#whenever i ask questions he mostly gives short answers

[cheekblush]

SCREAM there are rumors being spread about me at work that i have smth going on with a colleague of mine 😭😭😭😭

[oncasette]

biting the lads men

sylus, zayne, rafayel, xavier, & caleb x gn!reader

how each of the love and deepspace men react to an s/o that bites them as a way of showing their love.

content: affectionate biting (non-sexual)

sylus loves when you bite him. the first time you did it, he hadn't even batted an eye. simply smiled and moved his bicep closer for you to chomp down to your heart's content.

you tend to use your teeth when you're forced to sit quietly beside him, likely when he's doing something related to onichynus or a business deal he needs to finish up before he gives you his undivided attention for the night. you'll sit either in his lap, curled up in his shoulder, or just next to him under his arm. he doesn't mind if you ramble, but you know better than to expect him to answer all of your hypotheticals while he's focusing.

instead, when you've had your fill of talking to mostly yourself, you'll lower your head against his shoulder and bite down. you don't latch on very hard, but it's enough for sylus to know you're using your teeth.

"am i boring you, kitten?" he asks, setting his pen down in favor of cradling the back of your head. you dislodge yourself at the sensation, allowing him to pull your face up to look at him. he's got that knowing smirk on his face, his other hand tightly wrapped around your hips to keep you from falling as he shifts you to straddle his thighs.

“no,” you hum, tilting your head to nip at his wrist. he laughs, the sound vibrating through your body.

“no? just being… frisky?” a hand slides up under the bottom hem of your shirt to rest on the small of your back. you nod, biting a bit harder when you reach the base of his palm. he hisses.

“are you almost done with your work, sy?” you whisper. you gently kiss the indents your teeth had left.

“i’m all yours, sweetie.”

zayne doesn't really comment on it. after the first few incidents, and the round of questions that had followed, he knows you don't mean any harm by it. rather, he knows it's a way for you to express yourself to him when words seem to elude you.

it always seems to happen when zayne’s already settled down for the evening. unlike when you’re trying to lure him away from his work—when you use lingering touches and gentle kisses to pull his attention toward you—zayne always seems to find you biting him when he’s already got his sights set on you.

the two of you will be spread out on the couch, you sat between his thighs with your back to his chest and his arms around your shoulders, when your teeth latch into his forearm. he doesn’t move, doesn’t shift, just smiles softly with a kiss to your temple as he continues to watch the move you’d put on.

“react,” you huff, biting a bit harder near the junction of his elbow.

“what would you like for me to say, darling?” he says, the ghost of a laugh seeping out of him. you shrug, snuggling back further into him with your lips pressed against his bicep.

“i’m bored,” you huff.

“i can tell,” he says softly. his hand slides down your arm to intertwine your fingers together, bringing the pair up to his mouth to kiss the back of your hand. “would you like to do something else?”

“no,” you say, shaking your head. your tongue peeks out to swipe across a recently bitten patch of skin. you always tended to bite him more when there was more skin at your disposal, he’d noticed, leading him to wear short sleeves around the house.

“alright, then,” he says. he settles back down into the cushions and tightens his hold on you. when you latch down on his arm again, all he says is, “i love you, too, darling.”

rafayel pretends to hate it. he'll get all whiny and pouty each time you do it, threatening to kick you out of his studio for abusing him, but he secretly revels in it. he gets this pretty pink flush on his cheeks whenever your teeth make contact with his skin, despite whatever nonsense spews from his lips.

“hey! meanie,” he huffs, yanking his arm out of reach from your mouth. he cradles it to his chest, running his thumb gently over the barely-there indent your teeth had made in his skin. it’s the most offended you’d seen him. almost.

you continue to do it, though, a lot gentler, until one day his protestations actually manage to break through to you.

he fully rolled away from you, turning so that his back was facing you. when you attempted to warm up to him again, placing your face into the crook of his neck and sliding your hands around his waist, he swatted at your fingers until you pulled away. you could hear him pouting, the dramatic sighs and whines.

after that, and after you’d made it up to him the following morning with plenty of kisses, you stopped biting him. rafayel had assumed it was only for the day, making only a comment or two about how he was “bite mark free” for the first time, but when you withheld your teeth from him for a week and a half, he started to get whiny again.

at first, it’d been silent gestures. holding his arm close to your face when you cuddled, making sure you were angled toward his shoulder when you watched something.

then, “why don’t you bite me anymore?”

“you don’t like it,” you say, turning your head slightly to look at him. he’s sitting on the couch beside you, a sketch pad laid open over his lap. it’d stayed blank for the last thirty minutes.

“i never said that,” he says.

“yes, you did,” you laugh. “you called me a meanie and didn’t talk to me for a day.”

“are you sure about that? i probably just called you cutie like i always do and then got… laryngitis or something,” he huffs, his bottom lip protruding out. he drops the sketch pad onto the coffee table before he scoots closer to you. “will you just bite me again, cutie?”

“you want me to?”

if he had any reservations before—which he didn’t— the way your face lit up at the idea was enough to erase them completely. he nods, holding his hand up to your lips, allowing you to nibble as you pleased.

xavier is confused by it, but lets you do as you please. his brows will knit together and he’ll stare at you with those big eyes he always gives you, but he never protests or gives you any indication that he wants you to stop.

the first time you did it, he thought it was an accident. he flinched slightly, but didn’t make a comment besides that. once it started becoming a regular thing, he began to have more and more questions about your motivations.

“starlight?” he asks softly, not moving save for the slightest tilt of his head. your teeth are still latched into his shoulder. you hum in reply, nipping your way across his shoulder and down to his arm. “did i do something?”

“no? why do you ask?”

“you’re biting me,” he replies.

“yeah? i always do that,” you hum, mixing in a couple kisses with your bites before you pull back. you shift so that you’re facing him more. “do you want me to stop?”

he grabs your wrist when you start to pull further away. “no. you can keep doing it.”

“yeah?” you ask, immediately leaning in to bite down on his cheek. his face scrunches, a soft pink hue dusting over the skin beneath your lips.

he's not entirely sure of why you bite, but you never bite down enough to hurt him, and you always seem so happy after you've done it, so who is he to prevent you from latching down every once in a while?

caleb bites you back. he takes it as a challenge. you always bit him when you were kids when you were angry, or, god forbid, he was holding you down for any reason. if he was tickling you, or tackling you, your first instinct was to sink your teeth into the closest body part you could find. he went to school one day with a huge mark on his ankle once, and you never heard the end of it.

now, when you do it, he's prepared. it's almost as if he goads you into it, knowing he'll be able to do it back.

he'll wander around your apartment with a sleeveless shirt on, practically lording his arms in your face, and you have no choice but to chomp down on his bicep.

the moment you sneak behind him, your arms linking around his hips, he's on guard. he knows all your tactics. despite the otherwise gentle touches, he knows the minute your lips wander anywhere close to his arms, he's going to be feeling more than your lips.

he says your name in warning moments before it occurs. within a second of you latching down, he's spinning you in his grasp and attacking your skin with nips and bites of his own. he starts at your neck before traveling down to your shoulder and biting down with the same intensity you'd used on him.

"caleb!" you squeal, pushing his face away despite the stream of giggles leaving your lips.

"what?" he asks, softening his movments. "i'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine."

"only i'm allowed to bite," you counter.

"is that so?" he asks, lifting his head up to look you in the eye again. you nod as he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours. within a second, though, he's sliding back down to bite down at your shoulder. "i don't think so, pipsqueak."

[energ00n]

APPRENTICE AU MASTERPOST

-> If you have any question/ask, please send it over at @ene-ask

If you're interested in the AU, let this be your guide. I suck at writing but I'll do my very best. Just a warning this is LONG and I'll probably update it as I go.

I. What is Apprentice AU?

Setting

Apprentice AU takes place in a timeline where all the original Thirteen Primes are ALIVE. They're the rightful rulers of Cybertron and each takes charge of an aspect in their society (religion, military, economy, etc...) keeping everything running.

To be efficient with this, they take bots themselves deem exceptional under their wings and train those into worthy leaders for Cybertron. And potentially, a new Prime.

Fun fact: Only one bot has achieved Primacy through apprenticeship and it's Sentinel Prime.

2. Story

The AU mostly revolve around Orion Pax and D-16, specifically their growing relationship while being Apprentices of Prima Prime and Megatronous Prime, respectively.

Some art and comic I've made of them:

First meeting - First greeting

Chatter - Pastime - Watchful eyes

Orion's upgrade (< context)

Lord High Protector

Fanwork

Fandub

Fanfic

An Apprentice’s (Unofficial) Guide to House Garments

To see only art, use the tag #apprentice_au

Ask tag for filter is #ask_ene

II. What entails being an Apprentice?

Role

A bot can only have 1 Prime as their mentor, thus wholeheartedly devote to that Prime's purpose. During the apprenticeship, the bot will learn all their Prime offers and graduate once they are ready to contribute to Cybertron.

Example:

Prima is in charge of the Religious aspect -> Orion learns of ritual and duties that help with the church

Megatronous is in charge of Cybertron's military -> D-16 is trained to be a warrior/soldier

2. Garment

Once becoming a Prime's apprentice, you are obligated to adorn their House's garment. Mostly consist of one primary colour of the Prime and an accent colour + accessories.

^^^ All designs shown thus far ^^^

*Regarding Nexus: Nexus' garment consist on a golden visor with a star on the right eye. The Visor can come in any frame!! Not just the one showed above

All the garments are considered extreme honour, a blessing that reminds the apprentices of their devotion to their Prime mentors

There's a little made up rule between the Apprentices that only your special somebot can touch your garment, consider how important it is. Like a forbidden peck on the lips if you will.

╔══ •- Popular Questions -• ══╗

***Asks are now being filtered, you can look up the topic you want by #ask_topic (example: #ask_prima)

character asks will be #ask_character+name (characters that haven't appeared will be #ask_char)

anything about the world/setting is #ask_system

anything about my boundaries is #ask_boundary

"Where isBee in the AU? Whose apprentice is he?"

He WILL APPREAR. Eventually.

I have answered about him in the past quite a few times too. The AU is still in its very early stage I want to have fun with DPax first before having to learn how to draw other characters, it's tedious work whenever I need to draw a new mech.

2. "Why are Orion and D-16 cogless?"

This is still not thoroughly thought out but a lot of bots do not come online with their cogs. These cogs are later given to them by an older figure in a maturity ceremony.

3. "How are the Apprentices chosen?"

Vibes

4. "Are the High Guard still there?"

Yes. They're intact and is mainly under Megatronous Prime's command. Starscream, Shockwave and Soundwave are D-16's personal trainers since Megatronous has expressed his hope that D will lead the High Guard someday.

Starscream isn't happy so he's a particular harsh trainer to D but he'll be a good guardian figure when D needs him to be. D has a nice friendship with Soundwave

5. "How is X in this AU?"

Most of the time, I will have no idea who you're talking about. I'm super new to Transformers. I would be very appreciative if you'd give me a pic, tell me a short description of the character and maybe suggestion on what trope they might play (anatagonist, mentor, etc...). Information is always welcome.

Please don't ask me about other Primes aside from Prima, Megatronous, Sentinel and Zeta only when it's Sentinel related. Most of it I consider as spoilers. Once again tho, info and suggestions about them would be nice.

Alpha Trion would be fine too but there's nothing much to say about him.

6. "I don't have a question just want to say I like your art <3" "Remember to take care of yourself/take rest!"

Much as I appreciate the notion, I get these wayyyy too often and it's clogging up the inbox. I'd prefer it if you guys keep it in the comment and only send them in as asks if it gets too long

Also very weirdly but being reminded to take care of myself is kinda irksome to me, I rather not keep hearing it.

7. "Can we draw fanart/write fanfic/make our own OCs for the AU?"

On my knees, please do and pleaseeeeeee link me if you do, I want to see all that my stupid AU inspired. Tho I do have a few boundaries:

Dpax/Megop and Prima/Megatronous are SOLID. Please don't ship them with anyone else. Strict one-sided from others is fine tho! (ex: Bee has a one-sided crush on Orion)

Bottom Orion and top D-16 only

Orion is Prima's only Apprentice

Thank you all for reading!

[xotoru]

Guys im ovulating rn and this idea popped up into my head….. MHA boys x ovulating reader at a party or smth, and they notice? :3

I hope you like the way I did this nonie! also sorry this took so long....

Needy

𝖲𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌:𝗋𝖾𝗊!

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: kissing, afab reader, swearing, p in v, fingering, making out, mostly suggestive, quick lazy smut mostly, badly proofread

𝖥𝖾𝖺𝗍: Katsuki.B, Shoto.T, Eijiro.K, Denki.K, Hanta.S, Izuku.M.

Bakugo.K

he would notice the second you don’t snap back at his attitude

The flashing lights and blaring music were nothing short of headache inducing.not a single part of you could care though. Even in the sea of people moving and jumping around all you could seem to think about was him.it had easily become too much, and soon you found yourself excusing your tired self to the kitchen where last you heard he was.

once you pushed past a few sweaty drunk people your eyes immediately landed on him. he was leaned against the sink drinking something from a red solo cup.his same rbf evident as he nodded along to the music by himself.even though he was probably annoyed you dragged him here and had a migraine, he look so beautiful. faint brushes of purple and blue lights flashed across his face from the living room. shining off his blonde hair perfectly.

Maybe it was the copious amounts of alcohol you had ingested, or maybe it was simply how desperate you were for him, but you immediately strode up to him. wasting no time to reach his bored frame. “What’s up?” He asked in his signature gruff voice.setting his drink down on the counter as he turned to face you fully.

you didn't even waste a second of your air before you were grabbing the collar of his shirt and smashing your lips onto his. every part of your movements were  unplanned and messy, and you were fairly sure he could tell.

quickly he pulled apart, not out of disgust but it seemed like more confusion. “fucks up with you?” he spoke in slight shock.you simply couldn’t stand being apart from him for a second so naturally you found yourself grabbing his face and pulling him back to your lips. quickly he pulled away again.

“thought you were on your period or something?” he asked in that same harsh tone of his.voice laced with genuine confusion and concern considering just a week ago you were saying no to sex cause it was ‘that time of the month’. his eyes studied your face carefully.like he was trying to figure out the answer to his own question before you could. you knew it would be futile though. through the flashing purple lights and the

large amounts of alcohol I had consumed there was only one thing etched onto my face, desire.

your eyes flit down to his lips but you hold back for another second. deciding to explain the situation you were currently in and how you were basically gushing all over your tiny pink thong at just the thought of being remotely near him. as you went to speak, not an ounce of annoyance on your face(something which would have been very clear if it were any normal day and he spoke to you like that.) you watched his mouth form a small “o” shape. He had beat you to it.

“oh I get it now...” he said as he leisurely pulled you closer to him by your hips. grabbing a handful of your ass as he leaned in real close. “No wonder you weren’t being a brat back...” he spoke against your neck before attacking it with dark, hungry kisses. you leaned your head back slightly to give him more access. you didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into with this, but just by the way he was touching you right now, you could tell it was about to be fucking awesome.

