#the little treat i mentioned will come later

[sugarwarachan]

roll the dice - ft. sero hanta

pairing: sero hanta x roommate!reader

summary: It's Valentine's Day and Sero does his best to keep his horny thoughts to himself. He doesn't succeed.

cws: smut mdni, face sitting, sero hanta is a pussy-eating KING, dirty talk

based on this prompt list

"Wow," Sero whistles, while you teeter on one heel and hop into the other. That dress hugs every inch of you. "Someone’s lookin’ good. Hot date?"

You laugh, and fuck, he’s such an idiot, because the sound travels straight to his dick. He adjusts himself as subtly as he can and goes back to cooking dinner.

"Something like that.” You swipe on lip gloss in the hallway mirror. "He’s a coworker. I might have mentioned him?"

You’ve mentioned him 17 times. Not like Sero’s counting.

"Make sure he treats you right," is all he says instead, doing his best to ignore the cute little blush tearing across your face as you duck out the door.

Alone on Valentine’s Day, he thinks ruefully, settling his long frame on the couch. Alone on Valentine’s Day with a raging hot case of let-me-fuck-you-right-now for his roommate.

He should have turned down being your roommate the minute he saw you on Denki’s phone. If he had, he wouldn’t be this jealous of some random shithead taking you out for Valentine’s Day.

He considers texting Denki just to have someone to commiserate with, but the guy is probably doing his best to woo Jiro and doesn’t need the distraction.

He sparks up a joint and turns on 13 Going on 30 (so he’s a rom-com guy, sue him), trying not to think about how much better this night would be if you were here.

The door clicks a half hour later, followed by the rap of your heels on the ground. You trudge into the room and slump on the couch right next to him.

“He didn’t even show up,” you whisper into the side of his neck, wrapping your arms around him. He feels a few tears hit his collarbone.

Sero Hanta considers himself a pretty even-keeled type of guy, but wanting to punch this dick’s lights' outs shoots to the top of his to-do list.

“Oh honey, what a fuckin’ dickhole.” His hands tighten on your waist. “Doesn’t deserve someone like you, anyway.”

He probably shouldn’t say that, not when he’s rubbing circles on your hip through the material of your dress, the scorching heat of your body against his impossible to ignore. But he's been thinking it for months now, all of his own attempts at dating tossed to the wayside when he realized he just preferred coming home to you.

“No?” You pull away and delicately wipe away unshed tears. He doesn't know why he finds it so cute, this innate desire to preserve what's left of your mascara. “Who does deserve me, Hanta?”

You grab the joint and drag and his mind goes fuzzy. You’ve never outright called him on it like this before.

“Maybe I do angel, ya ever think of that?”

“Yeah?” There’s that megawatt smile of yours, kicking him in the teeth. “You think of me like that, too?”

It’s new territory for the both of you, admitting to the attraction that Sero realizes has been simmering for weeks.

“Yeah. I think of you all the time.” He cups your face and cocks his head. "We doin' this? You gonna let me show you how I'd treat ya on Valentine's Day?"

You roll your eyes at him affectionately. "Cheesy bastard."

He cuts off your laugh with the press of his mouth.

Sero's not normally one to wax poetic, but something about the way your body instantly sinks into his makes his heart lurch. You kiss him like you've been spending your whole life studying how to do it, and it drives him absolutely insane.

"Knew we'd be good together," he says, grinding the curve of his cock into the cleft between your thighs. "Feel how hard I already am, baby? Just from one little kiss."

You groan into his mouth and start pawing at his clothes.

"I know, I know, want you naked too. Don't fuckin' pout, I think you'll like the idea." He repositions the two of you with him lying down on the couch, you straddling his hips. "Remember when you said you've never sat on a guy's face?"

Your eyes darken with excitement. "I remember."

"What if we change that?" He strokes his thumb under the band of your dress, shimmying it over your hips. The pretty red lace covering your pussy makes his breath catch. "Because you know what's gonna happen if we don't?"

He traces the folds of your pussy through your underwear with the pads of his fingers.

"I'm gonna get inside this perfect fuckin' pussy and embarrass myself. Probably come after two pumps like an idiot because she's just so fucking sweet." He pulls your panties down and drags you up to his face. He catches the little whine of insecurity in your throat at the position.

Your pussy is swollen and begging for attention, arousal clinging to your lips like dew.

"Take a fuckin’ seat, baby, ya think I’ve never done this before?"

He molds his hands around the meat of your hips and thighs, and then Sero feasts, sucking and grinding his chin and nose and tongue up into your cunt. You wail and fall forward, holding yourself steady on the arm of the couch. He doesn't care if he has to hold you up himself; he's in heaven between your thighs, the taste and scent of you all he can fucking think about.

You cum quickly, gasping and shuddering above him as he drinks down your orgasm like fucking water.

"Felt good, didn't it?" he prods, biting your inner thigh and soothing it with a kiss. Your shaky nod makes him grin.

Sero sits backs up with you in his lap, wiping the back of his mouth with a forearm and licking at his lips like a dog. He hopes he smells like you for hours.

Black streaks of mascara run under your lashes. He swipes them away with the back of his thumb. "Sorry honey. You worked hard on this makeup, huh? And I'm just making you cry it off."

It's your turn to cut him off with a kiss.

ahhhhh i've written for him ONCE i hope i did him justice

[enwoso]

HOW COULD I? | alessia russo

masterlist | what a treat two in the past day for you all!

as alessia groggily blinked awake, stretching out in the now empty bed. the warm space beside her already cold menacing you had been up for a while.

which was weird. normally, birthday or not, you’d wake her up with soft kisses, breakfast in bed, or at the very least whispering sweet nothing in her ear.

but today? silence.

as she turned over reaching over for her phone as it sat on the nightstand, tapping the screen but it was blank. nothing.

no ‘happy birthday baby!’

no heart emoji.

not even a gif.

as she climbed out of bed and padded into the kitchen, you sat at the breakfast counter, scrolling mindlessly through your phone with your usual cup of tea. you already dressed for training, your hair a little damp as it fell into loose waves over your hoodie.

at the sound of footsteps, you glanced up with a soft, easy smile. “morning, less” you said glancing up as the blonde walked straight past to get her coffee mug. she waited, but nothing. no mention of the fact that today was alessia’s day.

“morning,” alessia muttered, moving to the fridge as she grabbed the milk a little more aggressively than necessary as she practically slammed it onto the counter.

you turned, blinked at her, “wow, has that milk offended you or something?”

alessia just ignored you, continue to make her usual morning coffee the way you usual did. but she could still feel your face on her, the amused tilt of your head and the way you were clearly studying her.

but then without warning, you appeared behind het, your hands slipping around her waist as you rested your chin on her shoulder. you melting into her warmth.

“why’s my girl so grumpy this morning?” you whispered, pressing a slow kiss to alessia’s jaw. a sharp exhale coming from alessia. your lips were warm, soft - too distracting.

“‘m not.” she mumbled, focusing hard on her coffee and not where your lips were.

“you so are.” your hands tightened on her waist, holding the blonde that little bit closer. “you’re all grumpy and pouty and slamming stuff around..” you said as you planted another kiss but this time it was just below her ear. “very sexy of you, by the way.”

alessia tried so hard not just to melt into you, give in and just forget about the fact you’d seemingly forgotten the date. “i’m fine.”

you chuckled, resting your chin back into alessia’s shoulder as you hummed, “if you say so” as you moved your face to nuzzle into her neck, your warm breath lingering on her skin. “you wanna talk about it?”

no cause if she did, she’d have to admit that she was feeling stupidly upset that her own girlfriend has seemingly forgotten her birthday.

“i said, i’m fine.” alessia mumbled moving to sit where you’d previously been as she took a sip of her coffee.

you hummed, you knew why she was in a huff but it was all for a good cause as much as it did hurt to see your girl so stroppy.

“alright” you shrugged and with that you pressed one last kiss to the side of her neck, then stepping away like nothing had happened as you mumbled off that you were going to call you mum as you waited for her to get ready for training.

alessia clenched her jaw. fabulous. now she was in an even worse mood.

