#like i fidget a lot when i'm trying to fall asleep

[teddybeartoji]

in order to help me fall asleep and to stop tossing and turning toji really does just have to lay right on top of me and it works like a fucking charmmmmm okay it feels so good and tbh i think he likes to sleep like that too bc he gets to bury his face into the crook of my neck yk?

[plethorawrites]

i think jason is perfect for the girl who thinks that's unlovable x guy who loves her like it's as easy as breathing

maybe I'm just projecting because that has never happened to me but i do think that jason is a loverboy, especially if his significant other has never been treated right

(I think he'd be self reflecting too, honestly. Trying to treat someone the way no one ever treated him either.) (P.S. I tried a different style with this, idk if it worked or not, but try to stick with it to lmk please!)

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You were hard to love. You knew that. Every partner you ever had said so. And it made sense why.

You talked a lot. Droned on and on about interests that no else really seemed to care about. Couldn't even tell when they were getting bored because you were too focused on the way your hands moved to talk and tell stories.

You could never shut your brain off. You were always fidgeting in bed, trying to find something for your hands to do besides trace the sheets or pick at the threads on the blankets. You were always the last to fall asleep no matter when or where because some thought kept you up and you usually annoyed whoever was closest with it until they got so bored they fell asleep.

You were a terrible singer. Yet, you did it all the time. You couldn't carry a tune, couldn't hit any pitch, had no talent whatsoever and if an actual singer were to hear you when you were in the shower or the kitchen, they would surely ban you from ever listening to music again. You sang it under your breath, fighting it so you wouldn't annoy people, but always lost your own challenge and they ended up laughing.

You were clingy. You knew it was pathetic, always craving someone's attention to make you feel wanted. It was unattractive to need the kind of reassurance you wanted—to feel the warmest and most content when holding onto someone or sleeping in their arms. It was needy and sad. You were jealous. It was a bad habit, you knew. What everyone did with their own life didn't affect you in any serious way, but it was just so hard to share. Only child syndrome, maybe. Regardless, it was hard not to feel envious when someone else got attention from the person you loved most. You tried not to let it show. It did.

You were loud. You couldn't help it. You got overzealous about small things, like seeing a puppy in public or a cute baby in a onesie. You always made that high pitched screech that had people wincing in pain and telling you to lower your voice. No one wanted to see or hear about your happiness, they especially didn't like when you accidentally grabbed them without realizing you were doing it. It was annoying.

You were an awkward, bumbling, idiot. Your words got mixed up, you pulled doors that said push, you tripped. And you blushed and you covered your face with shame when it happened, but it never stopped people from giving you judgemental sideways glances in public.

...

But never to Jason.

...

You talked a lot. Spoke about interests that he sometimes knew and other times didn't. Never noticed him staring at you so intently, watching your eyes light up as you talk with your hands out of pure excitement that made him utterly enthralled.

You could never shut your brain off. You were always moving closer and closer to him in bed. You were restless, so your hands would fuss with his hair or trace the scars on his back. You always found something to mumble about— a recent book, a new recipe, something from a show, or drama from work. Your voice was so soft, so soothing as you dragged your hands up and down his back, he had no choice but to fall asleep to the comforting sound of it.

You were a terrible singer. But the sound still brought him joy. Because it was your own joy causing the horrendous screeching you couldn't seem to help. He'd laugh, yes, at the adorable attempt. He was always trying his best to disguise the grin by hiding behind his book as he read in the living room and you sang in the kitchen. He couldn't resist peeking up from his book every once in a while just to watch before ducking back down and pretending to have not noticed how happy singing off key seemed to make you.

You were clingy. It was adorable, especially with the height difference, how you'd hug him from behind when he was cooking or drape your arms around him the second he came home. He always feared touch, but yours seemed addictive. The only thing he feared worse was losing you, but thankfully, you held him tightly at night and never minded when he reciprocated. He found it peaceful, settling his thoughts when he felt his skin on yours—so soft compared to his own, which were covered in bruises and scars.

You were jealous. Some people might find the constant hovering when someone else even remotely attractive was nearby, but not him. He found it endearing how you'd hang off him, lean on him, wrap him arm around your waist or do any number of other things to make it perfectly clear he was yours. It made him feel wanted, reassured him that you weren't willing to share anymore than he wanted to watch you get attention from other people.

You were loud. You jumped when you got excited, your eyes lighting up and your nose crinkling. Your squeals of joy fell from your lips by accident and even when they were a little loud or piercing, the sound still conveyed your happiness. Your teeth would sink into your bottom lip to try to suppress your own content but it never worked and he wouldn't want it to. The little hops, the way your face would soften at the sight of something cute or grab and shake him when you saw something you thought he'd like.

You were an awkward, bumbling, idiot. You made little mistakes here and there, like everyone did. It was your reaction that had people staring. The way you'd laugh at yourself, your smile bearing widely and a faint blush spreading across your cheeks. Anyone with functioning eyes would look at you when you laughed. Hell, even a blind man with the displeasure of never getting to see your smile would still turn, just to hear your laughter a little bit better.

Maybe you talked a lot, were clingy, and jealous. But more than anything— you were his.

[sweetinsaniiity]

hiii i have a cnc/dubcon request for san ^^

imagine hard dom!san is about to enlist and his s/o knows how much she'll miss him so she gives him 24 hrs free use. the moment he hears this he can't fall asleep, waits til the clock strikes 12 and starts fucking her in her sleep until she wakes up. throughout the day he doesn't let her rest, making her cockwarm if he's too tired. when the 24hrs is almost up, san doesn't care but she notices, tries to reach for her phone to check the time but he just pins her arm down and fucks her even harder for another few hours

(maybe some cum play would be the cherry on top, san scooping it out to make room for more, then trying to push it back in with his fingers but it keeps gushing out so he fucks it back in, or maybe even making comments about how she'll still be dripping by the time he's discharged)

Admittedly, this was not the easiest thing to procure as this lies beyond my accustomed sphere - out my comfort zone, per se. Not the CNC part, but the free use. But alas, yours truly will always rise to the challenge. I'm hoping this was worth the wait.

Unaware and Unawake

genre/au: nonchalant!Sannie, borderline emotionally constipated but he does genuinely love you, established relationship, military au, not my usual thing tbh because this is a lot of filth rating/warning: PG-18+ so MDNI!!! CNC and dubcon (all completely and explicitly consensual) free use, somnophilia, multiple creampie, multiple orgasm, cockwarming (both pussy and mouth), dacryphilia, cum play, dom!San, creampie, no protection (do NOT do this!) word count: 9.7K words (got carried away with the plot)

He tried his very hardest to control the smallest tick on his facial muscles as he stared at your big, pretty doe eyes looking up at him with such uncertainty. 

There was also deep sadness laced underneath all the storm that was brewing in them. San wanted nothing but to reassure you that the both of you were going to be okay, but that wasn’t within his rights because for obvious reasons, he can’t control the way you felt.

“Are you sure about this, San? Tell me,” you frowned deeper, processing the information that he just told you over what you thought would be an uneventful dinner one night. 

San had just told you the biggest and most unexpected news he could possibly drop on you - that he was enlisting in the military this upcoming Monday. That was in three days.

“I mean, I’m not trying to change your mind, not at all,” you murmured. “I’m just curious about your thought process, that’s all.”

You watch him sigh ever so slightly, looking back down on his dinner plate, slicing away at the wonderful steak dinner you had prepared for him tonight. 

“Are you?” San asked, continuing his slicing with a slow, deliberate motion. He didn’t look at you, didn’t shift and didn’t fidget. It was as if he just told you the current weather situation.

You didn’t take offense at his indifference - not at all. Choi San was just naturally calm, impassive, and stoic. Sometimes, it was mistaken by other people as standoffish and arrogant, but that’s just how your boyfriend was. He was a man of very few words. 

Maybe there was something wrong with you. You found this attitude on him insatiably hot, especially the rare times he’d show his softer side to you and you only. He wasn’t particularly outright with his affection, but he would reach out to you every moment he could. 

“I suppose,” you shrugged. “I just want to make sure you’ve thought about this well. It just seemed logical to ask, that's all.”

San put the steak in his mouth, meeting your gaze once more. His expression was unreadable - calm, detached, the way he always was. He chewed exaggeratedly, trying to hide the smirk threatening to break his stoicism.

Logical. It was how you were, it was how he was. It was what this relationship was solely built upon. It was like picking a gum flavour in a randomest, dinkiest petrol station situated in the corner of nowhere and not something that would take him away from you, from this - from everything.

But there was fondness in San’s eyes as he stared at you through his lashes. He never tells you enough how much he appreciates you.

You’ve never questioned the way his mind functioned, never second-guessed on supporting him through his decisions no matter how illogical they may sound. You were just there, and he knew that you’d still be there by his side through thick and thin.

Still, it didn’t mean it didn’t pain him to tell you that he was deciding to leave you for the time being and get his military enlistment out of the way. It wasn’t a one and done decision; it was something he’d stewed in and stressed about for weeks.

“I did,” he answered. “The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you and I could build our life together. I just want to get it over with.”

He casts a discreet gaze on the small drawer he’d put a gift he bought earlier in the day that reminded him of you. San was aware of how nonchalant he comes off, and he was trying his very best to show you that he loved you to the moon and back even though he doesn’t say it often.

He quickly averts his eyes before you notice. You were nothing but keen and observant, after all. Instead, he grabs the small folder that’s been set to his left. He slides it towards you casually like it was a takeout menu.

“Sign it,” he whispered, handing you a pen, purposefully not saying anything about the confused frown on your face.

You stared at San’s impassive face for a couple of seconds before tentatively opening the folder. Your brows automatically raise up to your hairline.

Legal paperwork. Temporary transfer of ownership of San’s business that he built from scratch before he even met you. Your lips quivered as the pen on your hand shook from the nerves, trying hard to concentrate on what the contract in front of you entailed. It was the least you could do.

San found success in starting his own property management company. It was his pride and joy. Every surface of the business he perfected over years, every drop of his blood, sweat and tears combined with all his burned out youth - it was all in there, wrapped up in black ink and legal terms.

And he was asking you to sign your name on it like he was asking to see what your handwriting looked like. Your fingers traced the edge of the paper.

“You trust me that much? San, this is big,” you bit your bottom lip, trying to mask how touched you were by the gesture.

He didn’t answer right away. San crossed his arms, watching your face get more and more emotional by the minute like he hadn’t just handed you the only thing he ever truly loved, besides yourself, of course.

He raised a playful brow, tilting his head - another rare show of how much he let himself loose in your presence. Truly, you had no idea how amazing you were to San. If only he knew how to express himself better.

“It’s either you, or I close the business for two years until I come back,” he finally said, voice low and sincere. “I know I don’t say it much, and I’m truly sorry, my love, but it never meant that I don’t mean it.”

You immediately shook your head at him, wagging the pen in front of his face for effect, too. San’s lips quirked up in the corners, barely anything to be considered a smile, making you giggle out loud. Music to his ears.

“I don’t need you to tell me,” you smiled sweetly at him. “I can feel it, San. I know you love me.”

The decision wasn’t lost on you. The pen dragged smoothly onto the paper, imprinting the utmost trust that San had placed on you. It was far better than love, if someone asked you. Trust was difficult to come by.

But then, you saw it. When San thought you weren’t paying enough attention to him, a real smile passed through his lips. He probably didn’t even notice it, himself. It was the type that brought out his gorgeous dimples that you loved poking to annoy him.

It made your heart skip a beat. Suddenly, a thought crosses your head. Instead of sliding the folder across the coffee table like a transaction, you stood up. 

San looked confused, but you walked over to him, slow and steady, and placed it gently back in his hands, a small smirk painting your face. His eyes shifted to you, calm but alert. And just like that, the air between you two changed.

He took the folder, but didn’t move away. “You always were bossy,” he murmured, almost like it was an afterthought.

“Please. You love it.”

His brow twitched, maybe the hint of amusement, maybe something else. He hadn’t stepped back, and neither had you. Something in that expression brought something out of you, and you wanted to make the most out of it.

You placed your leg in between his, dangerously close to that area that ruled San’s head sometimes. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, desire clear in his haze.

It was a defense mechanism on your end. You didn’t want to think about how much you were going to miss San when he was gone, you had plenty of time for that when you’re alone, but the very thought of it was already getting to you. You wanted to be strong for the both of you. The last thing you wanted was for San to worry about you as well when he was away.

You didn’t want his body to be there, but his heart at home with you. He wasn’t going to change his mind. He had probably decided this weeks ago, long before he thought to mention it. 

You curled your fingers on his shirt collar, dragging him towards you. The gesture darkened his eyes significantly. You bit your lip to stop your smile, and instead leaned down further, close enough that your breath ghosted warm against his skin, just below his ear.

“You’ve got twenty-four hours,” you whispered, voice low and velvet-smooth. “Free use. No questions asked. You can do whatever you want with me,” you bit his earlobe softly. San groaned, shivering. “And I mean, anything.”

You knew he was going to miss you, too. Maybe even more than you’ll miss him.

San’s jaw clenched so tight, you were slightly afraid that he was going to break in his teeth, his fingers tightened ever so slightly around the folder, the corners crinkled badly. You reckoned you needed to re-print the whole thing now.

You grinned widely, this rush of power suddenly surging through you making you giddy. He turned his head just enough that your lips nearly brushed.

“Dangerous thing to offer,” San said, voice a shade rougher now. His eyes met yours in a heated stare, the intensity of it almost making you falter. Almost.

You subconsciously clenched down there, scoffing at him. “I’m not scared of you.”