Izuku.M

Wouldn’t notice till maybe someone who saw says it as a joke

Now Izuku is a very smart guy. He's far from some air head boyfriend or any sort of overall idiot. Yet nonetheless he could be a bit, oblivious, at times. no matter how hard you stared or how your rubbed your legs together whenever he would innocently hold your thigh, he didn’t seem to notice.

such small touches. ones that would be typically overlooked. small ghostings of his hand against yours as you guys pass through the crowd of dancing people. or his firm grip on his drink as he nodded along to some sort of music in the kitchen.his arms looking oh so ravishing in the black long sleeve under his old shirt. or maybe it was how he was slightly out of breath and sweaty from dancing. coming over to you panting under his breath ever so slightly and asking you if you were alright, he was always so considerate. he was going to drive you insane.

you guys had been in a small group of people in the kitchen. talking amongst each other about how college and hero work had been going so far.everyone laughing heartily at stupid jokes and jabs, except for you. you only seemed to have one thing on your mind. eyes not being able to rip themselves from his pretty long fingers as he used his hands to explain some new piece of his quirk he was working on. or how Adam's apple bobbed as he swung the last of his drink down, face wrinkling at the bitterness of the alcohol the same way it does when he's about to cum.

“Jesus y/n, are you ovulating or something, you look like you’re about to eat izuku whole!” jokes mina from across the two of you. everyone's faces turned to wide smiles as they typically did when mina cracked a joke.laughs leaving their mouths along with your own. it had taken the both of you by surprise she noticed. you didn’t even think you were being that obvious.but as the lighter died down and the rest of the group chatted amongst themselves izuku turned to you.

“Are you?”he asked quietly.you nodded slowly.facer red with sheer embarrassment.you could tell something in his expression shifted as you confirmed your friends suspicions.

That shift was exactly how you ended up in some random bedroom.lacy underwear being thrown across the room along with the rest of your clothes.

“should’ve told me baby...” he huffed out into your ear as his rough fingers grazed over your soaking pussy.rubbing the smallest tight circles over your aching clit.you ha really been waiting for this all night and now that it was finally being given to you, you were mess.drool pooled at the corners of your lips as your boyfriend kissed them.eventually sliding his long thin fingers into your desperate cunt.

you moaned into his mouth.the strong taste of water drink he had earlier falling onto your tongue as it covered his.his fingers moved in and out of you senselessly.he was always such a sweet and caring boyfriend, but the second he would to you needed him in any way he was like a completely different person.his eyes were dark as he went to kiss your neck.leaving a trail of bites and marks as he did so.

as you held onto his shoulder desperately for support, you could feel yourself building up to your climax faster.the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten as your needy pussy did the same around his fingers. your breathing became erratic and your moans got louder as you approached your high.you hadn’t even noticed how he had pulled down your tube top and was now sucking on your perky tits.he looked up at you as you came undone on his fingers.eyes glossed over with love and lust.he really was fucking beautiful, it wasn’t just the ovulation speaking.

Denki.K

is basically ovulating with you

as soon as he saw the skimpy dress you chose to wear for the party he was hooked on you.eyes never leaving you and your figure the whole night. he was trained on your tits when you faced him and trained on your ass when you walked away or were dancing.once you walked into the kitchen he was standing in he pulled you close to him. “You look awful pretty tonight baby,” he said smugly into your ear.a smirk painted on his lips as he did so.

“thanks” you said sweetly with a smile.trying your best to ignore the growing wetness between your legs at simply the feeling of being pressed up against him.he kissed your collar bone. a few times teasingly as you guys sat in the somewhat crowded kitchen.everyone around you being too drunk or too caught up in something else to notice or care.

as you pressed yourself further into him you could feel the bulge growing in his jeans.the feeling of his excitement so close to yours made you squeeze your legs together subtly. “wanna fuck?” he asked childishly in your ear.you weren’t even looking at him but you didn’t have to be to see the smug grin he had plastered on his face.subtly you nodded yes and grabbed his hand.pulling him off to the first bathroom you saw.you made sure to lock the door before quickly pulling him towards your and your lips.

you gripped his shirts as he kissed you back.both of your tongues moving together messily as he backed you up and sat yo on the counter.once yo guys pull apart he hastily began to take his jeans off, along with your panties which were practically drenched by now. he made no fault to line his achingly needy cock up with your entrance before pushing his hips into yours.

your mouth hung open as he pushed into you.looking up at him as he moved slowly.he knew it could be hard for you to take all of him sometimes so he always went slow to start out.your legs shook around him as he continued to thrust into your walls.large hands holding you up by your pretty soft thighs.

he quickened his pace.pushing himself further into you causing your stomach to curl and for your eyes to flutter.he was reaching every part of you that your fingers or any other guy for that matter, never could.his hips moved faster into yours.chasing his own high desperately seeing as he had been basically creaming his pants all night sincere first saw you all dolled up. “you feel so fucking good...” he whispered.chucking slightly under his breath.

“why’re you...mph-laughing?” you barely got out through his harsh thrusts and your moans.looking at him and his stupidly wide smile as he stared down at where you two were connected with confusion.

“not laughing at you...just huff I dunno...” he mumbled as you picked up his pace.biting his lip as he used the counter t stabilize himself while he pushed further intyour soaking cunt.you didn’t even career about his strange comment.lust taking over your mind as your head leaned back against the mirror behind you while he fucked into you.he made no sense a lot of the time, but boy could he fuck your brains out

Shoto.T

Wouldn’t realize at all I fear

He looked so good tonight, too good almost. He never normally dressed down so seeing him in those dark blue jeans and random tee shirt was making your eyes practically fall out of their sockets. as he talked to some people casually you couldn’t rip your eyes from his sender frame from the island  in the kitchen where you were meant to be getting the two of you more drinks.

you swore you could feel knees go slightly weak as his lips curled into a small smile while he nodded along to whatever the person was saying.before you knew it you were strutting over to him desperately.

“Hey baby, where’re our drinks?” he asked as he looked down at your empty hands. you had honestly forgotten about the drinks as soon as he caught your eye from across the kitchen

you glanced over at the people he had been talking to quickly before turning back to look into his lidded eyes. “can we uhm...go” you asked timidly.nervous for what he would say. your palms already feeling clammy just from being near him.the wetness between your legs began to pool slowly as you stood there.

he nodded quickly without question. “yeah yeah of course” he said, voice laced with concern. He took his hand into your sweaty one and began to lead the two of you out of the crowded booming house. flashing lights and drunk sweaty swaying bodies would normally make you  uncomfortable but with just the touch of his rough large hand gripping yours, your mind was plagued with utterly lewd thoughts of him.

it felt as if you had blinked and you were getting into the car. before he could speak to ask you what was wrong you were rushing my body over the center console and pulling hip lips to mine. surprisingly  he kissed you back immediately. your lips were moving in an embarrassingly desperate way that made your face go flush and body lean further into his.

his eyes closed as his tongue meticulously fought yours for further touch.it was basically routine at this point for the two of you guys considering how many times you’ve had to sneak out of the dorms to his car so you could just be alone for some time, but nonetheless the riskiness of it all made you beyond excited. the fact that anyone could see us through the clear windows of his car made your thighs squeeze tighter tightly.

as we pulled away to catch our breath you could feel the way your eyes stared at his parted wet lips. the small ragged breaths coming in and out of it making you even more enamored with the boy in front of me. “back seat?” he asked nonchalantly. even in the toughest of training your body had never moved faster to do what a person had instructed of you. you were beyond desperate.

Hanta.S

would notice, y’all would not make it to that party

He knew as soon as he saw you wear that tiny dark red thong he had bought you for your birthday just a month ago that you were looking for trouble tonight.Your short dress riding up just ever so slightly below where the root of your last pregnancy scare covered your pretty cunt. you were hoping for something tonight, and although he was going to give it to you (like he did with everything you’ve ever wanted), he didn’t know how long he could wait.

Before you two even stepped into the crowded house he had his hand placed firmly on your plush thigh the whole ride there. “You're gonna crash driving like that...” you teased.honey voice breaking through the peaceful silence of the night time drive.

“I only need one hand to drive when you’re with me” he responded smugly.smirking ever so slightly as he spoke in a way he knew would get you riled up.you had always liked when he spoke so lowly.like he was saying something he only wanted you to hear. something so seductive or dirty it would only make sense for the words to only fall on your ears.

he squeezed your thigh without thinking much of it before turning back to the road.the dark knight flashed by city lights filling the atmosphere around the two of you. he always looked so beautiful with the bright lights of the city illuminating his every feature, but tonight especially he looked utterly gorgeous.the small smirk tugging on his lips as he kneaded the plush flesh of your thigh, and the small moles that nobody else had ever gotten close enough to see, and the way his dark messy hair sat on his head so perfect. you were struggling to stay in your passenger seat to say the least.

which is exactly why you didn’t, you simply couldn’t. your bodies moved for you causing you to end up sprawled across his lap.core dripping onto his leaky tip as you hovered over him. the fear that someone might catch you lost in the haze and fog of your mind

as you stared down into his lazy eyes which twitched ever so slightly as you lowered yourself onto him.

It was truly amazing how quickly you found yourself bouncing on him.hips and knees moving quicker than normal. you were hungry, you had been waiting for this practically all night. That's not to say he wasn’t enjoying himself either, his eyes which rested in the back of his skull and his lip which had found a home between his teeth were just a few tell-tale signs he was enjoying this plenty.

eventually, as his large hand found a way to your ever moving hips, he found the control to say something “Jesus I knew you were horny but...Huff...this is like a-fuck...whole new person” he sputtered out, his head bobbing slightly to the pace you moved up and down on him. His words or what they meant hadn’t even registered in your head as you stared into his deep dark eyes, falling into them slowly, as if you were drowning in your own ecstasy you gained from just looking at him.so depraved and needy although he had been given just what he wanted.

Once you both eventually reached your highs, shaking legs and tumbling hands and all, he spoke up again. “You're ovulating aren’t ya?” he asked slyly.a smirk tugging at his weak lips once again.your face flushed at his words. not expecting him to have known or noticed, you didn’t even realize how insane you had been acting ever since you both stepped foot into the car.

“how’d you know” you asked as you backed up from where you had been leaning over on his chest.still a bit out of breath but wanting to hear his answer nonetheless.

“you just rode me  into another dimension without my help at all” he chuckled as he looked down to where you two were still connected. eyes flitting back up to your now flushed face as his lips light pecked your jaw before he effortlessly lifted you off of him and back into the passenger. looking at your fucked out blissful face once more before he reached into the backseat to grab the towel you guys used whenever you couldn’t wait till you got out of the car, which was more often then not surprisingly.

Eijiro.K

Would only know cause he tracks your cycle

As you guys got ready to go to your friends “small get together” you couldn’t pry your eyes off of him. no matter what you were doing or how much attention the task at hand required you couldn’t stop looking at  him in your shared bathroom mirror. You ended up leaning over the counter further than you needed to to do your makeup or put some earrings on.hoping that he would catch a glimpse of your red thong from your dress as I rode up slightly.

just to secure his suspicions he check his phone quickly.opening his period tracker app and seeing [you], you were in fact ovulating.without even thinking he found himself pressed against the back of you.muscular arms wrapping around your waist.you hadn’t even noticed how his fingers slowly reached under your skirt.

before you even knew it your arms were shaking as you held yourself up of the could marble counter.your boyfriends thick cock thrusting in and out of you quickly.you were honestly shocked seeing how quickly he caught on to the fact you were honey, having no knowledge of the app on his phone.his large hands gripped your hips as they aloo held your dress up, keeping the fabric bunched up just enough for him to be able to see the fat of your ass moving against him as he thrusted into you.

his leaking mushroom tip was hitting your insides so perfectly, it made you feel stupid how your eyes were rolling back as your mouth hung open slightly.fluid moans and slurred words spilling from your lips with no end in sight.your tits swaying inside of the loose fabric as his hips moved against yours.eventually they smiled out from the falling top.you swore you could see his eyes light up ever so slightly n the reflection of the mirror as that happened.

as you were too far gone tontine he leaned down to be right at your ear level. “so fuckin’ pretty, gushing all over my cock just for me...” he whispered filthily.his hard pistoning of his hips making your legs shake as they held you up.the heels you had opted to wear were making your feet oh so uncomfortable as you  stood in the same spot for far too long, but you were honestly too cockdrunk to even care in the slightest.

slowly you snaked your arm behind you to pull his neck closer to you.fingertips grazing over the edge of his hair gently.your touch ghosting over the back of his neck so delicately.he whimpered ever so slightly in your ear as you continued your movement on your fingertips.

his lips came down to suck on your neck sweetly.leaving big messy kisses to the sensitive skin as he didn't stop his movements for a split second.your poor pussy squelching around him as you sucked is cock in even further.desperate for your own release as he rubbed against your wet gummy walls.

once you could feel yourself getting close you involuntarily squeezed around him more.his hips choked at the acton but nonetheless, he quirked his pace.leaving a few harsh smacks to your ass as he pushed further and faster into you.before you knew it you were coating his cock in your stringy cum.panting as you tired your best to reel yourself in.thank God for that app.

I hope someone gets the ptv reference on sero’s :(

[transvampireboyfriend]

Eddie would come up with the most elaborate schemes to kiss Steve for the first time.

here's mine: He realizes Steve is a gossip early on, like the first time they all hang out someone mentions a rumour in passing and Steve latches on. Eddie is delighted. He's enamoured by the twinkle in Steve's eyes and the intensity in his probing, even the enthusiasm in giving out the information he has about the people in question.

So Eddie knows what he has to do.

Whenever Eddie sees or hears something that frankly should not be any of his business he makes sure to tell Steve. He doesn't mention it to anybody else and most of the time he doesn't care about it much, but he needs to tell Steve.

And he only does it when it's just the two of them. He finds Steve in a secluded corner of the Family Video, says "i think my boss is cheating on his wife" and is rewarded with a gasp.

He follows after Steve when he goes to refill the popcorn in the middle of movie night and casually asks "you know who I saw the other day coming out of Laura's house at 3am?" Steve raises his eyebrows higher than Eddie has ever seen.

He calls Steve at midnight on a Wednesday and opens with "my neighbors are definitely getting back together" Steve answers with a devastated "noooo!"

He leaves the kids in the cookie aisle to go catch up to Steve and lean on the shopping cart shoulder to shoulder and whisper "dont look now, but Heather and Monica are here together, right behind us. They ARE dating" Steve looks immediately.

And Eddie's not only excited about his initial reactions, but he thanks the heavens for his discovery because it gets him Steve's total, undivided attention every.fucking.time. without fail.

Steve turns fully to him, touches Eddie's arms for emphasis, shoves him when Eddie says something dumb, tugs on a strand of his hair a bit when Eddie says something silly, opens his eyes SO wide or squints at him and his eyelashes look sooo pretty. Steve leans in and whispers back and grins and teases and scrunches his nose in the most adorable gesture Eddie has ever seen in his life.