—

by the time the two of you had arrived at training, alessia was fully sulking. the blonde dragging her feet as you hurried off into training, knowing if you spent to long with the stroppy blonde you’d end up ruining what you had in store.

as you drove, alessia had spent the entire drive psyching herself up as she tried to convince herself that it was fine that her own girlfriend had forgotten her birthday.

maybe you’d been busy. maybe you would remember later.

or maybe, a scowl growing deeper on the blonde face as she shoved her kit bag into her locker, maybe you really did just forget.

beth was the first one to greet her, “happy birthday, less!” she said with her usual bright smile, clapping a hand on alessia’s shoulder.

alessia barely even bothered to look up, “at least someone remembered.”

beth’s eyebrows shot up, taken back by the blondes snappiness, “okay, ouch.”

lia and katie, who’d been standing nearby both glanced up and exchanged a quick look to one another before going suspiciously quiet.

beth, however, was already sitting beside alessia nudged her slightly with her knee, “right what’s got you in such a strop and on your birthday.”

alessia just huffed kicking her trainers off with more force than was necessary as she moved to put her boots on, “y/n forgot my birthday.”

beth blinked, “did she?”

“yep” alessia slammed her locker shut as she popped the p in the word before turning to face beth, “she hasn’t said a word. nothing over text. just morning, less as if today is just another day.”

beth pressed her lips together as if she was fighting back a smirk as if she knew something alessia didn’t. because of course, she knew. she knew about the entire surprise that you had planned.

“maybe she’s just waiting for the right moment” beth suggested, trying her best to just play it off and change the subject, but it wasn’t really working considering the thunder look on alessia’s face.

alessia scoffed, “sure, cause saying happy brithday requires perfect timing!”

beth made a noncommittal noise as she leaned back against the bench, “i dunno less, she might surprise you.”

alessia shot her a glare, unimpressed by the words of wisdom given by beth, “i doubt it now.”

lia covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing and katie turned away completely, pretending to tie her laces even though they were already double knotted.

beth, barely holding it together, patted alessia’s knee in a comforting way, “time will tell.”

alessia groaned as she buried her face into her hands. “this is the officially the worst birthday ever.”

beth bit her lip to stop herself from laughing and giving away the whole surprise, only one thing in head. ‘oh, just wait less.’

—

by the time training ended, alessia was over it. you’d left training early your excuse being you had a doctors appointment as alessia still had a face like thunder and nothing anything said could be done to put a smile on her face.

alessia showered, got dressed and checked her phone for the hundredth time — still nothing.

with a sigh, she shoved her phone into pocket in her joggers and grabbed her keys throwing her backpack onto her shoulder.

but then just as she was about to leave , her phone buzzed in her pocket.

you❤️ | *address name*

you❤️ | come to this address i’ve sent you. wear something nice x

alessia frowned pausing mid step in the middle of the training centre. clicking on the location on her phone. she expected it to be a restaurant or maybe their apartment. but it wasn’t somewhere completely unfamiliar.

her heart skipped. no explanation. no hints. just come to this address.

for second, she debated ignoring it. maybe she should be the one to make you wait like you had done with her all day.

but despite herself, curiosity won and got the better of her. so with one last glance at the cryptic text she reacted to the chat as she sighed, placing her phone back in her pocket and setting off.

—

when alessia got to the address, not before checking the address she type was right as the venue was dim, the windows tinted meaning she couldn’t see into the restaurant.

the blonde hesitated as her hand rested on the door handle. what the heck was on the other side of the door?pushing the door open, she stepped inside as the lights burst on.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LESS!!”

alessia’s heart nearly gave out. her entire family was there. her teammates both club and international, childhood friend and every single person who meant something to her and right at the front, with the biggest grin stood you.

alessia clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes darting over the decorations, the banner, the giant cake with her name written on it in big pink bold icing.

“you-” she turned towards you, completely in awe. “you didn’t forget?”

you scoffed, stepping closer as your hands rested on her waist. “of course i didn’t forget silly!”

a breathless laugh left alessia’s lips, “i was so mad at you.”

you chuckled as a smirk appeared on your lips, “oh i know, beth told me all about your little tantrum.”

alessia shot a glare towards beth, who just grinned playfully. “told you she’d surprise you!”

alessia just her eyes but she couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on her lips as she turned back to you and pulled you in by your hips as she pressed your forehead to hers.

“i love you.” she murmured.

you grinned, bringing a hand up to her cheek, “i know, now kiss me before beth starts making fun of us.”

alessia just let out a giggle as she did just that.

—

the night was perfect. at some point when everything was starting to die down a little, people were socialising in there own little ways as you were sat on alessia’s lap. your arms lazily draped around her neck as you traced random patterns on her shoulder.

“you really thought i forgot?” you mumbled, brushing the side of face so it was next to alessia’s, her moving a strand of hair out from your face.

alessia sighed dramatically, “well what was i supposed to think? you woke up as if it was a normal day.”

you chuckled, tilting your head as you continued to draw small little patterns on her shoulder which every so often made little goosebumps. “poor baby. must’ve been so hard for you.”

“you’re so annoying.”

you smirked as you moved to press a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth, “but you still love me”

alessia just hummed as she fidgeted with the hem of your shirt every other time moving so her hand slipped up your top, “unfortunately”

you gasped in most offense, pinching her shoulder, “take that back!”

alessia giggled, shaking her head. “make me.”

and of course you did exactly that - capturing her lips in a kiss so soft, so gentle that the rest of the party melted away as if you two were the only ones there.

you cupped alessia’s face, rubbing your thumbs over her cheekbones like you were trying to memorise every inch of her - as if you didn’t already. alessia melting into you, her hands curling around your waist, pulling you even closer as if she couldn’t ever get enough.

your foreheads staying pressed together afterward whispering things which were only meant for each other.

“i love you.” you mumbled against her lips, quieter this time. just for her to hear. alessia’s fingers curled into the fabric of your dress, her heart feeling too full for words.

but before alessia could respond, kyra groaned from across the room, “okay, we get it- you’re gonna get married one day. no need to rub it in our faces?”

laughter erupted around you, a few of the girls giggling on but you just turned to alessia with a knowing smirk.

“not a bad idea, actually” alessia flushed as she bit her lip, a big grin appearing on your face.

maybe, just maybe… it wasn’t.

[midnight-mourning]

Jelly Hearts

💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 7💘💘

I FORGOT TO POST THIS AHHHHHHH, my bad all, please enjoy some self-indulgent jealousy hehe

Prompt: also I think that I'd put in a request for some really jealous dca time. maybe they see reader getting some other valentines or hears that they have plans the day of after they're off work and assume that they've got a date (rightfully or incorrectly idk) and they just can't let this happen. y/n is Theirs™️

Word Count: 1750

Read here if you prefer ao3!

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The flowers on the desk were a surprise, about a week before the middle of February, roughly. You weren't sure where they'd come from or what they were doing there, and found yourself very surprised to find it was in fact, a gift for you. The card stuck inside the bouquet had neat script, and was to the point. 

'Happy Valentine's day! From, Your Secret Admirer'

You'd asked the security guard if they knew anything about who had gifted it, but they had no clue either. It had been a common theme over the past few days, the kids had been gifting you early cards and treats, but this seemed to be a bit more than that. 

"What've you got there, Sunshine?"

You turn, confused smile on your face. "Looks like a gift! From a uh, secret admirer? You know anything about that?" You tease. 

Sun tilts his head sharply, rays and faceplate spinning from the force. 

"Hm, no. Don't think so!"

Your smile falls a bit, mainly because you'd been hoping it was him, and based on his tone he wasn't lying about it to mess with you either. "Oh, gotcha."

"But! I'll keep my eyes and ears peeled just for you, Starlight." He bends down quickly, coming eye to eye with you and booping your nose. "And if I do find out, I'll be sure to let you know."

He stands straight and walks off then, and it takes you a moment to process what just happened. You probably just imagined the edge to his tone. You shake your head, and glance back down to the vase. 

Huh. The card's missing. It must have dropped somewhere. 

