for the teasing, but it did little to distract him from how she seemed to be studying him, her hazel eyes searching his face like she was trying to read his mind. He held his breath, unsure of what she might find, unsure if she could see the raw longing that he was barely keeping in check. Then, to his relief—and slight frustration—she dropped her gaze, her fingers idly playing with the edge of her camisole strap.

Sebastian’s eyes followed her fingers, his own fingers itching to follow. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull the strap back up, shielding the creamy skin of her shoulder and collarbone from his view, or if he wanted to give in to the darker temptation to pull it down further, to reveal the soft, tantalizing curves he’d only ever dared to imagine.

And oh, how he’d imagined.

It wasn’t just last night, though her dress had left so little to the imagination that his thoughts had been impossible to control. No, he’d spent years wondering, picturing what she might look like beneath her robes or a gown like that. Not that he’d ever dared to stare (at least, not so conspicuously), but he wasn’t blind. He couldn’t be around her without noticing how round her hips were, how squishable her ass looked, how generous her breasts were.

His gaze dipped lower, drawn almost against his will to the cleavage dipping into her camisole. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his heart hammering in his chest.

What would they feel like? His mind betrayed him with the question. What would her breasts feel like in his hands? They looked so soft, so full—how far would they spread out beyond his palms? Would her skin feel as warm and smooth as he imagined?

A sharp pulse of heat shot through him again, and he had to shift slightly, turning his hips away from her to hide the growing evidence of his reaction. He bit the inside of his cheek hard, trying to focus on something else. Grindylows... detention... bubotuber pus...

"Sebastian?" Her voice jolted him back to the present, and he blinked, his gaze snapping to her face. She was looking at him curiously, her head tilted slightly.

“Hm?” he managed, his voice hoarse.

“You’re being quiet,” she said, her brow arching slightly. “Usually, you’d be running your mouth by now.”

“Just tired,” he said quickly, forcing a lopsided grin. “You kept me awake all night, y’know.”

Her brow furrowed, and she gave him an incredulous look. “What?” she said, scoffing as she propped herself up slightly on one elbow. “How?! I don’t snore.”

“You’re right,” he said, his grin widening as he latched onto the distraction. “You don’t snore. But you do talk in your sleep.”

Her eyes widened. “I do not!” she protested, her voice indignant but laced with a hint of nervous laughter. “You’re making that up.”

“Oh, I wish I were,” Sebastian teased, his grin turning devilish as he leaned back slightly, enjoying the way she flustered so easily. “You were mumbling all sorts of things. Something about cauldrons… and maybe a Hippogriff? Honestly, it was hard to remember. You were rambling.”

She gasped, her mouth dropping open in outrage as she swatted at his chest. “Liar! I do not talk about cauldrons in my sleep.”

“And how exactly would you know?” he countered, his tone light and teasing. “Next time, I’ll have to take notes.”

Her laughter faded and she flopped back down beside him, her head resting on the pillow as she turned to face him again. Her hair spilled over her shoulder, and her expression softened, the teasing glint in her eyes replaced by something quieter, more contemplative.

“Do I really talk in my sleep?” she asked, her voice softer now, almost shy.

Sebastian hesitated for a beat, caught off guard by the shift in her tone. He could have kept teasing her, but something about the way she looked at him—her eyes wide and curious, her face just inches from his—made him want to be honest.

“Not last night,” he admitted finally. “You do sometimes, but I really don’t mind at all. It’s… you have a nice voice, even if you’re mumbling about cauldrons.”

Sebastian watched as her cheeks flushed deeper, the soft pink spreading all the way to her ears. She didn’t respond immediately, her gaze flickering downward as if she was too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

He thought she might let the conversation drop, but then, after a moment, she glanced up at him again, her expression almost shy.

“Did… any of the other girls you’ve spent the night with talk in their sleep?” she asked quietly.

The question caught him completely off guard. His chest tightened, and for a brief, panicked moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

Eventually, he let out a soft sigh, his voice lower when he finally spoke. “Honestly? I rarely stayed the night with anyone,” he told her, his brow furrowing slightly as he met her gaze. “It only happened a few times, and even then, I was usually so passed out I wouldn’t have noticed if they’d recited the entire potions textbook in their sleep.”

He tried for a small, self-deprecating smirk, but the truth of it weighed heavier than he’d expected. “And I didn’t… stick around in the mornings, either. I didn’t exactly care enough to.”

Evangeline didn’t respond immediately, and that silence was somehow worse than her saying something judgmental or dismissive. Instead, she just looked at him, her hazel eyes narrowed as though she was weighing his words. Her expression was unreadable, and it set his nerves on edge. What was she thinking? Was she disappointed? He hated not knowing.

“What about you?” he asked abruptly, his voice laced with a nervous edge he tried to mask. “Did Alaric or Lysander or… anyone else you might have been with have any silly sleeping habits? Snoring, kicking in their sleep…?”

The question slipped out before he could stop himself, and the moment the words were out, he regretted them. Just the thought of her being with someone else sent a sharp, bitter twist through his stomach, and he couldn’t quite mask the tension in his voice.

Evangeline blinked at him, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. Then her expression softened, and she tilted her head slightly, studying him. “Sebastian I… I’ve never spent the night with anyone else.”

He stared at her, trying to process what she’d just said, the implications swirling in his mind. No Alaric, no Lysander, no nameless faces to torment his imagination. No one else. No one had ever held her like this, seen her like this, woken up next to her like this. Just… him.

“Really?” he blurted.

Evangeline’s cheeks flushed a deeper pink, and she looked away, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the pillow. “Don’t let it go to your head or something.”

“I’m not,” he said quickly, though he knew he absolutely was. He just… hadn’t expected that. He didn’t know what he expected her to say, but it wasn’t that.

A rush of emotions swept through him—relief, pride, possessiveness. And, beneath it all, the overwhelming realization that she had chosen to share this with him. That she trusted him enough to admit it.

“I just—” He hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “I guess I just assumed…”

Evangeline swallowed hard, clearly flustered by the direction the conversation had taken. Her fingers twisted in the edge of the pillowcase, and she hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“I mean… when I was with Alaric,” she began, her words slow and deliberate, “I did… spend time at his flat in the evenings. And yes, we were… intimate. Not all the way of course.” She paused, her gaze flickering to him briefly before she looked away again, clearly uneasy. “But I never stayed over. Not once.”

Sebastian felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. He already knew—or at least, he’d always assumed—that she’d been with Alaric in that way. It wasn’t as though it was a secret, and it wasn’t like he had any right to feel hurt about it. He’d been snogging half the girls in school while she’d been with Alaric, for Merlin’s sake. He wasn’t exactly one to throw stones.

And yet, hearing her say it, hearing her admit it aloud, still hurt. It was a dull, aching kind of pain, low in his chest, a mix of jealousy and something else he couldn’t quite name. He forced himself to breathe, to push past the initial wave of emotion and focus on what she was actually saying.

Because she wasn’t saying it to hurt him. If anything, the way her voice wavered slightly, the way she avoided his gaze, made it clear that this wasn’t easy for her to admit. She wasn’t being petty or vindictive—she was just… being honest. And he had no right to fault her for that. Not when he’d been anything but perfect himself.

He nodded slowly, his throat tight. “And… what was it like?” The words slipped out before he could stop them, quiet but steady. His throat tightened as he realized what he’d said, but he didn’t backtrack. “With Alaric, I mean. When you were together.”

Evangeline froze, her eyes snapping up to meet his, wide and startled. Her flush deepened to a vivid red, and she blinked at him like she wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly.