With practice, Eddie goes from having to give Steve's shoulder a back handed slap to get his attention, to just looking at him directly for like 5 seconds and then Steve knows Eddie has something to tell him.

so he does it at dinner, on a nondescript date at a nondescript hour because, mostly, Eddie just kinda can't take it anymore.

He's listening to Steve tell this story about a costumer and frankly, forgets to look away from him and Steve interprets this as Eddie having something to say. He cuts himself off, tilts his head and asks "what?" with mirth in his voice.

Eddie smiles, a little mischievous and says "c'mere I have to tell you something"

Steve smiles back, but says "we're the only ones here, Eds" gesturing to his kitchen.

Eddie rolls his eyes a bit and threatens "do you want me to tell you or not?"

Steve leans across the table, his cut off tank almost touching their spaghetti.

Eddie wants to shove his hands through the armpit holes, but he settles for holding Steve's jaw and threading his fingers through the hair at the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Steve's lips are as soft and warm as he expected, he tastes of the red sauce they cooked together and he smells good enough to eat. Eddie indulges in a thorough kiss but keeps it short.

No matter how many times Steve looks at him like he's the most interesting person in the room, he hasn't outright said that he likes Eddie like that, so he'd rather be careful.

Eddie pulls back and finds Steve smiling, his eyes closed still.

Steve blinks his eyes open and looks at Eddie, his tongue darts out to swipe across his lips and he says "I think that's the best one you've told me yet"

Eddie snorts and feels his cheeks burn "Yeah?" he asks.

"Mmhm" Steve confirms against his lips, already kissing Eddie again.

It takes a while, but eventually Eddie realizes Steve doesn't only give him his undivided attention when he has gossip. He does it pretty much all the time.

Maybe at some point it expanded to everything Eddie has to say.

Or maybe it was like that all along.

[smutinlove]

ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ—ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ

—You know what this is. For my fellow Jason Todd lovers, this is for you.

✯A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

This man can either be rough or soft. But most of the time, he is rough. But he also loves taking care of you. After sex, he'd run a bath for you or give you a well-deserved massage while whispering something along the lines of, "You did so good, love."

✯B = Body part (His favorite body part of yours)

He is a total thigh man. He loves your thighs. Jason loves seeing you wear short shorts that show off your thighs. He also loves it when you sit down and your thighs quadruple in size. It always gets him in the mood.

✯C = Consent (He's a gentleman)

He will NEVER do anything to you without asking first. Jason would hate to see you hurt, especially if he hurt you. He couldn't live with himself if he were the one that hurt you.

✯D = Dirty secret (Very obvious)

Whenever you're out or not around, he'll raid your closet and masturbate using a piece of your clothing. (He is a major horndog)

✯E = Experience (How experienced is he?)

He's had a few flings and hookups before he died. He's experimented with a few things. (Toys etc..) He's a very experienced person. Jason's a quick learner when it comes to you as well. He knows what you feel uncomfortable and comfortable with.

He's occasionally asked Dick or Bruce for advice as well. (Bruce would probably avoid the question and say he needs to go on patrol or something. But Dick would definitely answer and questions from Jason.)

✯F = Favorite position

Missionary. He loves seeing you squirm and moan beneath him while he fucks you until you can't walk straight. And if he's in an extra special mood (jealous/angry) his hands suddenly find their way to your neck, giving you a rough squeeze and ramming into you like it's his last day on earth.

✯G = Goofy (Is Jason more serious or just goofy?)

It depends on Jason's mood. Sometimes he'll make jokes and tease you. But mostly, he's serious and into the moment. And when he's angry or frustrated, he always feels better when he hears you scream his name and moan.

✯H = Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Jason keeps himself neat. He occasionally has a bit of facial stubble. And he may or may not have a bush down there. But if you want him to shave, he will. He's good like that.

✯I = Intimacy (How is he during the moment? Romantic aspect)

I feel like Jason would get a bit uncomfortable when he feels vulnerable. But during sex, he's definitely more rough and does his best to ask how you are.

Jason struggles with showing his emotions and expressing his feelings, but it's something he's working on.

But when you're not having sex, he knows you. Jason is great at reading your feelings. He knows what you want and don't want. He will always want to make you happy and remind you that you're loved.

✯J = Jacking off

(Mentioned in dirty secrets) He really only does it when you're not around. Most of the time, you are the number one thing on Jason's mind, causing him to get hard and have to do something about it.

✯K = Kinks

Size kink - He has a major size kink. He's around 6 feet and he loves the feeling of being bigger than you. He loves towering over you and randomly picking you up, feeling your figure against his chest.

Choking - After he was thrown into the lazarus pit, his grew. A lot. He became stronger as well. He loves the feeling of having control over you. The way you squirm under his grasp makes him feel powerful.

Orgasm denial - He loves to see you beg. Jason wants you begging for even the slightest bit of release. It makes him

✯L = Location (Fav place)

He isn't picky. He will bend you over a sink at your local Arby's if it meant he could fuck you. But Jason loves fucking you in the shower. Him seeing you squirming and moaning under him as he fucks you in a tight secluded space does something to him in so many ways.

✯ M = Motivation (What turns him on)

Jealousy. He absolutely hates it when you talk to other men. He's very possessive over you. The idea of you even taking a small liking to ANYONE pisses him off.

Arguing/bickering. This man loves chaos. It's his natural home. And whenever you two fight, it gets him hard. And that leads to angry makeup sex.

✯N = No (Turns offs)

Gun/knife play - NEVER. He would hate to put you under that kind of thing. Jason would never dream of hurting you. And he grew up in one of Gotham's crime alleys. He knows all the disgusting things that happen.

Threesomes are a no. He hates sharing, especially when it comes to you. The slightest thought of it angers him. He also does not want anyone else to look at you.

✯O = Oral (Preferences in giving receiving, skill, etc..)

This man knows how to eat pussy. He'd eat you out like it's his last meal. He's good at it. He knows what makes you scream. But Jason also doesn't mind being given head. He teases you, calling you a "good girl" and he praises you when you swallow his come.

✯P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and gentle?)

It'd depend on his mode really. But he likes to fuck you hard, but he knows how much you can take. He'll definitely hold your hand. And later on, he'll run you a bath and take care of you.

✯Q = Quickie (his opinion, how often etc..)

He'll never say no to a quickie if you two are down bad. But Jason prefers to take his time with you. He wants you screaming and begging for release. He just loves to tease and make fun of you.

✯R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not much of a risk-taker. (He def can't be an entrepreneur.) If you want him to try something new, you'd have to beg. And it would take a long time for him to actually warm up to it. He'd be okay to use restraints if it's okay with you. But he would never put himself in a submissive position.

✯S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long?)

It would depend on his mood, really. He could definitely go for a round or two if it's just casual sex. But if he's angry or jealous? You will not be able to walk for a few days minimum.

✯T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? do they use them on their partner?)

Jason would NEVER use them on himself. He hates feeling submissive and losing control. But on you? Definitely. I feel like he would definitely use handcuffs on you just to stop you from moving your hands so much when he's devouring your cunt.

✯U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jason motherfucking Todd is the biggest tease ever. He will touch you everywhere but where you want him too. He wants you begging for him. Jason wants you screaming his name, begging him to touch you where you want him too.

✯V = Volume (how loud they are, etc...)

Jason isn't really loud. You'll hear an occasional grunt or low moan coming from him. But he will definitely pull your hair and give you an occasional reminder that HE is the one pounding into you.

✯W = Wild card (random headcanon for character)

Jason wants to dominate you. Period.

✯X = X-ray (what's happening under those clothes?)

his cock is def 8-9 inches. no explanation needed.

✯Y = Yearning (sex drive)

Jason definitely has a high sex drive. He would definitely fuck you all day.

✯Z = Zzz (sleep)

He doesn't fall asleep until you do. He wants to make you feel comfortable and protected. He's a gentleman (most of the time) frr.

»»————<3———-««

im def going back into my jason todd phase. maybe i'll do one for dick and bruce. <3

anyway this took so long to write and im tired. VERY TIRED. maybe jason can tuck me into bed and give me a kiss?

[hannyoontify]

how your relationship with seventeen was revealed

warnings | reader wears nail art for minghao's part

notes | reader is also an idol, kinda unrealistic in some parts but whatever js let me have this one LMAO, not proofread

seungcheol – an interview

he thought it was high time to reveal your relationship to the world. after (a lot of) discussing with you and receiving your permission, he mentioned you during an interview for a magazine shoot. the question was smth around the lines of "what do you do when you have a particularly bad day" and cheol casually said "i go to [name] for comfort. they're a really special person to me and always cheer me up whenever i'm feeling down. i'm lucky to have them." with an absolute love sick smile.

safe to say, twitter almost crashed after that interview was released and you confirmed it on a livestream js a couple days later. (both pledis and your company were not happy but fuck them)

jeonghan – your hair color

your company's very big on self-expression when it came to physical appearance, so they never forced a hairstyle / makeup / clothes on you or your members. you were free to dye your hair however you wished, and you mostly kept it natural. until you met jeonghan. a couple months into your relationship with him, jeonghan came up with the idea of matching hair colors. he often had to dye his hair for comebacks, and instead of dying your entire head, he suggested that you would only get a single, visible strand of hair dyed in the same shade. you loved the idea and no one really noticed, not even your own company, until a eagle-eyed carat pointed it out on tiktok. the entire kpop community knew you and jeonghan were close since you both guest mc-ed together before and one of your members were close with seungcheol. and it seemed legit. the entire internet blew up and it even became a trend among couples. your companies both released a statement just a few weeks later, confirming the allegations.

joshua – his podcast w/ vernon

there was a question sector of the podcast he hosted with vernon where carats could submit questions via twitter and he and vernon would answer them. he saw a question that asked about their thoughts on your group's most recent comeback, and vernon managed to sneak in a few praises, complimenting the composition of one of the bsides before shua began a word vomit of praise, specifically for you. he complimented how much you improved since the last comeback and how good you looked in the music video, the teaser photos, the most recent stage, basically everything. he was so busy talking that he didn't notice the massive side-eye vernon was giving him and once he stopped talking, joshua physically slapped a hand over his mouth because oops.

no worries though, you thought it was funny and thought it was high time that the two of you revealed your relationship. joshua got clowned for it a lot though, especially by vernon.

junhui – instagram

the two of you tried your best to time your posts so nothing seems suspicious. for almost a year, your pictures from cat cafe dates to museum dates and late park dates went unnoticed by fans. that is, until your group went to japan recently for a short trip for promotions and jun tagged along since he had no schedules for 2-3 days. you found a cute convenience store during a late night walk with him and took pictures. some on your own, some of only him, and some together. except this time, the two of you forgot to talk beforehand and you both posted the photos on the same night.

your manager scolded you for being so careless, but truth be told he didn't actually care. he thought it was funny and only had a word with you because as your manager, he had to. (he already knew beforehand and thought you guys looked super cute together)

hoshi – seungkwan

you and hoshi were having a movie date night but you guys weren't particularly in the mood to actually watch a movie so the two of you just fucked around the whole night, prank calling different members to see how they would react and watching instagram reels (because hoshi swears by them and thinks they're better than 'that stupid clock app'). (the funniest reaction you got so far was mingyu, who was half asleep when you facetimed him and asked him if his refrigerator was running. when he responded with a groggy 'yes', hoshi said that he better go catch it and mingyu actually dropped his phone to go catch it.) the next victim was seungkwan, who you didn't know was doing a weverse at the same time. when seungkwan received the incoming facetime call from hoshi, he grinned and decided to accept the call by showing the camera his phone screen. what he didn't expect was to see hoshi's arm wrapped around you and his chin tucked onto your chin when he answered the call.

when seungkwan accepted the call, the first thing you saw was a reflection of you and hoshi, and you recognized the familiar flow of comments flying past the unfamiliar phone screen at an incredible speed. you dropped hoshi's phone in sheer panic and glanced over at your boyfriend who looked as equally panicked, his jaw basically reaching the floor. poor seungkwan began fumbling for a random excuse but it was too late now. the cat (tiger) was out of the bag.

wonwoo – via the company

wonwoo never thought there was a point in hiding your relationship from the public. he was with the person he loved and what a few jobless netizens had to say about your relationship wouldn't change that. after a couple months of 'testing the waters' and seeing how far the two of you would commit to the relationship, wonwoo just straight up went to the ceo of pledis and went 'yo i'm dating [name] from [group name] and you can't stop me' (with your permission of course, and you did the same thing) after a lot of discussion with both your ceo's, the companies agreed to simultaneously release a statement to the public about your relationship with wonwoo.

woozi – his lyrics

we all know woozi projects everything that's going on in his life through his song lyrics. yk those posts where people are like "i need someone to break bruno mars' heart again" bc his breakup songs are so good? it's like that. the latest seventeen comeback is FILLED TO THE BRIM with love songs and everyone and their mother is like "what the fuck is going on" because woozi's written love songs before but not like this??? the lyrics seem so much more deeper and personal, and the listener can almost feel woozi's heart and soul being poured into the lyrics and melody. woozi personally denied anything on a weverse live but people caught on once he released a mixtape of a love song and the lyrics contained a physical description of a person that was a little too similar to you.

minghao – books (and nail art)

minghao likes reading books. you like reading books. that doesn't mean you're dating, right? so many people in the world love to read books, that doesn't automatically make you lovers, right? ... right, except you read and post about the same books minghao reads and recommends to carats. even then, that could've been a coincidence, right? you just have similar taste in books.

wrong. you made a silly mistake of saying on a live how all your favorite books were recommended by a super close friend that you held dear to your heart. still, you can just be friends with minghao, right? wrong again because fans noticed that you had matching nail art with minghao's, the signature 8/infinity sign on your nails. there was no point in being in denial any longer.

mingyu – instagram

another silly little mistake. he recently came back from a trip with just you and him, and naturally, he wanted to upload some photos to instagram for his lovely fans to foam at the mouth scream over (he knows the power he holds). he was lying in bed (next to you), ready for bed as he scrolled through chose different photos to upload. what he didn't realize was that he had also clicked on a photo of you and him kissing in the dark, under a streetlight. it was a classic, romantic kiss. his hand was resting on your lower back, your arms wrapped around his neck as he dipped you, your leg held up by his other hand. almost immediately after posting, mingyu set down his phone and went to sleep in your arms.

the next morning, he woke up to about 56 missed calls from his manager, a BUNCH of weverse notifications, and 300+ messages from the seventeen group chat (that came back to life for the first time in almost a month and it wasn't js seungcheol talking to himself)

dokyeom – weverse live

dokyeom is surprisingly not shy when it comes to his relationship with you. after a few serious discussions, the two of you ventured out to the streets of seoul in broad daylight, your hand tightly entwined in his own, but no tabloid or news outlet seemed to catch whiff of it. dokyeom was frustrated because he wanted to show you off to the world, tell everyone that he was yours and you were his, but no one was bothering to expose it. so he decided to take this matter into his own hands. after receiving permission from both companies, he started a weverse live–with you. the two of you sat side by side, awkwardly waiting for more and more viewers to enter the livestream. obviously the entire internet went insane when dokyeom held his hand in yours and said with a proud smile that the two of you were dating and would appreciate all the love and support. and the internet officially lost it when he pressed a kiss to your cheek, which made you blush intensely.