But after a quick search you never did end up finding it. 

Not that it mattered much, as a day or so later you were sent another gift, this time jelly candy hearts and heart-shaped chocolates. Same message as last time, 'Happy Valentine's! Love, Your Secret Admirer'. You sat and enjoyed the sweets during nap time, just to keep from any little hands or pleading eyes from trying to snatch one for themselves. 

As you were snacking, Moon suddenly sat down beside you, hands folding into his lap and head almost snapping to look at you. 

You raise a hand to greet him. "Hey, Moon-man."

"Star."

You cock your head to the side, popping another candy in your mouth. "Need something? Or just come over to hang out?"

"Where did you get that?" He points to the half-opened box in your lap. 

You shrug, lifting the little slip of paper for him to read. "Secret admirer strikes again I guess."

"Seems so." He snarls out.

It surprises you, brows raised as you look at him again. "You alright?"

"Fine." He turns away from you and the card, facing forward to observe the Daycare. 

You don't speak again for the rest of the time. 

Similarly 'issues' arise throughout the rest of the week. Little gifts from that same person being sent your way, not to mention the growing number of cards and the likes from the Daycare kids. 

During all of this, the attendant pulled back from you, you weren't entirely sure why. They were shorter, blunter, not nearly as talkative or teasing with you. You wonder if it was because of all the attention you were getting compared to them, which made you feel awful. They deserved some appreciation too. 

It's not until the day of Valentine's that you realize who your 'Secret Admirer' is after all. Specifically, it was your best friend, who you'd been helping out with getting set up on a date the past couple of weeks. You'd laughed about it once you'd found out, getting on to them for 'leading you on' even though regardless of who your admirer was, your heart belonged to someone else. 

Specifically the two someone's who'd been avoiding you all week long. 

You planned to talk to them about it tomorrow, tonight you had to focus on holding to your promises and make sure your friend's date actually went well. You were going to shadow with another friend of yours to see to it the date proceeded smoothly. 

You sling your jacket over your shoulders, taking one last glance around the Daycare before you head to leave. Just as you turn to head to the door, your face knocks gently against something metal. You jump, stepping back to find that Sun is standing before you. 

"Going so soon, Sunshine?" He tilts his head, eyes uplifted crescents. 

You nod, smiling. "Yup! I have a date tonight—"

"A. Date?" 

You bite your tongue. You hadn't meant to say that at all. "Oh no, I just meant that—"

"You know, I think there's some cleaning up still left to do, friend." Sun takes you by the shoulders, and leads you back into the Daycare, you lose your jacket at some point in the process. 

You try to protest. "I, Sun I really should go—"

"Stay." He states, speech a bit garbled for a moment before uplifting into his usual cheer. "I really must insist! We can't have this place looking less than perfect when the kiddos come in tomorrow now, can we?"

You scan the play area, nothing seems out of place to you, so you say as much. "No offense, Sunny, but everything seems just fine—"

There's a crash to your left, over by the arts and crafts tables. Turning you're bewildered to see Sun lying amongst a disaster of spilled craft supplies, some of which leaks quickly onto the padded floor. You don't even know how he got over there, he was just right next to you moment's before.

You're not able to question it much before Sun's speaking up. "Whoops! I don't know what got into me! Could you lend me a hand with this, pretty please, Sunshine?"

"Of course but are you okay?" You ask, slightly hurrying as you walk over to him. "Don't need to go to Parts and Services or anything?"

Sun makes a noise similar to grinding gears, next words blunt. "No. It was just a simple mistake."

"I, right, right." You offer him your hand, which he takes and uses to help get to his feet. He doesn't let go once he is standing, however. Leaving you no choice but to hold his hand, lest you make this awkward. 

You think for a moment. You should stay and help clean this up, you know how neurotic he—and moon—can be when it came to messes. You did feel bad about not being able to make it up to them regarding their lack of gifts, this could be a good chance. Especially when the opportunity presents itself to you.

"And I'll tell you what, Starshine. If we clean up quick I'll make sure to it'll be worth your while. How's that?" His hand squeezes yours just a little tighter. 

Something about the way he phrases it makes your cheeks heat up. You cough into your hand with a nod. "Yeah, that um, sounds good."

"Perfect."

The next hour or two is a blur. After you cleaned up, the attendant had one activity then the next for you to do together.

Making a last couple of Valentine's crafts before putting the supplies away for the year, making puzzles, reading stories, acting out scenes, dancing to music. From one moment to the next it was something, something, something. You would have expected this out of Sun for sure, but the fact that Moon was just as active a participant was more than surprising. 

In a brief moment of a break, while sitting down to watch a movie, do you think to check the time. 

Twenty minutes before your friend's date. Shoot, you'd lost a lot more time than you'd thought. You peek up to Moon, who's focused on the screen in front of you both. He's got his arms wrapped around you as you sit—practically—in his lap. You think if you try to move you'll get trapped further, so you attempt with words first. 

"Hey, this has been, a lot of fun, but I really need to get going now, alright?" You put your hand on his. 

Moon's faceplate snaps down, hold on you instantly tightening. Not what you wanted in the slightest. "Why? Are they that much more important?"

"I, wait. Moon-man, are you jealous?"

He freezes, then looks away, hold on you slipping as he starts to shrink in on himself. "Yes. No. We both are." His next words are muttered, a mixture of static and, maybe another voice? "It's not fair. We've loved you for so long, but someone else gets to have you instead."

"You, you guys, like me?" You ask in the quiet.

Moon grips the edge of his hat, pulling it down over his eyes. You swear you almost see some of Sun's rays poking out behind his faceplate in the low light. "Not like, love. Too scared to say it until now."

"Even if I told you I cared about you both too?" You twist to face him fully, hands cupping his cheeks. 

He melts into your touch. "Even what?"

You giggle. "Would you still be scared to say it? If I said I loved you too?"

"Maybe, maybe not..." One eye peeks out from the hat. "But, you're taken." And again, that harsh tone comes back, resentment, you realize.

At this you can't take anymore and start to laugh. "No, I'm not. I've been, well not trying super hard, but I've been trying to tell you that since early."

You finally are given the chance to fully explain the situation, including the 'Secret Admirer' part of the whole deal. You watch the tension melt in the bot in front of you, quickly becoming embarrassed and flustered that they'd been jealous over nothing at all. 

Despite that, however, you end up having to text your friends that you can't help out tonight. As you've been told you have a lot of 'making up' to do for your 'awful' behavior. By both attendants, for that matter. 

You're still sitting in their lap, movie long forgotten and lights now raised just slightly. Yellow and blue hands trace patterns into your waist as they hold you tight, seeming afraid to let go despite your whispered assurances. Their rays flutter and faceplate clicks at every sound you make, intentional or not.

As you kiss and are kissed—over and over and over again—there's only one word they murmur back, consistently, without fail. 

"Ours."

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Thank you @juukai for the request! I enjoy making jealous dca a lot hehe, just feels very fitting to me >:)c

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[nonranghaes]

heads up! vague mentions of food/alcohol consumption (neither depicted in fic itself).

this morning has been nice. the two of you are going to a little get-together tonight with his friends to celebrate his birthday, so this is part of your time together. and instead of watching the sunrise, chan is watching you. you're taking a few pictures, smiling to yourself, as a little trophy for getting through this morning hike with him. after this, the two of you will get brunch together (your treat, you already insisted). he snaps a few pictures of you now, just to have, and settles in to admire you a bit longer.

all chan can do is think about how lucky he is to have you. you've always been warm and playful with him, yet he loves the way you dote on him when you're particularly affectionate. you're always so warm. it reminds him of how loving some of his friends are toward him. there's something so warm about the way you play with the hair at the back of his neck sometimes, or the way you link pinkies with him. even when he's a drunken mess, face resting in your lap as you let him babble about anything and everything that comes to mind.

"channie!" you wave him over, turning your camera back to the front-facing one so that the two of you can squeeze into frame together. "let's do something cute."

the things he does for you when he's still a little winded. he wraps his arms around you, leaning in so that you can capture a few pictures with him. he presses a kiss against your cheek, listening for the sound of the camera shutter.

