#which I usually figure should be a good thing?

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My Sweetest Obsession

Twice Sana!Sub x Female Reader!Dom

5k Words

Content Warning: smut, fingering, oral, pussy slapping, praise, edging, use of toys, situation-ship, little bit of angst

Minors DNI

A/N: I wrote this one to honor what is potientially one of my favorite songs this year. I watch their performance of sweetest obsession daily and not just because of the hilarious sanayeon kiss. The song is so good and it sounds like pure, authentic TWICE, can't wait to have it on my playlist Friday.

Like I said, i'm not too confident in my writing or my creativity when it comes to writing more plot based fics. I hope it makes sense to everyone reading!!!

On another note I got a really good request and I'll be posting that very soon. (Yes it will be fem reader)

Anyways, enjoy this one! It has more plot.

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"I really fucking hate you"

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"I think we should stop seeing each other"

It's the first thing that comes out of Sana's mouth the moment you open the door. You stand there for a moment, hand on your doorknob when your eyes immediately notice her appearance. She was nothing short of breathtaking, like always. "You came all dressed up just to see me?" a smile grows on your face as you purposely fail to process or acknowledge her words.

Sana rolls her eyes, pushing past you to enter your apartment "I had a few errands to run before I came here" She kicks her shoes off and takes a seat on your couch.

You close the door, "And you just figured you'd stop by to what? break up with me?" Your tone is sarcastic and it causes Sana to scoff.

"For me to break up with you, you'd have to be my girlfriend" You walk into your kitchen, deciding that now would be a better time than any to knock back a drink or two as she tries to end things with you. Again. "Beer?" You offer, opening the fridge and taking out two after hearing her hum in response. You walk to the couch and hand her a drink before sitting next to her.

"So let me get this straight" You open the bottle and take a sip "You don't think were basically a couple by now?" She nods "We fuck maybe five times a week" you mention and she just nods again "You have an entire drawer here with your clothes in it" You gesture in the direction of your bedroom and she nods "You also call me babe and baby among other cute pet names" You mock her tone which makes her laugh a bit and you watch the moment as she drinks from the bottle. How her lips come into contact with the rim, smushing a bit against the hard glass surface and the way her eyes squint at the first taste of the bitter substance.

"The bottom line is that we never made anything official Y/n, so all that stuff doesn't matter" She looks a bit more serious about what she's about to say "We just can't be together"

"But you like me" You say and a hum escapes her lips "And I like you so..."

"So?"

"Then why can't you just be my girlfriend?"

Sana gives you a look, it isn't her usual annoyance or the subtle eye roll or even a huff. You observe that it's kind of serious and you should probably listen to what she has to say next. "That's what I came here to tell you Y/n, were not good for each other--i'm not good for you--" She continues to speak, going on and on about why the two of you would quite literally never work. Sana mentions the fact that she's always busy and she can't make time for a relationship right now. Then she's explaining to you how much emotional baggage she has and her tendency to push people away and maybe say and do hurtful things. Blah.. Blah.. Blah.

You weren't at all focused on any of it, you've heard it all before, the irrelevant excuses she makes all because she's afraid of commitment. That should probably be a red flag in and of itself but there was no such thing as a "red flag" when it came to Minatozaki Sana. You were in love with her, head over heels and you'd do literally anything for the chance to call her your girlfriend but Sana was too afraid, terrified even, of opening her heart to someone new. So now she's here trying to end things because she can feel herself falling for you.

Fuck that

Sana stops her long tangent which you stopped listening to midway because something else caught your eye "Did you dye your hair darker?" You asked, noticing the slight difference in hue.

"What- Did you even listen to anything I just said?"

"I didn't have to, this is the third time you've come over here in an attempt to push me away when we both know that you'll just end up in my bed sooner or later" You don't mean for it to come out as harshly as it did and of course she gets upset, lips parting idly as she tries to find a reasonable rebuttal. You wait, taking a longer swig at the drink in your hand before swallowing. "What?" You ask, observing the look of pure shock and anger on her face "I'm just saying the quiet part out loud"

"You're a fucking asshole" She puts her beer down on the coffee table, without a coaster you notice, but before you can say anything about that she's getting up probably to stomp out of your door angrily. If that happens who knows when she'll be back, so of obviously you got up and went after her.

"Sana wait" You grab her arm and she snatches it away from you, her dark eyes warning you not to test her. But you note that she's still standing there in front of you, waiting for you, silently hoping that you'll say something to make her stay. Girls are confusing that way. You want to say something--you try to--but you get distracted again, fixated on her hair and the way it's tucked behind her ears. It showed off her perfect facial structure, her sharp jawline and high cheekbones which had a cute shade of pink blush blotted on them. A few strands of hair deviated, sitting gently by her eyes, probably obstructing her vision a little.

You can't bring yourself to form words because you're so affected by her beauty even after all this time. Some may say its crazy, you've seen and touched almost every part of her body by now and you're still getting flustered by her appearance. Get a grip. It takes a moment of staring for Sana to speak up "What?" She questions you, pursing her lips with her eyebrows pinned together and a growing impatience in the quickened tapping of her foot against the floor.

"Look, I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have said that but come on Sana. If you're falling for me then you should just let it happen. I know you think you're not perfect.." True, she's more than perfect. "but who says you have to be perfect to love someone and be loved?"