it was cute, and even his manager–who was sitting behind the phone–was smiling as he watched the two of you together.

seungkwan – an entertainment show

similar to joshua. a couple members from your group were guests on a show that seungkwan was a regular cast of to promote your upcoming comeback, and of course they already knew that you were dating him. before the recording, they were teasing him (they're all already very close) and kept mentioning your name, which made seungkwan turn into a bright red tomato. during the recording, when it was time to promote your group's most recent comeback, your group members stood in the center of the room and gave a little sneak peek to the choreo of the title track, which seungkwan followed to with on the side (people didn't notice this until the airing of that episode–and an fyi, this was before their official comeback). and when the time came to the talk about the production process, seungkwan immediately began to ramble about how much you improved on your live singing and how proud he was of you. he also talked about how you talked to him about how much you struggled with the change of concept and how you pushed through those hard trials. he also couldn't forget about how good you looked and how the concept change looked really good on you and the new makeup look accentuated your eye color. at the end of his very long speech, seungkwan realized what he just did and sank into his chair with his bright red face buried into his hands.

vernon – vernon being vernon

vernon did a vernon and randomly revealed it on a weverse live, almost giving his poor manager a heart attack. he was reading through the comments when he randomly said 'by the way, i'm dating [name] from [group name]' HIS POOR MANAGER. HAD A MINI HEART ATTACK BEFORE TURNING OFF THE LIVE IN A PANIC. the following day, pledis released a statement, confirming vernon's impromptu confession.

dino – dispatch

my poor boy was the only one who fell victim to dispatch 😭 he was so careful not to get caught because he didn't want you to receive any backlash. specifically went on dates later in the day so the two of you wouldn't be as easily recognized, trying to stay home as much as possible, covering up as much as you both could. but eventually, dispatch caught the two of you hugging at the entrance of the hybe building at 11 pm. first, weird. why were they watching you guys at 11 pm. second, seungcheol was so relieved that the secret was finally out because he was running out of excuses as to why dino was almost never at home anymore.

reblogs and feedback is always appreciated ^-^

[iateyourparents]

new girl | c.b.

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

summary: colby goes live on instagram but not everything goes as planned.

warnings: nothing really, just bad writing and grammar(sorry, english isn’t my first language)

an: colby was pacing so much on his ig live and it gave me this idea <3

pictures are from pinterest and colby’s snap:)

Your and Colby’s relationship was still somewhat fresh. And mostly important, hidden from his fans.

It wasn’t that you wanted to keep it hidden forever but you were together for seven months so you both didn’t feel ready for viewers reaction.

You knew he had many fangirls and some of them would probably eat you alive but you were ready for that and didn’t really care, but it didn’t change the fact that hiding it was making it even more exciting for you two, more special. So you didn’t rush to announce it although sometimes you wished you could just say to world he’s yours.

Currently you and Colby were sitting in the living room of your airbnb, waiting for ordered food while Sam was sleeping upstairs.

“I think I will go live on instagram for a few minutes.” Colby told you but didn’t move from his place under you on a couch.

“Okay, do you want me to go to our room?” you asked grazing his bare chest with your fingers.

“No, you can sit here. I will be careful to not show you.” he promised and you smirked at him.

“You better do, I’m not sure if your fans would be happy with some girl wearing only your hoodie.” you both laughed and you rolled of him so he could get up. He quickly kissed your lips and told you that he would start live on the balcony.

You were sitting silently on your phone, sometimes looking at Colby and listening to him answering people’s questions. He moved from outside and now was pacing around the room trying to not show you on his phone.

You started reading something on your phone only giving half of your attention to Colby’s words.

“Let Sam sleep.” he laughed and he didn’t even noticed his mistake, but fans surely did. The little, short flash of you lying on the couch in black hoodie was visible for his viewers for only a second but it was enough for them, they still caught it and started asking about you.

Colby noticed the comments and cursed himself but tried to act like there’s no comments about you. Until there were only comments about you and he just had to adress that.

“What?” he acted surprised “I’m alone here guys.” he looked at the couch where you finally looked at him and immediately understood what happend so you quickly but silently got up and went upstairs “Look, there’s no one on the couch. Maybe it was just a screen glitch or something.” he laughed.

Next day whole fandom was talking about mysterious girl on Colby’s live and him trying to play it off.

“You are screwed.” Sam laughed looking at tweets “Or maybe not. Some girl’s theory says it’s prank, like the one we did with Jake.”

“Maybe Sam could act like your girlfriend again and we would just act like it’s actually a prank again?” you offered looking at Colby.

You knew he was worried that the hate you would get after announcing your relationship would scare you off, so you didn’t want to press him into announcing even if you felt like you wanted to just go in public with him holding your hand and kiss him freely whenever you felt like it.

“We should think about it.” Colby agreed “Would you do that Sam?”

“Sure bro.” Sam shrugged and announced he’s heading to the store.

“Do you think we should do that?” you asked quietly.

“What do you mean?” Colby looked at you after placing kiss on your forehead.

“Wouldn’t you want to announce it already?” you squeezed his hand “I know you’re scared I won’t be able to handle the hate but I’m afraid I even more won’t be able to handle not being able to kiss you in public, hold your hand and hug you.”

“You’re sure?” he looked at you with a hope “I really want to tell the world you’re mine girl but I don’t want you to be hated on by my fans, it would kill me.” he placed his forehead on yours.

“I’m sure love. I love you and I don’t care what your fans think about me as long as I have you on my side.” at your words Colby smiled widely.

“I love you baby.” he kissed you “I’m sure Sam will be sad he’s no longer have to be my girlfriend.” you both laughed.

“How do you want to announce it?” you tilted your head looking at him and playing with his rings on his fingers.

“We are supposed to be exploring a house this weekend, would you like to go with us?” he smirked and you nodded with a smile.

“Sounds fun.” after a moment of silence you added “I hope your fangirls won’t be haunting me after the announcement.”

Colby laughed at that.

“I’m sure they will love you, you are just impossible to not love.” he kissed your nose.

“Yeah but they also hoped to be your girl some day.” you giggled.

“Well, this place isn’t available anymore, sorry.” he shrugged “Let’s watch something.”

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

@simpdechicos This is so cute, thank you for asking this <3

Warnings: None, just fluff

Part 1

Roughly a month had passed since the initial switch. The next day you were back in your own bodies but once every few days you'd switch again.

You tried to go on as per usual but it was hard sometimes, there were definitely things you had to learn and relearn as you went on, same with Slash.

You promised Slash you'd never do anything regarding Guns and he was content go shopping for you if you were running low on groceries when the switch happened to occur.

You were asleep next to Slash, his soft whimpering drew you from your sleep. Normally that would just mean he was horny but today when you opened your eyes you saw you'd switched again.

His eyes were watery and a pout pulled at his lips as he weakly tugged on your shirt. "What the hell is this..?" He muttered. You raised a brow at him but any questions you had were answered when he pushed the blanket off and you saw blood soaked into his shorts and the sheets.

"Oh, I got my period." You grumbled, still groggy from sleep.

"I have to deal with it and it hurts." You nodded.

"There are tampons in the bathroom, in the cabinet under the sink." You said, gesturing to the bathroom.

Slash clung to you, pulling himself closer to you. "No, I'm not using that, give me something else."

You wrapped your arms around him. "I don't have anything else."

"Please?" He looked up at you with those teary eyes and you couldn't say no to him.

You got out of bed and rushed to the nearest store to get pads and a few more things, something for the pain since you were pretty sure you were out, and his favourite snacks and drinks that weren't alcoholic to make him happy.

When you got back home you came to your shared room and found him sitting naked on the toilet, holding himself tightly as he cried. "Hey, it's ok." You said in a soft voice as you knelt in front of him, placing the bags down.

"No it's not." He muttered. "It hurts, it hurts everywhere and I-I can't stop crying and I've just been sitting here and it feels weird when it gushes out like that." You nodded as you listened to him complain about it. "How do you do this and then make me food..?"

You wrapped your arms around him, letting him cry into your shoulder. "I don't, I make you go out and get me food." He didn't laugh, he just whined into you. "I got you snacks and stuff, just put on a pad and I'll go-"

"No." He said, interrupting you. "Don't go, help." You couldn't blame him, you knew what it felt like and you just wanted to cling to him until it was over.

You got him some clean clothes, mostly his actual clothes since that's what you always like to wear, and taught him how to use a pad. You took the sheets to wash them and he tried to help you put clean ones back on the bed before he just crawled into bed and opened up some of the snacks you got, going straight for the Advil.

You put the sheets in the washing machine and went to get the heating pad.

"Tell me if it's too hot." You said as you set it down on his stomach, he whined and pushed it lower. He'd already set up a movie, he wasn't totally unaware of what he was supposed to do when you were on your period.

You spent the day doing what he asked and making sure he was alright, getting him snacks, drinks, whatever he needed. He still needed you to come into the bathroom with him whenever he had to change his pad.

"I didn't know it was this bad." He mumbled, curled up next to you as another movie came to an end.

"Yeah, and day one isn't even the worst." You said, dreading the next few days.

"No..." He whined, looking up at you. "Tell me your fucking with me." You sighed and shook your head as you went to set up another movie.

You both stayed curled up and fell asleep watching another movie.

The next morning you were back in your body and Slash was gone. You went to the bathroom to replace your pad and when you came back out Slash was setting up the bed to be a pillow fort, he'd gone out to get your favourite snacks and drinks and even took out your favourite movies.

He brought the cats to give you cuddles and rushed over when you came out of the bathroom. "I'm sorry." He said as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Why are you sorry?" You asked, melting into the hug.

"I didn't know your body was trying to kill you." He picked you up and carried you over to the bed, gently placing you down and handing you the heating pad. "You're not moving for the next week." He said, opening the Advil and handing you one along with a glass of water.

"Slash, I can move." You protested, not that you were all too thrilled with the thought of moving.

"Fuck you, no you can't, what happened yesterday? Murder, hell on earth, not happening." He stated, getting on the bed with you and pulling you close, the cats slowly swarming you and looking for warmth.

You wanted to refuse but a) you knew no matter what you said he would just ignore it and make you sit and b) you didn't want to refuse, this was exactly what you wanted.

So, you let him worship you for a week. You let him take care of things around the house, you tried to help as much as you could but he would just pick you up and bring back to bed.

[rninies]

a song for you ⟡ veritas ratio

synopsis veritas creating a playlist for you to show his love :3

warnings fluff, gn!reader, modern!au

NOTES back with another veritas fic teehee

veritas ratio is not a big talker.

he prefers to stay quiet while you do the talking for him. there are times when he does say things out loud to give you his opinions on things, but other than that, he will mostly stay quiet.

you were used to it, and in a good way. you like having someone listen to you rather than having them talk back to you because it just feels... awkward when you don't have anything else to say to them.

veritas was an excellent listener, always nodding to you whenever you speak and his eyes are always trained on you so you know that he's genuinely listening to whatever you're saying.

today was no different. you told veritas about how your day went, and he will occasionally hum or reply a short answer when you asked him a question.

you eventually got busy with playing games on your phone, getting a bit too immersed into the game to not see veritas walking towards you.

"love, i made a playlist for you, come sit and listen." veritas says, and motions you to come follow him.

"wait, what?" you almost dropped your phone on the couch when he said that. a playlist? just for you? when did he make it?

loads of questions started to rise in your head, but you didn't ask and he didn't seem like he wanted to answer any of your questions, so you followed him to the bedroom, where he hands you one piece of the earphone he had just connected to his phone.

he opened the playlist and you caught a glimpse of the title, which was "to my beloved" and honestly? it made you blush a little.

the first song starts to play and you almost laughed out loud. it was the very first song you guys started to like in one of your car rides. it was a pretty old song, but it holds a special place in your heart, as it carries the memories of that fun car ride with veritas.

"you remembered this song?" you asked, giving him a soft smile.

"mm, yeah," veritas replies quietly. "how could i forget it?"

the next few songs that played were mostly songs that reminded him of you, and they hold really cute meanings too behind the songs that it almost made you start crying.

because when has anyone ever made a playlist about you and dedicated to you? when has anyone ever used their free time to create something like this for you?

"when... when did you make this?" you asked, taking the earbud off as you faced him with teary eyes. "you're really busy with practice, no? when did you take the time to make this whole thing?"

"at night, when you're asleep," veritas replies. "you know i have trouble sleeping sometimes, right? i... used that time before sleeping to make this. it took me a few days to find out if these songs were-" you hugged him, immediately stopping him from saying anything else.

"thank you for making this, veritas!" you mumbled, face hiding into the crook of veritas's neck. he sighs happily and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"mhm, you're welcome," he replies. "i love you, you know that, right?"

"yeah, i do. i love you more, veritas." you replied, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, to which his face turns a light shade of red.

[aaxzlyte]

please elaborate on the breast size thing

LMFAO OKAY, ANON – i will give you some of my headcanons on this with little to no explanation (only doing gender swapped characters so no characters that are already female and technically have canonical breast sizes since like... we see their breasts)

Light: generally considered to have conventionally attractive looks, but also is a very average person, therefore — C or D

L: definitely has smaller tits and i think she would forgo wearing bras (or any undergarments, though i think she'd prefer to wear boxers/briefs over traditional women's undergarments) whenever she can get away with it (which is always),,, and larger breasts do not allow for such careless behavior tsk tsk — low-scale B or A

Near: very 'petite' person, i think... i also hc Near, in general, to be consistently underweight and obv we already know she is pretty short — AAA maybe AA, if i'm being generous I will give her an A cup

Mello: also smaller than average tits, imo,,, partly bc there is no way she is shoving huge melons into that damn leather she wears all of the time — B

Matsuda: i love her, give her — D or DD

Aizawa: holy mama, this bitch is either flat-chested or huge when it comes to her tits let me be so honest — A or DDD

Ryuk: *taps mic and leans in* Z cups – okay but in all seriousness,,, human, female Ryuk is definitely pretty large, i imagine she'd be pretty tall though fairly slender? he and Rem's torso are suuuuuper wide at the top though — F

Mikami: honestly she definitely has some pretty decently sized tits bc like... c'mon... — DD or DDD

Soichiro: — DD

Mogi: (do you guys think she'd let me call her Mo–) — G

Raye: *sighs* — B or C

Watari: uhhhhh — D or C

Beyond: i hc that her breasts are larger than L, like at least a little noticeably larger,, and that she may have used binding as a way to seem more L-like during the LABB murders,, but she does still give me small tits energy – between a B and C (so basically... BB)

okay that's all hehe – let me know if i missed someone you want to know about bc i love coming up with shit off the top of my head and then letting it become canon in my brain (also i'm open to hearing your guys' opinions about this very serious topic of conversation within the DN fandom),,, also i'll answer questions asking me to elaborate on why i think a certain character is that big or whatever but keep in mind i'm going mostly off of vibes and not much else

also please keep in mind that i am a sucker for small breasts... i love small breasts... cue wistful sighing – this post is not exempt from extreme biases (they're literally my headcanons so that was probably obvious but i'm a chronic oversharer, i fear)

please keep in mind that this is all in good fun and just a headcanon,,, please don't start arguments over the size of a character's breast – it would be hilarious but exhausting !!