His eyes flicked over your face, pausing at your mouth. That almost-smile from earlier threatened to return, but didn’t. The tension was killing you, but you weren’t going to back down. You wanted to see how far San would take your offer, how far you could push him before he broke.

“Not yet, no,” he said, prying your fingers from his collar and pushing you gently away from him so he could stand up and tower over you and smirk cockily at you. Oh, that definitely made you clench harder. “But you should be.”

But that night as San lay on his back, arms folded under his head, staring at the ceiling like it might have the answers, he couldn’t sleep. Turns out, he was the one scared.

He’d tried to brush it off, told himself you were just teasing him and just trying to get a reaction, but your voice echoed in his head like you had whispered it into his bones.

You’ve got twenty-four hours.

And he did tell you that it was a very, very dangerous thing to offer. The possibilities were endless, but that wasn’t what he was worried about.

San meant it when he said that it was literally dangerous. He will break you, and the worst part was that he will have the time of his life seeing your eyes roll behind your head as he made you come over and over again, and even then, he wouldn’t stop. 

He turned his head slightly, just enough to see your sleeping form beside him. Your back, the curve of your shoulders rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm as you snoozed away, unaware of the nastiest, most sadistic thoughts slowly forming in San’s head.

Those thoughts sent blood rushing down south. With a deep breath, he carefully lowered his boxers, just enough for his aching, leaking cock to spring free from its confines. He hissed when cold air hit his skin, but it wasn’t enough to deter how hard and erect he was just by looking at your bare shoulders and neck.

Oh, how he’d love to mark your skin akin to a world map, only purplish in bruises instead of the multiple countries he’d take you after he was discharged.

Fine, he thought. He would use you like the whore you were. His right hand would be his only companion for months after he enlists, pretending it was your pussy instead.

San glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table, groaning and gritting his teeth in annoyance when the clock showed 11:45 P.M. You didn’t explicitly say when to start, but San knew better than to jump you immediately. 

He smirked cruelly, you thought you were so slick, always thinking that you had him figured out, but he knew you like the back of his hand. You were definitely expecting him to immediately take your offer, but no, he was going to milk his time.

San grasped his cock, sighing in a quiet but sharp breath, biting his lips to keep his pleasured groans to himself so as not to wake you up. He was harder than he has ever been in his life, and ironically, he wasn’t even doing anything with you. His eyes raked at your sleeping figure, squeezing his weeping cock tighter in his hand.

He knew he wasn’t going to last long unless he paced himself, but he couldn’t help tugging his cock a bit back and forth, up and down, the sound of his fists slapping against his shaft turning him on more than ever. 

He couldn’t believe it - he was literally jerking off next to you as he slept. He felt dirty, but the thought of it could almost make him bust. He used his palm to rub some of his precum as lube, but when that wasn’t enough, he positioned his hand in front of his mouth to spit on it.

But, he stopped at the last minute. He looked at the clock once again, rolling his eyes when he realized that three minutes had only passed. 

He waited a bit to see if you were going to move, but no, you hadn’t. You were still sleeping, still peaceful. Carefully, he scooted beside you, his face hovering over you slightly until his fingers found your lips, delicately parting them so he could coat them with your saliva.

When that was said and done, he laid back down comfortably and closed his eyes, stroking his cock with your saliva as his lube. The filthiness of it made his cock twitch in his hand. 

He was extremely turned on and he was so excited that he almost finished right there and then, but he didn’t waver as he continued to stoke away as he stared at your beautiful face. But he’d waited, kept himself patient and let the tension grow as he held breath.

The minutes couldn’t have rolled slower, but the moment the clock said 12:00 A.M., he didn’t hesitate.

He shifted forward, arm sliding around your waist, pulling you gently but firmly against him. You stirred with a soft inhale, and for a second, he froze. He thought you were waking up, maybe he was a little too excited, but you weren’t.

A short, sarcastic laughter of disbelief escapes him. San couldn’t believe it, but more so, towards himself. He realized he didn’t want you awake. You waking up would mean that the excitement would be gone.

You were still asleep, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen to you.

The thought of it actually put a slight damper on his erection. An evil smirk decorates his face as he resisted the urge to wrap his hand on your pretty neck. Despite that thought, he wouldn’t mind you waking up in the process of him defiling your body. It got him harder than he thought he already was.

It aroused him greatly. The thought of how forbidden this all was. However, he had explicit permission from you. Still, he wouldn’t want to hurt you.

San carefully pushed up the oversized shirt you liked wearing to sleep and admired your exposed body. He caught sight of your perky tits, they were just the right size for him and his hands. He didn’t hesitate further and caught your nipples between his fingers.

When all you did was let out a small, pitiful whimper in your sleep, it was when it fully hit him. You were really at his mercy. It intoxicated him, all this power.

He stroked his cock as he played with your nipples, pinching them a little harder than usual just to see if you were going to stir. This time he couldn’t help but furrow his brows, he didn’t realize you slept this heavily.

As he continued to knead the soft flesh of your breasts, his eyes suddenly went down on your parting lips, your light snores filling in his ears. The idea of his cock in your mouth as you snored started to arouse him.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered, hovering over you, careful not to crush you beneath him as he started to line up his cock onto your plush, inviting lips. 

A surge of pleasure shoots up his spine at the sight. A desire for excitement at the thought of him doing something technically morally wrong gave him a sort of kick he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. 

He leaned down, giving your forehead a gentle, chaste kiss before he filthily inserted two of his fingers inside your mouth, exploring the wet cavern roughly, not even caring if you woke up at this point. 

“Fuck,” San hissed as he slid his cock into your mouth. He withdrew, not wanting to choke you in your sleep, but he couldn’t help but chase that euphoric sensation and thrust back in ever so slightly so you wouldn’t be startled awake and, well, actually choke.

He worked his way down your body, his right hand mindlessly alternating between kneading and squeezing your tits while his left played with your dripping cunt, rubbing at your clit slowly and rhythmically.

Just when he thought that this couldn’t get any better, you started to make weak, suckling motions on his cock as if in sleep, you knew that you had to please San. You twitched a little when he jerked a bit and pressed on your clit a little too hard in surprise, but that didn’t rouse you or stop your sucking.

It was the most peaceful San had ever seen you, if it wasn’t for your mouth stuffed full of his cock. He barely had time to pull out and come on your chin and neck, his warmth spurting out in bursts of endless streams.

Sweat pooled on his temples. He smirked, what a sight you were - covered in his cum without even knowing. If his painting skills weren’t garbage, he would immortalize this on a canvas.

Unfortunately, he had to wipe all of it away before he covered you again with the blankets. He was spent for the night, so he went to the bathroom to douse himself in cold water before he went back and tried to sleep beside you.

But he couldn’t sleep, for the life of him. He cursed under his breath so hard that he wouldn’t be surprised if God suddenly struck him with lightning. He pictured your face streaked with his cum once more, and it was enough for him to get aroused again.

He could feel his cock twitching and pulsing in his boxers again. He wondered how in the world he could feel so aroused when he had just orgasmed.

He tossed and turned, tried to erase the erotic image of you away from his head. San even started to picture dead animals and some random images of naked grannies in his head to will his erection to, hopefully, go away, but to no avail. He wanted you, and he wanted you so, so bad.

It was well into the wee hours of the morning when he decided that he was going to have you, consequences be damned. This time, he was going to have you in the way that you deserved. He was going to put you in your place.

It was almost four in the morning when he parted your legs open. Usually, he took his time to finger you and get you nice and prepped for him, but he could barely wait to be inside your warm heat this time. San hugged you from behind, spooning you while he nudged the tip of his cock at your entrance, groaning when he slipped easily inside. 

He went slow at first, still not wanting to hurt you, but gradually, he shifted and decided to fuck you while he was on top. He couldn’t take it anymore, he fully jammed himself deeper in you and fucked you fast and hard, his balls slapping lewdly against your ass.

You stirred under him, startled awake. At first, you were confused at the tingly, delicious feeling penetrating you, until you locked eyes with San who was just going at it on top of you. He smirked at you as he claimed your pussy, and the moan that you let out was loud enough to wake up every single person in the neighbourhood.

“Sannie, mmm, s-shit,” you stuttered, still stumbling over your words as you were still half-asleep,

San wrapped an arm around your lower back, effectively burying himself completely deeper, hitting that spot inside you that had you squealing in delight. “Don’t fight it, let me have you,” he kissed your jaw, his silent growls hitting your ears as he continued with his onslaught.

It was when you realized how sticky your mouth kind of felt. After a moment, arousal spread through you when you realized that you were tasting warm cum on your tongue. Had San already had his fill with you before you even woke up?

The thought had you wrapping your arms around San’s broad shoulders, scratching at his back in retaliation, though it didn’t diminish how much it turned you on that he took you without you knowing. 

“Fuck, love, you feel so good,” San growled as he thrust in your cunt roughly without any mercy. He wouldn’t stop now that he could do whatever the hell he wanted with you.

You fluttered, squeezed, around him. “Damn, that feels good,” he grunted. He didn’t need to stay quiet any longer, he could curse and groan as loudly as he damn well pleased now that you were fully awake.

“Oh God, p-please,” you lifted your hips up the bed, placing your hands on San’s plump behind to get him deeper inside you. 

San grinned, his growls sound more primal through his teeth. He had known you were perfect, so perfect for him, but this just completely solidified it. You were so responsive to him, gasping as your pussy took him.

It didn’t take long for him to burst, his hips drilling into you hardly one last time before his seed painted your tight hole white. He felt your nails scrape across his back, and through the haze of his orgasm, he could feel your orgasm peek through, albeit less strong than the usual ones he’d give you.

“Had fun?” You asked with a small giggle as San panted on top of you.

“No,” he smirked cockily, rolling his hips when you pouted. He groaned, his soft cock sliding out from the mess of cum he’d dumped into you. One of many today. “Not yet.” 

You were starting to regret your decision. Well, not entirely, anyway. You should’ve known how shrewd and cunning San was, but you had severely underestimated him. 

When you woke up a few hours later, San wasn’t on the bed with you anymore. That was fine because you knew he was most likely doing his daily morning jogs. If he had time, he’d usually get you coffee and croissants along the way, too.

Definitely a man of few words, but an absolutely consistent man of actions. But just in case he didn’t have time, you decided to make breakfast. 

You were standing at the stove, in the process of oiling it and putting the heat on, when you heard the front door open, San’s familiar footsteps filling in the silence of the kitchen.

“Hey, love,” you murmured when you felt him behind you.

He hummed, not bothering to say a word, as he circled his hand up to your waist and pulled your face to his for a quick peck on the lips. You bit back a smile when he set down your coffee and croissants to the side.

You were expecting him to sit on the table to wait for you to finish, but he repositioned himself behind you, his warm breath hitting the back of your neck. You shivered at the contact, and it definitely wasn’t because of the morning breeze.

At first, he was tender. San nosed your jaw, his teeth light grazing the sensitive parts of your neck. You let out a breathy moan when he reached up and palmed your breasts through your shirt - well, it was technically his shirt -  your nipples hardening against his teasing hands.

You tried to turn and kiss him again, but he held you tight, grinding his hips against your ass with his half-hard cock. It was when you felt him snap. 

He grabbed your hips hard - hard enough to leave marks. “S-San,” you whined in pain when he pinched your nipples, squirming against his touch.

“Shut your mouth,” he grumbled, thoroughly turned on at the sight of you wearing his shirt, lifting it enough to grab a handful of your plump ass.

You had expected restraint. Maybe something slow, almost sweet. But no, that wasn't how he worked, not when the clock struck and the rules were finally gone by your own accord.

He wasn’t just taking what you offered it - he was owning it. You felt it in the way his grip tightened when you gasped and in the way his mouth found your throat like it had been waiting for permission to devour you.

And he was going to swallow you whole like it was the first war he intended to win before he even enlisted. 

“San, slow down—oh!”

You choked out audibly when he didn’t hesitate to rip his shirt off of you in pieces. With a harsh tug, he turns you around, dragging you like a ragdoll towards his direction. “No, this twenty-four hours is mine,” he barked. “Come here.”

And he did something you were not expecting, not in a million years. You yelped when his arms swept across the table like a madman, the table and the whole house shaking as all the plates, mugs, and glassware you set on the table all crashed down the floor, the sharp edges of broken pieces scattering like shrapnel.

Your jaw dropped, startled. “San! What the hell—”

He spun you to face him, hands firm, eyes dark with something you hadn’t seen in him before - something that wasn’t just hunger, but need. It was nothing short of raw and wild.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he said, voice low and tight, like it was dragged from somewhere deep. 

His mouth was on yours before you could speak. He kissed the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw, leaving a trail of heat as he pressed you back against the table, reckless and relentless.

“You broke everything,” you whispered against his lips, half-laughing, half-breathless.

“I’ll buy you the whole damn store when I get back.”

He was lifting you onto the edge of the counter, hands gripping your thighs, the sound of broken ceramic crackle as he moved. But he didn’t flinch, because to him, nothing mattered in that moment except you.

Not the mess. Not the noise. Not the goodbye waiting on the other side of the sunrise.

You didn’t need prepping, San was able to slip inside you once more with ease. He didn’t wait for you to adjust, he immediately started a rough pace that had the table underneath you shaking with the force of his thrust.

“Ah, yes,” he laughed sadistically as he fucked into you roughly. “This is what I want.”

You couldn’t do anything except open your mouth to let out the most wanton of moans and just take the delicious abuse of his cock hitting pleasurably inside of you. You moved your hands to try and grab the edges of the table, but San stopped you.