"channie?" you say after a moment. "vernon told me the truth about the ramen, by the way."

he immediately pulls away, staring at you wide-eyed. no. that traitor. vernon promised he would cover for him if you noticed, since he would buy you more anyway. "i was going to replace your ramen when--"

"wait, you did eat it!?" you whirl back to face him with a playful gasp. "i didn't think you'd admit to it this easily!"

oh. oh. he stares at you. sometimes... sometimes you remind him of a certain someone in more ways than one. but all it takes is you laughing, apologizing for lying to catch him in his own lie, for him to melt in an instant. he almost wants to tease you: really? on his birthday? but he knows you'll see through him all too easily.

you just steal a kiss from him, giggling into it. "happy birthday, channie. i'll be nice from now on."

you won't. you'll tease him just as lovingly later as you do now. but he doesn't mind: not when he gets to hear your laughter.

[arxiwon]

More Than Just a Birthday | yjw

Since it's Jungwon birthday I make a cute and fluffy college AU where he's your loving boyfriend, and you plan a special surprise for him <3

Synopsis:

As Jungwon's birthday approaches, you go all out to prepare a surprise celebration—secretly gathering his closest friends, decorating his favorite café, and even baking a cake despite your questionable baking skills. The only problem? Jungwon, being the observant boyfriend he is, starts getting suspicious of your odd behavior. Convinced you're hiding something, he hilariously misinterprets the situation, thinking you're avoiding him for some unknown reason. But when the surprise is finally revealed, he's left speechless—because, for once, someone put him first.

The first rule of surprising Yang Jungwon: don’t act suspicious.

And yet, you were failing miserably at it.

For the past three days, you had been sneaking around campus, whispering to his friends, and sending cryptic texts that you refused to let him see. You were supposed to be his sweet, doting girlfriend—the one who always greeted him with a smile, who clung onto his arm when he walked you to class, who stole sips of his iced americano even though you claimed to hate coffee. But now? Now you were a whole different person.

You were avoiding his gaze. You were shoving your phone into your pocket whenever he got too close. You even bailed on your usual lunch dates, citing flimsy excuses about “study group meetings” that mysteriously didn’t exist.

At first, Jungwon didn’t think much of it. He knew how busy college could get. But by the third day, as he sat across from you in the library, watching you fidget with your pen and glance at your phone for the hundredth time, he couldn't ignore it anymore.

“Okay, what’s going on?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“You’re acting weird.”

You forced a laugh, a little too high-pitched to be natural. “No, I’m not!”

Jungwon narrowed his eyes. “Yes, you are.”

He wasn’t the type to overthink things, but the way you had been treating him lately… it felt off. Was he annoying you? Did he do something wrong? He replayed every interaction in his head, searching for any mistakes, but nothing came to mind. Maybe you were just stressed, but you always talked to him about those things. This time, you were keeping something from him.

And he hated it.

Before he could press further, your phone buzzed, and you practically lunged for it. “I—uh, I have to go! My study group is waiting,” you blurted out, stuffing your books into your bag in record time. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

You kissed his cheek—quick, fleeting, barely there—and rushed off before he could get another word in.

Jungwon sat frozen in his seat, hand absentmindedly touching the spot where your lips had been. He wasn’t sure if he should feel relieved or more concerned. One thing was certain, though: something was definitely up, and he was going to find out what.

The day of Jungwon’s birthday arrived with him feeling both excited and anxious. He hadn’t mentioned it, waiting to see if you would bring it up first, but as the hours passed and there was no mention of “Happy birthday, Won!” from you, his stomach twisted uncomfortably.

By the time evening rolled around, he was convinced. You had forgotten.

Dragging his feet back to his dorm, he tried not to sulk. Maybe he was being childish. Maybe birthdays weren’t a big deal to you. But still… you were his girlfriend. If anyone should remember, it should be you, right?

Just as he was about to open his door, his phone pinged.

Y/N: “Hey, can you come to the café near campus? I need to talk to you.”

Jungwon stared at the message, his heart sinking further. This was it. You were going to break up with him, weren’t you? You’d been distant all week, avoiding him, making excuses… it all made sense now.

Bracing himself for the worst, he trudged to the café, mentally preparing for whatever speech you had prepared.

The moment he stepped inside, however, he was met with darkness.

Then—

“Surprise!!”

The lights flickered on, and Jungwon nearly stumbled backward. The café was filled with familiar faces—his friends, his classmates, even some of his professors. The entire place was decorated with fairy lights and banners that read Happy Birthday, Jungwon! in big, bold letters. There was a cake sitting on the counter (a slightly lopsided one, but still charming), and standing in the middle of it all was you, grinning from ear to ear.

Jungwon blinked. Then again. Then again.

“You—what—”

Before he could gather his thoughts, you ran up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug. “Happy birthday, my love,” you whispered against his ear.

Jungwon exhaled, his hands finding your waist as he held you close. “You planned all of this?”

You pulled back, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Of course. Why do you think I’ve been acting so weird?”

Jungwon let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “I thought you were avoiding me,” he admitted, feeling a bit ridiculous now.

Your eyes softened. “I could never.” You cupped his cheeks, thumb brushing over his skin. “I just wanted to make today special for you.”

And just like that, all the doubts, all the anxiety from before melted away. Jungwon leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re the best,” he murmured, a smile tugging at his lips.

You grinned. “I know.”

The rest of the night was filled with laughter, cake, and endless teasing about how dramatic Jungwon had been. But he didn’t care. Because at the end of the day, he was surrounded by people who loved him—and most importantly, by the one person who loved him the most.

And that was the best birthday gift he could ever ask for.

(+) If u have any req. Feel free to tell me okey 🥰

[wqlfstqr]

◟𖥻 loml : sirius black

▰▰ pairing(s): past sirius black x fem!reader, platonic remus lupin x fem!reader.

going back to his life after spending all those years in azkaban proves to be difficult for sirius when he has to look back on what he lost.

warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of past relationship, mentions of war, lowkey dumbledore slander.

She has been on edge the entire meeting. Sirius knows it, because he still knows about her nervous habits even after all those years apart from her. He also knows it is most likely about Harry, being apart from him for so long had clearly taken a toll on her, but it had been Dumbledore's request that Harry spent the summer with her aunt to keep him away from everything.

As soon as the meeting comes to an end, Sirius sees how she almost jumps from her seat, Remus standing up a few seconds later. And since Sirius is also excited about seeing Harry again, he follows them.

He stops near the kitchen doorway just in time to catch a glimpse of dark, messy hair running down the stairs and then, Harry is throwing himself at her arms.

"I missed you so much!" she tells him, pulling back a little just to cup the teenager's face, her eyes examining it. "Are you okay? they better have treated you well! I won't let you go back to that house, Harry. I don't care what that senile bat has to say about it."

She starts rambling and Harry can only smile and nod, his eyes shining with amusement as he lets her fuss over him. He moves to Remus next, hugging him with the same excitement he used with y/n. "We missed having you around the house, Harry" Remus tells him, ruffling the young boy's already messy hair.

When he finally turns to Sirius, he looks so much like James that it takes everything in him not to break down crying right there. Thankfully, Harry doesn’t seem to notice because he's already hugging him. And it's exactly the kind of hug Sirius needed, comforting, grounding.

"Do you want me to prepare you something to eat? I'll cook whatever you want." y/n offers as soon as Harry pulls back from the hug, and when he nods, she takes him away immediately, leading him to the kitchen.

Remus and Sirius follow while Molly said her goodbyes and ushered her redhead twins out of the kitchen, muttering something about leaving harry some time to spend with his family. Family. That was a word Sirius has not heard in a long time.

Though as he sits on the table again, it doesn’t take him too long to realize that he doesn't feel like part of said family. it only takes one look at them to feel like he doesn’t belong the way he used to.

He watches as she fusses over Harry, hurrying to make enough food for him while she scolds him for being too thin, worry pouring out on her every action: the way she sets down the plate of food in front of him, the way she brushes Harry's hair out of his face and listens to him talking about his summer with so much attention.