She bites her lip, it's something she does when she's nervous or thinking really hard about something. You've picked up on that by now as you have with every single one of her little mannerisms. She steps back, placing a hand on the doorknob as if she wants to leave and you feel her slipping, like she's trying her hardest to get out of that door but somethings holding her here. "Y/n, if you really want it.. the truth is that I'm just not as obsessed with you as you are with me. I mean we have good sex but that's it, in fact it's really the only reason I keep you around"

Sana says it expecting you to be hurt, expecting for you to maybe call her a bitch and tell her to leave so what? It'd be easier for her? Instead you just tilt your head and quirk your eyebrow. "but somehow it's always you who shows up to my at my door. Often unannounced might I add." You chuckle a bit at the irony catching the way her demeanor subtly weakens. So you take a step forwards and an idea pops into your head, seeing the way she's looking up at you.

Hoping you won't regret it later, you reach your hand out to touch hers which is on the doorknob and you push it off. Then you open the door all the way, she steps out of the way so the door could fully swing open without hitting her and now she's standing in front of you facing the wide open door. She's so close you catch a whiff of her shampoo. It smells so divine, so her. "Look, the doors open. If you really feel that way, then you can go because I'm not stopping you"

Sana just stands there, staring out the door and into the empty hallway. Before she even realizes it, your hands are on her shoulders feeling the soft material of her knitted wood sweater. She sucks in a breath through her teeth as you step closer, unable to take any steps away from you. Sana knows she should leave, you've just presented the opportunity to her but you're magnetic and it's fucking impossible to get away. Your hands eventually slide down her arms slowly then you close the gap and your front is flush to her back.

At this point, theres blood rushing to places it shouldn't and Sana's forgetting how to breathe. You lean down a bit so you're level with her ear and by this point your hands have found their way to her waist. "Sana, baby it's your choice" You whisper and your voice is so sexy and smooth flowing into her ears, just the perfect balance of husky and feminine which always drove her crazy. You knew exactly what you were doing, you were proving a point. The point being that she indeed feels the same way that you do about her. The point that she needs you.

Sana turns around in your arms kicking the door shut with her foot "I really fucking hate you" she mutters and she's pulling your shirt, stretching the cheap fabric as she gets your head down to her level. She kisses you, hard, like she's been thinking about it all day, like it's all she's wanted to do the moment you let her into your apartment. You don't hesitate to kiss back at all, in fact you were actually aching to get her lips on yours as soon as you saw her looking so beautiful with her newly dyed dark brown hair and those beautiful eyes. It's like an addiction, if there was anything correct she said about you, it's the obsession.

You were obsessed with Sana in ways that were probably really unhealthy. It was evident in the ways you'd worship her body when you had it on display in front of you, only for you to have.

Now you're pulling at each others clothes and in the midst of this heated kiss you reach for her belt, she reaches for the hem of your top. When her belt is off and somewhere across the room, your shirt is being pulled up and Sana breaks the kiss so she can take it off of you. The only sound that could be heard is your heavy, inconsistent breaths as your shirt falls to the ground. Sana stares at your breasts for a moment, the way they're sitting in your bra and you can hear her breath hitch. Before she even knows it you've got her pressed against the door. You unzip her jeans as she takes the initiative to take her sweater off.

Sana's loose jeans fall to her ankles and she kicks them off her feet. You press your body against hers, already obsessed with the way her warm, soft skin feels against yours and you're kissing her again. It's slower this time, softer. You wrap your arms around her body, unclipping her bra in one swift movement. Sana's heaving and you're lifting her off of the floor her legs immediately wrapping around your waist. Her body is high enough and her full, perfectly round breasts are now in reach, waiting to be appreciated.

You take your lips off of Sana's and dip your head, first into her neck where you can suck and lick as much as you want. She would never protest about marks or bruises. There was a particular thrill she got from letting you decide whether or not you'd leave your imprint on her, like a brand that claims her as yours. Either way she's enjoying it, enjoying it way more than she should. Biting her bottom lip, head thrown back against the door, soft moans leaving her lips. Theres a few red spots on her sensitive skin when you're done and you move on to her collar bone. Her skin smells and tastes so fresh, so sweet, so Sana. You have to stop yourself from groaning when you get to her breasts.

In, no time there's a nipple in your mouth and a small "Oh fuck" leaving her lips. She loves it when you suck on her nipples, swirling your tongue around the bud, taking it between your lips and maybe even biting it lightly. The erotic passion of it all is what always gets her going and you could bet everything you owned that she's absolutely dripping right now. You switch to her other nipple, treating it with the pure care and affection you gave to the other one until its covered in your saliva, your marks.

You get a good grip under Sana's thighs and you're carrying her towards your bedroom and you silently thank God that the door is already cracked open. You kick it closed, hearing the lock click before you're laying her on the bed. She looks up at you, bottom lip tucked between her lips and she pulls you down by your neck eager to get you lips back where they belonged--literally anywhere on her body. Now you're kissing her harder, sliding your hands down her body and in between her legs. You just rest it there, feeling the warm heat exude through the damp fabric.