“No, no, no, my little slut,” he growled, slapping them off, making you whimper, the slight sting of it going straight down your fluttering pussy. “Hands and eyes on me.”

You rolled your eyes at the back of your head, mumbling something out loud that turned out to be gibberish. “What was that?” San snapped.

“H-Harder,” you whimpered, drool pooling at the sides of your mouth and flowing out down the table. San’s cock grew impossibly harder at how cock dumb you looked right now. “Harder, San, harder—”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he ploughed, harder at your command per curse.

He wasn’t going to last long and you knew it. His hands wrap around your neck, using it as momentum to push you deeper and deeper onto his throbbing erection, like his goal was to have your guts rearranged by the time he was done.

He stills, his warmth spilling inside of you once more. A growl resounds from the back of his throat as he slapped his hips two more times before he let go of your neck. “You okay?” San asked, tucking your hair behind your ears, his voice hoarse, cracking in the middle.

You pouted. “I didn’t come.”

He raised a brow, a ghost of a smirk threatening to break from his lips. “I know,” he chuckled darkly. “I’m gonna pull out, yeah? Put your legs up.”

You frowned, but moaned anyway when he pulled out, pushing your legs high up in the air. He leaned down, laughing smugly as he stared lewdly down there. You blushed in embarrassment, but didn’t say anything.

“Holy fucking shit, I came a lot,” he shook his head in amusement. “Shit, that’s a lot of cum.”

You were about to retort something ridiculous when he turned back to look at you, all amusement gone from his eyes. “I’m going to take a nap,” he mumbled with a hint of command in it. “You better not let any drop of this out. Not a single one.”

Your face turns even redder at how filthy his request was - how it turned you on to not be able to say no. “B-but how? I-I don’t know how to,” you sputtered out.

He shrugged. “Not my problem.”

Even after he carried you to the couch so you wouldn’t step on glass, and even after he had cleaned up and vacuumed all the mess, that smug smirk never left his lips.

You resorted to clenching your pussy so his sperm wouldn’t drip out of you. God, you thought. It was so filthy, so dirty, and something you never thought San would ever ask of you. But you loved every bit of it.

You went and did your daily routine, San’s cum still inside of your clenched cunt. It was difficult, sometimes you’d forget and you’d feel the sticky warmth begin to trail down, but before it oozed out, you would clench back again.

You decided to go to the bathroom to check - even the thought of this made you blush as if you and San hadn’t just fucked on the kitchen table - just to see the state of your pussy full of San’s cum when you were suddenly pulled into the bedroom where San was napping.

“S-San?” You yelped when his sharp eyes took in your form, his tongue darting out to lick his lips salaciously.

“Take your clothes off,” was all he said.

It was how you found yourself face down on the bed, your hips up in the air with your legs sprawled open for San to admire your glistening hole. He groaned, seeing all his cum still contained inside your inviting pussy.

“What a good girl,” he chuckled darkly, trying to contain his excitement at the prospect of you literally doing anything he wanted even if it’s just for today. “You deserve a reward.”

He slid a finger into your soaking, wet opening, pushing his trickling seed inside you. It produced an obscene, squelching sound that went straight to his aching cock. Without thinking, he dived in, his tongue automatically latching on your swollen clit as he teased your cunt with little swirls.

“W-What are you doing, San,” you squirmed, slightly alarmed, fisting the bed sheets so tight, your knuckles turned white.

It was completely fueled by passion on his end. He moved his head lower, running his tongue up and down your slit and flicked it back and forth over your clit. Pushing his tongue into you, his mouth was assaulted by the salty, slightly bitter, taste of his own cum. It was certainly a new experience for him, but nonetheless, it served to turn him on even more.

You had begun to relax, pushing your ass subconsciously on San’s face. He was more than happy to oblige, his rough hands gripping on your thighs as he ate you out with more urgency.

He dove two fingers back into you, all the while he alternated between sucking your clit and finger-fucking you. He moved faster, making you moan loudly. You were so loud, it spurred him on even more.

“Oh, G-God, San, San, San,” you screamed when he hit that particular spot deep inside of you with just his fingers.

But it was the vibrations of his laughter that had you exploding on his face. He felt your pussy pulsate on his fingers, and it was when he knew that you had come. 

You kept trembling with every touch, and he wanted to gloat, but all that died down when he heard your sniffles. He quickly laid down beside you, your ass still in the air, and shushed you. “Too much?” San frowned.

You shook your head, your tears still falling. “Just overstimulated.”

“Good or bad?”

You laughed wetly. “Are you kidding me? That was amazing.”

You leaned in to kiss him, mewling when his lips felt sticky with his own release from eating you out. Without thinking, you grabbed onto his crotch, pleased to find that he was very much hard underneath your fingers.

It was all he needed to position himself behind you, his cock snug inside your wet heat once more. It was slow and easy this time - he didn’t want to overstimulate you further, but the truth was, the sight of you crying lit up a fire inside him that he didn’t know existed.

He rolled his hips roughly once just to see your reaction. Just as expected, more tears of overstimulation flew from your eyes. He felt his cock twitch, and before he knew it, he was ramming into you like an animal in heat.

“Look at me,” he demanded roughly, slapping your ass once to get your attention.

Your eyes were wet with tears, the mascara you were wearing running down your face. “Oh my fucking God,” San moaned, whined, ravaging you from behind so hard, your head had hit the headboard multiple times from the sheer force of his thrusts.

When he finished, you were expecting him to make you keep his cum inside you again for God-knows-how-long, but what you were not expecting was for him to go back down on you again before hovering over you.

“Open your mouth, love,” he coaxed, tapping your chin to get you to stay awake.  

He tilted his head down, his tongue already out before you knew it.Your breath hitched when you saw the obscene trail of semen spill from his tongue before drops of it fell straight into your mouth.

God, it was so sloppy. He smirked, mouth still opened up. Every second stretched out, drawn out like he wanted you to feel everything.

When it was over, you swallowed, throat burning. He pulled back, eyes dark. “You okay?” San asked, voice rough.

You nodded, barely sentient, and his smile told you he knew exactly what he’d done.

You’d like to believe your relationship with San was ordinary. Not in a bad way, you did feel like every couple out there. You loved each other dearly, you fought ferociously, and throughout all of those, you stuck with each other despite your very obvious flaws. 

But one thing you never thought you’d have to think about was how truly, utterly insatiable San was today. 

“Sannie, ngh,” you whined pathetically, your cunt squeezing his cock weakly.

He groaned, sighing, as he wrapped his arms around you tightly from behind. “Get some rest,” he said tiredly, voice rough with the need to sleep.

After that sloppy session of him eating his cum and making you eat it in return, he fucked you twice some more, an hour apart from each other. They were both slow and lazy, but both mind blowing, nonetheless.

Needless to say, your body felt like it’s been run through with a pick up truck. You were exhausted.

And San was, too, but clearly, that wasn’t enough to deter him. You were lying peacefully on the bed, just browsing through your phone while San showered. When he came out, he laid down next to you, inserting himself back inside you, his cock hard but unmoving.

“B-But how?” You blurted out, wrapping the blanket around your naked body, ignoring how full you currently felt down there.

“By being a good cock sleeve and letting you cockwarm me,” San replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Maybe it was your body giving out on you from the strenuous activity of the continuous sex, or maybe it was how warm and safe you felt being in San’s arms, but by the grace of God, you were able to fall asleep, San’s cock still snug inside you while he, himself, snored away.

Luckily, he left you alone for a couple of hours. You woke up late in the afternoon when the sun was almost down, your entire body sore. You were saddened when you found that San wasn’t lying beside you - though if you were being completely honest, you just wanted to wake up stuffed full of cock.

“Dummy,” you giggled fondly, shaking your head as you read the note that he left on the nightstand, stating that he had ordered some food for you and left it in the kitchen.

You tried not to feel down as you got dressed and went down to eat. San had to leave to settle his company because when he enlists soon, the temporary ownership he was transferring to you was going to be a massive change, after all.

Luckily, you wouldn’t need too much time to adjust. You loved San so much that you took it upon yourself to learn the intricacies of his company, staying up late with him for so many nights to help him out even though you barely knew what you were doing.

He would never say it out loud, but the fondness in his eyes as he looked at you whenever he thought you weren’t looking told you enough. San was always more than happy to answer your every question.

But you knew why he was doing this. He had co-owners, seven of them, to be exact, who were his lifelong best friends. He could have chosen one of them to run the company while he was gone. They were more than competent and would be a more viable option than you’d ever be.

San didn’t give it to you because it made the most sense, he gave it to you because you made sense to him.

You closed your eyes, forgetting the kitchen that surrounded you and just focused on the sensation of San’s hands holding onto you, the ghost of his touch guarding your thoughts.

The thoughts he knew because he knew you like the back of his hands; he knew how your mind functioned and spiralled, especially if left alone for too long.

He hadn’t just trusted you with his empire, he was protecting you.

You could think clearer now that his cock wasn’t plugging your cunt and your mind. He didn’t want you to think too much, to slowly lose your sanity in his absence, to miss him too much while he was in the military, equally missing you. The biggest difference between you and him was that he knew how to set his emotions aside, you were only good at ignoring it.

He always pretended that he didn’t care, but he cared more than anyone you knew. Even when he rammed inside you roughly, you could see the emotions passing through his eyes. Fear. Love. Longing.

He didn’t need to say a lot of things, because you just knew. He thought you didn’t notice when he held onto you a little too tight, not willing to let you, and you understood - he was leaving, but he wasn’t letting go.

San was giving you a piece of himself to hold on to, because it was the only way he knew how to say those things he had a difficult time saying.

Don’t forget me. Stay busy. Stay whole. Be patient. Please wait.

You didn’t notice when the first tear slipped down your cheek, and then, you felt it - a thumb so gentle you barely felt it brush against your wettened cheeks.

San didn’t say anything, just kept wiping away the tears you didn’t know were still falling. His hand lingered at your cheek, his brow furrowed like your sadness physically pained him.

“H-Hey,” you tried to smile, but it ended up looking like a grimace. “Don’t worry about me, I’m just a little in my head. I’m fine.”

“I know,” he said quietly. “I know you are.”

He held your face a moment longer than necessary. The way his eyes lingered a little too long on your lips and you could physically feel the change in his demeanor.

And then he looked away. Just for a beat. Like he was trying to reel something back in before it slipped. You were still in his shirt. Still sitting there, legs bare, hair tousled, tears drying on your skin.

He was trying - God, he was trying - to hold the line. You reached out, fingers curling lightly around his wrist. “You okay?”

That was the breaking point, because you weren’t supposed to ask him that. Not now. Not when you were the one crying. Not when he was the one leaving.

He exhaled sharply through his nose and looked back at you, and this time the control wasn’t just slipping - it was gone.

“I’m not,” he said hoarsely. “Not when you look at me like that.”

The revelation had you reeling, and your lips parted. It caught his attention, but he didn’t move, and neither did you. Instead, you clutched his shirt tighter.

“You’re crying, you’re vulnerable. I should, fuck, I should walk away right now.” he murmured, almost like he was reminding himself. “But I can’t.”

And then he kissed you. And when he pulled back just enough to speak, he whispered, “I wanted to give you space, but fuck, I want you too much.”

Because you were his. Because he was yours. And because twenty-four hours would never be enough. But he wasn’t going to touch you, not this time. Plus, his dick was spent.

He smiled, pulling you up by the arm. “Come,” he said. “I have work to do in the office, would you like to accompany me?”

Whatever you choose, he’d accept. He could have had you again, could’ve drowned in you  to forget both of your worries, but he can’t. He just wants you near, and maybe that meant even more to him.

It was how you found yourself curled against his arms as he typed on his laptop with one hand, his other arm wrapped around you possessively. You watched him for a while, curled under the blanket, the steady rhythm of his typing filling the room.

You couldn’t stop thinking about what almost happened. The way his resolve almost melted like you were the one in control of the situation. But you respected it when he pulled back. It was admirable really, you bet it was difficult. 

You tried to focus on something else. Anything else. But the air between you hadn’t cleared - it had just thickened. You bit your lips, a sudden thought passing through your head as you stared at San’s side profile. God, you thought, can this man get any more attractive?

Apparently, San can sense it, too. The growing tension, just laying still in the silence that enveloped the two of you. He couldn’t help but stare at the way the blanket would slide off of your shoulders when you shifted to get comfortable, the way you stretched and it would push your perky tits up on his arm.

He went back to typing, but his posture shifted. Straighter. Stiffer. Like he was holding something back with both hands.

You splayed a hand over San’s belly, skimming your fingers lower to trace random, abstract patterns over his taut skin out of sheer boredom. San bit his lip, resisting the urge to groan under your touch, a static buzz running up the column of his spine. 

You were about to lower your fingers to touch the waistband of his boxers when San’s hand stopped yours in a panic. “Don’t,” he manages to let out. “I’m really trying to hold out here, love, don’t fucking tempt me.”

You shrugged, not meaning to actually do what he thought he was doing. You moved your hand away sheepishly, but you did the worst thing you could ever possibly do at this moment - you looked up at him with the biggest doe eyes. Something in him just snapped.

Fuck it, he thought.

“S-San, I’m s-sorry,” you whined when he pulled your hair down with one hand while his other hand already began to work on his pants. You swallowed when he gripped his hard, leaking cock in his hand, stroking it. “Please, I’m so sore and tired—”

“Twenty-four hours, remember? You’ve got six more hours, tough it out,” San raised a brow. You whimpered when he gripped your hair harder. “Don’t worry,” he smirked. “I’m a little spent myself, however…”

Fuck, if his refusal to let you rest didn’t turn you on. You instantly felt your nether regions slick up with his words.