And Remus— Remus fits in perfectly. He jokes with Harry about something from school, knows exactly what to say to stop y/n from worrying too much, makes them smile in a way Sirius doesn’t know how to anymore.

He knows, deep down, that there's nothing going on between Remus and her. They have always been close, but in a way that seems purely platonic. But still, he can't help but feel jealous of the way they seem to understand eachother in ways Sirius can't even begin to comprehend. It all feels so domestic. So easy. And Sirius? he can only sit back and watch.

Watch as y/n talks to Harry, her voice lighter than a few moments earlier, full of fondness, something Sirius recognizes but no longer belongs to. Remus smirks into his glass, adding something that makes Harry's laugh. And that laugh— it sounds so much like James, that Sirius is helplessly dragged into the past.

To what was taken from him.

He remembers Harry's first birthday: The smell of the cake James was baking, Lily chasing Remus around the Potter's living room, a birthday hat on her hat. "You have to wear this for the photo, everyone has one"

Sirius, sprawled on the couch, laughs as he points at the pointy hat on his head. "Come on, Moony."

In the middle of the room, y/n is laying on the floor, her own hat tilted as she tries to balance harry on her feet, holding his arms and making airplane noises for him. Harry is absolutely delighted, his laugh carefree. He loves her.

And, Merlin, Sirius is so in love with her. He loves the way she can make Harry laugh so easily, the way she treats him with so much care and love. He loves the way she fits here, in his life, in his future.

She catches him staring and smiles, her expression soft, fond. "What?"

Sirius grins at her, his heart beating fast against his chest. "Marry me"

She snorts, but her expression softens when she realizes he's not kidding. "One day, when this is all over—"

He knows. She doesn’t have to say more. That's enough for him. For now.

One day, when this war is over and they can go back to their lives— maybe he could have this too. A house filled with laughter, with warmth. A family with her. A child with her smile and his hair, something good after all the darkness.

Something he never got to have.

Because when Sirius blinks, he's back at the present. Where y/n is talking to teenage Harry about going to Diagon Alley soon because to buy everything he needs for his new year at hogwarts. "And don't even worry about that ministry nonsense, I told Dumbledore he better fix that because it's his fault for sending you with those— those people for the summer."

"She was not very nice about it, let me tell you." Remus tells Harry. "Called him a walking library of bad ideas." and Harry's laughing again.

And Sirius' heart aches, looking at Harry so grown up and happy despite everything. Looking at her and knowing that she went on without him. They all did. And he can't even blame them. They had to. It was what was best for Harry.

Still, he has to clench his hands under the table because— fuck. This is what he had dreamed for, even all those years in azkaban, he had allowed himself to dream about her waiting for him. About a life outside those dementor infested walls. Those fantasies had kept him alive for so long.

And now here he was, looking at what once was his— what could've been his.

After dinner, Harry goes to sleep and Remus follows after he makes sure y/n doesn’t need help with anything. She ushers him out, but she stays behind cleaning up. And Sirius is still there, looking at her. He can't help it. He wants to ask her so many things but the words die on his mouth before he can even gather the courage to mutter them.

As she passes by him though, she probably sees the tension in his face because she pauses for a second and squeezes his shoulders. Sirius stiffens for a second, but then it's like muscle memory and he can only relax under her touch, that lingers a little more than expected.

Before he knows it, he's leaning against her touch. It's for just a second, he can't deny it to himself. It reminds him of what they used to be, of how easy everything seemed to fit between them back then. But then, it's also a reminder that this isn't his anymore. This warmth, this comfort—

He pulls away and she seems surprised but doesn’t comment on it, only gives him a small smile that doesn’t quite reach her tired eyes. He knows it's supposed to be comforting, but it only leaves his heart completely shattered while she's already moving on.

And he knew it then.

It was the loss of his life. She was the loss of his life. And he knew the what ifs would follow him until the day he died. Perhaps even beyond that.

[dracomusic325]

⚠️ SPOILERS FOR WONDERLUST EPISODE 16 ⚠️

FUCK IT, I'll just copy and paste my shit because that's just easier, so enjoy my notes for Wonderlust! Apologies for not posting for the last episode, I've been busy irl, BUT I AM BACK WITH IT! Also, I love WD and Ripley, I need them to kiss at least once in this campaign or I will call Bizly homophobic (/hj). Enjoy!

Troy Lougferd (He/Him)

- His real name is Tramilton Lougferd

- Presumably captured by Aeon (Bizly said 'she' for the person who captured Troy), who forces him to stay with Blink

- How does Aeon know his real name?

- There are theories that he's clockwork, just like the soldiers

- If he fails to stay with Blink, he can't go home

- Perhaps that's why he clings to Blink's side, out of fear of what will happen to him if he fails

- He doesn't have a good relationship with his father

- Troy has committed war crimes??

- He has ulterior motives

- Dislikes snakes

- I feel like he knows more than he's letting on

- I don't trust him

- Charlie has mentioned that he will get worse as the campaign continues, but just how bad will he get?

- Did not hesitate to harass Lint after coming back just because he did something to become popular

- Dangerous and always seems to do reckless things that get other people hurt, including his teammates

- He doesn't care about the consequences of his actions (i.e., getting Runt, Blink, and Ripley banned from Oasis Flora)

- Dumb as fuck

- He licked fucking acid, wtf is wrong with him (he blamed Runt lmao)

- Genuinely insane, holy shit

- He's able to override the clockwork soldiers with a command

- "Lougferd Override: Level 3/4/5/6"

- Motherfucker thinks he's a Disney princess with all the animals he's collecting lol

- Envies Grey's relationship with his father (daddy issues, let's goooo)

- Bro downed a potion that made him grow, oh my god-

- He fucking pissed on a fire elemental because he thought it was funny, I genuinely wonder what is wrong with this man (a lot, obviously)

- He is not a girls girl

- The weird creature he got in Oasis Flora is now attached to his body

- That isn't concerning at all, nope, totally not /sar

- Bro's in his male wife era, awesome

- He has a spoiler on his sled now :0

Runt (She/Her)

- She has cousins in the Street Rats, Doppler, and Pinch (he's the leader, I think)

- She lives with her Uncle Threestrings, and her grandmother works at the apothecary

- Due to her failing the mission, she is kicked out of the Street Rats and is no longer allowed to visit their headquarters

- Doppler gets captured when they go up to the surface and disappears

- Troy tells her that the clockwork soldiers just throw stuff back into the hole, so why hasn't Doppler turned up?

- She found a purple crystal known as Wonder Coal while she was on the surface

- Distrusting of Troy after finding out both he and Blink lied about who he truly is (specifically, that he's not Yort or from Reclaim/Cogtopolis)

- Claims to be Is the smartest girl in the city

- Scared of Troy because of his actions and how he's constantly putting everyone in danger

- Hates being called little or anything to do with the fact that she's different

- Needs a doctor (will be discussed in a later episode)

- Her leg braces help her walk, run, and jump better

- She coughed up blood at the end of episode 10 (holy shit, don't kill my gal, I will begin sobbing)

- Her grandma knows that she's ill

- It might be a disease either in her lungs or in her throat

- She's essentially dying (if she dies, I will not be okay)

- Her condition began to worsen about 2 months before episode 1

- That's also when she started trying to join the Street Rats

- The cold does not help her condition (obviously lol)

- Grey admires her strength and her will to keep going, despite her illness (awwww)

- Found admiration in what Troy can do (I love her so much)

- There's an herb on the mountain that can help treat her illness, but it won't cure it

- It lowered the DC of Con Saves and can override a point of exhaustion 3 times

- SHE QUOTED TAL FROM THE BALDUR'S GATE 3 VIDEO, LET'S GOOOO

- I think Troy turned her religious-

- I'm so confused TwT

- Nevermind, she's good now

- She has made it to Cogtopolis, let's go! Time to find the Inventor!

- She referenced Troy's "You dude!" Oh mah gaw

- Nobody believes her when she says that Apollo brought her to Cogtopolis

- She thinks Apollo is very pretty (that's so sweet, aw)

Blink (He/Him)

- Knows a lot of people in the Sorting District

- Has a history with Aeon, the leader of the Vixens

- They used to be friends, so what the hell caused them to have a falling out?