Sebastian winced inwardly, but he couldn’t bring himself to take the question back. He knew it was a terrible idea to ask, knew he was setting himself up for pain—but the curiosity burned in his chest, sharp and insistent. He needed to know. He wasn’t sure why, exactly. Maybe because the idea of her with Alaric—kissing him, touching him, trusting him—had haunted him for so long. Or maybe because he just wanted to understand her better, to know the things she had shared with someone else, so he could imagine how he might make her feel if he ever got the chance.

Evangeline hesitated. She looked torn, as though she wanted to change the subject entirely but also felt compelled to answer. Finally, after a long pause, she exhaled softly, her gaze dropping to the space between them.

“Honestly… it was nice,” she admitted, her voice quiet but steady. “He was very respectful, very patient. And I’m glad for that, I guess. That my first experience was with someone I felt comfortable with at the time. I’ve heard enough horror stories from other girls to know it could’ve been much worse.”

Sebastian clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay silent, though every word sent another sharp twist through his chest. He hated how jealous he felt, hated the image of Alaric being the one to share that kind of intimacy with her, even though he knew he had no right to feel that way.

But then her expression changed, a flicker of something darker crossing her face. “It’s tainted now, of course,” she continued, her voice quieter. “After what he did to me—how he betrayed me. It makes it hard to look back on anything we shared without feeling… bitter.”

Sebastian’s chest tightened further, anger flaring briefly at the reminder of what Alaric had done, but before he could speak, she shook her head and pressed on.

“Even when we were courting, though,” she said, her blush deepening, “I started to realize that we weren’t exactly… compatible.”

That caught his attention. His curiosity burned even hotter now, the need to understand what she meant overriding the jealousy that still lingered in the back of his mind. “Not compatible?” he echoed, his voice low and careful. “What do you mean?”

Evangeline froze again, her blush spreading to her neck and ears. She looked utterly mortified, her lips parting as though she wanted to answer but couldn’t find the words.

“I-I mean…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… Alaric was very… nice. And that’s not a bad thing, but…” She trailed off, her eyes darting away from him as she bit her lip.

Sebastian’s pulse quickened. “But?”

Evangeline groaned softly, burying her face in her hands for a moment before peeking at him through her fingers; she looked thoroughly embarrassed. “Do you really need to know?” she asked, her voice muffled.

“Yes,” Sebastian said instantly, surprising even himself with the force of his answer.

She groaned again. After a long pause, she finally dropped her hands, though she still couldn’t quite meet his eyes. “Fine,” she muttered. “It’s just… Alaric was nice, but… too nice, you know? And I think I realized pretty quickly that I didn’t find him… dominant enough.”

The words hung in the air between them, and Sebastian felt like he’d been struck by lightning.

“Dominant enough,” he repeated, his voice rougher than he intended, his gaze locked on her. She nodded quickly, even as she avoided his eyes.

Sebastian's breath hitched, his throat tightening as her words sank in, reverberating through him like a shockwave. He hadn’t been expecting that—hadn’t even dared to hope for it—and yet, the revelation hit him square in the chest, leaving him reeling. He fought to keep his expression neutral, but the effort was futile. A wave of heat surged through him, sharp and all-consuming, making it impossible to ignore the visceral response her admission provoked.

Satisfaction swelled within him, dark and possessive, coiling tightly in his chest like a serpent. The thought that she needed more, that she needed someone who could take control, ignited something primal in him. She hadn’t found that with Alaric. No, Alaric had been too soft, too hesitant, too unwilling to step up and meet her where she needed to be.

But with him?

Sebastian clenched his jaw, his fists tightening against the mattress as the thought unfurled in his mind, unbidden and undeniable. With him, it would be different. He could give her what she craved. He could challenge her, match her fire with his own, and take her to places she’d never even dreamed of.

He couldn’t stop imagining it now—her, soft and pliant beneath him, her lips parted in surrender, her body arching into his as she gave herself over completely, as she submitted to him. He swallowed hard, fighting to keep his composure as his gaze flicked over her flushed face.

The idea of someone as fiercely independent and headstrong as Evangeline yielding to him, trusting him, letting him guide her… it made the heat pooling low in his stomach almost unbearable.

Realizing he’d been silent too long, Sebastian let out a soft chuckle, though the sound slightly strained. “Honestly,” he managed, “it sounds like Alaric just didn’t know what he was doing.”

Evangeline’s eyes narrowed, her lips twitching like she was trying not to smile. “Don’t be an ass,” she muttered, though there was no real bite in her words.

Sebastian smirked. “What? I’m just saying, if he couldn’t keep up with you, that’s his problem, not yours.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue, and the sight sent another wave of heat through him. He leaned back slightly, his smirk softening into something warmer, more genuine.

“Seriously, Evie,” he said after a moment, his voice quieter. “You deserve someone who gets you. Someone who can give you what you need.”

Evangeline paused, her blush spreading all the way to the tips of her ears as she seemed to consider his words. Her hazel eyes flicked toward him briefly, then darted away, but there was something playful in her expression, a glimmer of mischief that immediately set Sebastian on edge—in the best and worst way.

“Yeah,” she said finally, her voice still soft but tinged with something more teasing. “But… whoever it is would need to be able to handle a bit of a brat.”

Sebastian froze, his mind grinding to a halt as her words sank in.

She kept going, clearly not realizing the damage she was doing. “Just because I want to be dominated doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy for them. I’m not exactly the type to just… roll over and—”

The second the words were out of her mouth, her eyes went wide, and she clapped her hands over her mouth so fast it made a faint smack. “I—” she started to stammer through her fingers, her face blazing red. “I didn’t mean—! I wasn’t trying to—!”

Sebastian, meanwhile, could feel his soul leaving his body. He couldn’t stop the loud, disbelieving laugh that escaped him as he flipped back onto the mattress, his arm draped over his face as he tried to process what she’d just said.

It was as though the world had shifted on its axis, and he wasn’t sure he could handle it. His mind conjured images he had no business imagining—images of Evangeline challenging him, teasing him, deliberately pushing his buttons until he put her in her place. Images of her giving in, her body completely open beneath him, all the fight melting away as she finally surrendered.

“Holy fuck, Evie,” he groaned, his voice rough and strained.

Evangeline peeked at him through her fingers, her blush now so deep it had spread to her neck and ears. “I didn’t mean to say that!” she said quickly, her voice high-pitched and defensive. “It just slipped out!”

“Well, you can’t exactly put it back!” Sebastian exclaimed, his voice muffled by the crook of his arm. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at her, afraid that if he did, he might actually combust. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to die right here, right now.”

Evangeline let out a mortified laugh, though it sounded more like a strangled squeak. “You’re not going to die,” she muttered, “You’re being dramatic.”

Sebastian finally moved his arm, glancing at her with wide, incredulous eyes. “I’m being dramatic?” he repeated, his voice incredulous. “You just admitted that you’re a brat who wants to be dominated in bed, and I’m being dramatic?”

She groaned, burying her face in her hands again, but this time, there was a hint of laughter in the sound. “Sebastian, stop,” she pleaded, her voice muffled.

Sebastian let out a shaky breath, dragging both hands through his hair like it might somehow clear the absolute onslaught of images flooding his mind. “I can’t stop, Evie,” he said finally, his voice low and strained, almost like a growl. “How am I supposed to stop when you just casually say something so—you can’t just… say things like that and expect me to carry on like a normal person.”

Evangeline peeked out from behind her fingers again, her cheeks blazing but her eyes glinting with something like nervous amusement. “I said it by accident, it’s not like-“ She cut herself off, groaning again as she buried her face in her hands. “Oh my God, I hate you.”