[sirjaketkiszka]

Silver Springs: Chapter Three

Early20s!Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

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I know I could have loved you but you would not let me…

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Following the events of the party, you finally talk to Josh. A confrontation happens between you and Jake.

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Word Count: 6,276

Warnings: 18+!!, sexual content, dialogue-heavy, lying, cursing, arguing, kissing, dirty talk, fingering, and extremely poor writing.

Disclaimer: apologies for any potential spelling errors or grammar mistakes.

Silver Springs Masterpost

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That night you left the party without uttering a single word, other than the quick, muttered apology to Josh as you pushed past him, beelining for the front door.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, his eyebrows knitted in concern.

“I can’t,” You rushed out while you bumped into him, making him step out of the way of the door, “I’m sorry.” Your words barely came out in a whisper as you didn’t bother to look back, knowing Josh would be calling after you.

“Wait!” Josh yelled after you as he struggled to get around the crowd of people hanging out on the front porch, “What happened?” He called out, but you ignored his question and kept going.

Your chest heaved as you weaved between partygoers arriving up the driveway, desperately trying to get to your car before Josh would catch up to you. Tears prickled your eyes as you swung your car door open, sparing Josh a single glance before shutting the door and quickly turning the engine on.

Based on the troubled look on your face, he stopped in his tracks, silently understanding that he shouldn’t go any further. Peeling off of the curb, you made sure to drive cautiously out of their neighborhood, despite your unstable state.

You didn’t even bother playing music on the way to your house, making the short drive eerily silent as you fought back tears. You weren’t sure why you were going to cry, but it felt appropriate; you were confused, guilt-ridden, and angry. At yourself, and Jake.

Why did he kiss you? More importantly, why did you kiss back? And why did you want to continue after pulling away?

Questions like that had to be left unanswered as you were afraid you’d spiral had you entertained them.

Just moments after you’d arrived home, Josh was blowing up your phone with sweet messages;

“I’m always here for you, please talk to me when you’re ready.” One message read.

“If this is about Jake ruining your date, I’ll kick his ass. He knows I can.” Another read.

“Take your time, I love you.” The final read.

The tears you’d been fighting finally fell, spilling over your waterline and traveling down your reddened cheeks. You sniffled uncontrollably as you read his messages, wanting to answer but unsure of what to say. You figured you’d message him when you calmed down.

Yet, here you were, days later, staring at the unanswered messages. You know you have to answer him eventually, and given that your tears have dried and guilt has been replaced by pure fury, now was as good a time as any.

“Hey, Josh, I’m sorry I’ve been MIA,” Your thumbs hover over your phone’s keyboard, thinking of what to type out next, “I’d love to come over soon if that’s okay?” You don’t give yourself the chance to reread it before you send it, knowing you’ll only hesitate further.

Placing your phone face down on your nightstand, your hands restlessly run through your matted hair; a result of laying in bed for three days in a row. You let out a heavy sigh, unsure of when he’ll even answer, and mostly afraid that he’s upset with you for not answering for so long. Or, even worse, Jake might’ve confessed to Josh what happened and he never wants to talk to you again, making you the worst best friend in the entire—

Ding!

Scrambling to grab your phone, you read Josh’s message;

“Of course! Come over whenever– I’m home right now.” The text was short, but sweet, making you let out a sigh of relief and shoulders slump with the deep exhale.

“Be there in an hour!” You shoot back, lifting yourself off of your bed. Your joints ache at the swift movement, having not moved so quickly in days— other than to use the bathroom and eat. Luckily, your parents are out of town on their annual “summer honeymoon,” so they didn’t have the privilege of witnessing their child rotting away in bed.

Dragging your heavy limbs, you shuffle into your bathroom, and turn the shower on, letting the water heat up to your liking. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, the dark circles under your eyes remind you of the amount of crying and sleepless nights you’ve just endured. Your hair is frizzy, your shoulders stuck in a slump position, and your shirt carries stains you’re unfamiliar with. Gross.

When the heat of the water fogs the bathroom mirror, you undress as your aching joints silently groan in retaliation. The dull ache doesn’t last long as the hot water soothes every tense muscle, and the physical memories of the past few days wash away and down the drain at your feet.

You’re thorough in your shower routine, making sure to comb through the knots in your hair. When you’re finished, you quickly dry off, throwing your hair into a towel and changing into clean clothes.

Freeing your hair from the towel after your post-shower routine, you allow it to air dry, taking notice of the time. You told Josh you’d be over in an hour, an hour ago.

“Shit,” You quietly mumble to yourself, stumbling down the stairs and grabbing your car keys. Like always, the drive is very short, and again, you don’t bother to play any music.

Your mouth goes dry when you pull up to the curb by Josh’s house, suddenly hyper-aware of why you’re here. You hadn’t given yourself much time to think before you came here, essentially forgetting that you needed to explain to Josh why you freaked out and left the party in a hurry.

Could you tell him the truth? What if he already knew? Would he be mad about the kiss?

The questions scream at you, dulling your senses, and making your heartbeat ring in your ears. Your breathing becomes noticeably heavy, your hands white-knuckling the steering wheel. You consider turning around and telling Josh that you changed your mind, but it’s too late when he’s knocking on the passenger window, smiling ear-to-ear.

Just one look at his beaming face and your breathing levels slightly, the grip of your hands letting up and the pounding of your pulse muffling into silence. Your lips twitch in a nervous grin while your right hand comes down to pull the key out of the ignition. Here goes nothing.

As steadily as possible, you open the driver’s side door and exit your car, your legs feeling wobbly as you round the vehicle.

“I missed you!” Josh excitedly jumps, closing the short distance between you two, and wrapping you in his surprisingly strong arms, “How are you?” He questions before you can say any greeting.

“I missed you too,” You answer truthfully against his shoulder, your voice muffled by his shirt, “I’m okay, I feel better now.”

“Good,” He pulls away, capturing your face between his large palms, making your cheeks squish slightly, “We have some catching up to do— Come inside.” He places his hands on your shoulders and turns you toward the house, one of his hands coming down to rest on your upper back on the way up the driveway.

Swallowing thickly, you follow him up the front porch and quickly glance at the God-forsaken garage just off the side of the house. The sight of the connecting building sends a small shiver down your spine, thankfully unnoticed by Josh, who’s nudging you through the open front door.

“Go sit, I’ll get us something to drink,” He’s gone before you can protest, and you have no choice but to take a seat on the living room couch. The room is cool, making small goosebumps travel up your exposed arms.

Breathing deeply, you inhale that comforting scent of faint cinnamon and worn leather, your chest slowly rising and falling as you regulate your pulse. Your eyes wander as you listen to the rustling sound of Josh getting you both ice water; though, your eyes linger on the stairs to your right, where Jake is keen on making his entrance every time you’re here.

You can’t help but wonder if he’s even here, up in his room, obvious to or informed of your presence. The unwelcome feeling of your heart rate climbing returns, and you peel your eyes from the staircase. It shouldn’t matter if he’s here, you’re here for Josh; who is entering the living room with two glasses of water.

“All of the ice was frozen together,” He smiles meekly, handing you a glass of water with two ice cubes floating at the top. You can’t help but chuckle, holding the lukewarm glass with two hands and watching as he takes the seat next to you.

“I appreciate it,” You answer graciously, offering a small smile in return.

“So,” He takes a sip of his water, his tongue quickly swiping his upper lip to rid any remaining water, “What have you been up to?”

You’re relieved by his question, initially afraid that he wanted to delve right into what happened at the party. You welcome every form of stalling, “I’ve been…” Sulking? Crying? Ignoring his texts? Laying in bed for days? “Home,” Is all you can get out before you bring the glass to your lips, gulping down a large sip of the semi-cold water.

“Uh-huh,” Josh nods slowly, squinting at your vague answer, “Anything else? Because we can go right into the party—”

“That’s not necessary!” You blurt out, averting your gaze from his interrogating stare, “Well, I have been home. And that’s literally it. I just needed a few days to myself, and I’m sorry I didn’t effectively communicate that with you. I knew I should’ve answered your texts, but I didn’t have it in me— not with the state I was in.” You let out a sigh, staring at the stained carpet.

He nods understandingly, his eyes softening when he notices the distress on your features, “What state is that?” His voice is gentle when he asks, his hand reaching over to rest on your knee. The warmth of his palm comforts you, making your stiff spine slouch just a tad.

“I—” You hesitate, collecting your thoughts, “Josh, I need to tell you something, and I’m afraid you’ll be upset with me.” You finally meet his gaze, and his eyebrows furrow, but in concern, rather than anger.

“What could I possibly be upset about?” He asks, scooting closer and squeezing your knee in reassurance.

“Okay…” You lick your lips, finding the words that best fit this God-awful situation, “At the party,” The next words catch in your throat, the only sound coming out being a strained groan. Josh is all ears, his attention focused solely on you.

“Take your time,” He whispers, and guilt buries itself deep in your gut when you see his eager, wide eyes. They’re bordering on heartbreak, probably trying to prepare himself for the worst.

“Fuck,” You sigh out, your chest puffing and preparing to word-vomit the entire events of the party, specifically what happened after your date left and you searched for Jake, “Oh God, Josh, I—” Just as your words are going to spill out of you, movement in your peripheral catches your attention. Not only you, but Josh also turns his head to the figure entering the living room, and of course, it’s none other than Jake. You nearly groan in frustration when he stands there, staring at the two of you on the couch, his expression blank.

Resentment bubbles in your gut and your face is undoubtedly furious as your entire body heats a few degrees higher. You’re unsure whether to be relieved or frustrated with his inconvenient timing.

“Oh, hey, Jake,” Josh greets his twin, his attention pulling away from you, “I didn’t think you'd be home so soon.” So soon? Did he go somehwere?

“Decided to cut the trip short,” He answers in a flat tone, his eyes jumping between you and Josh. You could swear that you see fear lying beneath the surface of his glare.

“Do you need help carrying stuff in?” Josh asks out of courtesy.

“Um, sure,” Jake frowns, thinking, and points his thumb over his shoulder, “I just have one bag left in my car if you could grab it. I’m going to bring these up,” He lifts the bags in his hands to show us.

“Alrighty,” Josh stands from the couch, patting your knee, “We’ll continue after I come back— I’ll be quick!” He calls over his shoulder as he walks toward the kitchen, probably to go through the garage.

Without thinking, you rise to your feet, take a few steps, and stand directly in front of Jake. “I need to talk to you,” You talk lowly, peering over his shoulder, unsure of how fast Josh will be.

“Did you tell him anything?” Jake asks, ignoring your request.

“No, I didn’t, did you?” You shoot back, your hands resting on your hips in defiance.

“Obviously not,” He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“So should I?” Your words have bite to them, irritation becoming hard to mask.

“No,” He rushes out, looking around, “Don’t tell him anything.”

“Why not?” You push back, needing answers. Though, the two of you step back when you hear the faint footsteps of Josh in the garage, “I still need to talk to you.” You whisper, your eyes following him as he steps around you.

“Nothing to talk about,” He responds, not bothering to look at you when doing so. He takes long strides up the stairs, disappearing before Josh is in the living room again.

“Man, this is heavy,” He huffs out, carrying a large duffel bag, “Let me take this up and we’ll go back to talking.”

Nodding, you watch as he follows Jake’s previous steps up the stairs, taking your seat on the couch once more. Confliction settles in your chest, unsure of what to say to Josh when he returns.

When he does, your mouth has gone completely dry, and so has your glass of water. He promptly sits down next to you, his breath panting slightly from the stairs and heavy load.

“Alright, so where were we?” He asks, out of breath.

“Right,” You attempt to swallow the lump in your throat, “I have to tell you something,” Repeating your former words, you straighten your spine a bit, and observe Josh’s worried features. Fuck. “I lied when I said I was okay when Chris broke things off– I was actually very upset about it,” You rush out in a single breath, your eyes closing and shoulders rising in a flinching motion.

“Oh, honey…” His hand finds your knee again, rubbing the surface to provide a sort of comfort, and it causes your eyes to open again. “Why would I be upset about that?” He tilts his head, pity present on his face.

“Because I lied,” You try not to make your statement sound like a question, afraid that he’ll see right through your awful lie, “And we never lie to each other.” Silently beating yourself up, you feel as though you’re digging a deeper hole for yourself.

“And yet you still told me,” He soothes, his voice soft with understanding, “You just needed time to yourself, that’s all— We both know you can’t lie, or keep a secret from me,” He chuckles, patting your knee.

Your face heats with guilt, your neck suddenly scalding and armpits pooling with sweat. “Of course not,” You force out a chuckle.

“Is that why you went after Jake?” He questions, removing his hand from your knee and letting it fall onto his lap.

“What?” You choke out.

“When Chris left, you asked where Jake went,” He elaborates, and you try to stay calm, “Did you rip him a new one because he made Chris leave?” He asks, tilting his head in the opposite direction.

“Oh!” You exclaim, the heat in your neck subsiding only by a little, “Yes, um, I was devastated and needed to take it out on someone— That someone being Jake.”

“Understandable,” He chuckles, nodding, “I was also pretty upset with him, but he left on some solo retreat right after the party, so whatever you said must’ve really got him.”

“Right,” You let out a nervous laugh, clearing your throat at the straining sound.

“If that’s all you had to say,” He stands from the couch, holding his hand out for you, “Want to catch a movie?” He asks, and you gladly take it, grateful for the topic change.

“Why, yes, I’d love to.”

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It’s pitch black outside, the only form of lighting on the unlit road being the stars and near-full moon. Given the cool night, the two of you drove to the movies in Josh’s truck with the windows down. And on the way back, it was cold enough to set the truck’s heater on low.

You always found it fitting that the man who wears long sleeves during the summer had only a working heater in his truck. It sure came in handy during the freezing months; the same ones you weren’t sure you’d be spending with Josh and his brothers this year. You push the uncomfortable thought aside as Josh pulls up to his house, the porch light dimly lighting the driveway.

The pit in your stomach grows when you notice the garage door open, the only person inside being Jake, who’s lazily strumming on his acoustic guitar. His head perks up a bit, noticing your arrival, but his eyes remain on the fretboard of his guitar, not acknowledging you or Josh.

“What’s he doing up?” You question, more to yourself, but Josh answers anyway.

“It’s his brainstorming time, or whatever,” He chuckles to himself, “Best not to disturb him— He gets extra cranky when his flow is interrupted.”

“Extra cranky?” You can’t help but laugh at the statement, “I can’t imagine how ‘extra cranky’ looks on his perpetually cranky personality.”