- Their mutual friend, Candle, was killed because Blink made a mistake

- Lives a life of struggle (evidently, he doesn't even have a house, and Graphite lets him spend nights at his place)

- He's very willing to help people out, no matter what (Granny Granite, Troy, etc.)

- Very paranoid and cautious all the time, probably because of the Vixens

- Knows of and (probably) works for The Inventor, but has no knowledge about him

- At risk for a heart attack because of his device and from getting electrocuted

- In a situationship with the Overseer?? Maybe?

- He doesn't have a thing for feet (as Condi said so aggressively lmao)

- Bro is fucking done with Troy (based lol)

- Medusa gave him the confidence to stand up to Troy

- She trained his ass to beat Troy's ass, awesome

- They're besties now, I love that (they do be shit talking Troy)

WD (She/Her)

- She is a fox-hybrid played by Milo :0

- She lives in Cogtopolis and is working on a way out by getting rid of the cave-in

- Friends with a koala hybrid named Carpet

- She's old friends with Ripley, but they got separated because of the cave-in

- She called Ripley really pretty, so I have a feeling that they might be gay :3

- Knows her way around Cogtopolis pretty easily and knows a lot of people

- She works for The Inventor in his secondary lab in Cogtopolis

- A lot of her tools were made by Ripley (we love lesbians)

- She definitely seems to have feelings for Ripley (yippee, lesbians!)

- She hasn't seen Ripley for a while and is desperate to get out of Cogtopolis and find her

Other:

- Clockwork soldiers are patrolling more frequently and can now speak

- The Inventor is missing after using the teleporter

- Mai is missing after going back home to The Hole

- There are no more races until she is found

- She was in the dungeon that Troy was sent down

- Mai, and Doppler, are at this "Overseer Island"

- The Street Rats are referred to as Relicites by the citizens of Wonder

- People say that they aren't real

- Borris mentions The Overseer, but who the hell is that?

- The Overseer is obtaining information from the Street Rats. He has sketches of The Inventor, Ripley, Professor Cross, and Troy

- Why does he have sketches of those people??

- How does he know about the civilization in the hole??

- The Overseer is suspicious, the way he acts and speaks seems very calculated. It freaks me out

- The Overseer needs The Inventor and needs Ripley captured

- He needs The Inventor because The Inventor will give him power

- The Overseer wants Aeon removed from her position of power

- Pinch is working for The Overseer???

- The Overseer hired him to find the Inventor

- He struck a deal with The Overseer to keep Doppler safe

- Mai is from Reclaim, a bunny-human hybrid

- The Overseer and his soldiers know everything about the Street Rats, including where they live

- It could also be that he has known this entire time that there is a city below his very feet

- The Mountaineers are a group of people who live near a mountain that is seemingly very dangerous. They also harvest the Wonderous Coal that is used for power

- There's a chance that since the Wonderous Coal powers everything in Wonder and Reclaim, the forest on the first tier of the Mountain is magical from the coal's properties

- The Mountain has 4 tiers, each different from each other. The first tier is a warm, forest area that gave the group 1d10 temporary hit points

- I wonder what the other tiers are like

- The Wonderous Coal isn't natural, it just appeared out of nowhere. When it originally showed up, no one knew what to do with it

- The forest has vague remnants of a place called Farindell (probably spelled that wrong lmao). None of the party has heard of that place

- They also don't know what elves are

- Dark Elves fought Farindell, their place was called Holdstead

- Fire, Water, and Earth elementals exist in a cave within the forest :0

- There's a stone that controls them

- The statues are of Dakota Cole, William Wisp, Vyncent Sol, and Ashe Winters (I need to get a job and watch this show, wtf-)

- THEY'RE AT THE PRIME DEFENDERS BASE, TF?? (I need to watch Prime Defenders-)

- Fartbo is there and there's a hologram of Tide talking about the Prime Force

- The layers in order are: Prime Defenders, Blood In The Bayou, (to be added to in the next episode)

- APOLLO??? LIKE THE GREEK GOD?? HOLY SHIT, LET'S GOO

- Medusa is here, yippee! We love Medusa

- She is so done with Troy (real)

- She gave Blink a brace that can cast Mage Armor, let's goooo

- She's a girls girl fr

- She's so fucking cool

- Julius and Medusa are both cursed to remain within the maze until one of them can best the other and win the Gods' favor to set them free

- GRIZZLY HAS A NEW CHARACTER?! WTF?!

- His name is Julius :0

- He better not replace mah girl (he probably won't, it's most likely just like Goobleck)

- Full name: Damian Augustus Julius Caesar (:0 reference holy shit)

- He ded (I got attached to him TwT)

- Aeon is at the University of Dreamers and Doers

- H O W?!

- The people are angry with the Future Thinkers because they are so focused on getting out without causing another cave-in

- Cogtopolis is entirely within the clock in Airhart. It extends down to Reclaim and this is where the Future Thinkers reside

- It seems like the cave-in has prevented food from getting into the city

- There are mostly Reclaim citizens, as far as Runt can tell

- Ripley is human, so would that mean the Inventor could be too?

- The Future Thinkers believe there is only one right way to do things and disregard anything or anyone that says otherwise, such as Ripley (she deserves better 😤)

[msnihilist]

@marshemillow Sorry, I'm choosing to reply in a reblog because it turns out that I actually have quite a lot to say about this and I don't think it'll fit in a reply >_<

This is why I put, "it's not just me, is it?" in the tags. Because the narrative doesn't directly do this, but the way that the later seasons of SU handled Pink Diamond just... left a bad taste in my mouth, I guess.

When the truth comes out about Rose being Pink, Garnet breaks apart because Ruby and Sapphire feel like they've been manipulated to be together. Which is fair. I don't think any of the characters are "feeling" the wrong things, I think some of this stuff is nuanced and there's no "correct" way to feel about Rose.

But Pearl explains that, for Rose, the "revolution" was just for herself, mainly, until she met Garnet — that seeing Garnet expanded her world in ways she'd never even thought of and her revolution became for Garnet, and all the other Gems who didn't fit underneath Homeworld's tyranny. So that's cool. And it makes sense — Pink Diamond is so high-ranking and secluded from normal Gems that I really don't think she ever thought about others feeling the same way as her before!

Except that when Ruby and Sapphire choose to get married, they're doing it because "this time Garnet is our choice," (like she wasn't before??) and they don't say anything about Rose, or have, like, a seat set aside for her?

I guess what gets me the most is that, later on in the show, Rose is treated like a shadow that hangs over everyone instead of their dead friend who fought for them to live a life filled with their own choices. Because this pattern with things being "now Rose-free" like Ruby and Sapphire's wedding, continues.

In SU Future, the Gems have set up "Little Homeworld" which is a school for them to teach Gems how to be themselves. Which is neat! I like it a lot. I like that some of the Gems legitimately do find satisfaction in their assigned roles, and some don't (good allegory for finding your own gender and sexuality, here, too 👍)

But, like, the Crystal Gems named their "freedom school" after the dictatorship that they fought so long to leave. And some Gems still enjoy living that way. So it's clearly not that Homeworld itself is the problem, or what the Gems are trying to heal from.

And it feels like Steven's whole healing journey is getting as far away from his mom as possible. Ever since the whole "I am my mom" stuff, the narrative has been saying that Steven is burdened by the legacy that Rose left him with. (Sorry that she didn't think thousands of years into the future before trying to leave her abusive family as peacefully as possible???) And it's fine for him to feel that way, but it's not Rose's fault. She never foresaw herself even having a child, or that Homeworld would come back to torment said child thousands of years later.

He leaves Beach City to "find himself," which is cool, but even in the finale episode of SU Future, he's being hugged by everyone, including the Diamonds, and there's no mention at all of his mother. Between the Ruby and Sapphire wedding, and Pearl's thing with Volleyball, it feels like they're all trying to heal from Rose herself.