You sputtered when he began to lower your head, slapping the tip of his cock lewdly on your lips. “Open up,” he ordered.

You let the fat tip of his cock rest on the flat of your tongue, feeling your throat automatically open up for the intrusion  like it knows that its only job right now was to take San all the way in until your throat couldn’t take him anymore. You couldn’t help but groan softly, the familiar feeling of San’s girth, the musky scent of him, and just about everything made your head spin.

San lets out a husky moan as he squeezes the base of his shaft, fondling his balls a little as you adjust to his length. “Stay right there, love, I like this right now,” he groaned.

You hummed as San went back to typing immediately while your mouth just warmed his cock just right as you laid down on the couch. In a peculiar way, it felt sensual and intimate. You let your eyes flutter, focusing on nothing but the feeling of San’s cock lodged in your throat - the heat and the taste of it, especially.

Cockwarming your boyfriend while he worked was definitely one of the things you never really expected because when San works, he’s pretty much locked into it until he deems it otherwise. But here you were, curled up and feeling very cozy on San’s lap with his balls kissing your chin.

You lost track of time, letting out a muffled groan once in a while when you’d feel San adjust himself and, therefore, humping his cock deeper in your voice box by accident. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d thank your lucky stars that he’d trained your gag reflex a long, long time ago.

San didn’t stop working, and with the warmth of his body, the repeated clacking of the keyboard, and his steady breathing, it wrapped you like a lullaby. Before long, you felt your eyes closing. It reminded you of last night when he woke you up with him fucking you.

What you would give to experience that type of pleasure again. There was something about relinquishing all control to him that turned you on so much.

But you didn’t have to wait long. You groaned, disoriented, limbs heavy, mind still caught in that quiet fog between dreaming and waking. You were about to sit up, but suddenly, you felt a stabbing zing of pleasure down there that sent stars in your vision. “San! Oh—”

San lifts your legs up, leaning close to press your lips together for a sweet, sinful kiss. You swallow a whine when he eases on top of you, burying himself completely up to the hilt.

“I can’t get enough of you, baby, what are you doing to me?” San moans out, his thrusts so  agonizingly slow that you feel that familiar heat build up inside your lower belly. He tips his head into your neck. “Y/N,” he moans again, long and low.

“A-Ah, how long w-was I out?” You asked, your sleepy eyes gazing back at his lust-filled ones. “Fuck, that’s it, just like that,” you gasped, holding onto his arm for support. “I love you, San.”

“Love you too, baby,” he says, voice rough, smoothing a hand up and down your spine as he slowly fucks up into you. “Couple of hours. God, I’m gonna come.”

You try to rock back to meet each slow thrust, not wanting San to go faster so much as you want him deeper. “Please,” you whined.

He groans, spilling his seed deep into you for what you assumed was the last time for tonight. He puts all his weight onto you, careful not to crush you, heaving repeated breaths that he tried to catch before he gives you a chaste kiss on the forehead.

He pulls out, going down on you again, and for a second, you thought he was going to suck his own cum out again and give it to you. The very thought of it had you blushing madly up to your ears.

Imagine your surprise when you felt his fingers dig into you, instead. “W-What are you doing?”

He eyes you once, a small smirk painting his lips, groaning under his breath at the sight of his cum just pouring out of you. “I’m making room for more,” he flatly said, scooping his cum out of you with his fingers. 

It had you whining and squeezing against his fingers at how filthy and erotic the act of it was. He clicks his tongue, though, because no matter what he did, your pussy just kept gushing everything out. “Fuck, love, looks like you’ve finally reached your limit,” he laughed.

“Funny,” you deadpanned, trying to pretend that it didn’t turn you on.

It was probably midnight by now, no, you were pretty sure it was past midnight now. You stretched your arm - just now realizing you were in bed - to try and grab your phone from the nightstand to check the time, but you gasped when your arms were grabbed roughly.

“San?” You tilted your head in confusion, but all that did was make him pin your arms down to your sides. 

Your heart stilted in your chest. He didn’t say anything, but he had that animalistic look in his eyes. And then, it hits you. “San,” you gulped. “How long have you been fucking me in my sleep?”

He smirked, pinning your wrists with more added weight. “Does it matter?”

Now that you were thinking about it, your cunt felt abnormally sore. Your eyes fluttered shut when San thrusted sharply once into you in one go, fucking his cum back into with his cock.

And just when you thought it was impossible, San fucks you hard - he fucks you the hardest he’s ever fucked you in general. It had your shrill voice bouncing obnoxiously throughout the room along with the loud squelching of his previous cum.

“Take it, you whore, take my fucking cock,” he roared amidst your screams.

He gripped your hair in one hand and buried his face into your shoulder to muffle his noises. The tears and spit dampened his skin as you continued to take what he was giving you. He could feel his balls drawing up tight, all of his muscles coiling in preparation for the orgasm he knew was coming.

Your mind automatically went to your thoughts when you woke up today - the regret. You had definitely underestimated the way San took advantage of this deal you had going on, but that wasn’t what made you regret this.

Because you’d thought you had power when you made the offer. You’d thought it was your way of controlling the goodbye; of saying, fine. Take this. Remember me like this.

But he turned it inside out, and now, you were the one unraveling beneath him.

“God, I fucking love you,” he moaned out, marking your neck up with the abstract patterns of his lips. “You don’t know how much you mean to me.” 

And worst of all, he enjoyed it. Not just the act. Not just your body. He enjoyed seeing you like this. Honest. Shaken. Open in a way you never let yourself be.

“I l-love—San, God, p-please,” you stuttered, your tongue lolling out pathetically from your mouth.  The low, pleased hum in his throat when you tried to form words and failed spurred you on.

He was always so still, so unreadable until now. Now, he wasn’t stoic - he was focused. Just your body, your breath, and the way you whispered his name like it meant something, it was all he needed right now 

And for the first time, he let himself show it - how much he wanted you. How badly he’d miss you. How he’d burn down everything else, piece by piece, just to make these hours count.

“Gonna fuck my cum into you so deep, love,” his breathing was laboured, his hips stuttering into a rhythm without any dynamics in them. “Maybe you’ll still be dripping with my cum by the time I get discharged.”

That imagery was what sent you over the edge. The very thought of it in the back of your head already had you getting hot and bothered for the next time you’d see each other again.

San's eyes rolled back in pleasure and he groaned loudly. He wished this could last forever, but he was genuinely spent now. What he wouldn't give to have you crying on his cock every day, giving you load after load of cum. The very thought made him tremble.

There were no more orgasms that you could give him, being spent from the entire day of just having his cock inside you, but you still fluttered weakly against his cock, squeezing and milking it for all its worth. It still felt so good on your end.

San didn’t move away nor did he let go. He wasn’t ready, and he also knew you weren’t ready either. You didn’t dare breathe or make a sound as you tried to level yourself back to your body. Not yet.

Not when his hands were on you like that. Not when he looked at you like this. Not when he touched you like you were the only thing he wasn’t willing to leave behind.

If tonight was all you had left, then you wanted to remember this. 

Against your will, your tears fell. All this was a distraction from the reality that you were going to be without San for two years straight and now that it was over, it was hitting you all at once.

He held you tighter when he felt your body shake and tremble and maybe, that’s what did it for him too.

Then he finally spoke, low and unsteady. “I hate this.”

You lifted your head, just enough to see his face. His eyes were locked somewhere across the room, like he couldn’t bear to look at you while he said it.

“I hate knowing you’re gonna be here and I won’t be,” he continued. “I hate that this is the only option I have because I’d have to go to the military anyway, so I’d rather do it now.”

Your heart was already breaking open again, tears slipping silently down your cheeks as you stared at him. He quickly wipes your tears, alarmed. He gets it, he was never one to let his feelings out.

Something tugged at you from your chest, and you needed to come clean to him. “What if you change your mind?” You asked quietly, your voice smaller than you meant it to be. “What if two years from now, after being away, you realize you never loved me?”

San went deathly still and you almost took the question back, but you had to say it. It was what has been bothering you the entire time. He didn’t answer, he just looked at you, steady and quiet.

“What if you go away, and two years from now, you realize you don’t love me the same way?” The words tumbled out like you’d been holding them in for too long. “That maybe this was just comfort?”

He didn’t flinch, but his heart squeezed tight in his chest, hurt that you would feel that way. It was what made him realize that just because he gave you his business doesn’t equate to security even though he trusted you with everything he had.

He glanced at the drawer again where he stored the gift he had bought for you yesterday, the one that he’d been casting discreet glances at, the one that reminded him of you so, so much.  He exhaled slowly, and without a word, he leaned over to open the drawer to finally take it out.

San pulls out a small box and your breath instantly catches. He turns back towards you, not meeting your eyes, and opens it gently with practiced calm, like he didn’t want to die with nervousness as his heart thudded against his ribs.

Your lips parted, but no words came.You stared at him, stunned, a fresh wave of tears welling up, but different. This time, it was with warmth.

The box sat there in his hand but with that quiet steadiness that you loved about him that he always carried with him, even when the world around him trembled.

“You want proof I won’t change my mind?” he said, voice low and steady. “This is it.”

You blinked, the sting of tears returning as your heart pressed harder against your ribs. You looked down at the ring. Then back at him.

He looked up at you, finally meeting your eyes. “I want to come back to you,” he said, the vulnerability in his eyes making your eyes sting with more tears. “I’ve been carrying this around for months. Never knew when was the right time. I guess there’s not really a perfect one.”

“You are my home, Y/N,” he smiled softly. "And I wouldn’t be leaving anything behind if I didn’t already decide that everything I want is right here.”

And suddenly, the fear inside you didn’t feel so loud anymore. You took the ring from his hand, sliding it onto your finger like it had always belonged there. You didn’t say yes - you didn’t have to.

His shoulders dropped the moment it was done. Not dramatically just a quiet, subtle release like he was breathing out for the first time in hours. Then, for once, his voice faltered. “Will you wait for me?” San asked, hesitant.

You leaned forward, touching your forehead to his. “Don’t ask me if I’ll wait for you like I’d ever do anything else.”

“I’ll come back to you,” he said. “No matter what happens. I swear to you, I’ll come back and marry you. I know I don’t say much, but I promise you that.”

You nodded, tears slipping down your cheeks, because even though his voice was still calm, and his face didn’t show much, he was holding your hand like a man trying to memorize the feeling of home.

You wiped your face with the sleeve of his shirt. “Well, that was the least romantic proposal I’ve ever seen.”

His brow lifted. “You said yes. I gave you the business and a ring. What more do you want, fireworks?”

You smirked. “Maybe. A little.”

He groaned softly, pulling you into his chest. “I should’ve just eloped in silence.”

You grinned against him. “And miss all this romance?”

“Yes,” he rolled his eyes, not bothering to argue with you because that’s how much he loved you. 

You laughed, and even though your chest still ached, even though goodbye was still coming. For now, you had this - San, a ring, and a future to look forward to. 

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✶ CLOSE TO YOU : PARK SUNGHOON ( 日语)

𝖠𝖫𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖸 ⸝⸝ 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌

𝓲 ⦂ 성훈 x f!reader ﹑ 5OOwc. && lots of kissing, petnames, skinship . . . fluff oneshot , slightly childhood friends 2 lovers ── ARCHiVE

DANiELLE : for my @tzyunaes only >//< since she wrote me a hee oneshot HAHA.. yes i'm double posting :0

SUNGHOON'S CHEST RISES AND FALLS IN A STEADY RHYTHM, his face turned toward you as he sleeps. the warm glow of the bedside lamp casts small shadows over his perfect features—long lashes brushing against his cheeks, lips slightly parted, and hair falling messily across his forehead.

you'd been sitting there for the past twenty minutes, just staring.you try to convince yourself to let it go, to not be weird about it. but your fingers are fidgeting with the hem of your hoodie, and your thoughts keep circling back to the same thing.

"just one kiss," you whisper under your breath, voice barely audible. it’s not like he’d know. he’s asleep, and he probably wouldn’t even wake up. besides, you’ve wanted to kiss him for ages, ever since you first met him 10 years ago.

you get up from your spot and inch closer. your knees feel weak when you stop right in front of him. finally, finally, you let your lips brush against his, a featherlight kiss that lasts less than a second.

you freeze, eyes darting to his face, but he doesn’t move. you glance at him, ready to exhale in relief—

but his eyes are open.

you freeze, wide-eyed, as he blinks at you. his voice is low and a little raspy, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “one more, please, pretty girl.”

“what—i thought you were asleep!” you finally manage to say.

“i was,” he murmurs, voice raspy but amused. “but someone decided to steal a kiss from me. didn’t think i’d notice?”

your face feels like it’s on fire. “i wasn't stealing-"

he cuts you off by leaning closer, his hand gently cupping your jaw. “then give me another one, and we’ll call it even.”

you freeze, completely helpless under his gaze, but he doesn’t wait for an answer. his lips meet yours again. his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

you shove his chest lightly, face burning. “stop teasing me, hoon.”

“can’t help it,” he grins, pressing another quick kiss to the corner of your mouth. “you’re too cute when you’re flustered.”

before you can retaliate, he leans in again, capturing your lips in another soft kiss, his hands trailing to your waist. you lose track of how long you stay like that, kissing each other.

“was that so hard, pretty girl?” he whispers, his smile sleepy but utterly disarming.

you roll your eyes, trying to mask the way your heart is still racing. “you’re unbelievable.”