Sana's hips buck and she moans in your mouth, even muffled it's still so soft and pretty. She breaks away from the kiss for a moment "Please" she's already begging and you, craving your touch just as much as you crave hers. You begin kissing her neck some more, right over the red marks you just left there "Please - mm - touch me" she's struggling to speak, grinding into your still hand to achieve just that little bit of friction, anything.

So you do. You slip your hands underneath the waistband of her panties and she's wet, like really fucking wet. Yeah, there was the expectation that the teasing would've turned her on but the first feel of it never failed to surprise you each time. You gasp, leaning upwards to see her face. "You're soaked, baby" You say it with a slight smile on your face, using your fingers to circle her clit. Her sticky arousal coats your fingers immediately and she's whining--writhing on your fingers for more pressure. 

Insatiable

You drag your middle finger up and down her slit, prodding the hole directly before slipping it in and it goes in so fucking easy. She's so relaxed for you. "M-more please" The words escape her lips almost too beautifully and you just have to comply. You watch her face the exact moment you slip your ring finger inside, her eyes shut and her lips part. "So fucking.. good" She mumbles, pulling your body down onto hers again. It's hot, the way she enjoys feeling all of your weight on her as you pump your fingers in and out, keeping them curled just the way she likes it.

She's moaning in your mouth now and it's louder, letting you know just how good you're doing. You're smiling in the kiss, noticing how she's struggling to keep up with it because she's really falling apart on your fingers. "You're so pretty" You compliment her, almost getting lost in her squinted eyes when you pull away. Then you begin pounding your fingers into her, hard and fast. Her reaction is priceless. The way her jaw drops, how her eyes widen then roll back even the way she presses her hips deeper into your bed in an attempt to minimize the overwhelming pleasure.

"W-wait baby.." She squeals and reaches down to grab your wrists because everything you're doing is too much and her grip is tight, but not tighter than how she is inside. Seriously, the way her hot walls squeezed you always managed to throw you for a loop. "God" She groans and it's guttural, her legs already beginning to shiver as her body arches into yours. Unfortunately for Sana, you weren't ready to send her over the edge just yet so right as she's beginning to get close you slide your fingers out "Fuck" She sighs an unsteady breath.

Sana has a love-hate relationship with edging, on one hand it's frustrating and it makes her hate you. On the other hand, the thought of you deciding when and how she cums is the hottest thing in the world. So she allows her breathing to steady, observing the slight smile on your face "You were right there, weren't you?" You ask and Sana just swallows, nodding tiredly in response. You grab the waistband of her panties and you slide them down her perfect thighs, then her legs and around her ankles. "These are drenched" You observe before tossing them elsewhere.

You go back to the position you were in before, laying beside her with one hand in between her legs and you plant a kiss on her lips. Unexpectedly, you slap her cunt and a loud almost splashing noise comes out. Sana yelps and her legs clamp shut around your hand that's now rubbing up it and down. She whines as you force her legs back open with your hand and you do it again, harder this time. Sana moans' but keeps her legs where they are "Good girl" You mutter.

Then you're slapping her cunt again, one time, two times, three times, four... and by the looks of it she's fucking loving it. The way her body jolts and she winces just a bit with each blow. "Ah - baby" She's stopped mid sentence with another slap and it makes her squeal. You hum in response, soothing the area with some slow, soft rubs "I could.. cum like this..." You slap again "Fuck.. if you're not careful" She tries to warn and you chuckle, leaning down to leave a short peck on her lips.

Another blow follows the kiss and she gasps "But you won't, because you'll be good for me, right?"

"Mm-hm" Sana hums hesitantly.

You slap her down there, and it's a bit harder "Words, baby"

"Fuck - Yeah, I'll be good" She looks into your eyes, saying it with a little more conviction in her tone.

You smile and then you're shuffling down, all the way to her belly. You suck and lick on the skin, tasting the flavorful sweat that sits on the surface. There's a low groan that escapes your lips and it's driving Sana insane. She loved how primal you get when whenever you have her like this in front of you. How you're just unable to control your urge to just get your mouth on every part of her body and nearly eat her alive. Sana fucking lives for your obsession.

"You're so perfect" You mumble softly on her skin and Sana feels butterflies so strong, her entire body jerks subtly. It was completely true. In your eyes, everything about her just made so much sense. Instead of merely just meeting every impossible beauty standard that society puts on women, she was the beauty standard. With her dainty legs, her plump and soft thighs and a waist so thin you'd think she had some kind of surgery done. Not to mention her porcelain like skin or her striking eyes.

Pure perfection

Now that almost every inch of her body was littered in your kisses, you kneel in between her legs and grab her thighs. You squeezed them lightly first then you spread them and push them back "Hold them here, princess" You ask her with a certain softness in your tone that still maintained your dominance.

Sana does as you say, holding her legs open for you and you're just staring. She looks so picture perfect here "I wish you would let me take a picture" You mumble, realizing that you kind of pushed your luck with the glare she gives you. So you only take a few seconds to admire her body some more, taking in this wonderful sight before you continue on. Then you get your head in between her legs and you're face to face with Sana's slippery cunt. It was everywhere, even some dripping down and staining your bedsheets.