Sebastian’s lips twitched, and despite the chaos in his head—and the heat pooling low in his stomach—he couldn’t help the smirk that curved his mouth. “You don’t hate me,” he said smoothly, leaning back against the headboard and crossing his arms, his tone almost teasing. “You’re just embarrassed because now I know your deepest, darkest secret.”

She shot him a glare from between her fingers, her voice sharp despite her clear mortification. “It’s not my deepest, darkest secret.”

“Oh?” Sebastian arched an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he tilted his head, feigning casual curiosity. “So there’s more?”

Her eyes widened, and she immediately turned away, smacking him with a pillow as she let out a strangled laugh. “Sebastian, I swear to Merlin, if you don’t shut up—”

“You’ll what?” he challenged, grabbing the pillow mid-swing and tossing it aside. He leaned closer, his grin equal parts playful and wicked as he watched her squirm. “Come on, Evie. You know you can’t threaten me now. Not when I’ve just learned the most important piece of information about you.”

She rolled her eyes, groaning as she flopped back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. “This is the worst day of my life,” she muttered, though the laughter in her voice betrayed her.

Sebastian laughed, the sound low and warm as he lay back beside her, his head turned just enough to watch her face. For all her embarrassment, there was something endearing about the way she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt and avoided his gaze. She looked… vulnerable, in a way he rarely saw, and it sent a pang through his chest that had nothing to do with lust.

“Hey,” he said softly after a moment, his voice losing its teasing edge. When she glanced at him, her brows furrowed slightly, he smiled—small and genuine. “For what it’s worth… I don’t think it’s embarrassing. I think it’s… it’s a good thing. That you know what you want.”

Evangeline hesitated before she gave him a small, almost shy smile, her voice soft. “Thanks."

But then something shifted in her expression—a spark of mischief, a glimmer of payback. Sebastian’s instincts flared, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing trouble brewing.

“You know,” she began, her voice deceptively sweet, “since you’re clearly so… experienced, with all your late-night escapades…” She trailed off, her eyes glinting with amusement as she watched his smirk falter slightly.

“Evie…” he warned, but she was already leaning in, her confidence growing as she continued.

“It’s only fair you share with the class,” she said innocently, tilting her head in mock curiosity. “I mean, you clearly know what you want, right?"

Sebastian’s brain stalled, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to come up with a response. “That’s… not—”

“Come on, Sebastian,” she teased, her tone practically dripping with mockery. “Surely you’ve figured it out by now. What’s your preference?”

His face heated, and he shot her a glare, but the way she was looking at him—equal parts smug and curious—only made it worse.

“Oh, don’t be shy,” she pressed, clearly enjoying herself. “You were the one prying into my preferences not two minutes ago. I think it’s only fair."

Sebastian groaned, flopping back against the headboard and covering his face with his hands. “I can’t believe this is happening."

Evangeline just grinned wider, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. “So? What is it, Sebastian? What do you want?”

What do I want? The answer burned in his chest, too raw, too real to say out loud. Evie, I want you. The thought hit him like a hammer every time he looked at her, every time she laughed, every time she pushed him in ways no one else ever dared to. He wanted her. All of her—her sharp wit, her fierce independence, her vulnerability when she let her guard down. And now, knowing what she needed, what she craved… it made the wanting unbearable.

But he couldn’t tell her that. Not now. Not like this.

Sebastian let his hands drop, his gaze locking onto hers as he leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low, teasing drawl. “What I want,” he began, his eyes glinting with something that made her smile falter slightly, “is for you to stop asking me such personal questions.”

Her jaw dropped, and she let out an indignant laugh, smacking his arm with the pillow. “You’re such an ass."

Sebastian chuckled, leaning back and raising his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, you asked for it,” he said, his grin returning. “Besides, do you really think I’m going to spill all my secrets just because you’re curious?”

"Yes," she replied without hesitation, her grin widening as she tilted her head at him, feigning an innocent expression that didn’t fool him for a second.

Sebastian held her gaze, his heart pounding as he considered his next words. He couldn’t tell her everything—not yet—but he could give her something. Just enough to satisfy her curiosity without giving himself away completely.

“Fine, fine. I want... someone who challenges me, who doesn’t just let me win for the sake of it. Someone who can keep up with me,” he said finally. “But someone who knows when to let me lead. Someone who trusts me enough to give me that.” He leaned forward slightly, his tone dropping lower. "It shouldn't surprise you Evie that I like to... be in control."

Evangeline blinked, her cheeks darkening again as his words sank in. She looked flustered, and it sent a surge of satisfaction through him. “That’s…” she started, but her voice trailed off, and she looked away, biting her lip.

“That’s what?” Sebastian pressed, his grin softening but his gaze intent.

Sebastian’s gaze stayed locked on her as she fidgeted. She was quiet now, her sharp wit momentarily dulled, and he could practically see the gears turning in her head. He watched her carefully, the way her fingers twisted in the hem of her shirt, the way her teeth sank into her bottom lip. She wasn’t just flustered—she was thinking.

And he knew exactly what was going through her mind, because it was the same thing that had hit him like a thunderclap just a moment ago: they were a perfect match.

The realization was written all over her face, even if she wouldn’t say it out loud. She’d always been so fiercely independent, so determined to handle everything on her own, but now, after their conversation, after everything that had been said and left unsaid, he could see her piecing it together. The way he balanced her, the way she challenged him. The way they fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle that had always been meant to slot into place.

And Sebastian knew. He knew she was thinking it because things between them had long since crossed the line of friendship. They’d been toeing that line for weeks—carefully, cautiously, as though afraid to look too closely at what lay on the other side. And yet, here they were, waking up side by side, after everything that had happened last night.

Now, as the dim light of the Undercroft cast soft shadows over her face, her crimson blush betrayed her thoughts, painting across her cheeks and down her neck. Her lips pressed together in that familiar way, a telltale sign she was holding back, her mind clearly whirring as she tried to contain whatever had risen to the surface. But Sebastian could see it—could feel it, in the charged air between them.

She knew. Just as well as he did. Things weren’t just friends anymore.

But he couldn’t say it either. He couldn’t speak it into existence, couldn’t give voice to the raw, overwhelming truth that had settled in his chest like a heavy weight. Couldn't name this thing between them and risk breaking it. Because that meant risking her. And that was something Sebastian couldn't bear.

For over two years, she had been his constant—his anchor in the storm of his own reckless choices and the darkness that had threatened to swallow him whole. When everything else had crumbled around him, she had stood by his side. She had been his light in the darkness, his reason to keep fighting even when he felt like giving up.

And because of that, he’d convinced himself that she could never want more from him than what they already had. How could she? She deserved better. Better than someone who had made so many mistakes, who carried so much guilt and regret, who still struggled to forgive himself for the things he’d done. Someone who didn’t have so much darkness lingering just beneath the surface.

But then, she sighed softly, the sound pulling his attention back to her like a magnet. Her hands rested in her lap now and her expression had softened. She wasn’t teasing anymore, wasn’t trying to hide behind sarcasm or banter. She looked… vulnerable. Open. And it made his heart ache all the more.

“What are you thinking about?�� she asked quietly.

Sebastian hesitated, his throat tight. He wanted to tell her. Wanted to say everything that was clawing at his chest, threatening to spill over. But instead, he forced a small, crooked smile and shrugged. “Nothing,” he said lightly.

Evangeline’s brows furrowed slightly, her hazel eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Liar,” she said softly, her voice laced with both teasing and concern. “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?” Sebastian asked, feigning innocence as he leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest.