“says the girl who kissed me first,” he counters, his grin widening.

[yeetus-feetus]

Duke is a much smaller Duke one day, he's lost all his memories beyond the young age he is now and he's scared and confused.

He doesn't know where is. But then there's Tim, his Robin! And suddenly everything is ok.

The bats have no idea what's going on, but Duke refuses to go to anyone but Tim. He's also a little ball of energy bouncing off all the walls, and Tim is SO tired. "Robin- Tim, come play tag with me!"

One night Tim ends up passing out at his desk, a sleeping Duke cuddling into him on his lap.

Except when Duke wakes up Tim is small too.

And he doesn't remember who Duke is!!

So Duke reintroduces himself and Tim let's himself be dragged downstairs to the actually Batcave!

Bruce is looking at them in absolute astonishment, they're so small!!

Damian laughs at Tim's smallness and Tim gives a cold glare. Maybe age can't change some things.

"where are Nightwing and the new Robin?" Tim asks.

"I'm Robin."

"no, I meant Jason!" Tim huffs and crosses his arms. Ah, he's so young he still believes Jay is Robin.

Duke is still clinging to him, but Tim can't bring himself to mind all too much.

Bruce doesn't know how to handle these boys, between a hyperactive Duke and an absolute menace Tim.

Dick tries to help, but even he can't keep up with the mischief and shenanigans they get up to together.

"dick pick us up!"

"yeah! Pick us up pick us up! And swing us around until we get dizzy!"

"again!"

"again!"

It's time to bring out the big guns, and by that they mean calling Jason over to the manor.

Tim settles immediately, but Duke remains overly weary around the large man with guns strapped to his thighs. He's kinda scary.

But Tim likes Jason well enough. At some point he ends up cuddled up with Jason who's stretched out on the couch, and Duke is just a little bit jealous.

"hey stop hogging him! Tim is mine," Duke pouts.

Jason raises an eyebrow at the boy, and Tim tilts his head. "You know there's enough room for both of us up here, right? Jason is a lot bigger than he used to be."

Duke considers this. "Mm okay, but only because you're up there". And he climbs up into Jason's lap to cuddle into Tim's side.

It's calm for a moment, until Duke starts to fidget, not able to stay still for too long. Jason let's put an annoyed noise and looks at them over the top of his book. "Would you quit it I'm tryna read here".

"what are you reading?" Duke asks.

"Macbeth."

Tim scrunched his nose up. "Why are you reading that?"

"I like it. Reminds me of school", and Tim catches something in his tone that Duke absolutely doesn't.

"it sounds silly. Will you red it to us?"

Jason looks at the both of them for a very long moment before signing. "Sure, but you've gotta stay still, your knees are already in my ribs."

The three of them all end up falling asleep like that, tucked into the lounge and curled up together.

Except when they wake up in the morning, Jason is scrawny little boy, even smaller than Tim and Duke.

Tim explains what he can to the tiny Jason as Duke sneaks some snacks from the kitchen cupboard for them.

Cass catches them stuffing their faces with junk food and squeals. "Three baby brother's now!" And scoops them all up as the quick and try to squirm away.

"gotta tell B"

"wait who are you exactly?" Jason asks.

"big sister", Cass smiles and pets his curls.

"no way! Really? That's so cool, I've never had a big sister before", he exclaims.

Cass carries all three of them down to the Batcave because she's so strong and awesome! And Jason can't believe he ends up with such a cool sister.

"Batman!!!" Jason shouts in pure excitement, and Bruce turns around and almost cries.

Because look how small!! Oh baby Jay lad!! So precious and smol!

"I think the de-aging syndrome may be contagious", Tim speaks up. "You should have us all properly quarantined until you can find a cure."

quarantine is fun, for Jason and Tim at least (tiny Tim is plotting revenge on whoever caused this, Jason is reading and occasionally shouting at the characters). Duke can't stand having to stay still in the same one room for so long.

idk where this is going, but consider this awesome 3am idea of mine

[buggy-beetle-agere]

Bedtime, baby

After a long day of work, you came home to your caregiver taking gentle care of you.

Today was the longest day at work. At least, it felt like it. For you, the day just droned on and on. All you wanted to do was go home and relax.

The drive home felt even worse. Traffic went on for miles, and what's usually a 20 minute drive lasted for almost an hour. You were exhausted, and you just wanted to get home to your partner.

After what felt like a year and a half, you finally pulled into your driveway, hurriedly turning off your car, gathering your belongings, and walking through the front door.

To your surprise, your partner seemed to have a hunch. They had a whole set up made just for you.

On the couch in the living room sat your favorite stuffie, a small fidget toy, and a paci all laid out neatly on your favorite soft blanket. On the TV was your favorite comfort movie on pause, waiting just for you.

You shut the door behind you, setting your keys up and belongings on the coffee table, and as you walked further into the apartment, your partner was in the kitchen, holding a small plate of chicken nuggets in one hand and a sippy cup full of juice.

"Hi, honey," your partner cooed, handing you the plate and juice. They placed a hand on your back, leading you out of the kitchen and on the couch, sitting you down and unpausing the movie.

You weren't completely sure what to do. Everything was perfect, and completely unexpected. You felt like you hit a wall. No matter how wonderful this was you just... couldn't.

Your partner took notice of your awry expression, petting your hair.

"What's up?" they asked.

You set your food down on the coffee table and sighed. "This is perfect, really," you said. "I just... this is so nice of you. I just can't do it right now. I'm just tired."

Your partner nodded. "That's ok, bubbas. But I do think this would help you a lot." They paused the movie again, bringing you into a hug. "Can we try something?" You nodded. All you wanted was to just relax. You knew they were right, this would help after the day you had.

They stood up, grabbing your hand and leading you along into your shared bedroom. "Sit here, baby," they said, sitting you down on your bed, and they walked into the bathroom. You wondered what they could possibly be doing in there after hearing rustling.

They came back out holding... a piece of paper? How odd.

But as they came closer, you could see the small details on it. Your heart fluttered when you found out it was a diaper. Your face flushed, and your partner chuckled.

"Can I put this on, bubbas?" they asked. You nodded sheepishly, laying down on the bed.

Expertly, they slipped off your bottom half and folded the diaper on. You sat up, loving how soft it felt. You could already feel the wall breaking, and yourself slipping.

"Let's get you back out so you can eat your dinner, ok? It's starting to get late, honey." You nodded, letting them lead you back out onto the couch. You were much more receptive to everything that had been previously laid out.

After the movie ended and you finished eating, you felt your eyelids become heavier. You practically fell sideways onto your partner, letting your eyes close.

"Oh, is my baby getting sleepy?" they asked. You nodded, turning to hug their waist. They chuckled, moving to pick you up. "You can't fall asleep on me."

But I want to, you thought. But as you opened your mouth to tell your partner, all that came out was incoherent babbles.

Your partner smiled. They slipped your paci in your mouth, let you grab hold of your stuffed animal, and picked you up, letting you rest your head on their shoulder.

"Oh, my, you're so small! Look at you!" They danced in front of a mirror in the entry way, swaying back and forth, making silly faces at you. You couldn't help but giggle.

"Does my bubbas want a bottle before bed?" they asked. You nodded enthusiastically. They whisked you away into the kitchen, pulling a bottle out of a cupboard. They set you down on the counter, and you frowned.

"Hey honey, it's ok. I just need to get the milk, ok?" Reluctantly, you nodded, whining in response.

They poured the milk into the bottle and a splash of vanilla inside, knowing that's exactly how you liked it, and threw it in the microwave for a few seconds, warming it up to soothe you to sleep.

Once everything was ready, they grabbed the bottle, picked you back up, collected your blanket off of the couch, and laid you down in bed, changing your shirt to a comfy sleep shirt and clipping your paci onto the collar of your shirt. Carefully, they slipped the paci out of your mouth, letting it hang by your side, and set the tip of the bottle in your mouth. They smiled as they felt you drinking the milk, and pet your hair softly.

Once the bottle was empty once again, they set it down on their night stand, placing the paci back in your mouth, and slipping the blankets over you. You were content, you were tiny, and you were finally, finally, relaxed. They were right. This was exactly what you needed.

[letters-to-rosie]

random Ekko thoughts

so I'm trying to get a little fic writing in, and I was thinking of some timebomb takes I've seen recently. I realized that a lot of opinions people have on their relationship and how it's depicted center around Jinx, and I was wondering what care people give towards writing Ekko, so here are some things I like to include when writing him:

perfectionist. Ekko, at least in League canon, goes back and forth over and over to craft a perfect moment. I think he'd be observant, detail-oriented, probably a little neurotic, definitely the type to replay an awkward interaction over and over in his head in the shower or before falling asleep

emotionally guarded. first, I gotta say I don't think Ekko would want to be this way. but he's been through so much he finds it useful to have walls up. it's not like all the toughness is a defense mechanism—he fights for what he believes in and is clearly very brave (who else makes hoverboards ffs). he does miss, though, the times and people that allowed him to be more vulnerable, and he treasures it when he has it. his childhood ended way too soon

chronic overthinker. this goes back to the perfectionism, but I think he'd constantly be questioning everything. he's good on his feet, but he likes to have a plan, and he'd tends to think about those for a long time

charismatic as hell. this one I think is proven by the show, lol. Ekko seems very personable, likes to haggle (at least as a kid), and is liked enough to lead a resistance movement. I think he'd make good speeches and be good at convincing people. this would, of course, cause drama with Jinx, because he'd be like "all these people believe in me and my former best friend doesn't," ow

drama. I like to give him a pretty dramatic inner monologue, lol. I also like to think he's self-aware enough to realize he's being dramatic in the moment and to then continue the drama anyway

enjoyer of thrills. hoverboard. need I say more?

childish and playful side. didn't get to have a full childhood and cherishes getting to let that side out. cue fluff

fidgeter. it preceded the tinkering

player of mind games. this is mostly based on how he treats Caitlyn and Vi after kidnapping them, putting them through what essentially amounts to tests (for, imo, understandable reasons). he also goads Jinx into a game he knows he'll be able to win. I think he'd apply this thinking to other scenarios, be they big or small

too-big sense of responsibility. would feed into the drama for sure. he feels the weight of his community on his shoulders, and because he wants things to go well, and because they're counting on him, he takes on a lot that he maybe should not

self-righteous. he strikes me as filled with righteous anger. he's right, most of the time. on the occasion he isn't, this causes problems

proud. wouldn't be a real issue in most situations, but it's there

irreverent. he flips off cops as a kid. we love him for this

smart. this is obvious, but sometimes can be forgotten in the fandom. I'd see Ekko as book-smart and having street-smarts (or at least a lot more than Jayce, but that's a low bar). I think his verbal skills would also be a bit more polished than some of the other science-inclined characters (cough cough Jinx). I think it's also notable that among the others (Jayce, Viktor, Heimerdinger, Jinx), Ekko is the main science character who has no access to proper schooling at any point. sure, he has his job with Benzo, but it's unclear how much that would have taught him. Silco probably got at least books for Jinx, and the others had real teachers. there's an element of resourcefulness in Ekko's smarts which is laudable, imo

very dorky. we love a man with range. I feel like he would be able to operate on multiple levels, one in which he's this cool charismatic leader and another when you get to know him better, who makes science puns and has a lot of insecurities, which naturally leave him replaying awkward conversations in the shower. layers!

idealistic. you have to give people what they need to live

heart of gold. one thing that always strikes me is that Ekko is really the only member of the main cast concerned enough with the plight of the average person in Zaun to make it his whole business. he's tending to the crisis in a way that is simultaneously very grounded and (again) idealistic, where substance use recovery is very much needed in the setting but he's also (perhaps in contrast to Vander) throwing himself into battles that are unsustainable because he believes in his cause, even if the persecution is so bad he has to hide over it

disaster bi (this one is for me)

Ekko's a really layered and interesting character. I wanted to bring up some things I think about when writing him because of posts I've seen recently about him being reduced to "Jinx's boyfriend" (due to anti-black racism, of course) and posts just kinda about timebomb in general? I think because it's been canon that Ekko has a crush of Jinx for so long, it's easy to take that for granted and not give much thought to his side of the ship. we also spend a lot more time in Jinx's head than his in the show, even though the brief moment we do spend in his head introduces a whole new art style and the best song on the soundtrack (fight me)

obviously, I'm a shameless Ekko and Firelights stan. he's my favorite character in Arcane and one of my favorites in anything ever, so it was fun to flesh out my headcanons, things I think are extrapolatable from canon, and just some of the traits that go into writing him. if people have others (or just traits and things they think are interesting) I'd love to hear them! I love my brilliant and contradictory boy!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

is logan a cuddler?

Away in a Bubble

Logan never sits still for long. Always seeking distraction. Always longing for peace.

That day, he tries.

He's never been one for movies. Hollywood lies and daydreams. It's all just bullshit.

But Bubbly strolls into the east den, her favourite place as it's not as busy as the others, and turns on the TV. He doesn't know why he's there or why he keeps coming back there but there he is.

She doesn't notice him at first. She casts from her phone as she huffs and a single bubble floats up over her. They always shine in a certain way, refracting soft shades and never popping, just sort of drifting away.

"Try smacking the thing," he growls.

She squeaks and turns to him. She gives a smile that makes her eyes glow. Sometimes, they have colour. Sometimes they are translucent and almost clear like her bubbles.

"Oh, you're just like a cat," she chides. "Sneaking up on me."

"A cat?" He crosses his arms as he remains on the couch.

"Sure, slinking around, going wherever you want, and oh, you have claws."