You breathe in her musky scent before sticking your tongue out and then you're lapping at the wetness lathered between her lips, swiping over her clit at some points. Sana's watching the entire show biting her lip so hard it'll probably leave a mark just to stifle her moans. You notice the grip she has on her thighs tightening and her nails are digging into them which'll likely leave tiny crescent marks in her perfect skin. You take her clit in between your lips and you suck, tasting more of her tangy arousal, swallowing it completely. "Fuck baby that's so good--you're so good" She whines, feeling her legs slipping out of her hands.

You bring two fingers up as you notice, plunging them in "Keep your legs where they are" You take your mouth off of her for a moment as you begin to fuck her. Sana keens, pulling her legs back farther than they were because it's getting hard to keep the position. Her palms are sweating and it's causing her grip to loosen but she holds strong anyway. You just watch as she struggles to be good for you, another thing you love about Sana.

"H-Harder.. please" Sana pleads so you lean your head down and start planting quick kisses on her clit, providing enough stimulation to have her cumming in no time. Sana's breathing heavily now, lips quivering when you start fucking her harder as deep as your fingers will allow you to go. "Just like that - fuck!" Her thighs almost clamp shut with a small stutter, but she keeps them open anyway.

Sana's pulsing inside, looking at you with those big brown eyes and her pupils are absolutely blown. You're still kissing, the sound filling the room as you stimulate the sensitive girl below you.

"Gonna - fuck - gonna cum if you keep~" She sobs, squeezing her thighs so hard that they're red. You slip your fingers out and Sana wants to cry, but she doesn't complain, she just sighs again "Shit" A shaky whisper escapes her lips.

You crawl forwards and you kiss her slowly, gently, like her lips are fragile. Then you pull away and bring your fingers up, you don't have to tell her to open her mouth either. Sana just pulls her head up a bit, takes them into her mouth and sucks them, sucking every bit of the sticky substance off of your fingers. You watch her, your lips parting from how erotic this is and she's looking into your eyes as she sucks. It goes straight to your pussy. It's when you begin to long for her mouth, to feel it all over your body but that can't happen yet, not until she's satisfied.

So you pull your fingers out of her mouth and you get off of the bed, she's still in position, holding her legs up for you as you grab something from underneath the bed. It's a small box with a bunch of your toys in it. You open it and grab a vibrator, arguably one of her favorite toys. It's subtle, but you can see the way Sana's eyes light up when she spots it in your hand. You crawl back onto the bed "You've been so good for me tonight, princess" Sana just whimpers, acknowledging the praise.

You turn the vibrator on to the lowest setting, the low hum filling your ears. You put it directly to her clit and press down, rubbing the toy around in tight circles. Your eyes dart up to meet hers but you only catch the moment her head falls backwards. Sana moans softly "Baby~" A pretty whine escapes her lips.

The look in your eyes is pure adoration, her body, her voice, her small actions and reactions to the vibrations. You flick the vibrator up to a higher setting and she moans louder, her head falling forwards, a look of genuine devastation on her face. Her body's shaking and so are her legs, threatening to fall out of her grip again. "You're so perfect" You tell her again, feeling your heart flutter.

She falls apart so beautifully

Your fingers find the highest setting on the vibrator and you flick it on. "I want you to cum for me, baby" You mumble.

"Fuck" She huffs "Right now?" She nods

"Right now, sweetheart" You nod back

Her hair's everywhere now, disheveled brown strands stuck to her face. Sana chokes a little bit as her orgasm begins to hit her. "Fuck... fuck, fuck!" She moans and you've gotten all the signs down like it's a science. First she freezes, then her moans go silent, her jaw goes slack and her body falls back into the bed. You're watching intently as it happens, her moans come back after a bit and they're high pitched and sweet. You smile, watching the way her back arches as she stops breathing for a moment.

"Jesus... good fucking girl" You mutter, shutting the toy off and tossing it to the side. "You can drop your legs now" You say as you crawl over Sana. She lets go of her thighs and you kiss her lips again, she holds your face kissing you back like you're the only girl in the world, kissing you like you earned it, like she loves you.

"I think I might actually love you" Sana sighs. You watch as she covers her face, a frustrated groan leaving her lips as if there was something wrong with loving you. Your lips part and your eyes furrow as you try to process her words, process the fact that she actually said them. Like they really came out of her mouth. Sana loves you.

It takes you a moment for you to finally get some words out. This is the moment you've been waiting for, she feels comfortable enough to say it to you, that's a step. "Sana... that's not a bad thing" You decide to get off of her to give her some space.

"No, you're right, it's a horrible thing"

"and why's that?"

"Cause I have major commitment issues, see? I admit it, I can't commit!" Sana sits up and looks around the room "where are my clothes?"

"By the door"

She gets up and walks out of your room, picking her panties up from off of the floor on the way. You follow her and she's already putting on her clothes presumably to leave, like actually leave this time. "The first step is admitting it" You mutter, figuring that you might as well put your shirt on as well. "I can help you commit, i can fix you" You immediately regret saying it like that, because the face she makes is pure disdain. "I mean fuck.. not like that. Like... I can help you get over that if you'll just let me in"

"I'm not going to open up my heart to you just so you can destroy it, it's already broken enough" Sana mutters the last part as she pulls her sweater over her head.

"Is that how you're gonna go through life? Pushing away everyone who loves you?"