She tilted her head, studying him intently. “The one where you’re overthinking something and trying really hard not to say it,” she replied matter-of-factly. “And you’re terrible at hiding it, by the way.”

Sebastian chuckled, though it sounded hollow even to his own ears. “Am I?” he said, trying to deflect, “Maybe I just have a lot on my mind. You’re exhausting, you know.”

Evangeline didn’t laugh this time. Instead, she leaned forward slightly, her expression softening as she reached out, her hand brushing lightly against his arm. “Sebastian,” she said quietly, her voice gentle but firm. “You can tell me. Whatever it is.”

His breath caught, and for a moment, he couldn’t look at her. “I know."

He reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers as her intertwined them. She startled slightly, her eyes snapping to his, but she didn’t pull away. Her fingers stilled, and for a moment, the air between them was charged with something heavy, something unspoken but undeniable.

Sebastian swallowed hard, his voice soft when he finally spoke. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?”

Evangeline blinked, her lips parting slightly as she stared at him. She looked like she wanted to say something, but whatever it was, she held it back. Instead, she gave him a small, almost hesitant nod. “I know,” she said quietly.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice rougher than he intended. “Just… don’t forget it.”

For a moment, they simply sat there, the silence between them heavy but not uncomfortable. Her hand was still in his, her fingers warm and steady.

He forced a small smile and leaned back against the headboard, his thumb brushing idly over the back of her hand. “You know,” he said lightly, trying to inject some levity into his tone, “for someone who claims this is the worst day of their life, you’re awfully content to sit here holding my hand.”

"More than content." She said softly, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at her lips as her fingers shifted slightly in his grip,

Sebastian’s heart stumbled in his chest, the words hitting him harder than they should have. She wasn’t teasing, wasn’t trying to hide behind her usual sharp humor. She was just… honest. Simple and raw in a way that felt so much more intimate than anything else she could have said. It was devastating.

The quiet between them stretched out again, but this time it was warm, comfortable. Sebastian let his gaze wander, studying the curve of her profile, the way her lips parted ever so slightly as she exhaled. There were so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to tell her, but the words caught in his throat, heavy and unyielding.

What was between them now—it was fragile, delicate, like a string pulled taut, vibrating with unspoken truth. If he spoke, if he gave voice to everything he felt, everything he wanted… what if it snapped? What if he ruined the one thing that had kept him steady all this time?

He’d always been reckless, impulsive, diving headfirst into things without thinking about the consequences. But this—her—he couldn’t risk it.

So he convinced himself—tried to convince himself—that this, whatever this unspoken thing was between them, was enough.

It had to be enough.

Because even if he couldn’t have all of her—even if he couldn’t claim her in the way his heart ached to—he still had this. Her hand in his. Her laughter filling the silence. Her warmth beside him as the rest of the world faded away.

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[oreo-creampie]

I woke up horny thinking about how jjk men will react when they come home from work and you surprise them with your new lingerie set, the lingerie is very slutty (color is your choice) ahh I just know geto would be very sweet about it and praise you sm 😫

I love your writing style and I enjoy reading it hope you have a good or night🫶🏼🤍

Oooo that sounds like a yummy dream or thought to wake up too! 🥵🥵. Aw thank you, im happy you have enjoyed the few fics u have out and that you love my writing style 🥹🥹🥹. Sorry but due to requests being closed because my event I did this a little different. Feel free to ask this again when requests are opens!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: thigh riding, somnophilia, getting fucked in lingerie, semi public sex,

I can imagine satoru, would come home late af, 3-4am. Sends you nudes of different qualities He would get something sent to you for you to wear. Lowkey likes it when you fall asleep in your lingerie. He loves waking you up! Doesn’t care when you wake up so he will talk softly, kissing up on you, squeezing. Man is very handsy, tired but wanting to feel you and unwind after a day.

choso gets so blushy, wants to ask but would rarely do so. When he does he hints at it by leaving it out for you to change into after a shower. Will kiss you up and down, feel you up and cuddle for a while. He loves seeing you in lingerie and is in no rush.

Chances are toji fucked you in the lingerie bathroom. He paid for the lingerie and you got the matching thong for him. Puts it on for a moment then poses when he sees you eyeing up his junk. Which the large fabric is cradling his balls and cock. You slap his cheeks when he turns around letting you see his thick cheeks with that thin strip of frantic. You can feel his hands on your cheeks an about after he finishes.

after a long day of work shiu likes a cup of liquor which goes best with a cigarette and you in crotchless lingerie making a mess on his thigh. He loves picking them out, along with the perfume and occasional heels. Shiu loves fucking your sensitive cunt with your lingerie hugging your body and your heels digging into his back.

suguru would be so sweet, wanting to take so many pictures and piling on the compliments. Will occasionally ask you to wear a favorite or a new set he got. But he loves seeing what you pick out. Another who takes his time admiring you. Might fuck you in it, occasionally gets overzealous and rips it. He will replace it if he does.

more thirsty thoughts?

[anotherfcknschlattsimp]

baby brother!Charlie getting wood late at night and coming to wake you up for help because hes just so horny for you its pathetic and he doesnt know what else to do with himself

oh how i love you brother!Charlie

im french kissing your brain pookie <3

hey, ignore that it's mid-november, here's a halloween post

genderfucked reader, im indecisive

cw: somno, incest (WAHOO), dubcon but everyone's fine with everything, of course one of my first works back is part of the sibcon charlie au (as far as i know, created by @moistcl1tikal-ao3 )

he couldnt stop looking at you all night, your cute little whore-for-halloween costume hugging you just perfectly. but he had to save those thoughts and memories for later!

except later did not happen, he crashed as soon as he laid down on his bed after the parties and events you dragged him to so you could show off your cute, nerdy lil bro

so, naturally, he woke up about 2 hours later with the hardest boner of his life the month. all because he kept dreaming of getting to touch you under your booty shorts

poor boy was still too tired to wanna deal with it though! so he tried to go back to sleep, deal with it in the morning, but he couldnt get comfy or stop thinking about your head between his legs

plan a failed, time for plan b: choke the chicken

he tried so hard, looked up all his favorite pornos, his favorite pictures of you, a pair of stolen panties, he pulled out all the stops :/ and it just made him ache and throb more for you

so final plan, the riskiest plan, wake you up and beg on his goddamn knees that you aren't too grumpy

he knew you werent the nicest person ever when you got woken up, especially when somewhat hungover, so he tread with caution

even got a towel, pillow, snack, and bottle of water for you :(

busts out every petname in the book when he tries to shake you awake

"sissy.. sis? brother?? dearest sibling??? bubba???? 🤨 you alive motherfucker???" the shaking picked up speed and intensity, no longer worried about you being mad, just half convinced you passed away in your sleep

"geddafuqouddaherecharlee" you mutter, smacking him away but still rolling over for him to join you, thinking he had a nightmare or something

charlie slid into bed behind you, careful to not make any sudden moves, worried he'd say or do the wrong thing and ruin his chances of getting some tonight

he talked to you sweetly, gently, with purpose, he was making amazing points

"i dunno if i'm allowed to ask or if only you get to initiate but i'll do all your chores for a month if you help me out here..."