His cheek dimples. She could make him smile if she really tried but he doesn't think she does. That's just who she is. She's too aloof to know she doesn't annoy him quite as much as the rest.

"I've been dying to see this one," she skips over to the couch and flops onto the cushion, another flutter of bubbles burst around her. "Do you like ghosts?"

"Ghosts aren't real," he grumbles. If anyone sat so close, he'd move. Not her. She smells like vanilla or something like it.

"Um, how do you know?" She puts her phone down and nestles into the couch as the intro begins on the screen.

He grunts. He's seen people walk through walls and float around but they're alive. He's never seen a dead person rise no matter how much he longed for them to.

"Only ghosts that we make," he tuts.

"You ever tried an ouija board?"

"It's garbage. Those scammin' mediums used to play with their glasses and their letters back a century and a half ago. I was there. I heard their lies."

"Oh," she pouts and think. "I'm sorry, Mr. Wolverine." She turns to face the screen, "it's hard to lose people. Bet you lost a lot."

"Some," he growls.

"Sorry if... I wasn't being serious, just silly. I know my parents are dead, I just like to pretend," she says as she folds her hands on her lap.

He frowns. He didn't mean to upset her. He was only being honest. His honesty isn't always nice but he shouldn't be mean to her.

"Nah, bub, don't worry 'bout it. I'm just being me."

She's quiet as her thumbs twirl around each other, a flutter of tiny bubbles flowing out from around the motion.

"What's the movie about?"

She wiggles, "it's about a woman who buys a house and meets her own ghost. I don't know how that works but it's what I heard."

"Strange," he utters.

She giggles, "isn't it?"

He nods. He should leave. She didn't ask him to watch with her but he didn't ask her to sit either. He'll stay. He doesn't have much else to do.

He watches the screen but his focus is fractured by her fidgeting. She finally stills, even closer to him as she hugs as pillow over her crossed legs. The eerie mood builds on screen and she jumps with each jarring note of the soundtrack.

She gasps and squirms along with the plot. He thinks it's kind of ridiculous but she's into it. Sometimes things that aren't real feel safer. He gets that.

As the movie drags on, she grows stiller. When he feels her weight against him, he worries. He looks at her. Her head falls against his shoulder. He shrugs, just a bit, but she doesn't react.

She's asleep. He watches her as the movie's sounds continue to play. Gently he shifts and brings his arm around her. Large, almost completely translucent bubbles rise from her, escaping from between her lips. He holds her, his heart racing as he panics at the thought of her waking.

She snorts and nestles into him. The bubbles waft away and he stares. Is she awake then?

Slowly the world around them turns to a glossy sheen. His brows pinch and he peers around. There's a large bubble wrapped around them. It smells like cookies baking, like a fire crackling, and the night sky. It smells like her dreams.

He can't let go then. Not with that bubble around. Not with the peace he's found; not from distraction but in reality itself. Even if this movie is horrible.

[spacebaby1]

Sukuna x Reader (Angst)....

Sukuna was already angry and annoyed when he got home; someone at work hadn't been keeping up with their work and stressed him a lot. So when he got home and saw the couch pillows on the floor, it made him snap. Usually, it's not a big deal since he knows sometimes you'd sit on the floor and not the couch for some reason.

"WHY CAN'T YOU FOR ONCE GATHER THE PILLOW BACK?" He snapped throwing his briefcase on the table making you flinch in your position, you just looked at him as he angrily picked the pillows up and threw them on the couch while you stood there fidgeting with your hand. "S-sorry" was all you mumbled before he snapped again, "SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE."

Running upstairs you went to the guests room heavily breathing as you tried to calm yourself down. Him snapping reminded you of how your father used to act around the house all throughout your childhood and just as you did when you were younger; you'd hide in a room and cover your ears while humming so you won't hear the yelling. Lying down on the floor with your hands still covering your ears and tears staining your cheeks somehow you fell asleep in between doing that.

After few hours Sukuna had changed and went back downstairs only to find you nowhere, he looked in the kitchen; you weren't there so he went back to your room and still you weren't there. He decided to check the only room he hasn't checked yet; the guestroom. He did find you until he walked further in the room, only to find you asleep on the floor beside the bed with your hands on your ears; curdle up in a ball. Sukuna's eyes widened as he rushed towards you. Carefully he placed his hand on your cheek and noticed the tears stains he hated himself for making you cry. He knew it was his fault. Slowly gathering you in his arms caused you to flinch awake, you jumped out of his arms falling on your butt, "Oh, I'm sorry I fell asl-" you tried to get up but he caught your hand making you fall in his arms, you looked at his frowned eyes a bit scared, "I-I'm sorry about t-the pillows, don't hit me, please." You blinked so did he before he moved strand of your hair behind your ears, "Why would you think I'll hit you?" He asked in a low voice.

You shrugged, "You were A-angry." He's eyes widened, "who laid their hands on you? Names." You blinked twice before speaking almost as a whisper, "My father, he'd get angry and would do that. Hit me, I'm sorry-".

Sukuna hugged you and let out a sigh as he placed his hand on your head, "I'm such an idiot. Please forgive me for snapping at you I'm sorry baby. I'll never even think about hurting you, do you forgive me?" You nodded in response wrapping your arms around him, you spoke "I'll try to not throw the pill-".

"No, no, no baby you can do whatever you want, this is your home. And you can throw whatever pillows you want, hell even throw the TV and I won't mind!" You chuckled at his words as you pulled away from the hug, "but I like the TV, I get to watch my shows in it." He smiled at you caressing your cheek, "I know you do, baby. Come on now I'm hungry."

Later that night Sukuna looked for where your father lived because he decided to give him a little visit later that week. You shuffled on the bed beside him fast asleep reaching for Sukuna even in your sleep, he hugged you closer and kissed your head, "I love you so much."

[sodascribbles]

YEAR OF THE ECHIDNA - INNOCENCE

@year-of-the-echidna

contains: knuckles being a little kid. maddie being a good mom.

relationships: knuckles & maddie

characters: knuckles & maddie; the other wachowskis appear very briefly

read on ao3 here!

. . .

Tails charges into the house with a bundle in his arms. "I made a mistake!" He's on the verge of tears; Sonic's at his side in an instant, Tom and Maddie close behind.

"I— I was working on an invention, and Knuckles was helping me—"

"Knuckles was helping you?"

"Well, he was listening, but it was helpful! It— it exploded! And I don't know if it was chaos energy or if I did something, but— but—"

"Something exploded?" Tom echoes incredulously.

"Is anyone hurt?" Maddie interjects, "Where's Knuckles?"

Tails shifts the bundle. Laying there, small, miserable-looking, and quite frankly adorable, is Knuckles.

He's on something comfortable. If he was napping, maybe a little more wouldn't hurt. . . is what he would say if he were just a puggle! He sits up and lets the blankie fall from his shoulders. He's a big kid. He doesn't need naps.

. . .

Jmm. Knuckles rubs blearily at his eyes. Had he fallen asleep? He hopes not— he's getting too big for naps.

There's a voice beside him, muffled, speaking words that are familiar but somehow aren't processing to him. He makes a sleepy little hum and shakes his head.

The person sitting next to him is not an echidna. He freezes. Something in the back of his head says safe and trust and Mother.

"Sweetie," she says, with a face that's trying not to look worried but is looking worried anyway. Oh. Knuckles can understand her. "Can you hear me?"

"Mhm," he responds, rubbing his eyes again. His head hurts; his whole body feels... strange. Maybe this was the healer's burrow.

The Mother sighs in a good way, but her face is still worried-but-pretending. "Thank goodness. Hi, baby. How are you feeling?"

Knuckles considers this for a long moment. He doesn't really know. "I d'nno," he responds honestly. "Head hurts a little. But I'm okay."

"Do you, um, know who I am?"

He doesn't know a lot of things right now. She looks familiar. His memories are all fuzzy, but he knows she's nice. The back of his head is still saying 'Mother,' but that can't be right, because she's not an echidna. Was she? No.

"Yes. And no," he hums. He looks up at her. Soft face. Long hair (fun to play with. Maybe if he asked really nicely she'd let him braid it.) Pink sweater. Warm hugs.

"Okay," she whispers. Her face wobbles a little. Knuckles hadn't meant to make her sad. . . "Do you know my name? Do you know *your* name?"

"I'm Knuckles," he says, puffing up his chest. That's what people like Mother and Fast and Fluffy and Father called him. So it had to be his name. (Something in his chest screams wrong wrong wrong like a little wailing puggle.) "And you're Mother."

×

Knuckles has never called her mom before. Maddie tries to find the 'right' way to respond, takes too long, and doesn't respond at all. She internally smacks herself in the face as his big, observant eyes tip downward. He fidgets with his adorable little hands. Paws? Claws? His little hands.

"Okay," Maddie finally says, her voice warm. She carefully swallows the fluttery feeling she gets when her boys call her mom. "I'm glad you know me, sweetie. You said your head hurt?"

"A little," Knuckles responds, shrugging. "Feels all. . . fuzzy. Like the blankie. Blanket."

Maddie has melted into a little puddle on the floor, by the way. Not literally. But seeing his adorable little face scrunch up and hear him say 'blankie'. . .

In a more bittersweet way, it's nice to see him honest. When he was big, Knuckles would have denied a headache until he literally couldn't anymore.

"Anything else?" She prods, restraining every urge to reach out for him. He scrunches his face up again (adorable!) and thinks for a moment.

"Nope."

"Well, that's good," Maddie hums. She's pretty sure he's not concussed— the headache must just be a side effect of suddenly becoming a child again. She supposes that makes sense, or at least as much sense as anything can when one's talking about suddenly becoming a child again. "Are you hungry? Do you want some, um. . . grapes?"

Knuckles' eyes go huge and bright and excited. He looks up at her like she's hung the stars. (The look is familiar. He always looks at her like that, just. . . less. Subdued. She shoves the thought away for later.)

"I like grapes."

"I know you do, sweetie." She stands from the couch. "You want to come with me, or do you want me to bring them to you?"

"I can help!" Knuckles hops off the couch and plants his hands on his hips. He smiles. There's a big gap where a tooth is missing. Maddie is still a metaphorical little puddle on the floor.

She leads the way to the kitchen. "I'm sure you can," she says.

Maddie swings open the fridge and does not even slightly get the chance to grab the bag of grapes before Knuckles gets to them. He clambors up a shelf and when he jumps down, he's got the bag over his head, victorious.

Knuckles beams at her. She closes the fridge (miraculously unharmed), and helps him up into a seat at the table. He folds his little hands and doesn't take any grapes until she gives them to him. He's so. . . different. Open. Starry-eyed.

Maddie steals a grape to distract from the sudden lump in her throat. Knuckles doesn't talk a lot about what his life was like before the Wachowskis. Apparently Sonic and Tails knew about some of it, but— well, it wasn't their place to tell her, and she would respect that.

"Thank you, Mother."

She's never going to recover. "You're welcome, baby."

"'M no' a baby," he pouts through a mouthful. Oh, he's such a baby. Maddie's little baby boy.

"Sure you aren't," she responds, soft and warm. Knuckles looks so proud of himself for 'convincing' her.

She lets him eat. The lump in her throat remains.

Maddie loves Knuckles. Maddie will always love Knuckles. But there's a part of her that knows she's going to miss this little guy. She mourns his loss of innocence; she's unfathomably angry at the circumstances that lead this little boy to become. . . well, Knuckles.

He tilts his head at her like he can read her mind. Maddie swallows thickly, and smiles at him.

She'll take care of him for as long as she needs to. And maybe, when he's big again. . . maybe she can help him get some of this back. Maybe she'll see the stars in his eyes again.

[veellaaa]

Roux x fem! reader

mini fic

I haven't seen any south of midnight fics so this is jst testing the waters rn

pre-established relationship, they jst playin around wit eachother, fic inspo from a particular episode of martin(*ahem ahem season 4 ep 6) and sinners, if you get the references ur amazing

art doesn't belong to me, all creds go to the creators, i jst mashed them together on ibis paint and threw a filter on it like its some pinterest collage, I take no ownership of the art

pretty dividers made by @cafekitsune!!!

word count: 957

now then....

read at your own consumption..and try not to fall asleep..you never know when you'll find yourself trapped in a dream, or a nightmare..

Some say Kooshma always has two shadows beside him, whispers of the two making false promises of a better life to people with everything they ever wanted. They would then seal them into a town where dreams and nightmares thrive

Who you are, where you came from and who you could've been doesn't matter to them, old, young, nice, mean, it made no difference. Dreams are dreams, nightmares are nightmares, and fuel is fuel.

The pair can sense a person's deepest desires, What they wanted to be, who they wanted, what they couldn't get in life, and other things like their regrets, pain, even guilt eating away at them..

Or so the stories say, it could all be a lie, a twisted yet inspirational story to encourage people to live a fulfilling life

Regardless of the stories, it didn't stop life from hitting people hard and in the end, needing a pick-me-up in the form of an illusion

and so, you two work your magic and manipulation to keep Kooshma fed, a cruel joke for those trapped but it was either choosing powerful dreamers or letting Kooshma plague the minds of countless people.