Sana gives you a look, "You don't love me. You're obsessed with me"

"Isn't it the same?"

"No! It's not the fucking same! You only love the idea of me. You tell me i'm perfect as if i'm not a train wreck, as if i'm some fucking barbie doll. Once you see me--the real me--you're just gonna leave" She grits, her tone harsh but she's just trying to push you away, you know it. It's not gonna be that easy though, not when you love her this much.

"But you love the way I treat you, Sana. Just face it, you like when someone is actually being good to you. What? Are you rejecting me because i'm too nice?"

She rolls her eyes again "You're so fucking full of yourself."

"I know you think you do, but you don't deserve to be treated like shit. Whatever you've done or whatever has happened to you in the past doesn't define you. I love you and I think you deserve to be treated like a fucking queen and I can do that but only if you'll let me"

Sana doesn't say anything, you see a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes but it goes away in a flash. Sana grabs the door knob but as soon as she goes to open it, you press on the door and slam it shut. Now you're closer to her, too close. She turns to face you, her back against the door. There's a look of shock on her face "Just let me in" You're pleading now, trying to hold yourself together.

It's so obvious that someone's hurt Sana beyond repair in the past. They took her heart and shattered it into maybe a million pieces so badly that it was fucking hurting you—stabbing you in your attempts to pick them up. That isn't going to stop you though, nothing will. Maybe it'd be better for you to let her go and never come back but your heart won't let you. You need her.

"Y/n, please" Sana closes her eyes, tears threatening to fall from them. "Just let me go... I don't deserve someone like you" The way she says it almost fucking breaks you but somehow you manage to stay composed.

You swallow "Sana, I love you. How many times do you need me to say it? I love you, I love you... I-"

You're completely stopped in your tracks when Sana kisses you, she kisses you and this time it doesn't feel like she's holding back, nor does it feel like she's only trying to get your clothes off. It's pure love, the way you move your lips together, it's so slow and affectionate. You feel like you're on cloud nine, like nothing else in the world exists but the two of you. You pull away after God knows how long. Now you're both breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together as you're hoping her heart is beating just as fast as yours. Soon you pull back just a bit and your faces are just inches apart "Just.. stay tonight, please?" You whisper.

"Okay" There's a single tear rolling down her cheek when she sniffles. "and by the way.. I love you too"

[cardigan-ns]

Please please please do sugar daddy Declan!!!!

Oh…my…god. I saw this notif pop up and had to turn my phone off and think!

Everything she wants

Pairing: Declan O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were a friend of Taggie O’Hara, you always had the new things that money could buy, way more than anyone your age should have. People expected your parent’s wealth to be apart of it, but they stopped funding for you when you turned 16. It was no one other that Taggie’s father Declan, giving you everything you could wish for.

Note: reader is 21

Declan was in his corinium office, finishing up his rather alluring report on Rupert Campbell-Black for his show later tomorrow night. He leant back in the chair, rubbing his palms over his face in defeat as he groaned, he suddenly had to see you, like a pirate in desperate need of treasure. He wandered towards the buttercup coloured phone on the wall and dialed your house number.

You were in your kitchen, halfway through a bottle of wine with Taggie, she and you usually had gossip drinks on a Friday to celebrate the weekend. She was your only age appropriate friend in Rutshire, everyone else wrinkling and in dreadful marriages, she was your angelic saviour. Your parents owned the B&B spa in the countryside which raked them in thousands every year, from the wealthy and tourists, you didn’t get along with them, however, they always assumed you were a spoiled priss, and cut off you financially when you were old enough to get your own job, at 16. You didn’t give a shit, knowing that the humble life was way better than a pitiful one. Along with a blossoming friendship with taggie, however, you were made one of their family, always invited to dinner, and parties and celebrations wherever they saw fit, even her brother’s birthday party, which was surely a night to remember, that was the night Declan O’Hara kissed you at midnight, you’ve been seeing him on the sly for a short while. He’s never forgiven his wife for cheating on him, so he figured revenge was best served with you.

As you were downing your glass, you were interrupted by the deafening rumble of the phone ringing. You jumped off the stool and walked over the archway to answer your blood red phone on the opposite wall. “Hello?” You asked as you twirled the chord in your fingers. His voice rumbled on the other end, and your heart turned to putty, mindlessly thumping, god, quit it, Taggie could probable pick up on it. “Hiya love.” He spoke and you could tell he was smiling, at the sound of you answering the phone. Suddenly though, your voice became hush, whispering into the phone, “Taggie’s here, you shouldn’t call.” Back in corinium, Declan held the bridge of his nose with a laugh. “Does it sound like I care?” His response making your knees almost buckle.

As if you summoned Bloody Mary, Taggie appeared over the archway, not a peep coming from her, silent like a Charlie Chaplin film. “Who is it?” She was rather tipsy from the wine, she giggled, Declan hearing her from the other line, remained silent. “Just Valerie, asking about the bouquets.” You were a rather sought after florist, hating the job, but knowing people here gave more of a fuck about plants than their own kids. Taggie nodded then tapped your shoulder, alerting you she was heading to the loo, you simply nodded and went right back to your rendezvous phone call with her father.