he waited

nothing happened

you were out COLD

so time for his impromptu new final plan: beg for forgiveness not permission. he tries to rationalize it! you've never rejected his advances before, you're insatiable, this is probably something your into! maybe just being in your bed and surrounded by the smell of you can help him get there

so he stole some lube from your bedside table

it was so absurdly cold that he of course made a very manly sound (screamed like a mouse would) and jumped a bit, enough to wake you up again

so you turn to charlie, terrified because what the fuck was your little brother possibly experiencing to shatter everyone's eardrums at 2:33am

and you catch him, cock in one hand, other hand covering his mouth to avoid making more noise, but you already caught him slick-handed. and if you weren't so exhausted you would absolutely jump his bones in an instant, but the hangover was already kicking in so while seeing your younger brother trying to jerk off to you in your own bed would usually light a bonfire in your gut, this was more like a backyard fire pit sized one

so, being the amazing older sibling you are, you chuckle and coo at him, inching your hand towards the one on his cock

"awww my poor baby brother cant get off without me?" you fake a pout as your hand finds its way to cupping his balls, massaging gently

"pleasepleaseplease, need you so bad, needed you-needed you all night" he begs and involuntarily bucks his hips into your hand, eyes glued shut and hands fisted in your sheets, overcome with pleasure

he doesn't see or i guess hear or feel you shifting to be closer to his dick, or he just doesn't acknowledge it

but he sure notices when you grab the base and flick your tongue over the tip

"you're too cute" is the last thing he hears before being overrun by pure ecstasy as he finally cums when you take him fully down your throat, thank yous pouring out of his pink, bitten lips

his hands fly to hold your head in place, you let him until you start gagging

he lets go and starts profusely apologizing and thanking you

"you can make it up to me if you want.." you say seductively as you lay on your back and spread your knees just enough to get the point across

@th3-circus @xoxoave @jschladderall @manticore-fangs

im not dead which is shocking to everyone im pretty sure.. anyway here ya go <3

[legendary-69420]

☆o( Charles Leclerc and the Brozone: F1's Most Unexpected Turn of Events )o☆

Genre: Humor, Friendship, Lighthearted F1 Fanfic Warnings: none

a/n : This is part 4 of the series (You can also read it without reading any previous part). This is not the part of my story racing hearts but is another AU for my character. Hope you enjoy it. _________________________________________________

🏎️ Group Chat Name: "Just Friends with Intertwined Hands" 🏎️

[3:15 PM]

Lando: Y'ALL TELL ME WHY RICO LEVIAN IS ALL OVER MARK RIGHT NOW. Yuki: YOU’RE LYING. Max: Rico Levian? As in "international supermodel, heartthrob, fashion's golden child" Rico Levian? Carlos: Yup. Saw it with my own two eyes. He’s practically glued to Mark’s side. Oscar: Bro looks like he’s about to propose. He’s so obvious with it. Lando: NOT THE RIZZ GOD HIMSELF RICO LEVIAN FALLING FOR MARK. Yuki: Mark's just standing there, clueless, probably talking about F2. Max: This man turned THE Rico Levian into a lovesick fool. We lost, boys. Carlos: It’s over for us. He’s too powerful. Oscar: At this point, just give Mark the "Unintentional Heartbreaker" award. Yuki: The power this man holds is actually terrifying. Charles: He’s not that special. Lando: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Max: I FELT THAT BITTERNESS THROUGH MY SCREEN. Carlos: Bro typed that with his teeth clenched and his fists balled. Yuki: You okay, Charles? You sound a little… jealous. Charles: I'm not jealous. I'm just saying Rico's not all that. Max: He’s literally been on every single Vogue cover this year. Lando: He's literally the face of Versace’s new fragrance. Oscar: Bro’s face could sell air. Carlos: He’s not just "all that." He’s THE whole package. Charles: …okay but he’s not Mark’s type. Yuki: AND WHAT EXACTLY IS MARK’S TYPE, CHARLES??? Lando: ”He’s not Mark’s type.” Bro just indirectly said "I am." Max: I definitely heard him say "I am." across the room 😂😂😂 Oscar: BUSTED. Yuki: PACK IT UP, WE GOT HIM, BOYS.

[3:45 PM]

Lando: OKAY BUT RICO IS STILL AT IT. Max: WHAT NOW?? Carlos: This man is FOLLOWING Mark like a lost puppy. Oscar: He’s literally pretending to laugh at every joke Mark makes. Yuki: "Hahaha, you’re so funny, Mark 😍" type energy. Lando: IM LOSING IT. Mark’s like, “Yeah, so I adjusted my brake balance,” and Rico is like, "Omg, STOP, you’re hilarious." 😭😭😭 Oscar: The delusion is so strong. Charles: He’s so desperate it’s embarrassing. Max: Look at Charles calling someone ELSE desperate. Yuki: "Embarrassing" says the guy who GAVE MARK HIS HOODIE UNPROVOKED. Carlos: Says the guy who CUDDLES MARK at every opportunity. Lando: Says the guy who once told Mark, "I’m not your bro." Oscar: Not even bros, just soulmates in denial.

[4:00 PM]

Max: OH MY GOD, HE DID IT. Yuki: DID WHAT??? Oscar: WHAT HAPPENED?? Lando: RICO ASKED FOR MARK’S NUMBER. Carlos: I JUST SAW IT TOO. Rico did the lean in, casual smirk, "So can I get your number?" move. Yuki: NOT THE PLAYBOY PLAYBOOK MOVE. Max: Please tell me Mark rejected him in style. Oscar: Bro, he did it so casually I had to rewind my brain. Carlos: HE SAID, "Sorry, I don’t date models." AND WALKED OFF. Yuki: OH MY GOD. Max: OH MY GOD. Lando: OH MY GOD. Oscar: RIP RICO. GONE AND FORGOTTEN. Carlos: "You will not be missed." Max: Everyone, F in the chat for Rico. Yuki: NO, WE AREN'T PRESSING F. THIS IS A CELEBRATION. Oscar: BURY HIM UNDER THE TRACK. Max: LMAO, CHARLES IS SMILING SO HARD RN.

[6:00 PM]

Oscar: GUYS, MARK'S SICK. Lando: 😟😟😟 WHAT HAPPENED? Yuki: NOT THE GOLDEN BOY. Carlos: I saw him earlier, man was walking into walls like a Sims character. Max: Not a Sims character 😭 Oscar: He looked so tired, like he forgot how to human. Lando: GET THE F1 AMBULANCE READY. Charles: I’M ON MY WAY. Yuki: FIRST. ONE. TO. RESPOND. Carlos: "I’m not jealous" but somehow he’s already on his way. Max: He’s about to bust down Mark’s door like the FBI. Lewis: The way Charles is already in his car. Lando: Fastest pit stop in Ferrari history.

[6:20 PM]

Charles: He’s fine. Just a cold. Carlos: Bro, you sound like you just did a full health checkup. Lando: Did you use a stethoscope, doctor? Max: Is Mark drinking soup… that YOU MADE? Yuki: THIS IS A LOVE STORY, ACTUALLY. Oscar: How many pillows did you fluff, Dr. Leclerc? Charles: LEAVE ME ALONE. Max: Nah, we just got here. Carlos: I'm on my way to bring him snacks. Yuki: Me too, I’m bringing him tea. Lando: I got soup, someone get medicine. Oscar: I'm calling in sick tomorrow just to check in on Mark. Max: Y’ALL, THIS ISN’T A FUNERAL. Yuki: IT’S A VIGIL.

[7:00 PM]

Mark: Why are all of you here??? Yuki: We heard you were sick, sweetie. Carlos: And we’re taking care of you, honey. Oscar: Look at you, so frail and tiny. Mark: I’M LITERALLY BIGGER THAN ALL OF YOU. Max: Not right now, little guy. Charles: Eat the soup, Mark. Mark: You didn’t even make it. Charles: Eat it anyway. Mark: Y’all are ridiculous. I’m just a little sick. Lando: Bro, you were walking into walls.