Quality over quantity as they say

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You were in Roux's town, you both shared it but you didn't really bother doing anything to it so you mostly let him have his way with it

Right now you were backstage at Kooshmas cabaret, apparently a new weaver had appeared and now he was performing with her, while you waited you fidgeted with a bracelet that Roux had gotten you. He loved gifting you jewelry, you had many rings that matched his own hands, earrings that complimented your appearance, bracelets made from a wide variety of things, silver, crystals, wood, and so on

Thankfully this was not a one-sided thing, you were the one that tailored his suit and embroidered all the intricate designs on them, he is pretty tall so it's a lot of cloth to cover but every time you finish an outfit for him he shows them off proudly and wears them often

When an especially powerful dreamer came into the town you two would have some down time to yourselves, like the time you painted his nails for him while Kooshma fed on a poor man who was put in an endless loop of his trauma

It was quiet nights of normalcy that you enjoyed, no screams of terror, cries of sorrow, laughter of insanity, just you and him.

“Hello my darling”

a smile spread across your face, you didn't turn around just yet, “oh? and who might you be stranger? backstage is for employees only y'know”

floorboards creaked with his every step towards you, he quickly caught on to what you were doing and played along

“s'cuse me, I may be a lil lost now” large, silver adorned hands softly gripped both your shoulders, massaging the muscles there and easing the tension. You could tell he was smiling even without looking at him

You let out a sigh of relief, you felt like you could melt under him, your head tilted to the side as time went on

“must be real lost if ya wandered all the way back here, where you s'posed to be?” you let out a little chuckle when he leaned down and planted a small kiss to your neck.

“I'm on my way to see my lady, know where I can find her?” his breath against your neck and deep voice against your ear was oddly comforting, his whole presence really.

“Might have an idea of where she is, what business do ya have with her?” He chuckled and slid his hands off of your shoulders, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a silver ring with a snake design on it. he gently grabbed your hand, finally making you turn to face him

You eyes met his in a mutually fond gaze, his lingering a little longer before he raises your hand up, “I got her this here gift but..” he slid the ring on one of your fingers, it complimented the other ones. it was a perfect, snug fit.

“I'd say it looks better on you my dear” you smiled at the gift, it truly was beautiful, you took your hand up to further examine it, you huffed playfully, “Hope ya know I'm married by the way”

“Happily?”

Now this caught you by surprise, your cheeks heated up at how bold he sounded regardless if you two were already together

“Careful now..” you stepped towards him, you rose to your toes and wrapped your hands around his neck, in turn, he slid his arms around you and pulled you closer into a warm embrace, “You gon bite off more than you can chew”

you two continued to smile at one another for a little longer till he leaned down to kiss you

It was truly another one of those quiet nights that you enjoyed, no screams, cries or obnoxious laughter, just you and him

Yall never knew when you'd have to go your separate ways to try and satisfy Kooshmas endless hunger once more

When you two finally parted from the kiss you both couldn't contain your giggles, “Hey now, if ya wanted to put up an act like that you should've came on stage!” You slightly swayed side to side, “Well, my shows are exclusive, wouldn't want just anybody seein me preform right?”

His bright eyes seemed to glow brighter the more you looked into them, it didn't make them any less hypnotizing, it only lured you closer, despite how much pain was forever trapped in this place, when you two were together there wasn't a place you'd rather be.

“That's right, my dear”

AAAA hope yall enjoyed this, working on a laurent one next♡♡♡

...also part 2 for this is coming soon bc i actually liked this a lot

[skeleton-mischief]

what are the boys like to sleep with? Like, you mentioned Dust has to hug things or reader to be able to fall asleep, now I’m curious about the others,,, But for some reason I can most definitely see Saint be an insanely light sleeper(don’t blame him for all that bs he and Lunar went through). Like, someone’s walking round the house? He is immediately awake. Reader goes to get a glass of water or sm? He wakes up cause of the change of weight in the bed.

also I feel like at least one of the boys kick in their sleep…and red prolly takes up the entire bed idk he just seems like that kinda guy lololololololololol

Hello, hi! I'm trying to slowly crawl back into writing again, and since I remembered that it was Swap Sans' birthday yesterday, it inspired me to work on this! I hope you like it!!

Dust: As stated previously, he needs to hold onto something in order to peacefully sleep. When he fully can trust his surroundings, he's quite the heavy sleeper and loves to cling onto whatever he has a hold of. He likes to be warm, and he may purr a little

Vanilla: He can sleep wherever and however, since he is capable of doing so for comedic reasons. If he had a partner, his sleep schedule is so skewed it would be probable that he would fall asleep first any chance he could get. He likes to sort of- curl up, in some sense? He, like Dust, clings onto something but in a less desperate and clingy way. He likes to drape himself around something, if that makes sense? He prefers to cuddle in his sleep, and he drools a little when really comfortable. He likes to be the little spoon, but he is capable of switching it up at times since he just wants to be comfortable no matter what. He purrs loudly, as much as he may act like he never has

Cyperus: He sleeps very soundly and he rarely moves in his sleep. He snores a little, and only seems to purr when you both fall asleep at the same time. He would be great to sleep on as the big spoon, mainly because he's mastered the skill of doing so when he got bigger. (Vanilla and him used to cuddle a lot, it was always super nice bonding :-)) ) He's very punctual about sleeping at an appropriate time and about waking up early. If you're the type to sleep in, he's able to disentangle you from him with ease without waking you up, despite being as loud of a skeleton as he is. He likes to stroke your hair before he leaves, like a little pet as he makes sure you're cozy

Powder: He is similar to Cyperus in a lot of ways, but he is a bit of a lighter sleeper than him. He likes to cuddle no matter if he is the big or little spoon, but he likes the feeling of either. He stirs a bit in his sleep, but that usually just ends up with him finding a way to have you sleeping on his chest. He likes to have a slightly cold body temp when sleeping, so you don't have to worry about him stealing the blanket. He may sometimes wear specific clothes too when you cuddle together so that he doesn't wake up feeling sweaty. He rarely does this, but he may sometimes drool if he's had a long day and you're the perfect thing to sleep on, and he'll purr in appreciation while thanking you

Stretch: He LOVES cuddling, but he's much more shy about it than most. He likes the feeling of being relied on, so when you end up cuddling him he feels really special and happy. He makes sure not to move too much despite his more fidgety nature, usually having a fidget toy on hand if you fall asleep first. He likes being able to place his head on you sometimes though, and he gets really flustered when he does. He struggles going to sleep in general, but you're like a giant plushie for him. He smells really nice, so he naturally is aware that you'll probably feel more drowsy when around him. He doesn't mind if you fall asleep while he rambles, he can look at you when your features are relaxed without fear of looking weird. He purrs when he can cuddle, as much as he's embarrassed about it

Red: He does, in fact, move around a lot. He gets really hot, naturally, but his body temperature isn't used to being naturally cold unless he's asleep. So, while in the process of trying to stay warm and comfortable, he moves around a LOT. He steals the blanket often, snores, and he struggles staying asleep. When you come around, he gets really embarrassed and avoids trying to move around a lot. When he found out, though, that your chest is really soft AND warm? He clung onto you easily. He latches onto you, and he always finds a way to bury his face against you, even when drooling. (Ew/t) He purrs lowly and quietly, but he always denies doing so (he's embarrassed)

Pitch: He's the most similar to Cyperus when it comes to both of their sleeping habits. However, he wakes up in the middle of the night due to nightmares. He may wake up with a start, jolting awake when you least expect it. He doesn't sit up and panic like others may interpret, but you definitely feel when he wakes up. He holds really still, and you can feel how his bones may tremble, if not just a bit. He tries so hard not to wake you up, but if you do, he apologizes in a very formal, soft tone that is very different from his usual voice. He's not very cuddly, but under the blankets, away from prying eyes, his hands find yours for solace. He may just need you to let him stare at you for a bit, may need you to rub your thumb along his skeletal hands. Only then can he go back to sleep, his purring barely audible

Saint: You are very correct when it comes to how he sleeps. He struggles a lot with sleeping in general, and he's a light sleeper due to his paranoia. He senses when you're out of bed, or if something is wrong, due to his ability to read into the finer details. He likes to at least make sure you're close to him when sharing the bed. It had to take a lot to begin with to even be in the same bed, so your relationship would be very strong by then. This is when he's the most clingy, especially since he knows that you trust him enough to even sleep beside him. He's hyper vigilant, and it would be rare to be the one to see him asleep. He drools a little (picked up the pattern yet? Hehehe) and he looks the most relaxed at that state. He likes to stroke your hair when you are asleep, and he likes to stare at you. When he does get to sleep and he can trust his environment, he snores a little. He may struggle staying asleep, but when he's deeply able to sleep, he really loves to curl up with you in his arms. He likes being the either spoon, but he feels the most protective when he's the big spoon and he purrs while pressing his cheek against you

Lunar: Hyper vigilant, holding a lot of hyper tension. Lunar and Saint would take turns sleeping when they were in the underground, never both at the same time. When he's awake, he makes sure you're tucked in. He's very good at soothing, especially since he'd soothe Saint a lot when he struggled to sleep. He likes to rub your back, and he'll speak gently random things until you fall asleep. If he can manage to sleep though at the same time you do (he'd have to absolutely trust his environment completely), he barely stirs. He will sense if you're absent, but otherwise he just seems completely comfortable and relaxed. He places you close to his chest, and he'll have the most quiet of purrs. He would have thought he lost the ability to if it weren't for you

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AND FOR READING!!!(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

[themsource]

To Love and Support

"They're not gonna listen." Mabel whispered anxiously, combing shaky fingers nervously through tangled hair.

"They're going to listen." Dipper replied.

Mabel trembled and stopped walking.

Confused to see Mabel was no longer walking beside him, Dipper stopped not long after and slowly looked back. His expression falling from a reassuring smile to a worried frown.

"N-no, no, Dipper," Mabel stuttered, "They... they're not—"

"Hey," he cut Mabel off, a hand reaching up to squeeze a shoulder as he once again smiled softly. "They're going to listen."

A pregnant pause.

"...And if they don't?"

"Then we'll make them." Dipper stated.

He pulled Mabel close in a hug, uncaring for how awkward it felt. He wasn't used to being the calming sibling, usually being the one panicking and needing Mabel to ground him instead, but he was determined to try his best.

"They're our parents, they love us. And if they try to give you a hard time about it... well, no one bullies my brother but me."

Said brother snorted, Mabel's trembling slowly dying down until he was as steady as he always was when faced with a challenge. Still, Dipper held the hug a bit longer, making sure that Mabel could feel all the love and support he had for him in the rare embrace.

Soon as they broke apart Mabel offered Dipper a tiny grin, his braces flashing in the dim hall light.

"So you do listen to me."

Dipper rolled his eyes.

Of course Mabel would recognize the very line he'd fed him a hundred times growing up. But it was true. They'd both learned a lot about family and love after that first summer with their grunkles, and even more every summer after.

"Kind of hard not to with how loud you get." He teased.

Mabel scoffed and playfully shoved him, earning a chuckle as he drawled sarcastically, "And I'm only going to get louder the deeper my voice gets."

"Oh no..." Dipper feigned dread.

"Oh yes! Just you wait, as soon as Grunkle Ford starts me on..." He trailed off, all humor falling away as Mabel again ran his fingers through the ends of his hair. It was a whole four inches shorter than it used to be, but it was still long enough for the anxious fidget.

Dipper didn't let Mable have a moment to stew as he hummed, "You know, you're right. I can already hear your voice starting to crack. Soon as you get on testosterone you're not going be able to sing Sady Fairy anymore. Nothing but Ronny Buck from now on."

He pretended to be thinking for a moment before adding, "Might have you record his song 'Burnt' for me."

His brother predictably made a face.

"I'm still gonna sing 'West Coast Chicks'. I don't care how deep my voice gets!" Mabel protested. "Sady Fairy forever!"

The laughter they both erupted into was so relieving for the both of them. Like a fresh glass of water after a day spent melting in the hot sun.

Once the laughter petered out, Mable gently punched Dipper's shoulder, nothing but pure affection in his eyes.

"Thanks, bro-bro."

Dipper chuckled as he rubbed his arm.

"Sure thing, bro-bro."

The way Mabel lit up made Dipper smile.

His sibling's happiness was always worth whatever they went through together, and always would be. That expression had been worth traveling through time and flipping the world upside down again and again two summers ago. He never wanted it to ever vanish completely, and it never would.

Dipper was determined to make sure of it.

He held out his hand.

"Come on, mom and dad will be falling asleep soon. Think it's time they know they have two sons instead of just one, huh? Won't catch them more relaxed than now."

Mabel looked down at the offered palm, chewed his lip as his eyes darted up passed Dipper to their parent's bedroom before dropping again, and then finally took Dipper's hand.

The smile was forced, but it was so entirely Mable with how confident it was.

"Yeah."

They walked off together, hand in hand and right at each other's side.

[lauren-likes-to-type]

[Amanda the Adventurer] Amanda - "Headcanons"

["I'm sorry" divider by: k1ssyoursister] [Animated dividers by: grungenglam] [Partially inspired by: noelianoe1 and maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Summary: Personal headcanons I have for Amanda from the games.

Word Count: 1.31k Content + Warnings: Basic themes from the game, talks of depression, loneliness, very brief mentions of needles, experiments, crying, and screaming, general angst that's based on what we know about the games so far

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[A/N]: Just wanted to have a little bit of fun writing for this game because I genuinely adore it so much. I wanted to post this now so my account isn't completely dead the entire time I'm trying to catch up on requests. Also, some of y'all need to remember that this girl is a CHILD, for the love of god.

Enjoy!