“Tell me about it,” Josh laughs with you, killing the engine, and pulling the keys out of the ignition. He doesn’t exit the truck, though, but rather turns to you, “Are you really feeling okay?” He asks, his eyebrows reflecting his concern.

“I’m okay,” You flash a closed-mouth smile, resting your head against the headrest, “I appreciate you for getting my mind off of it.” It meaning two completely different things between you both.

“Of course,” He smiles, opening his door, “I oughta get to bed, it’s late.” It’s 11 o’clock at night, but Josh always rises with the sun. A trait you lack quite heavily.

“Okay, grandpa,” You giggle, opening your door and stepping out, earning a playful glare from him.

“I swear,” He rounds his truck, meeting you on the other side, “You and Jake might not have a lot in common, but being night owls is one of them.”

“I can’t say I blame him,” You confess truthfully, glancing over to Jake, “The night is quiet— Less distractions, and talkative twins.” You poke his stomach, earning a swat from him.

“Yeah, whatever,” He rolls his eyes, smiling despite your jab at him, “Maybe you don’t talk enough, so I have to talk for the both of us.”

“Why, of course, that’s exactly it.” It’s your turn to roll your eyes, and yet you still smile at him, the way you always do when you bicker with him.

“Well, goodnight, night owl,” He sighs, his hand coming up to squeeze your shoulder, then turning away from you and walking up the steep driveway.

“Goodnight, grandpa!” You call after him, earning a flip of the bird over his shoulder. Laughing to yourself, it dissolves into a heavy sigh when you look to the garage, knowing that you’ll have to talk to Jake eventually.

When you know that Josh is fully inside, you trek up the driveway and step into the warm garage. He knows you’re there, but he doesn’t acknowledge you, his fingers still plucking at the strings of his guitar, carrying a thoughtless tune.

“I need to talk to you,” You repeat your earlier words, and his head slowly comes up to look at you.

“There’s nothing to say,” His fingers halt all movements, and his palm opens to rest on the strings.

“Then why did you k—“

“Not here,” He rushes out, cutting you off, and cautiously looking around.

“Okay, then where?” You ask, irritation laced on your tongue.

“I don’t know,” He bites back, equally as irritated, “Just not here.”

“My parents aren’t home,” You suggest, making his brow quirk, “Not like that, creep.” For a moment, you can see his face lighten, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He’s still for a moment, likely considering his options, “Either way, we have to have this conversation, Jake.”

“Fine,” He huffs out, “I’ll meet you there.”

“Fine.” You say back, turning on your heel and walking to your parked car.

By the time you get home, you’re not entirely sure if he’ll even show up, or if he remembers how to get to your house. It’s not like he’s been here enough times to know by heart. Nonetheless, you immediately perk up when the glow of headlights shines through the cracks of your living room blinds.

Swallowing your nerves, you open the front door, not allowing him to linger in fear of being seen, and in a small town like Frankenmuth, it was a concern worth having. He steps inside without a single word, his eyes quickly scanning the interior of your house, and avoiding you at all costs.

Cautiously, you observe his appearance; despite the cold weather, he’s wearing a short sleeve, and he’s sporting his favorite pair of black skinny jeans. His long, wavy hair stops just at his shoulder blades, and his broad shoulders are accentuated by the contracting fabric of his shirt.

It only now dawns on you how uncomfortable his presence makes you. Sure, on any given day it does, but now he’s surpassed a boundary you weren’t aware that you set. He is in your home. Your safe space. A place you hadn’t imagined him being before this.

“So,” You clear your throat, coming up to his back that faces you, “We need to talk about the kiss.”

His body physically cringes at the mention of it, his shoulders nearly grazing his ears. When he turns around, a subtle look of disgust displays on his face, though he tries to hide it.

“Like I said,” He swallows, “There isn’t anything to talk about.”

“Then why are you even here, Jake?” You don’t bother trying to cover your pure annoyance, being no longer in the presence of watchful eyes, “Why did you agree to come here?”

“You said you wanted to talk,” He shrugs, completely contradicting himself.

“But you said there’s nothing— Whatever,” You take a deep breath, “Why did you kiss me, Jake?”

“I don’t know,” His eyes falter for a moment, glancing at the ground but returning to you, “I said it was a mistake. It is a mistake.” He reiterates, his breath noticeably picking up.

“That’s not good enough,” You groan, stepping away from him and disappearing into the kitchen. If you were going to have this conversation, you needed a drink in your hand. The faint sound of his footsteps follow behind you as you search the fridge for a drink of some sort. Where is all the alcohol?

Settling on a lone soda you have laying around, you turn around, and Jake is awkwardly standing in the middle of your poorly lit kitchen. His hands are neatly tucked into his jeans, his expression blank, as always, but eyes telling a different story; most likely reflecting his racing thoughts.

“I’m—” He begins to speak, but pauses to find the words, “I’m sorry,” He breathes out, “it should’ve never happened, and it will never happen again.”

You squint for a moment, considering his words, but ultimately deciding it’s not the explanation you deserve, “But why did you do it?” You push, fiddling with the cold soda can, the condensation pooling on your warm palms.

“Jesus,” He mumbles under his breath, “I don’t know, it was in the heat of the moment.” His faux sincerity dissipates nearly immediately and is quickly replaced with frustration.

“Still not good enough,” You shrug, popping open the can of soda and taking a sip.

“What do you want me to say?” He asks through clenched teeth, his feet carrying him half a step closer.

“I want you to tell me why you kissed me, Jake,” You ask nonchalantly, “Because as far as I know, you strongly dislike me.”

“Can you just give it a rest?” His voice grows a little louder, his feet still shuffling toward you.

“Not really, no.”

“Why? Do you want there to be a reason?” He pushes back, and his question makes your confidence falter.

“I—”

“Here’s a better question,” He stops just inches away from you, similar to the position you were in just days ago, “Why did you kiss back?”

“I didn’t—”

“And why did you go back in for more?” He smirks, his eyes flaming with fury; pupils dilated and eyebrows furrowed, making you swallow back your words, “Wasn’t I the one who stopped it?” He taunts, his face close enough to feel the puffs of his breath cascade on your frowning features.

“That’s not fair,” You let out in a hushed voice, your eyes fixed on the floor beneath you, “You can’t turn this on me.”

“Can’t I?” He chuckles, “It didn’t even take long for you to kiss back,” His eyes search your face, his tone dark and jeering, “So, either you wanted it as much as I did, or you really are just that desperate. Which is it?”

Opening your mouth to speak, a strained noise catches in your throat instead, similar to when you spoke with Josh just hours before.

“What? I thought you wanted to talk?” He mocks, his voice harsh and words sharp, “Go ahead, talk.”

Slowly lifting your gaze, your eyes meet his, his eyebrows still furrowed. Though they twitch in surprise when he notices the pure resentment present in your glare, “You’re pathetic.” You mumble, your jaw clenched, aching at the sheer force.

“What did you say?” He pushes, already knowing the answer.

“I said,” Tilting your chin up, you enunciate your words, but your eyes are fixed on his parted lips, “You’re pathetic.”

Chest heaving, his eyes jump between your hooded eyes and plump lips, before zeroing in on just your lips, “Fuck,” He lets out in a low growl, his hands coming up to grab the sides of your face, leaning in.

As soon as he plants his lips on yours, you drop the soda from your hands and grasp at his waist, deciding to worry about the mess later. Eyes fluttering close, a small moan escapes your throat as Jake backs you into the nearest counter, your feet stumbling and stepping in the puddle of spilled soda. The cold marble penetrates your back through the thin layer of your shirt, causing you to arch into him.

Unaware of how much you missed this feeling, you’re quick to part your lips and allow him to swipe his tongue along your own. He groans when your tongue pushes back, the two of you clouding each other’s senses with pure lust. Unlike last time— mostly due to the shock— heat spreads in your lower abdomen, and pools in your core, making you rub your thighs together.

Taking note of your reaction, Jake grins against your lips, his teeth catching your lower lip and tugging slightly before pulling away. As you let out breathless pants and open your eyes, he takes his hands away from your face, resting one behind your neck and the other on your hip.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” You admit, chest rapidly rising and falling as you tighten your grip on his waist.

“I know,” He responds, leaning in to place open-mouth kisses along your neck. Letting out a breathy sigh, you tilt your head to grant him better access, allowing him to suck the sensitive skin beneath your ear. Your hips writhe against him while sweet, quiet moans push past your parted lips, “We really shouldn’t,” He says in between sloppy kisses, his breath huffing against your neck.

“Oh God,” You whisper to the open room, your eyes slowly closing again as your head tilts back against the kitchen cupboards. He continues his work on your neck, switching over to the other side when he’s satisfied with the previous. Gradually, you feel as his hand on your hip travels along the hem of your pants, his fingers teasing the waistband, silently asking for permission, “Please, Jake.” You gasp out as he softly bites your skin.

A quiet grunt exits his open lips, and his fingers push past the elastic waistband of your pants and underwear. Excruciatingly slow, the tips of his fingers drag along your lower stomach, stopping just above where you want him.

“Look at me,” He says, pulling away from your neck, voice husky and strained. When you do, his pupils are blown, lips a darker shade of pink, and the tip of his nose matching from running along your heated skin. Holding your gaze, his fingers plunge deeper into your underwear, and you both quietly gasp when his finger slips into your soaking slit.

With your mouth hanging open slightly, he runs his middle finger along your cunt, spreading your arousal all over his other fingers.

“So fucking wet,” He groans, his finger continuing to move up and down your slit, reveling in the sensation. Biting back your moans, you let out a shaky sigh when his finger finally circles your clit, your eyelids threatening to close at the newfound pleasure. His grip remains behind your neck, encouraging you to keep your eyes on him as he applies just the right amount of pressure to your aching bud, “Let me hear you.”

“Fuck, Jake,” You moan out, your knees nearly giving out when he moves quicker. Without his lips on yours, you feel exposed, his watchful eyes taking in your contorting features. That familiar tingling sensation spreads in your belly, and a rush of arousal soaks the fabric of your underwear. “Need more,” You mumble, your moans becoming consistent and nearly impossible to control.

His eyes don’t leave yours as he halts his movements on your clit, his fingers moving lower and teasing your weeping entrance. Starting with one finger, he slowly pushes his middle finger in, nearly groaning at the feeling of your tight walls stretching around the digit.

When his palm rests snugly against your cunt, he pulls out just enough, and pushes back in, earning a strained cry from you. He does this again, and again, until his pace is consistent and your moans correlate with each pump. It doesn’t take long for the previous resistance to subside, allowing his finger to glide in and out smoothly.

“More,” You choke out, chasing the feeling of being full.

“So needy,” He taunts, pulling his hand back but quickly returning with his ring finger alongside his middle finger. Again, he slowly pushes back in, silently cursing to himself when he feels your walls stretch around the second finger. Like the last time, he allows his fingers to bottom out before pulling back, and pushing back in, returning to a steady pace.

Feeling full, you’re unable to hold back your moans and desperate cries. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his waist as he curls his fingers just enough, brushing against the spongy flesh.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out, your eyes squeezing shut when you feel the tingling sensation pooling in your lower abdomen.

“Eyes on me,” He huffs out, remaining at the same pace of his fingers, “Look at me.”

Opening your eyes, you hold his gaze as he rapidly brushes against your g-spot, making your legs shake uncontrollably. Bracing yourself, one of your hands leaves his waist and grips the bicep of his arm gripping the back of your neck. Just as the coil in your stomach tightens, your jaw hangs open, noises no longer coming out as you hold your breath.

“I’m gonna—” You choke out, “Fuck!”

Your orgasm hits you; the tightened coil snapping, walls frantically squeezing around his fingers, and vision going hazy. Struggling to maintain eye contact, his grip on your neck strengthens, keeping your eyes level with his. Your legs vigorously tremble beneath you as your hips grind against his palm, milking your release.

“That’s right,” His words sound muffled to you, the only noises heard being your strained cries, “Come on my fingers.”

Your hips sputter and stomach clenches as his fingers gradually slow down, the tips of his fingers softly brushing against your walls. When your incoherent whines finally diminish into whispered words, your vision focuses back on Jake.

He’s panting as heavily as you, a smile pulling at his plump lips as he carefully removes his fingers from your cunt. You let out a final whimper when he pulls out, bringing his soaked fingers between the two of you. He examines them, and without a second thought, pushes his fingers past his lips, making your jaw fall agape in surprise.

Sucking on his own fingers, he hums, eyes nearly rolling back when he removes them. “Tastes so good,” He mutters, licking his lips. Before you can say a word, he leans in, capturing your lips in a sloppy, open-mouth kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Subtly, he grinds his hips against yours, his erection rubbing against your lower belly. The feeling is euphoric, and you almost want to go further, but you know you shouldn’t.

“Jake,” You mumble against his lips, pulling away and staring at him, “We shouldn’t.”

“No, of course,” He nods, releasing your neck and letting his hands hover over your hips, “We don’t have to right now.”

“No, Jake,” You sigh, your voice trembling for a moment, “I mean we shouldn’t do this again.”

“What?” He steps back, pulling away completely, leaving you against the counter, “What do you mean?”

“This,” You motion between the two of you, “I mean this.”

“Are you…” He scoffs, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling, “You started it!” He looks back at you, the sudden change in his voice startling you.

“It was a—”

“Save it,” He cuts you off, holding out a hand to shut you up, “You don’t get to call this a mistake— I’m fine with never doing this again, but what you’re not going to do is act like it was a mistake on your part. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“God damnit,” He starts pacing back and forth, running his hands through his hair, not minding the sticky puddle of soda at his feet, “You asked me to kiss you!”

“I know, Jake, but it can’t happen again.”

“Fine by me,” His voice is bitter as he stops in his tracks, yet he doesn’t leave.

“I’m sorry,” You apologize again, unsure of what else to say, “If Josh found out—”

“He’s not going to.”

“But shouldn’t we tell him?” You ask, your fingers fidgeting with themselves.

“This was a one time thing,” Jake declares, crossing his arms over his puffed chest, “It’s never going to happen again, as you say, so there’s no point in telling him.”

“What if he finds out?” You press.

“How would he? You think I’d tell him?”

“Well…”

“Unbelievable,” He whispers and scoffs, rolling his eyes and smiling, though it’s far from genuine, “You think I’d break my twin brother’s heart and tell him I kissed, and did more, with his best friend?” He pauses, an idea forming, “You know, on second thought, he’d forgive me because I’m his brother,” His tone is condescending, sharp, “but I can’t say the same for you. He’d probably kick you to the curb and I’d never have to see you again. Maybe I should tell him, so he'll finally get rid of you once and for all.” During his resentful speech, he somehow got closer, the two of you standing toe-to-toe.

“Get out,” You say through clenched teeth, your hands doing the same at your sides, making your nails dig into your palms.

“Did I strike a nerve?” He asks with faux innocence.

“Get out!” You yell, stepping closer and making him take a step back. The volume of your voice surprises him, the shock present on his features for a fleeting moment before his spiteful frown returns.