[8:00 PM]

Mark: Thanks, Charles. Charles: No problem. Mark: Thanks, bro. Charles: …What did you just call me? Mark: …Bro? Charles: I’M NOT YOUR BRO. Lando: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Carlos: THE “BROZONE” IS REAL. Max: "Bro got brozoned." 😭😭😭 Yuki: You hate to see it. Oscar: This one will haunt him for life. Lewis: Charles’ villain origin story just dropped. Charles: I’M NOT YOUR BRO, MARK. Mark: Alright, bro. Charles: I’M LEAVING. 🏎️ Group Chat Name Changed to: "Bro got brozoned" 🏎️ Max: This chat is historical archives now. Lando: This is the only piece of history I care about. Carlos: Mark just achieved what no one else could. Yuki: He turned Charles Leclerc into a "bro." Oscar: He will never recover. Charles: DELETE THIS CHAT. Lando: NO. Max: NEVER. Yuki: YOU CAN’T DELETE HISTORY. Carlos: We are eternal.

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(If you want to know more about Mark...you can read it here in my story Racing hearts)

[blueberry-pride]

Referring to this~

OMG! I read the Q&A but IS IT TRUE? Im so excited 😳👉👈 Ummmm may i req then? Not for the event, but just a general req 😌 A scenario/hcs of Leona with fem!s/o where s/o needs comfort & gets spoiled cz she's having burnout due to all of the incidents on NRC~ I hope this is not too much, if u want to change the plot it's ok, thank u & have a nice day 😳✨

I See Right Through You...

Leona x FEM! S/O

warnings: leaning on to very angsty, cursing, personal issues

Berry: I'M FINALLY BACK AA-💀 just wrapped up some things and you should have some of the requests from the events roll around within the month or so 😣 I changed a bit of it but the overall theme is the same just something that hits a little too close to home ;=; Special Thanks to my lovely friends Len and Luna who helped me out with this one ❤️❤️

"This isn't me wanting some semblance of pity, You can keep it for all I care- I'm so goddamn tired but did I ever ask to be in Twisted Wonderland? Oh don't get me started..." "Did I ask to be Crowley's clean up crew? Did I ask to be in the middle of every. fucking. issue?"

"Sometimes I'd like to be the damsel-but sevens forbid the woman wanting to be saved from all the stupid stress of this world."

"Well I'm so sorry for complaining over a job I didn't ask for but hey- we're in a magical school full fun and dreams, cuz that's sure to make up for ALL the unnecessary emotional and physical labor!" Your voice cracked as you forced a cheery smile.

Leona wasn't expecting you to snap at him when he wanted to mess with you for just a little bit. He had observed you from afar for quite some time now. And most importantly, he wasn't a stranger to people putting up a face for other's sake.

His emerald gaze would glint over your figure as he studies the creases in your eyes from all the work you've been doing. He'd always wondered how much you could take, often times giving you snarky or witty advices in hopes to get you out of your doormat cycle.

He admitted what the Head-mage was doing is a bit too far. He was kinda impressed on how you pushed on with that fiery and stubborn heart of yours.

A sadistic part of him wanted to see when you'll break

He wanted to see you bite back

He anticipated it even more when multiple students come to you for help increased by the day;

You nodded along as Ace and Deuce were once again asking help in doing their chores back at Heartslabyul, you laughed it off as one of their usual antics.

You happily agreed when Kalim invited you to one of his many celebrations despite just finished with your cleanup at Ramshackle, your smile didn't reach you. Those glassy eyes of yours, shifting downwards to hide the reluctance.

It was an asshole move of him in all honesty.

Not lending out a helping a hand but he knew you were capable. For fuck's sake you got him AND his dorm to help you out during Azul's little "tantrum".

He wanted you to overcome this on your own. However, he had an oversight on how much you can take on the world alongside his bullshit attempt of support.

Leona had happened to pass by a class with the door wide open, his lions ears perked at the ongoing conversation.

"Phyn, you're in our group." One student spoke up. "Oh hell yeah, thanks dude!" Another cheered, followed by the sound of a high-five.

"-And I guess that's everyone.. Oh (Y/N)..hmm I guess you and Grim would be a duo, every other's group is already filled up." "Uh.." You chuckled with a loppy smile. "No worries, at least I get to stay in my dorm this time." The class chuckled at your comment and nodded along. As the groups filed out chatting amongst each other, he took lighter steps walking closely behind you.

It wasn't until you reached the entrance of Ramshackle is when you finally noticed him. Which led to the situation right now. "Why the long face herbivore, where's the can-do attitude I know and adore~?"

Your hands balled into fists, shaking as tears were running down your eyes.

"This isn't me wanting some semblance of pity, You can keep it for all I care- I'm so goddamn tired but did I ever ask to be in Twisted Wonderland? Oh don't get me started..." "Did I ask to be Crowley's clean up crew? Did I ask to be in the middle of every. fucking. issue?"

'Shit...' He said mentally.

"Let's...do this inside. We don't want anyone gawking at ya like this." He laid a hand behind your back inside and joined you not before he scanned the area for any curious on-lookers.

He leaned against the side of the wall of the living room, listening to your continued rant. Throwing hands and even had the strength to throw away the innocent coffee table in the middle, Its legs breaking into splinters as soon as it hit impact onto the cold hard floor. "-WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME WHO HAS TO FIX THINGS?" You exclaimed towards the pillow you threw towards the ground.

"Helping fix things is nice and all.." You sniffled. "But is it really so wrong to want that shit in return?"

He knew it was bad but he wanted to see how far you're flames would burn him. He wanted it to hurt-what you've been going through, he knows he can take it.

"You're ranting to the wrong person, go off on Crowley, yell at your classmates for ignoring ya. Tell that red-head and blue-haired friend of yours to fuck off and do their own stupid chores." "Be fucking selfish for once herbivore, Treat yourself to a nice nap-"

"-Oh what? like you? I'm not you Leona." You retorted back. "For fuck sakes you were born here-you were supposed to exist in this plane of existence while I got chucked out of mine." "You say I exist here but I'm one of the least wanted given my 'cheery' attitude. At the very least I know when to stand my guard." You huffed as you sat on the couch, tears still spilling from your eyes. "Is this your way of helping me? because I could clearly feel the love right now..." Leona let out a dry chuckle as he walked over to you. His imposing figure casts a shadow over you but as you gaze at his eyes, there was a lingering feeling of warmth. "Dont be like me." He shook his head. "Sevens, I hope you don't end up like me, but what I'm trying to say is..." His voiced trailed as he looked at your shaking form.

A memory sliced through him for a second. For a brief moment he saw his little self all those years ago in the visage of you. "In a campus full of these jackasses in NRC-including myself sometimes, I... I see right through you." He awkwardly patted your back. "I know it sucks but don't do that shit to yourself where you thought 'hey, I know who to look for if I'm in a room full of folks I adore, but who would look for me?'" Leona had a distant look as he stared at the broken table in the middle of the dorm. "Look for yourself first, look for that little corner of your room to be selfish with what you want to do. Worry about the details later." You cleared your throat as you steal a soft glance at him "You may not be the best and most unlikely to look for advice." The air seemed to change as the both of you share a soft laugh. "But you get right to the point...even though you could've done something much earlier." "What's the fun in that?" He raised an eyebrow. "Besides, You don't need a king's help in chess, a queen...has all the moves she needs."