Between Volleyball and Spinel, God, I can't tell which writer hated Rose more! Calling what Rose did to Volleyball a "tantrum" (yes, because God forbid an abused child with no emotional regulation lash out) felt so disrespectful towards Rose as well as Volleyball. And the whole thing with Pearl ("how did you move on?" "I didn't.") felt SO pretentious and honestly really soured my enjoyment of the episode. Because they never talked about Homeworld or the Diamonds, they talked about Pink, and what she did to them.

And the hug at the end of SUF proves that it wasn't Homeworld that Steven, or anyone else, was trying to heal from. The Diamonds were ultimately forgiven. So I don't understand why Rose is treated as a narrative Boogeyman.

It's so weird to me that Steven Universe retroactively tried to make Pink Diamond into a bad person, like?? She was abused and neglected and manipulated, and no one saw her as anything important even after she 'died.' She was a toy to White and a funny little thing to Blue and Yellow. Her sisters liked her dances and her songs and her happiness, but they never really liked her — in fact, they tried for decades and centuries to smother anything individual about her. And they only realized they were wrong thousands of years later.

Personally, I think everything Rose did was justified. I wouldn't have handled that kind of abuse with even half as much dignity and grace.

[secndbest]

# 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝟎𝟎𝟑 : 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄

a bit of tasteful body paint and a shotgunned white claw never hurt nobody. ©

[gu6chan]

Your post about The Most American Sandwhich just made me imagine Leonard as an American... Leonard scuttling about at a Walmart parking lot, trying to fit all the food he bought in the trunk (enough to hermit away for the next few weeks begote he has to restock again)

this is a bit late but this has me WAILING........ american leonard, what groceries will he buy........ do you think he would treat him also to The Most American Sandwich

now introducing: the U.P's youngest resident

also during the process of scribbling in his hoodie i looked at it and almost started crying

[supahstarrr]

as a dr fan we need to acknowledge that some of the danganronpa characters suffer through chronic liners for bad humor by out-of-touch old guy writers syndrome

[saltedsolenoid]

i feel like one of the things that makes my new project so intriguing to me is just how childish and friendly it all feels. like. it's a partially-illustrated chapter book you pick up in your third-grade elementary library and never really forget nor remember. it doesn't have as much depth as some other things that i've worked on but it's so warm and that makes up for it all.

[daedrabela]

sometimes i'll just be chilling with my bf and i start talking about something weird that happened to me as a kid/when i was younger and it turns out that was a whole ass trauma and then we sit there looking at each other like 😮

[the-best-bagel]

free roaming outdoor dogs a la cats are not a good idea and are just asking for injuries and conflict but unfortunately i've only ever had great experiences growing up in a neighborhood with a handful of those dogs and i miss themmmmm

[minnies-puppydoll]

OT8 SKZ Headcannons:

.• {how they orgasm}•.

OT8 x reader HCS..smutty, kinda fluffy

Warnings: degredation, breeding, mentions of choking/slapping, reader is called a bitch, lots of cum obviously, if i missed any lmk!

first post!! lmk how u feel abt it and send me asks!! :3 enjoy~*

smut below the cut….

Christopher Bahng:

• straight to his core. loud, strangled noises spill from his mouth as he ruts into you like a desperate dog.

• grips onto whatever he can grab on you. especially when his orgasm takes him by suprise, hes gasping and frantically finding your wrist to hold so he can ride it out.

• during, he’ll lean down and send a growlish-moan to your ear, in a “you did this to me.” way😵‍💫

• his cock definetly throbs, if he pulls out, all you can see is it bobbing up and down and shooting out hot cum.

• he’s dazed afterwards, looking at his mess with half-lidded eyes as he smears it with his thumb.

• hits him more forcefully than sensually, like a pent up release. and trust, if you choke or slap him while he’s cumming then he’ll roll his eyes back and cum 10x harder.

• same for if he’s cumming from your strap, then its all broken whines and drooly pillows from there.

• im a firm believer of breeding kink chan. he’ll press down on your tummy so you can’t miss the feeling of his warm cum swelling you up.

“ahn- fucking..feel that? good whores get bred out, right? thats fucking right..made me cum, sweet girl..”

Lee Minho:

• sooooooo long.

• his dancer core makes his orgasms last forever.

• you’ll be done touching him, and a minute later his cock is still throbbing and squirting out little droplets of cum.

• usually has deeper, longer moans throughout. but when it first hits, he lets out a loud, pornographic noise akin to a yell.

•his head lowers and his face is pained and focused. hands trembling slightly at how hard it hits him.

• makes the prettiest faces during it. all pleasure dazed, like hes in a trance, or like he can’t believe how intense his orgasm is.

• def an eye roller. his orgasms hit hard, not in a shaking way, but he’ll throw his head back and grip onto you, so he can hold you still while he works through his orgasm.

•when his eyes arent rolled to the back of his head, they are either closed or heavy lidded and unfocused.

• coming back to this, he prefers holding you still while he cums. hes way too sensitive for any extra motion. if you try to move on top of him, he’ll firmly cling onto your shoulders to keep you still.

• always a bit exsausted afterwards, but still laughs in disbelief at how long it really is.

“ah!…stay still. stay fucking still, please. just let me cum…mmfh- fuck..feels so good.”

Seo Changbin:

• goes quiet when he’s about to cum. like its the only thing he can think about.

• 1/3 of moanracha. one of the only ones that moan (but turns kinda growl-ish at the end🤭)

• he knows his strength, so when he cums he tries to either get off of you or relax his body as much as he can. (thats why he prefers you on top)

• sounds in pain but he’s definetly not. he forgets how good you make him feel sometimes.

• a lip-biter, its how he calms himself down, also a throbber!! his hips never stutter though, he’s very good.

• a slut for his neck being touched, bite or kiss on his neck and he’ll cum so good for you.

• like i said earlier, he wants to hold you close so bad! but, he’s nervous he might crush you. so he trains himself for you, softly fucking into you and holding his trembling body back from just holding you down and pounding you.

• soft binnie boy in his dirty talk, his strength doesn’t match his words as he softens his body and starts to cum inside you.

“soft- soft..g’nna fuck you softly, yeah? sweet girl..making me cum..so good to me.”

Hwang Hyunjin:

• 2/3 of moanracha. he moans unashamed, long, sensual noises that have you dripping.

• treats an orgasm like a piece of art, making sure to cum right on your pretty pussy and admire.

• his thighs tremble and his mouth hangs open, pleasure spreading along his body and glowing in his sides, eventually spilling all out onto you, his stunning muse.

• when he’s fucking you, there is nothing in the world that could break his concentration. its like you both have built this sweet atmosphere in the air, heated colors flash in your mind, trapping you with him.

• and when he cums, that atmosphere shatters into a million pieces, like nothing else in the entire world matters besides you and the intense pleasure you’re making him feel.

• he likes when you cum before him, so he can watch your every reaction to his hard work.

• but he likes it even better when you cum with him, he likes sharing the moment with you, so he might even make you hold it.🤭

“…fuck- hold it. i’m almost there, don’t fucking cum yet..fuck! i love you! i love you..so much.”

Han Jisung:

• 3/3 of moanracha. his moans are loud and uncontrollable.

• BIGGEST EYE ROLLER. ive seen him do that shit too many times in videos, im so serious he does that when he cums.

• he also cannot control that tongue of his, shits always out of his mouth while drool drips from his bottom lip.

• he just loves feeling good!! he’ll take anything you give him as long as he gets to cum.

• his poor little cock gets so red. drips a massive amount of precum just to squirt out such a pathetic little load.

• loves teasing his cock after he cums. he’ll rub himself on whatever he can, twitching at the little sparks of harsh pleasure that it grants him.

• says “fuck me” even if he’s topping, such a freaky ass bitch😭

• and if you’re pegging or fingering him, you’ll be suprised at how slutty that little mouth of his is, drooling and babbling out such meaningless little praises and begs.

• grips your wrist and thrusts frantically into you with loud, pathetic whines. his eyes are a bit teary when he places his hand on your tummy, begging you to cum because of how overstimulated he’s getting.