“Are you getting her drunk, again?!” Declan scolded you lightly, knowing he wasn’t any better with the drink. You bit your lip and the chord around your finger almost causing your circulation to stop. “It’s our ritual, but seriously, what’s up?” You asked, needing this call to end quickly, women only piss so slowly. Declan tapped the box of the telephone with his fingertips, losing patience by being parted from you. “I want to take you to dinner. Can you come up with an excuse, I know you’re good at that.” His eyes landing on the view from his window, needing a reason to see you, he was hankering for it.

“I could possibly slip away, can’t promise you though.” You whispered, and he was proud of you in that moment, making you sneak around. Almost getting caught a hundred times send a thrill right to his-

Suddenly taggie appeared back in the room, now sitting on the sofa turning the TV on, FUCK! “Good luck, angel.” Declan whispered and hung up the phone, you doing the same. You are going to have to rip this through the grains of the earth’s core to make this excuse work.

“Taggie, I’m going to have to go to the shop, I forgot a bouquet for Valerie, she wanted three rose and poinsettia, and not two.” You shrugged seeming very guilty for your need to leave, she just sighed and smiled, nodding. “Oh right, are you okay to drive? We’re both rather pissed.” She stood up, putting her hands in her overall pockets and you just nodded. “I’ll neck back a coffee, then give you a lift home.” You wandered back into your kitchen and put the kettle on, taking out two mugs and dousing yours with enough instant coffee to kill an elephant, and Taggie’s with one for normal human consumption.

As the both of you giggled tremendously as you necked back the absolutely revolting coffee you ran out to your rather fancy car. “Remind me how you afforded this again?” Taggie smirked as she got into the passenger side and buckled herself in, you slightly halted as she mentioned how you happened to get your hands on such a luxurious red car. You closed your car door and turned the keys into the ignition. “Savings are a saviour.” You smiled and pulled out of your drive way, unable to admit how Declan had surprised you with it after he’d got a special Christmas grant, he didn’t tell his family about the grant however, because he’d blown it all on pleasing you to a car and then a lovely fancy dinner and a glorious night in your bed.

As you dropped Taggie off at The Priory, you noticed Declan’s car in the drive, shit, fuck. Couldn’t he have stayed at work for a second longer, so if he left the house it wouldn’t seem odd! You held your frustration and apprehension and Taggie turned to you in her seat, “Come in for a second, Val can wait, I’m certain.” She opened her door and you shook your head in protest. “Dad’s been asking when you’d be over again, he acts like you’re his best friend, and not you and I.” Her laugh echoed and how could you refuse, he talks a lot about you when you’re not there, if the two of you get found it, you’re blaming the man who cannot seem to keep his mouth shut.

“Okay fine, what’s five minutes.” You exit your car and follow her into her home, where the potent smell of cologne is filling your nostrils. “Daddy?” Taggie yelled as she entered, you just mentally panicked, he put that on because he’s going to see you, maybe he didn’t want you to leave Tags home?

Declan has an unlit cigarette, loosely in his mouth as he was in his study, “Bollocks.” He scratched his forehead as the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, he walked into the hallway to see the two of you. “Right girls, where’ve you two been?” He asked pretending he didn’t know you two were getting plastered in your humble abode. You stared at Declan, devouring him with your eyes, stray chest hairs poking out from atop of his green checked shirt, his tie discarded and his hair in shambles. “At mine, sorry for keeping her.” You smile innocently as if you weren’t literally sleeping with the man, and he patted Taggie’s shoulder. “Wish I could stay for dinner Tags, but I’m off with Charles, he’s found some new sources for my scold with Rupert tomorrow.” Good damn excuse, you thought to yourself, but you felt bad for lying to Taggie like this it simply wasn’t fair. “I seriously wish you wouldn’t go through with that.” She protested, hating the idea of Declan airing out Rupert’s business live on air.

Taggie waved you both away as you both got into separate cars, totally not the glamorous plan Declan had in mind but you both had to make do. Then it clocked in your brain, where the fuck were you driving to? He was behind you in the car also, where on earth was he taking you to dinner? You flashed your blinkers and pulled into a timid car park on the country road, which cyclists used to park their cars before going on bike rides across the pathways. Declan followed suit, catching the hint you were making with your blinkers.

You both exited your cars and he flashed his gorgeous brown brows at you before he stifled a laugh. “Where are we headed?” You, seeing his elated reaction, couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe to the lovely bog you almost drove into.” Declan wandered closer to you as he lightly kicked your front tire, “If I’d known you were so shit at driving, I wouldn’t never forked out such an extravagant present.” In that moment, him teasing you, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his stubborn neck and kiss him, god he drove you crazy, like a woman possessed, you didn’t give a shit who saw the both of you. As it appeared, neither did he.