Leona was surprised to hear your melodic laughter, belting out through your still falling tears at his small comment. "Oh my God Leona you did not just-" You wiped a tear as you smiled at him. He felt a flutter in his chest from the way you're looking at him now. "Well you did just say, I'm not the best." He smirked.

The tense feeling in his shoulder now dissipated as he settled himself on the couch strangely close to you, a tiny voice inside him wondered why. Seeing you smile even though you just murdered the poor coffee table not too long ago is a sign to him he did his job.

It's certainly weird but it's you. People may not look for you or choose you in a room full other characters from their lives, but you can trust that there's always a lion beastman just out in hallway, willing to stand with you through it all.

[surgeonssturgeon]

OC PLAYLIST I AM BORED

Martina Afonso , 38, Communist Dictator, colonizer of Spain ☭

I am bored, as stated above. So hello the one person of 8 Billion on earth and 191.1 Million active on Tumblr.com actually reading this. You are most likely my sibling, hi.

this is based off songs relating to her, (she’s a little asshole) not songs she’d listen to. I might make that, but lets be real who gives a hoot about missus murder over here.

You probably just wanna look at the music, so here you go, i highlighted the lyrics i felt related more to her story underneath

↓

“ Cartoons and Vodka “ - Jinkx Moonson, 2018

“ You see I'm tired (she's tired) I'm spent (she's spent), I'm really feelin' my age

You know life is twice as hard When you're livin' half on the stage And I barely have the energy to sing you this song

So let's get some cartoons and Vodka And do 'em all night long

Ooh, boy, are you ready for some fun? Drink 'em down, drink 'em down, drink 'em down, oh! Drink 'em down, drink 'em down, drink 'em down, oh!“

2. “ Change the Formality “ - Infected Mushroom , 2007

” I tried to change the formality and everything about it.

People killing people for a reason.

You make mistakes, you don’t regret

So make a conclusion. “

3. “ Fine “ - Lemon demon , 2006

“ It’s such a lovely day, we should pocket the sunshine!

and never give it back, even if theres a heat wave!

Or Terrorist attack, it will just be a close shave

And i know ( i know )

That every bomb has a silver lining, i know ( i know )

Im full of crap, but still “

4. “ Brutus “ - The Buttress , 2016

( Basically the whole song but )

“ I, too, have a destiny This death will be art!

The people will speak of this day from near and afar.

This event will be history, and I'll be great too I don't want what you have, I want to be you! “

5. “ Killer Queen “ - Queen , 1974

“ She keeps her Moët et Chandon In her pretty cabinet

"Let them eat cake, " she says Just like Marie Antoinette”

6. “ Everybody loves me “ OneRepublic, 2009

“ Well i, pray the music don’t stop ‘till i turn gray. “

“ Don’t need my health, got my name and got my wealth

I

Stare at the sun, just for kicks all by myself

I

Lose track of time, so i might be past my prime, but; I’m feelin’ oh so good! “

7. “ I Can’t Decide “ Scissor Sisters, 2006

“ I’m not a gangster tonight, don’t wanna be a bad guy

I’m just a loner baby, and now you’ve gotten in my way.

I can’t decide wether you should live or die. Oh you’d probably go to heaven, please don’t hang your head and cry.

No wonder why my heart is dead inside. It’s cold and hard and petrified. Lock the doors and close the blinds, we’re going for a ride! “

“ It’s a bitch convincing people to like you.

If i stop now call me a quitter, if lies were cats you’d be a litter “

8. “ Wrecking ball “ - Mother Mother, 2008

“ I aim to break not one but all I'm just a big ol' wrecking ball “

“ It takes a dedicated hand To put it through the wall You gotta wanna break the heart Of all those pretty porcelain dolls “

9. “ Dead Man “ - Self , 2000

“ I wish I could tell you, all you children, why you're here, why you're here We'd all sing along Isn't that something 'cause there is no knowing 'til you're gone When I'm gone I'll prove you all wrong

behind every woman there's a good man trying not to bug the hell out To understand it guess I'd have to be a dead man trying not to laugh out loud “

10. “ Ready to Die “ - Andrew W.K , 2001 🧁

“ This is your time to pay This is your judgement day We made a sacrifice And now we get to take your life We shoot without a gun We'll take on anyone It's really nothing new It's just a thing we like to do! “

It’s cringy, but it’s free.

[mpregcatboyshin]

jazzy keishima old man yaoi.

gonna upload this to ao3 when im done with it. here's the rough draft

The old leather stool creaks as he sits on it, and he scoots it forward closer to the counter top. He picks up his glass and swirls it a bit, the big ice ball rolling around as he did. Just as he goes to take a sip, he hears the swing of the back door. Before he can turn around, a voice calls out to him.

“Hey there, Kaz,” and he instantly recognizes that deep tenor from anywhere. “Getting yourself ready before the show?”

He turns to greet the man, smiling at the site of his horribly bleached hair. He still remembers the howl he let out upon first seeing it.

“Keiji, you know I don’t drink anymore.” He chuckles to himself, holding out the cup to his friend. “This is just a Shirly Temple.”

The blonde man walks past his companion, heading towards the small raised stage opposite to the bar. There’s a few chairs and microphones set up already, with a music stand for each. To the right of the whole set up is a piano, too big to lift onto the stage. The drum set is already crammed into the back, with a bass guitar set up right next to it. Kazumi can see that there’s a trumpet case sitting near the wall as well, most likely Keiji’s. He was right in his prediction, as the man was already opening it up and pulling out the instrument.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit early to begin warming up? It’s two hours till the event begins,” Kazumi asked, turning around on the stool to face his friend. Keiji had already pulled out the mouthpiece and began buzzing, warming up the piece before attaching it to the trumpet. Kazumi always thought the buzzing was a funny way to warm up, though as he wasn’t a brass player he couldn’t make fun of it. He respected Keiji as a player, and knew whatever he did must’ve been the way to do it, as that man had one hell of a sound.

Keiji pulled the piece out of his mouth and attached it to his trumpet, holding it in his large hands. He played with the valves as he looked back up to Kazumi.

“You know this is how I am. Now are ya gonna sit there and drink or are ya gonna come up and join me?”

“Only if you play my favorite song,” Octavio replied, chuckling at the scoff Keith gave him. The blonde rolled his shoulders, kicking his feet against the old wooden stage. 

“…Alright then.” Keith replied, much to Octavio’s surprise. Though, what Keith said next made him frown. “Only if you agree to sing it.”

Kazumi placed his drink on the counter, leaning forward in his chair and crossing his arms. “You don’t want to hear me sing, you know I’m a terrible singer,” he huffed.

Keiji sat down in one of the chairs, rolling his eyes at Kazumi’s statement. “Kaz, you and I both know that’s bull. The guys always talk about how great of a singer you are, and I ain’t been here long enough to hear you. It’s just you and me here, everyone else won’t get here ‘til a quarter to four. Come on, let’s have our own little concert.” 

Keiji flashed him a smile, his tired eyes only accentuating his charm. If it weren’t for the bad hair dye, Kazumi could almost call him handsome in that moment. Almost. Really, it was just the bad hair that prevented that.

He let out a long sigh, looking up to Keiji’s pleading eyes, then looking back down to the floor, only to meet those puppy eyes again. He shook his head, then got up out of his seat and walked towards the piano, Keiji already warming up with a quick scale. Kazumi sat on the old bench in front of the piano, lifting the cover and letting his thin fingers hover over the keys. He looked back over to Keiji, who had been staring at him and waiting for him to start. 