Getting the darker / sadder stuff out of the way real quick

Definitely has depression, and she always feels alone, even when she’s around Wooly

Probably has dreams and random memories of the time spent with Sam before everything happened, but she can never remember his face and very rarely remembers his voice correctly

Can be very extroverted, but her social battery is quick to drain if she doesn’t like the people she’s around (i.e. Wooly)

We know that she’s drawn to darker themes, which we see during the storytelling puzzle, and I’m sure she was still drawn to them even as Rebecca

I do, however, think they carry a heavier weight to her in a sentimental sense when she’s Amanda because she can often relate to the tragedies more often

Has a fear of the dark, along with needles and stuff due to the experiments she was put under

Actually cares for Wooly to a certain degree, but she gets annoyed with him very often

Probably remembers the first few children she led astray and the beginning of the show (or whenever she became more aware of what was truly going on)

Has an interesting fascination with death and violence

Had a lot of friends as Rebecca, which only made her feel even more alone when she became Amanda

Has anger issues that stem from her losing everything so quickly and having so little control in the digital world

Absolutely has trust issues, which we know

Almost constantly sleep deprived due to persistent nightmares

When her nightmares are bad enough, she wakes up having an anxiety or panic attack, and Wooly helps her with them sometimes, but she usually prefers to deal with them herself

Daydreams often about places she wishes she could go to

Needs to be on her own (away from Wooly and Riley) on occasion to recharge and calm down, especially if there was something specific that triggered her

Feels the need to cry or scream a lot, but she usually doesn’t since it doesn’t help her feel any better

On the rare instance where she can cry, it’s one of those types of cries where she’s gasping a lot because it’s harder to breathe, and it lasts a long time before she’s able to calm down

However, most of the time she can only calm down because the crying tires her out and she falls asleep almost immediately after

If she doesn’t fall asleep, she curls up and hides her face either in her arms, her pillow, or against Dolly the bear and just lies there in silence until she feels okay enough to get up again

Definitely dissociates when she’s stressed out too badly

Brushes her teeth more often than she should because she’s terrified of her teeth rotting and falling out

Fidgets a lot when she’s trying not to get angry or upset

If there are ever any dead animals – aside from Silly Mr. Fox or the lonely kitten – she holds small funerals for them before burying them in a cozy spot she thinks they would like if they were still alive

Now for the lighter / more basic stuff:

Loves reading, writing, and drawing (and would probably make up her own characters and build stories around them for fun)

Loves randomly experimenting with things like jewelry and her clothes

Has matching friendship bracelets that she made with Wooly when they first met, though she doesn’t wear it anymore. She keeps it in a drawer in her room and doesn’t really ever think about it

Loves cats, obviously, but also really likes all animals, including mythical ones like dragons

Likes all colors, but has a specific preference for black, red, and probably purple as well

I feel like there aren’t really any options for music in her world aside from the theme songs and stuff, but she gets to hear all kinds of new songs whenever Riley or someone else is watching the tapes

When those random songs start playing quietly in the background, she can’t help but hum them later on and sometimes dance if it was something really catchy

With the theme song, it plays so often that it’s almost constantly playing on repeat in her head

Sometimes, she doesn’t even realize that she’s humming it half of the time unless Wooly points it out or starts humming with her

Obviously keeps her hair up in afro buns, but I feel like it’s because it’s the only hairstyle she knows how to comfortably do on her own that she actually likes

I also feel like Rebecca might’ve kept her hair in a similar style a few times, and Sam would help her with it, so it brings her a small bit of familiarity and comfort that she doesn’t really understand

She experiments with her hair here and there by trying different partings or even adding small bits of jewelry to the hair ties

Really doesn’t like when people interrupt her (specifically Wooly), but tries not to get too upset about it unless she’s having a bad day

After a while, she’d take the lonely kitten into her home and take care of it

Not sure what she’d name it, but she would definitely cuddle with it all the time so neither of them feel as alone anymore

Cooking is another one of her favorite hobbies because she has the ability to experiment with different meals, even if her options for ingredients are sometimes limited

Has a lot of control over her emotions most of the time, but when things in the tapes start to glitch, break, or just flat-out stop working altogether, and she can’t control it? That’s when she really starts to get upset and lash out and everyone and everything around her

Has a little piano in the corner of her room that she plays randomly

Also keeps a drum set tucked away, although she really only likes playing it because it gives her an excuse to hit things without consequences (plus, I feel like she’d really like loud music if she had the option to listen to it)

Out of habit from doing the show for so long, she says things like “where can I find (item)?” or “I wonder where my (item) could be” out loud, even if no one else is there to answer her

Even asks “can you help me find (item)?” without meaning to

More of a “tomboy” in terms of her style and interests

Actually really likes peach pie, but hides it so she can tease Wooly for it sometimes

Apple pie is still her favorite, though

She really loves fruits of all kind, but for fruits like raspberries and blackberries, she has to mush them up or something because she doesn’t like the texture of them

Loves playing pranks on Wooly and scaring him randomly

Also loves horror movies, thrillers, and the darker-themed sci-fi films (she’s probably the type to end up laughing when a character dies or something – mainly because their deaths are almost always so corny and avoidable)

If she could watch cartoons from today, she’d probably like cartoons like Amphibia, Steven Universe, The Owl House, She-Ra, Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, etc., especially when they have episodes with heavier themes (like that one episode of TOH where Luz talks about her dad’s passing? The episodes of Amphibia or Steven Universe where they talk about missing home? They mean so much to her on such a personal level)

Kind of completely random, but since Hameln was such a widely-successful company, I figure that they would’ve had translated episodes and stuff for different countries

Because of this, I think it would be cool if Amanda actually picked up on a few random words she’d hear often from people speaking Spanish, French, Italian, etc.

Nothing specific, just completely random words and phrases, but she likes saying them randomly (mainly just to confuse Wooly)

Started on: December 12th, 2024 Finished on: December 13th, 2024

[yeetus-feetus]

de-aging au

Duke is a much smaller Duke one day, he's lost all his memories beyond the young age he is now and he's scared and confused. He doesn't know where is. But then there's Tim, his Robin! And suddenly everything is

The bats have no idea what's going on, but Duke refuses to go to anyone but Tim. He's also a little ball of energy bouncing off all the walls, and Tim is SO tired. "Robin- Tim, come play tag with me!"

One night Tim ends up passing out at his desk, a sleeping Duke cuddling into him on his lap.

Except when Duke wakes up Tim is small too. And he doesn't remember who Duke is!!

So Duke reintroduces himself and Tim let's himself be dragged downstairs to the actually Batcave!

Bruce is looking at them in absolute astonishment, they're so small!!

Damian laughs at Tim's smallness and Tim gives a cold glare. Maybe age can't change some things.

"where are Nightwing and the new Robin?" Tim asks.

"I'm Robin."

"no, I meant Jason!" Tim huffs and crosses his arms. Ah, he's so young he still believes Jay is Robin.

Duke is still clinging to him, but Tim can't bring himself to mind all too much.

Bruce doesn't know how to handle these boys, between a hyperactive Duke and an absolute menace Tim.

Dick tries to help, but even he can't keep up with the mischief and shenanigans they get up to together.

"dick pick us up!"

"yeah! Pick us up pick us up! And swing us around until we get dizzy!"

"again!"

"again!"

It's time to bring out the big guns, and by that they mean calling Jason over to the manor.

Tim settles immediately, but Duke remains overly weary around the large man with guns strapped to his thighs. He's kinda scary.

But Tim likes Jason well enough. At some point he ends up cuddled up with Jason who's stretched out on the couch, and Duke is just a little bit jealous.

"hey stop hogging him! Tim is mine," Duke pouts.

Jason raises an eyebrow at the boy, and Tim tilts his head. "You know there's enough room for both of us up here, right? Jason is a lot bigger than he used to be."

Duke considers this. "Mm okay, but only because you're up there". And he climbs up into Jason's lap to cuddle into Tim's side.

It's calm for a moment, until Duke starts to fidget, not able to stay still for too long. Jason let's put an annoyed noise and looks at them over the top of his book. "Would you quit it I'm tryna read here".

"what are you reading?" Duke asks.

"Macbeth."

Tim scrunched his nose up. "Why are you reading that?"

"I like it. Reminds me of school", and Tim catches something in his tone that Duke absolutely doesn't.

"it sounds silly. Will you red it to us?"

Jason looks at the both of them for a very long moment before signing. "Sure, but you've gotta stay still, your knees are already in my ribs."

The three of them all end up falling asleep like that, tucked into the lounge and curled up together.

Except when they wake up in the morning, Jason is scrawny little boy, even smaller than Tim and Duke.

Tim explains what he can to the tiny Jason as Duke sneaks some snacks from the kitchen cupboard for them.

Cass catches them stuffing their faces with junk food and squeals. "Three baby brother's now!" And scoops them all up as the quick and try to squirm away.

"gotta tell B"

"wait who are you exactly?" Jason asks.

"big sister", Cass smiles and pets his curls.

"no way! Really? I've never had a big sister before", he exclaims.

Cass carries all three of them down to the Batcave because she's so strong and cool! And Jason can't believe he ends up with such a cool sister.

"Batman!!!" Jason shouts in pure excitement, and Bruce turns around and almost cries.

Because look how small!! Oh baby Jay lad!! So precious and smol!

"I think the de-aging syndrome may be contagious", Tim speaks up. "You should have us all properly quarantined until you can find a cure."

quarantine is fun, for Jason and Tim at least (tiny Tim is plotting revenge on whoever caused this, Jason is reading and occasionally shouting at the characters). Duke can't stand having to stay still in the same one room for so long.

idk where this is going, but consider this awesome 3am idea of mine

[gardenletter]

Yandere orc x reader ❤️🔥🥀🔪💚 part 3

This is going to be more of ✨WHAT ITS LIKE LIVING WITH XURL✨

Xurl was...always with you. He would often sleep at the side of your bed (when you fall asleep he would sneak into the covers).He would often nuzzle you with his tusks. It was strange to say the least but you weren't complaining you needed the company and being in the forest all alone wasn't the safest as we learned earlier,so having an orc roommate wasn't bad ... especially one so*cough cough*.

You weren't completely in the dark about orc culture...you lived with them for quite a few years ,but you were far from an expert.Xurl's behavior was unusual but you assumed pre and post puberty would change behavior and even what was expected culturally and you didn't see orcs interact with each other in there own homes.Maybe there a more touchy species .So it means Xurl likes you (there not lol he just obsessed with you *cough cough*)

Xurl would often hunt and gather food for you.You have fun running around the woods with him finding food and even Herbs for your little shop

One time you accidentally stumbled upon Xurl taking a bath in a nearby river and you saw everything from his torso up.It was a sight.He saw you and even invited you in but you were too much of a blushing mess

With Xurl being your new roommate you made more space and got rid of low hanging lights so he can walk around more freely(still small lol)

He would often try to follow you into town when you go to work,but you have to always stop him.Times have changed but not everyone has changed their mind set.Your town is relatively inclusive and safe, with a Neko family and Mr Pine being of elf blood.But an orc as you realize is much different than a cute Neko especially when the town is made up of mainly humans. So you do it for his own good.

It does break your heart each day when you see his sad lonely face 😭(but you always promise you'll return)

(he totally stalks you by the forest line to make sure you're safe....yeah)

He LOVES small animals just loves them

I've been living with Xurl for a few months now and he was definitely entertaining and nice to have around. We've been trying to get to know each other again, but funnily Xurl didn't change much...well personality wise anyway.But Xurl has been acting strange as of late. Fidgeting more, stumbling over his words he was nervous and anxiety ridden. I decided I'd bring it up to him. He's beginning to worry me and the moment I decide to open my mouth he shoves one of his tusk rings into my face.The gold piece of jewelry was reflecting the sun beautifully and beyond the ring and his large hands.

I see his eyes

They were practically looking through me.A blush crawls from my neck to my cheeks as I register what this means.As a child I would often see orc couples share matching rings on their tusks similar to the human tradition of wedding rings.I stutter and look around "T-This is lovely X-xurl b-but"I couldn't even finish my sentence before I saw the hurt in his eyes and he lowered the ring."O-Oh I...I'm sorry"I could hear his voice quiver a little and my heart started to swell and I started to choke up.

"Xurl...I'm really flattered..but-" I was cut off again "I thought we had started courting...I should have know...I'm sorry y/n i will go" his head was hanging low to hide the tears in his eyes as he walked to the door I felt annoyed by his fast assumption and interrupting me like THAT SHIT HEAD... "MY GOODNESS XURL CANT YOU LET ME Finish A SENTENCE" and I quickly grabbed his hand stopping him from moving towards the door.He looked at me with a mix of confusion and relief as his hand clasped over mine ."I was going to say I'm flattered and I should have known what some of the stuff I did for you implied in orc culture.I've gotten rusty in the department"his eyes raised from the floor but still held a sad look.

My face flushed as I thought of my next words "Xurl I don't want you to leave...I like you a lot...........Like in a romantic way but I didn't think we were counting originally so the ring was a surprise".He shot straight up making him reach his full height and his eyes filled with hope "Xurl...I...lov-" but before I could finish my word strong arms were around my waist and lips on mine.I relaxed in his touch.

"I'm sorry"....

"I'm sorry too"

A smile danced on our lips as he looked at me and his grip on me tightens slitly"I know the tusk ring is more of an engagement thing but will you still expect it.I want others to know your mine"heat was in my cheeks at his words and I felt my legs fall under me but with Xurls arms still around me I stayed standing"y-yes...I would love too....as long as you stop interrupting me " he chuckled at my comment "sorry love I was just nervous"and his lips envelope mine once more as he slipped the "ring" on to my wrist.

Your all mine

I hope you liked part 3 of my orc oc lol.if people still show interest in Xurl I will make more stuff on him and hopefully my other ocs.So show some love and I hope you guys are doing well

Love gardenletter 💕