“I am taking you to take you to Morellos.” He said matter of factory at your plump lips, swollen from all the kissing. He was mesmerised by your gorgeous face and soft skin wrapped around his neck, he needed to treat you or else he’d drop dead, and who would buy you pearly earrings if he wasn’t breathing, that simply couldn’t happen. He led you to his car, god knows he’s not making you drive on a day he’s treating you, he won’t let it commence. He shut your car door as you were securely in and he then got into his own side and drove across the roads for around 10 minutes to the beautifully, dimly lit, Italian cuisine restaurant. You held his arm as he walked you both in and a waiter took his name. He led you both to the table for two which sat beside a fireplace which was burning fresh logs of wood, it smelt divine, like a wonderful winter’s day. Ever the gentleman, Declan pulled your chair out for you, and within that time the waiter came back with their most expensive bottle of wine. He must’ve asked for it earlier when he booked the table, knowing you would’ve protested on him spending such obscene amounts of money on an alcoholic beverage. Declan always used the excuse, “I want divine food, as I look into your divine face.” He was strange but in the most attractive way, he spoilt the woman he loves and you were more than happy to be on receiving end.

As he poured you a large glass of the blood red wine, and himself, he cheered your glass and took a long sip of it. As he set down it down he saw your bare wristed arm, as he held his hand in yours, his thumb tracing the soft indents of your knuckles. “Darling, I have a gift for you. I couldn’t bare seeing your wrist without a rock.” He then removed his hand from yours and instead reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out a jewellery box, a small pink bow wrapped around it, he handed it to you. “Declan.” You whispered in aghast shock. “No, I can’t take it, you’ve already done too much.” You shook your head and tried to push the box away but he persisted.

“Love, come on, let me treat you to the things you deserve.” His right hand ran up and down your left arm, as his spare hand holding the box, placed it in-front of you, as he tapped it, for you to open. You bit your lip in anticipation, needing to see the jewel he’d bought, to be honest who doesn’t love being spoiled by the most attractive man in rutshire.

You opened the box and gasped at the sheer beauty of the plum jewels gated around the most expensive silver you’d ever spotted with your own eyes. The bracelet was crafted by the Gods themselves, and landed before you, as your own. “You love it, don’t ya?” His smile was wide and his eyes beaming, he knew you all too well, what you’d love and he knew you had expensive taste. “It’s so fucking gorgeous, how can I ever repay you?” You looked up, almost guilty that he’s done this but Declan laughed, lifting up the bracelet and ever so carefully clasping it around your wrist as he touched it for a moment. “It’s a gift, you needn’t repay me, or the novelty is simply out the window.” He lifted your hand up and kissed it, his moustache brushing your skin in the most crafted way. “Now, look at the menu before I give in and have you for dinner.” He winked to you and you simply nodded, looking at the laminated sheet before your heart simply pounded out of your chest and to the floor.

After dinner had commenced, he’d ordered 3 courses with multiple sides, you felt like your stomach was about to burst open. You’d driven your separate ways to your home, you didn’t want to discard your car in that lot any longer than you had too. Once back in your cozy living room, Declan had shaken his blazer off and unbuttoned a few buttons to let some air at him. You took off your coat and shoes too, and you ran to the kitchen to pour him a glass of whiskey and yourself a glass of wine.

Declan followed you in, moving your luscious hair from your shoulder as he kissed it, you gazed at the man, you’d let him do whatever he liked but you had to keep a straight mind. “You shouldn’t stay too late, you only told Taggie you’d be out for dinner, nothing more.” As you turned around and handed him his alcohol, he nodded, and you sipped yours, but Declan, as he walked away, turned on his heel. “No.” He was ordering you with his protest.

“No?” You questioned as you drunk in the sheer sight of him, who’d need alcohol when he was already making your stumble. “No.” He repeated, as he grazed his knuckle over your cheek, causing your lips to part slightly. “I’m staying the night, I simply refuse to cut off your night with such a sharp blade.” With that his hand grabbed your cheeks and he pushed your face to his and kissed you, you obliged, shoving the wine glass on the counter, you wanted to focus your attention onto him.

He lifted you up, carrying you to the sofa as he laid you down softly, he was barely composed on top of you. He wanted to ravish you, but he must be patient, as it seemed that you wished to speak. “What’re you going to do?” You whispered into his ear and with a hum from him, his hand grabbed your thigh, he kissed it. “Whatever you desire, dear.” He kissed it again, and your hand tangled in his hair.

You were in for a long night, for Declan would bend to your will, and do and give you whatever you want.

[thelesbododo]

I just realized I accidentally predicted Bakugou sacrificing himself for Deku when making up an AU fic in my head last year 😭

[wren-kitchens]

dude crochet is truly a craft that gives you so much hubris. like i was fully fully convinced I could crochet an entire hat (without a pattern btw. I just thought 'hey this looks like it might work' and decided to give it a go) within less than an hour. it's now 2am and needless to say I have not fully completed the hat i’m making up on the spot

[keeps-ache]

need to be exploding something but i Can't for some reason. just Can Not. my ability to do is just. Nay