“Alright then, I’ll start us off and you come in,” he said softly, then pressed his fingers to the keys. He let them dance across the expanse of the piano, playing the soft accompaniment. He heard Keiji suck in a breath, then began the loud brass sound he loved so much. It was a slow, soft song, the trumpet playing a nice high note before swinging and stumbling down. Just as Keiji finished playing a mock of the melody, Kazumi knew it was his time to sing. He took in a quiet breath, just as his fingers played the next few notes, then began his verse.

“Hold me close, and hold me fast, oh the magic spell you cast, this is mon vie en rose.”

Keiji looked over to Kazumi, noting the man had hunched over the piano, practically singing into it. He had his hair tied back into a low ponytail, though curls of it still escaped and framed his face. His glasses had fallen down the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed in concentration as his fingers glided effortlessly over the piano. Keiji had always been mesmerized by how easily Kaz played the piano, always at home with the instrument no matter who’s piano it was.

Just as Kazumi had finished the last words of his song, Keiji raised his trumpet back up to play the end together. They both held out the fermata, hoping to enjoy the moment just a tad longer.

[echolocati0n-art]

my dsmp , qsmp , empires , hermitcraft, etc headcanons because im insane

when c!puffychu are cuddling sometimes c!niki has to come up for air because c!puffys hair is just like, very curly/wool like and in the summer they have to turn on the ac to max, very nice in the winter tho

katherine would own a motorcycle but specifically in season 2 of empires and it would be painted half pink with glitter and the other side black with spikes

c!fundy makes a contraption where c!phil is able to use his wing again, that plus the syndicate helping him do physical therapy, he is able to fly again

the dream smp did not end badly fuck that ending they all live happily ever after

life series pearl tends to pick her nails a lot/bite them and tends to have a lot of bandaids on her hands, especially after the events of double life it got so much worse, in limlife, she kept doing it and big b would help bandage her hands and when he noticed her doing it, would give her a stick of gum or something to chew on + distract her or even they would paint eachothers nails

A CHEW TOY AHAHAHA werewolf pearl agenda

froggy is liml!pearl's PTSD ESA 👍

c!fundy is transmasc and c!quackity once had a lot on his mind and c!fundy happened to be shirtless, he saw the top surgery scars and was like "who did this to you", he still gets made fun of for it

avians (grian , jimmy, whoever else with fanon wings idk im too tired) cannot fly in the life series as the watches make their wings smaller to stop them from having an advantage / flying away but they can glide down hills and short distances, if they panic whilst falling they cant catch themselves

shelby and oli are swifties

in empires s1, both scott and xornoth have trouble walking through doors because of their antlers. Like xornoth will be chasing someone or something then he just hits the doorframe with a CLANG or scott will be trying to get outside and he just gets stuck and has to get someone to free him

speaking of those antlers my own hc is that when scott found the book in that tomb, he went from a regular elf to having the antlers and like deer ears / deer hybrid thing, during his elsa arc he shed them / he sawed them off because he felt he wasnt worthy but they grew back and sometimes have icicles hanging off them

jimmy hates the crust on sandwiches in all universes

c!purpled and c!punz are brothers, or at least sort of, c!purpled is an alien who crash landed on earth at like 5 years old and tiny 10 year old c!punz found him and they became very close, c!punz taught him earth culture

i loved that hc of lmanburg having a different language and using it to communicate and their own culture and such, for some reason I very much imagine it as french

no one speaks it anymore but when frustrated or excited you may find former members of lmanburg using it / they have slight accents

c!schlatt banned them from speaking said language so c!niki used it to spite him specifically

c!niki also shouldve lost a life during that festival she was beat to death by c!ponk under order of c!schlatt WHY ISNT THAT CANON!!

Tallulah loves the movie Tarzan and q wilbur really regrets showing it to her because. gorilla

qsmp has access to tv streaming services and the internet, chayanne and bobby love action movies but q phil chooses what he watches very carefully, tallulah and richarlyson are OBSESSED with bluey, dapper loves nature/informative documentaries, leonarda and ramon i feel would be a huge fan of nickelodeon, tilin used to love peppa pig, juanaflippa preferred to read

bobby has adhd because i said so he is a little ball of insanity

jaiden with the conure wings you already know

cellbit drinks an insane amount of high caffeine coffee, he started to have heard palpitations from it. The other portugese speaking people had an intervention

forever gives me ashfur vibes idk with the i love you philza you broke my heart

hcs9 impulse forgets to sleep because hes underground / inside a lot and doesnt see the sun, when he stays awake purposely to get work done gem and/or pearl will march him to the nearest bed and sit there until he is asleep

there were times where scott didnt feel safe at home because of xornoth so he would sleep in other empires, he felt safest in the cod empires because of jimmy (not because jimmy was strong but because gay people)

same with shrub, she would often end up in the overgrown napping in katherines castle

gem and fwhip are identical twins but it's impossible for there to be opposite gender/sex (?) identical twins so basically: transfem gem

thats it for now i am eepy but hope you all enjoy

[goatrat69]

I feel so drained of poprocks man!! If i was good at writing i’d make so many fan fics of them. But sadly i can only make these headcanons, i hope you all like them at least, this ship fr needs love man 😔

Poprocks headcanons 5!!!!!

-i feel like between venture and junkrat. Junkrat needs to have reaaallllyy cold showers, growing up in the Australia heat, while always blowing stuff up and having extreme heat so close to him, he must love the cold! While venture loves scolding showers they need the water to be hot. They’d sometime share showers (i’ll let you imagine what happens in there) and junkrat flinches constantly whenever he gets in the shower with venture.

-sometimes junkrat would drag venture to see some scrapyard mech battles, and venture at first didnt wanna since its just chaos and its not much interesting to them, but even seeing junkrats enthusiastic energy and the mechs they see how it could be fun to watch. They seen wrecking ball fight before and venture can say that hamster is called the champ for a reason.

-venture is a huge day person while junkrat always stays up late at night a lot

-venture always tries to get junkrat to get matching piercings with them, but junkrat’s super scared cause he feels like its gonna hurt a lot. Eventually he does get a matching one with them and its a matching ear piercing with a cute little diamond.

-they’re always sending videos to each other of pure brain rot. venture sends nothing but skibidi toilet while junkrat sends those bad alpha edits, that he knows is gonna make venture laugh.

-they binge watch shows together. but the kicker is one of them watches ahead of the other, so either one are a few episodes ahead while the other is still stuck waiting for the both of them to watch it together (its usually venture doing this)

-i have a huge feeling that if they ever go to a special event with each other, they both would wear suits or junkrat would wear a dress(that may or may not be stolen and or be burned a little)

-they play a lot of pranks each other. Mainly they scare each other with and even having a competition of who can scare each other the most, with junkrat having the most scares than venture.

Alright i think thats enough i hope you enjoy im really tired and im gonna come up wjth more stuff! I promise this fuckin ship aint dying i will literally pump this bitch with my own blood if i have too no matter what!!!

[miacheyavila]

Day 21 - 5/6/24

rock bottom is here to stay. i know its early in the day but i just wanted to get some things off my chest so i can go on with my day. to start, i would like to address my mental state. i am absolutely hating every waking second of the day. i am not happy when i am awake. but yk we just gotta thug it out ig. im so tired of getting shit on every single day by the workload. every single facet of my life is falling apart and i feel like im in a sinking boat with nothing solid to hold on to. im missing my brother's college graduation because of this shit because i have too much anxiety of getting yelled at for missing a fucking event. dont worry tho im not looking for sympathy from anyone. i just have to act like everything is okay. hope everyone is doing okay tho fuck it we ball. i ate at ackerman w some people that make me happy tho. 1/10 [1:57pm]