“ah..fuck- fuck me, fuck me harder..shit. ah, please cum- ah..soon. please? s’too much.. i know, im pathetic..m’sorry.”

Lee Felix:

• so sensual. like his orgasm is fire, burning his body so slowly.

• his hips may be frantic, but his voice is shuddery as he whispers pretty words and praises into your ears.

• his face heats up so much its unreal. he cant help but blush at how good you make him feel!!

• that deep voice in your ear😵‍💫 makes u wanna be silent so you can hear him better.

• small load, nothing too much, but it tastes so sweet. you beg him to cum on your face or in your mouth, he feels a little bad but he can’t hold it when he sees you stick your tongue out while he jerks his cock off.

• likes recieving pain when he cums, like scratching his thighs or biting down on his shoulders. it embarrasses him but also makes him drool🫶🏽

• okay fr guys..i think felix can squirt. HEAR ME OUT.

• rub the palm of your hand over his tip rapidly, or agressively rub his slit and he’s writhing and arching under you. gripping your wrist and begging you to slow down before he hides his face and squirts all over his tummy.

• he’s such a pleaser, that he’s unable to focus soley on his pleasure. so if he accidentally cums before you, he’ll pull out and mutter little apologies as he rubs your clit, ruining his own orgasm while shoving his face in your neck.

“..ah! fuck! sorry…m’sorry..hah- so sorry, angel..please cum- please cum too?”

Kim Seungmin:

• when he's subbing, he's a desperate humper. wether its your shoe, or your hand, or even your belongings hes frantically fucking into it, trying to cum hard.

• but the way he cums is still the same, no matter what role he's playing.

• it looks earth shattering. he twitches and shakes, and his eyes are tightly shut (when they arent rolled back to his brain)

• he tries to have you lock eyes with him when he cums, but it always ends up with him breaking it almost immediately.

• prefers to cum on your lower back or tummy, but he's a bit of a clean freak so this preference doesn't help him at all😭

• very dazed and tender after. he'll look at you with loving eyes and caress your cheek, kinda like the sweet version of chan's "you did this to me" attitude.

• he used to be very shy about the way he acted when he came, so he would hold it in, but once you tried to forced one out of him anyway. poor boy was begging you to "wait" and "stop," but his body betrayed him and twitched into your hand.

"mm'ah! wait! stopstop' please- ill cum! please."

(or..dom ver bc im a slut 😈)

"oh? fine..make me cum then, bitch..c'mon- oh fuck..that's a good girl. only thing you're good for, right slut?”

Yang Jeongin:

• doesn’t hit him quite as hard as the others, now that doesn’t mean its not enjoyable for him.

• it just means that his buildup is stronger than his orgasm, it comes in blissful waves rather than the others.

• when it hits, his jaw drops and his eyes close, but soon after 4 seconds of that, hes giggling about it and using it to give you more pleasure.

• big ass load. he cums so much its not funny. he likes cumming in you too, so good luck with that!

• whispers long, teasing groans in your ear to feel you squeeze around him.

•he enjoys fucking more than the actual climax, so he’ll usually hold his orgasm off until you’re begging him to cum.

• then, he’ll tilt his head and glide his cock along your clit with the same pace, like he never stopped fucking you. laughing at your cries and pleads.

“hm..aw, poor baby..want my cum? need my cum inside you? hm..ill think about it.”

[suguae]

Haunted

Toji cannot move on, until he realized too late.

Warnings: Angst, slightest fluff (reader and baby 'gumi moment)

You were just a girl, standing in front of a man, asking him to love you.

How hard was that for him? Yes, he wasn’t good with his words but he wasn’t good at anything else either. He was just there.

Maybe because the woman he truly loved—he was still mourning over her. His sad eyes every time he watched an old couple dance together, wishing he had been doing that but with her. The cute babies babble with their mothers as Megumi babbles with his father, how he wished his wife was still here instead of you. He never said it, but that’s what it felt like. 

And perhaps that's what it was. 

Sometimes he curses himself out when he accidentally calls you his wife's name. During intimate times only. You tried—trying to keep the emotions in as if it wasn’t breaking every part of you, was the hardest part. “Look he’s walking...” You smiled at the dark haired baby who was walking towards you. Toji smiled, making sure he’d record every second of it; deep down he wished his wife was the one the baby was walking towards instead of you.

And it was wrong—so wrong. 

“This relationship, I’m with you but Toji—Toji this is the loneliest I’ve ever felt.” You whispered while he ate his leftovers, his brows still furrowed from the argument occurring earlier. Having Toji work from 9–5 wasn’t the best but good thing he had you, helping him out with so much. Picking up groceries, picking up his lovely son—until you mentioned that one of his teachers mistaken you as his biological mother. That right there was enough to make Toji angry for weeks at least.

But not this time.

He stopped chewing on his food after you spoke, waiting for more of an explanation. Which you figured he needed, “I don’t think you’re in love with me–” 

“I like you [name], a lot.” He cleared his throat. He leaned back on his chair as his arms crossed waiting for you to continue the sentence he interrupted. 

Right, he liked you a lot. These three rough years you’ve been dating Toji—that particular l word was never uttered once, not even if he was drunk, or having a special moment with you. You huffed trying to find the right words for Toji to understand. That was until little Megumi started crying from his room. “I’ll try to put him back to sleep, finish eating.” He watched as your fragile little body sulked its way to Megumi’s room.

He knew this was gonna happen, he knew you were bound to leave him sooner or later. 

You smiled as you opened the door to see the little Megumi standing on top of his little bed. His hands wiping his tears as he ran towards you, his arms now wrapping around your legs. “Sleep with mama and papa.” He cried out as you leaned down to pick up the little boy. “[name] and papa, not mama okay?” You corrected him, if Toji were to find out that he had been calling you that, then that argument would’ve climaxed.

The little boy nodded, his tears now gone as you swayed him around. “Sleep with you.” He mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder as he played with a strand of your hair. “Just for tonight.” You whispered, watching Megumi pick up his head and smile. Content with your answer. 

Toji’s heart could just swell at the sight. You treated his son as if he was your own and nothing looked so much better right now, except for the fact that he wished it was his wife.

Megumi was now soundly sleeping between you and Toji, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” His eyes shut tightly hearing those piercing words leave your mouth. It hurt when his wife left him, but this hurt was different—different because he knew it was coming yet he didn’t want to do anything about it. 

“I’m sorry—”

“You don’t need to be the one apologizing.” He watched your soft gaze stare at completely nothing. He was confused, this was his fault. He never treated you how you needed deserved to be treated. “It was my fault for throwing myself at a man who simply was not ready.”

The next morning was silent—baby ‘gumi was confused at the saddened look on your face. Constantly walking up to you asking if you were okay. He was still just a baby, yet he read the room so well. “I’m sure we can work this out—” Toji now sitting next to you on the couch, some cartoon playing in the back as Megumi’s little head sat on your lap. “You’re not ready, Toji.” You nodded, eyes still glued on the tv as if it was meant for you and not the little Megumi. 

“And how are you so sure—”

“Tell me you love me then.” Your eyes are now fixed on Toji’s. It was hard, he felt as if his mouth had been glued shut. You sigh, bringing your gaze back to the tv, “I love you—but it’s hard when it’s one sided Toji.” 

It hurt much more, seeing you drive away as the clueless Megumi waved you out. Poor thing thinks you’re simply going to the store. The house that once felt like home was so dull now. Toji sat little ‘gumi down on the couch. 

His constant, “mama?” or “[name]?” while he kept his gaze on the door every so often. Nothing prepared Toji for this. Megumi cried that he wanted to sleep with his mama and papa, his heart swelled knowing that he had been talking about you.

You were gone, just like his wife. But it hurt—it hurt so much more knowing that you’re alive trying your best to…move on. He stayed up late that same night, stumbling upon a video from two years ago. When Megumi first learned how to walk. You and Toji had just started dating but the look of happiness plastered your face as you watched the little baby walking. 

That was one thing Toji never forgot about, how much you loved kids. Telling him how once you had kids of your own you would finally be able to live in peace. How he heard of it less and less as the years went on, he wonders if you still think that.

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