“Whatever,” He huffs out a disbelieving laugh, uncrossing his arms and turning away from you, making his way to the front door. Without another word, you watch as he swings the door open and slams it behind him, causing the floor to shake and hanging pictures to rattle.

You finally let out a deep breath, your entire body trembling with adrenaline. Your mind frantically races as you realize what’s happened, your eyes focusing on the drying puddle of soda. The dull ache between your legs acts as a guilty conscience, making tears gather on your waterline.

Sure, a kiss you could hide from Josh, but this felt like a reach. Within the seconds following Jake’s departure, the guilt has already consumed you completely, and you’re not entirely sure how you’ll ever face Josh again. Ignoring him for a few days was out of the question, but acting normal around him seems impossible.

“Fuck,” Cursing to yourself, your eyes squeeze shut to rid yourself of the stinging feeling of tears, letting them fall as your head tilts back, “Fuck!”

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Q in Tiktok by TONY or Ray:

Ok!1.what was Isabellas reaction to finding of weather and then keeping her?

2.What has been the most wholesome or cutest that's happened in Isabellas and Walden relationship(as friends or lovers)?

Ans to Q1:

Isabella didn’t know how to react. Completely in a daze after her discovery, staring blankly at the small creature after murdering a few.

She asked herself what to do in that situation. Should she kill and dispose of it like the rest? Keep it? Or keep her loyalty?

She questioned, she learned, denied, and accepted.

Isabella ended up taking in Weather. Raising her in her dorm with Mottheaus for two years with both of them taking turns in taking care of her.

Mottheaus would take care of Weather during the day, and Isabella would take care of her during the night. They were happy that way,— until Mottheaus stopped coming home.

Ans to Q2:

Imma try to answer this as best as I can. As this is a bit toughy to explain 🧍🏻 ( Remember that this is NOT CANON to the actual RF lore or characters, since my fanfiction/ comic has its own twists and such ).

I’m gonna list some stuff with explainations on how their relationship dynamics are.

1.) Physical Touch— Walden would often be the one to ask if he can hug her, either for his own comfort or for hers. Isabella on the other hand, doesn’t usually ask for her own comfort, and only whenever Walden is feeling very stressed, because she needs him to stay calm.

2.) Quantity of Time — Isabella follows him around if she felt it was necessary, even stays in his office without saying anything. While Walden would visit her dorm as much as possible to spend time with Weather and eat dinner, and when Weather would be tucked in bed, Isabella and Walden would spend some short time together, sitting on the couch and watching tv or playing music, laying on her bed-nest while staring at the ceiling, or sharing cigarettes at the balcony, . . . Hardly saying a word.

3.) Words of Affirmation— Isabella isn’t good with words or complimenting people, while Walden would sometimes give simple praises like “good job” “it’s okay” or just words of flattery, even giving her the nickname “Silveryvine.”

There is a lack of communication at some point when talking about their problems. Both having difficulty to express emotions through words. Walden tries, but Isabella refuses to open up to him any further.

4.) Receiving Gifts — The only things Isabella could gift Walden would be some rainbow samples, coffee, and back massages. Walden would gift her with food, let it be a living organism or not, clothes too if she allowed it.

5.) Acts of Service— Isabella’s second priority is Walden, she does anything he asks if she deems it fit. She takes care of him a lot. She knows what he wants or needs at a given time. She’s attentive.— Walden, on the other hand, wouldn’t be as much. The best service he can do for her is give her food, some space and take care of Weather, or avenge her for something.

*Walden is the boss, he’s superior, so he’s more important than she is. — is what Isabella thinks.

* If you ignore the slight bit of deep dependency on each other and playing house,— there isn’t one moment between these two considered to be entirely wholesome, considering both of them aren’t very well-synced in their relationship, it’s all a mixes of yes and no, hot and cold, one of them meeting the others demands and the other failing to do so. Almost like the other is meant to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted.

Safe to say the most wholesome thing about these two’s relationship is that they can learn from each other; touch, much more emotional or personal connection ( tho slowly ), mostly just finding comfort from one another’s presence no matter what state they are in.

I could answered this easier if I wanted to, but come on, I think we were looking for more on how their relationship works.

RF AU by: YourInternetMom.

[lionhanie]

the first snow (lee riwoo)

working during the holidays isn’t too bad with sanghyeok by your side 

co-worker!riwoo x gn!reader (non-idol au) 

this work is my contribution to @onedoornet’s christmas event, a very onedoor christmas! check it out here!

word count: 4.1k ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ genre: fluff

warnings: a pinch of angst i'd say (alluding to burnout/seasonal depression), reader is a people pleaser, i curse maybe twice lol, riwoo is referred to as sanghyeok! 

a/n: SORRY I KNOW CHRISTMAS IS OVER…. had fun writing it regardless :,) hope u enjoy ^^

reblogs ↺  + feedback always appreciated!

Being one of the younger workers in the office was frustrating to say the least. Pausing your work to complete trivial tasks in the middle of the workday – making copies of a meeting agenda, fetching your seniors’ morning coffees, reorganizing the ridiculously large stack of your current client’s files – the list seemed to never end. For some reason, everyone around you was conveniently occupied with something so urgent that they couldn’t attend to the matters themselves, leaving the responsibility up to you. Sometimes you felt like you spent more time faced with useless errands than doing the work you were hired to do in the first place.

You were expecting a bit more respect from your peers when you were appointed as the team leader for your company’s newest project, but you were quick to realize your naivety in the earlier group meetings, finding that no one seemed to take you seriously. You would’ve thought that because the other members on the project had years of experience on their side, surely they’d be able to hold their weight to a certain extent... Right?

Painfully enough, it was the complete opposite. You can’t count the number of times one of the more “experienced” workers asked you to repeat a detail you’d discussed just minutes prior, or proposed a suggestion that completely contradicted the end goal of your client– it was clear to you that no one saw your leadership as more than a joke, no matter how hard you tried. 

And to top it all off, your company was structured in such a way that made it nearly impossible for you to speak up against your elders. Your word as a senior associate meant close to nothing if you were going against one of the partners of the firm. It didn’t matter that you put in ten times more effort than your team members, it was almost as if they were praised according to how long they’ve been in the office.

Safe to say you were relieved when Sanghyeok was added as a member of the team you were leading on a random Tuesday afternoon. Not that you two were close by any means – the extent of your interactions consisted of small smiles exchanged in passing in the printer room or short discussions of weekend plans over coffee in the break room. Rather, you were hopeful that his addition to the project would mean someone would finally start contributing even a fraction of the work you were putting in.

Even though you dread your bi-weekly team meetings, it was so much more rewarding to at least one other person cared about the success of the project. Sanghyeok was always in his unassigned-assigned seat right by the projector, intently nodding along to your agenda and taking notes when he deemed necessary. Hell, he’d even chime in whenever someone would ask a question that was obviously answered earlier in the presentation, giving you the chance to save your breath for something that actually mattered, and shooting you a cheeky grin afterwards, clearly satisfied helping you whenever he could. 

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Four days before the deadline. . .

Everyone begins to pack up their belongings the second it hits 5:00PM, slowly but surely filing out of the office before it gets too dark. It was no surprise to see your colleagues zipping up their briefcases far earlier than you planned on clocking out; the project deadline crept up on you faster than you’d like to admit, and your mostly incompetent team forced you to work overtime a majority of the recent weeks. In any other case, you probably wouldn’t be breaking your back hunched over your keyboard hours after the sun had set, but because the project was in your name, it pained you to present a finished product you weren’t proud of. 

“You aren’t leaving yet, Y/N?” You look up from your monitor, finding Sanghyeok looking at you from across your cubicle, wrapping a plush scarf around his neck. His eyes are full of concern– he’s noticed the way you never seem to budge once your peers start going home for the night. Even on days when he logs off later than he’d initially planned to, you’re still there, typing away at your desk.

“Agh, our Y/N is always so hardworking! They never seem to leave with the rest of us,” Alvin, a senior on your project notorious for sending in half-assed work far past the deadline you set for him, comments from his seat beside you. “I could never put in as much work as you do, not when I’ve got a family waiting for me at home!” Yeah, no shit. It’s hard to believe he’s stayed at the company so long performing the same quality of work you were doing in your first year in the office.

His words stung a bit, feeling oddly bitter at the idea of someone like him having people who loved him waiting for him to return from work– Coming back home to an empty apartment late at night never used to bother you, but something about the long winter nights and freezing temperatures made it undoubtedly sad in nature. It wasn’t just the weather making your loneliness feel colder than usual. 

The smile you return is painfully fake, something Sanghyeok clocks almost immediately. He gnaws on his lip, wanting to say something to the senior, ultimately deciding to hold back on it given how new he was to the project. Maybe it wasn’t his place. He didn’t want to make things worse for you by saying something out of line. Alvin shrugs his coat onto his back, quickly leaving the premises without another word. 

“If I didn’t see you in a new outfit everyday, I’d think you slept at your desk,” Sanghyeok jokes, trying to lighten the mood. From his first meeting with the new team, he quickly learned to admire the way you seemed to take charge when you needed to. It was impressive the way you’d joined the company later than he had, and were already put in charge of such a big task. He knew exactly how it felt to deal with all the stupid tasks from the other seniors in the office, finding himself doing the same thing for weeks before you came in. 

You chuckle pitifully, mainly towards yourself. “At this point, I should stop paying rent and start living at my desk.” You groan as you take a break for a well-needed stretch, your back cracking from your poor posture. “Some days I feel like I’m in the office more than my apartment.” Your words are lighthearted, but Sanghyeok notices the underlying melancholy in your statement. 

And Sanghyeok takes his leave, only after wishing you good luck and a “get home safe” as he always does, but he can’t stop thinking about how much time you’ve been putting into your work. He’s constantly shut down whenever he asks you if there’s anything else he can help with, just wanting to take a fraction of the load off your plate.

He knows you’re doing it just to be nice. You’re the type of person to take on a burden all on your own, even if it means committing to the ungodly hours you’ve become so used to. Even on the bus ride home, Sanghyeok can’t shake your tired eyes out of his mind. For some reason, it hurts to imagine you slowly killing yourself over a silly project all because no one had the decency to bother trying when they knew you’d fix it for them anyways. He wanted to do more… No, he needed to do more. 

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Three days before the deadline. . .

Sanghyeok wonders how you’re always earlier than him when he walks into the office, finding you so put-together and diligently editing the project presentation when he’s still groggy after his commute to work. 

The workload around the holidays is never too demanding, thankfully the company’s clients normally don’t ask for much as the year comes to an end. In your case, however, all your time is spent on trying to perfect the project proposal for your overwhelmingly-nitpicky boss. You’re convinced it’s some sort of test to see how good you’d be leading a team before you get the promotion you’ve been waiting on for the past couple months. Even if you make it out of your boss’ critiques alive, you’re certain you’ve lost countless years off your life with all the stress weighing down on you. 

You lock eyes with Sanghyeok every once in a while, finding him peeking over the divider separating your desks more than normal. That’s odd. You figure it’s probably because he has a question about the numerous items that still need fixing on the project. It doesn’t occur to you that he wants to talk to you until he rises from his chair, tapping his pen on the top of your monitor to catch your attention.

“I don’t know if you saw, but I just fixed a lot of the trouble areas you mentioned in the meeting the other day,” He’s excessively clicking the pen in his free hand, feeling oddly nervous to show you his work even when he knows he did everything properly– He knows how high your expectations are when it comes to your job. “I’m pretty sure I made sure to do everything you asked for, but you might want to double-check if I missed anything.”

The gasp of relief you let out is uncharacteristically loud, so much so that it earns you a side-eye from Alvin, who was currently playing solitaire at his desk next to you. He’d just saved you hours of overtime with his work, finding everything done to a tee. “No, no, this is perfect. I was dying to fix those until I realized I forgot Christian told me to come with him for his fieldwork later and–”

“It doesn’t matter who goes with him, right? I’ll go with him instead.”

“Huh? Are you sure? I don’t mind, plus he specifically asked me so maybe–”

“Y/N, it’s fine, really! I used to go on client visits all the time before he started dragging you along with him. I’ll be okay, promise!” He’s confident in his words, reassuring you of all the concerns he knew were starting to bubble up in your head. “I know you’ve been worried about getting everything done before the deadline, you shouldn’t have to waste your precious time following him around and pretending like you care about his wife.” 

The comment makes you giggle, everyone knew the senior for the way he could go on and on about his family life knowing damn well no one was actually listening to his neverending rants. “Thank you, Sanghyeok. It means a lot, really.”  

“Maybe we’ll be able to leave at the same time today, yeah?”

 

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Two days before the deadline. . .

The following day, after everyone else in the office logged out for the night, Sanghyeok sneaks back into the office. He made it his mission to discreetly plant a care package for you while you’re busy in the printer room– It’s nothing big, no, rather just a hot cup of tea and a sandwich he’d purchased from the cafe across the street from the building. 

You’d offhandedly mentioned the way you get so immersed in your work without anyone peering over your shoulder that you forget to cater to your growing hunger, often resorting to eating instant ramen in the break room before returning to your desk. Sanghyeok knew how much the project meant to you, but that didn’t mean he was going to let you neglect your health just for a positive response from your old boss.   

You’re confused when you come back to your cubicle, finding all of your previously haphazardly scattered project papers perfectly organized in a folder by the edge of the desk. The lid was taken off the cup of tea, presumably to let it cool down a bit before drinking. Huh? The note atop the sandwich container answered the questions lingering in your mind.

hope you don’t mind me moving some stuff around on your desk :p  eat up before you get back to work! good luck y/n!  sanghyeok (  ≧ᗜ≦)

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ One day before the deadline. . .

“You think Alvin will mind if I borrow his spot today?” Sanghyeok questions, swiveling around in an office chair that didn’t belong to him.

“You could probably erase all the files off his computer and he wouldn’t bat an eye,” You joke as you sort through the stacks of papers residing on your desk, looking for a particular document. “I’m convinced he gets paid to just sit there and play card games for eight hours.” 

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him touch his keyboard.” Sanghyeok chuckles before logging into the computer beside you.

“Why’re you using his computer though? You’re not going home yet?” 

“I think it’s only fair for me to help you finish the proposal when we’re supposed to be submitting it tomorrow,” Sanghyeok answers matter-of-factly. You watch as he opens up the same powerpoint you’ve been staring at on his own monitor. It’s quiet for a few minutes, the only sounds coming from the occasional clicks of your mouse. “...Doesn’t it get lonely working all by yourself?”

You pause to think for a moment. It’s not the worst thing in the world, you’re sure you wouldn’t be capable of doing it everyday if it was that unbearable. “No, not really. If anything, it’s nice to not have anyone pulling me away from my desk for some stupid shit– Sorry, stupid stuff.” You correct yourself. 

“I know we’re still at work and all, but you don’t need to censor yourself when it’s just us. I’m not gonna snitch on you for cursing on the clock, Y/N.” He teases, not surprised to see that you’re still in work-mode even when the office is practically empty. 

“Oops, just force of habit. I'd rather die than accidently curse in front of one of the oldies we work with,” You smile sheepishly, feeling at ease with him at your side. You’re not sure when you grew so fond of the man – maybe it’s because of how similar you are in age or the way he’s always so quick to defend you in the meeting room – but he’s always felt like more of a friend than a co-worker in times like these. “...It’s nice to have some company for a change, though. Felt like I was going insane looking at the same documents all by myself.” 

“It’s okay to admit you get lonely sometimes, Y/N.” Sanghyeok pauses his typing to look at you, his eyes soft when they meet yours. “I was thinking about it on my way home the other day, you know, the way you willingly stay in the office after everyone leaves every night. It’s hard to imagine it isn’t difficult being by yourself all the time.”

You’re silent, knowing that he’ll see through you no matter what you say. Sure, you had your fair share of moments sitting crying at your desk, in fear that your efforts wouldn’t pay off despite how much you’ve been trying, but that doesn’t mean you need his help. You made it this far all on your own, after all. 

And when you fall asleep at your desk, exhaustion finally catching up to you, Sanghyeok doesn’t hesitate to rest a sweater on your back. He knows how upset you’ll be once you wake up, bummed that you dozed off at such a crucial time, but he’s more than happy to let you sleep for a bit before gently shaking you awake after a well-deserved power nap. 

“Shit, how long was I knocked out for?” Embarrassed, you rub the sleep from your eyes, turning away to yawn. 

“It wasn’t even thirty minutes, you’ll be fine Y/N. I finished editing a section of the report while you were sleeping too.” You tap on your mouse, waking up the black screen, happy to see that a good chunk of the comments you’d made on the document were long resolved. “Can you promise me something?” 

You’re offset by the sudden serious mood lingering between you two, but you slowly nod regardless. “Even when this project is over, will you promise to come to me if you need help?” 

“I know I only joined your team recently, but I want you to know you can depend on me. It’s not fair for you to do all this on your own,” Sanghyeok can sense the way you’re processing his request in your mind, watching as you hesitate to answer. “I know it’s probably weird coming from someone who’s only been here a couple months longer than you, but I promise I’ll try my best if you ever need me.” 

“Okay.”

“...So that means you won’t try to turn me down whenever I offer to do something for you, right?” 

“Yes, Sanghyeok, I won’t turn you down when you try to help me.” You roll your eyes at him before turning back to your computer, missing the way his face lights up at your response, proudly smiling to himself. 

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ The day of the deadline. . .

You’re sure you could cry tears of joy when you send the final version of your project proposal to your boss. There were a few sections you wish you had more time to perfect, but it was impossible without an extension to your deadline– There’s nothing else to do but wait until you get feedback, which is entirely out of your hands at this point. 7:15PM. It’s still two hours past the usual 5:00PM ending time, but far earlier than you’ve clocked out in the past two weeks. 

“You’re actually leaving at the same time as me? I’m not dreaming, right?” Sanghyeok pinches at his cheek, earning a giggle from you in response. 

“Well, I just forwarded all the documents to our boss. Felt like I deserved at least one early night during the holidays,” You close your eyes as you fall back in your chair, letting out a content sigh knowing there wasn’t anything else you had to do for a while. “God, I don’t know what I’d do without you, Sanghyeok.” 

He holds the door for you after you’ve both collected all of your belongings, bundled up for the harsh temperatures waiting for you outside the building. The elevator ride down is silent until the man next to you clears his throat, prompting you to look at him. “So, do you have plans tonight?”

“Ah, not really. I was planning on picking up some dinner at the convenience store before heading back to my place.” He nods, fiddling with his tie in a feeble attempt to calm down his nerves from what he was about to do. 

“Can I take you out to dinner, Y/N?” Your eyes widen slightly, unsure what to make of the question. Was he… asking you on a date right now? It wasn’t out of the ordinary for coworkers to share a meal off the clock, but the fact that it was just the two of you had your brain malfunctioning. “...You know, as a thank you for working so hard on the project! It’s the least I can do.” Sanghyeok laughed nervously, hand flying up to the back of his neck as he waited for your response. 

It doesn’t take long for you to decide your answer, nodding in confirmation, feeling slightly bashful at the sudden act of appreciation you weren’t used to receiving, especially not at work. There’s a pep in his step as he brings to you one of his favorite ramen spots, a hole-in-the-wall joint tucked away from the main streets. It’s cute, honestly. You’ve learned a lot about your coworker in recent days, but this side of him was entirely new to you. 

You’re glad you trusted his recommendations when you take your first bite, the hot broth immediately melting the chills you garnered from the short walk there. Despite this being your first interaction with Sanghyeok outside of work, there’s no awkwardness in your time spent together– Instead, a fuzzy feeling rests in your chest as you look at the man sitting across the table from you. Perhaps it’s due to the newfound absence of pressure on your back from sending in the project proposal, or maybe because it’s the first time you’ve allowed yourself a proper meal in days, but it’s a feeling you don’t wish to lose any time soon. 

Usually you’re one to rush back home immediately after dinner, not wanting to lose any second of rest you have before you’re forced to go back to the hell you call work, but you’re more than happy to accept Sanghyeok’s invitation to go to a nearby bar for some drinks following the meal you shared. It’s there you realize he’s a lot wittier than he comes off as when you’re on the clock, your cheeks aching from smiling so hard at his endless supply of jokes. 

You don’t stay there long, only garnering a couple drinks before finding yourself walking around one of the parks in the area you didn’t even know existed, gawking at the string lights adorning the trees. Work was taking up all of your attention that you didn’t even have the time to decorate your apartment for the holidays like you normally would’ve. This was the closest thing you could get, but you were far from complaining. 

“I never expected you to be like this, Sanghyeok.” You confess after coming down from the fit of laughter he’d induced with one of his stupid puns.

“What do you mean?” He asks, worried that he’d done something wrong. 

“Oh, I wasn’t trying to say anything bad! You’re just… A breath of fresh air, I guess.” Your words emit a cloud of vapor in the frigid air.  “I’m sorry I didn’t notice it sooner, I’ve been a real shut-in especially with the deadline and–”

“You don’t need to apologize for that, Y/N.” He cuts you off; he’s well aware of your tendency to apologize for things that you didn’t need to be sorry for in the first place. It was one of the only things he wished he could change about you, wanting you to give yourself more credit for the love you poured into everything you did. “I just wanted to make your life easier, I guess. Thanks for giving me the chance to do that tonight.” 

“I should really be the one thanking you. You’ve been nothing short of helpful ever since you joined our team,” Thinking back on the past couple days, Sanghyeok never once shied away from doing things to ease your burdens, even going out of his way so you could focus all your attention onto what mattered most to you. “It’s like you were some sort of holiday miracle sent to me.” 

Unwrapping the scarf from his neck, Sanghyeok carefully loops it around the back of your head, securing it snugly at the front of your jacket. “It’s freezing… You should really be layering up more.” He’s glad the lighting on the trees is too dim for you to see the blush creeping up his neck after seeing you in his clothes. He’d probably blame it on the frosty air if you called him out on it. “Ah, it’s snowing!” 

The gaze you were previously sharing is broken as you look up, crystal white snowflakes slowly sinking from the sky. It was surreal to be standing in the middle of the park, ambient light illuminating the way the snow ended their descent atop your heads, your shared laughter harmonizing at the sight.

And despite the cold weather, you felt warm standing next to him.

© lionhanie 2025 ; all rights reserved!

[awniie]

BIG BABY W/CHOSO

ʚ content: fem!reader, reader takes care of sick choso, reader wishes boyfriends spends more time with her, fluff ⠂°⠄🕯

ʚ summary: your bf choso loves being your big baby when he’s sick (all the time) ˎˊ˗

ʚ note: i want choso to be my big baby ♡

You were sitting on the couch in the living room of your apartment. You’d been stationed there for hours, mindlessly scrolling on tiktok and instagram. You hadn’t done anything productive all day, not a great way to start off the new year but you’ll save that train of thought for another time. You didn’t want to be lazy alone, in fact you were supposed to spend the day rotting with your boyfriend, Choso Kamo.

Only a couple more minutes you thought, checking your messages app, waiting a text that would said “I’m here!”. You were supposed to be binge-watching the new season you and your boyfriend’s favorite historical drama at 5:30. Season 4 had just released and you were dying to start it now, but choso made you promise that you wouldn’t start it until he got back from visiting his brother Yuji who had just gotten a cold. “Please baby,” he’d beg you, tying the laces of his black prada boots. “I promise I’ll be back soon and we’ll watch it together.” You gave him an overdramatic sigh and pouted, to which he responded with a peck on your temple. You turned your head up go meet his lips to yours, drawing him into a deeper, more desperate kiss.

"Just be patient, okay? T's only for a couple hours." Choso whined as he pulled himself away from your lips. You couldn’t help but smile a little, you loved his whines, but right now what you’d love even more is for him to just postpone his 3rd visit to Yuji’s this week. You understand he was sick, but Choso was always at his brothers place. “I already lost my brothers before, I’m not trying to lose anymore.” He’d tell you matter-of-factly whenever you had something to say about his visits. You’d understand, to a degree, but sometimes he would come back home all sleepy-eyed and exhausted and you knew he probably spent a majority of his time fretting over his more-then-capable younger brother. You’d just wish he’d rely on you more instead of always trying so responsible.

But that was hours ago, and your boyfriend swore he’d been here in only a couple minutes. You stretch and pull up your black spandex shorts you’d been wearing along with a pink cropped hoodie from garage. ‘This boy better hurry up, or else I’m just gonna start it without him.’ You’d thought, fingers reaching towards the remote that had been waiting allllll day to be picked up.

Suddenly, and thank the Lord, you heard keys jingling from the outside door of your apartment, and heard the familiar sounds of the turning knob. You practically leaped out off the chair you’d been lounging on, and ran over to give your boyfriend the biggest, tightest hug. (Mostly for making you wait all day.) But when you wrapped your arms around choso’s muscular frame, You could feel how warm his body was, how shaky he was and the distinct smell of sickness.

“Cho’ are you okay-?” You questioned, slowly peeling your chest away from his so you could get a better look at him. His hair was coming undone, the spiky buns now loosened and practically gone. His eyes were somehow more heavy then usually and you noticed he was shivering a little.

“Mhm, I’m f-fine baby, jus’ a little tired. Can we go lay down on the couch, please?” Choso answered. He tried to keep his voice steady but it was obvious how pitiful he appeared. You led him down unto the couch, sitting him upright and draping him with the blanket. You placed your hand on your forehead, and almost gasped at how hot he was.

“Cho, you’re burning up, did Yuji get you sick?” You asked, while standing up from the couch and going to the kitchen. Ibuprofen wouldn’t heal any sickness, but I’d get rid of his fever at least. Choso started to follow after you, sniffling and breathing heavy. “No no, no. You stay there. You clearly sick, lemme grab you some medicine.” He indignantly continued after you. “‘M not sick. I’m just a little chilly, that’s all.”

“Yeah, okay whatever you said.” You retorted, grabbing the pill bottle from your white cabinet and shaking out two umber colored pills. You moved away from the counter, noticing your boyfriend seemingly disappeared. “Cho’ where’d you go-“ you cut off as you foot hit something large and definitely out of place. Your 5’9 boyfriend was on the floor curled up into a little ball, shivering and sniffling under the blanket. “Oh my goodness Cho- Okay let’s bring you back to the couch.” You instructed, awkwardly lifting him off the hardwood floors and back unto the couch. Now he was back on the upholstery, but he still needed his medicine. “Okay, Choso. I’m gonna need you to open your mouth so you can take this medicine, okay? It’s gonna make you feel a whole lot better.” You coaxed, brushing the escaped tendrils of hair from his heated face.

“Nooo, ‘M good. Don’t worry about me.” he mumbled, still a shaky, pathetic mess. You groaned at his stubbornness. “Cmon Cho. You’re obviously sick so can you please just take it.” In your hand were the pills and a glass of water that he clearly didn’t wanna take. He frowned and closed his eyes, refusing to take the medication. He was acting like a spoiled toddler, expression pouty and fake. “Choso. Stop acting like a baby and just take it, it’s just a pill!” You urged, not noticing the edge in your voice, but he did. He took that medicine so fast, gulping the water to chase it down. You smiled, even though were shocked at his sudden change in disposition. Deciding to give your boyfriend a reward, you gift him a smooch on the nose, brushing more hair out of his face. “Good boy, see that wasn’t so bad. Now you’ll feel so much better.” You promised. You sat yourself right next to him, allowing him to rest his head on your shoulders.

For the rest of the week, you were both surprisingly happy. Your boyfriend was finally getting some well needed rest, and you got to watch the new episodes of your show together (he didn’t have much a choice with you padding after him everywhere). Choso never knew how much he’d enjoy being the not responsible one for a change. You were making sure he ate, checking up on him, kissing and loving on him. He was hungry for the praises that seemed to come out of you with much more proficiently now that he was succumbed to illness. You followed him constantly, and he secretly loved the fussing and attention. He’d definitely had to catch a cold more often. Of course, he was still protective older brother to Yuji, but your boyfriend Choso loved being your big baby. ♡

[sstarfruitz]

In response to your AU post, haha! (I originallg dropped it as a comment because I was so tired and Can't Read! But!)

The title alone of your AU is so intriguing to me! The Narrator is so paradoxical in his humanness—a disembodied voice sentenced to be a Narrator in a video game emoting, getting angry, and feeling isolation line any *human* would? That's a different level of turmoil. Personally, I really like this AU for those reasons!

It's so interesting to think about the possibilities that could run wild with this concept and if he would fail, succeed, etc. in whatever attempt he takes.

Do you have any other plans for this AU, as a question?

HIIIIII SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER AUGHHH

First of all, yesss I always found it so interesting whenever the narrator acknowledged his non-humanness in the game, because you go the whole time hearing him act and talk exactly like a human!! I feel like so many of the narrators flaws and inner tumoil are so human-like (his sense of identity in relation to his art, his frustration when he doesn’t have control of the situation, when he’s angry he just isn’t being listened to) that it’s easy to forget that he kinda is this nonphysical being with complete control over the world you’re in. But then you have the countdown ending which really reminds you that this dude is ultra-powerful LMAOO

I’m using all that stuff to really develop how he will act and react to certain things he eventually experiences, like eating, touch, physical pain, sleeping, etc! Its actually inaccurate to call it “how-to-be-human” au because the narrator isn’t *really* trying to be human per say, but that’s the lie he is telling Stanley😈😈😈

As for your question, I have plans of exploring a lot of the major plot beats through comics, then maybe exploring the more complicated parts of the story through fics! I just want to keep the comics I post short, just for my own sanity LMAO, so they will mostly be the lighthearted moments. Serious moments I want to give all the time they need, so they will be in fics! And as said before, the majority of the AU will be just silly hijinks like the narrator getting humbled over eating spicy food and dying over it

Tysm for the ask!!