[gibbearish]

so like i want to talk more abt what suicidal means but the problem is "suicidal ideation presents in two general forms, active and passive. the thing most people think of as suicidal is the active version, where the person *actively* desires to be dead and/or is making a plan to get there. the passive form however gets almost no attention in media so many people experiencing it are unaware they are even depressed, much less passively suicidal. some examples: not wanting to experience death but feeling like you wouldn't mind if you didn't wake up tomorrow or just stopped existing; feeling deeply exhausted with just the entire concept of being alive; even feeling like you want to run away, change your name, and start a whole new life; none of these look like suicidal ideation to most people because they don't involve actively doing anything to get from point a to point b, especially the more abstract ones like the start a new life thing - but remember that in order to truly start a whole new life, you have to destroy your current one. it's not suicidal as in wanting to actually DIE die, it's just. wanting something close enough to scratch the itch. but just because you haven't booked the ticket doesn't mean you don't still revisit the 'vacation activities at point b' tab occasionally to daydream, yknow?" is i think very informative and specific, but its also quite long and run on-y so people are v likely to tap out like a third of the way through it, whereas "suicidal doesnt necessarily mean wanting to die" is way shorter and therefore catchier, but is also the kind of nonspecific phrasing that gets you a thousand angry anons about how you said all suicidal people are just pretending they actually want to die or some dumb shit. so it's a fun line to toe

[toytulini]

hit tag limit on the last post cos i started talking about roller coasters again 😔

[nerdie-faerie]

The audacity of my mum to ask if I've tried a new meal yet as if I would ever try a new meal for anything less than the pain of death

[artificer-dice]

Sometimes I feel like I have to reassure myself that I actually do know what I'm doing, I'm just sometimes trying something new, am just out of practice, or made a probably admittedly dumb mistake.

Imposter syndrome hits hard when things don't work right but the fact that I'm experienced enough to know what went wrong to fix it in the future or know a way to fix that mistake should also mean something.

[thesoundofsnowfallingfromeaves]

honestly having a purpose for which i wanna get fit is such a healthy motivator to work out for me, I am so glad I am doing this hike in summer! Before, even when I tried not to, working out always had the 'i wanna change my body shape' undertone for me, because there wasn't really much else to it? yeah bouldering I mostly just do for fun because its also usually with coworkers and it has a real achievement element to it (climbing progressively harder routes and you get to finish many of them in one session which feels great), but everything else was kinda that, even cycling to work when i did it, which is bonkers, cause its mostly also just transportation. But now I am training for my big adventure and the body stuff is so much less on my mind. Its more like "this will help me climb the big hills in 7 months hell yeah!". I feel like I hacked the system.

[anistarrose]

Please don't tune out when you get to the non-partisan section of your ballot this November. First off, where state Supreme Court justices are elected, Republicans are trying their darndest to elect candidates who will destroy reproductive freedom, gut voting rights, and do everything in their power to give "contested" elections to Republicans. Contrast Wisconsin electing a justice in 2023 who helped rule two partisan gerrymanders unconstitutional, versus North Carolina electing a conservative majority in 2022, who upheld a racist voter ID law and a partisan gerrymander that liberal justices had previously struck down both of.

Second, local judicial offices will make infinitely more of an impact on your community than a divided state or federal legislature will. District and circuit courts, especially, are where criminalization of homelessness and poverty play out, and where electing a progressive judge with a commitment to criminal justice reform can make an immediate difference in people's lives.

It's a premier example of buying people time, and doing profound-short-term good, while we work to eventually change the system. You might not think there will be any such progressive justices running in your district, but you won't know unless you do your research. (More on "research" in a moment.)

The candidates you elect to your non-partisan city council will determine whether those laws criminalizing homelessness get passed, how many blank checks the police get to surveil and oppress, and whether lifesaving harm reduction programs, like needle exchanges and even fentanyl test strips, are legal in your municipality. Your non-partisan school board might need your vote to fend off Moms for Liberty candidates and their ilk, who want to ban every book with a queer person or acknowledgement of racism in it.

Of course, this begs the question — if these candidates are non-partisan, and often hyper-local, then how do I research them? There's so much less information and press about them, so how do I make an informed decision?

I'm not an expert, myself. But I do think/hope I have enough tips to consist of a useful conclusion to this post:

Plan ahead. If you vote in person, figure out what's on your ballot before you show up and get jumpscared by names you don't know. Find out what's on your ballot beforehand, and bring notes with you when you vote. Your city website should have a sample ballot, and if they drop the ball, go to Ballotpedia.

Ballotpedia in general, speaking of which. Candidates often answer Ballotpedia's interviews, and if you're lucky, you'll also get all the dirt on who's donating to their campaign.

Check endorsements. Usually candidates are very vocal about these on their websites. If local/state progressive leaders and a couple unions (not counting police unions lol) are endorsing a candidate, then that's not the end of my personal research process per se, but it usually speeds things up.

Check the back of the ballot. That's where non-partisan races usually bleed over to. This is the other reason why notes are helpful, because they can confirm you're not missing anything.

I've seen some misconceptions in the reblogs, so an addendum to my point about bringing notes on the candidates: I strongly suggest making those notes a physical list that you bring polling place with you. Many states do allow phones at the polling place, but several states explicitly don't — Nevada, Maryland, and Texas all ban phones, and that may not be an exhaustive list. There may also be states that allow individual city clerks to set policies.

You should also pause and think before you take a photo of your ballot, because even some states that don't ban phones still ban ballot photographs. But whether it's a photo, or just having your phone in general — in an environment as high-risk for voter suppression as the current one, you don't want even a little bit of ambiguity about your conduct. Physical notes are your friends.

[thathikikomorigirl]

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[phantomrose96]

Tumblr can never be my main means of engaging in politics and it comes down almost entirely to Tumblr's pathological need to distill The Right Opinion:tm: from any complicated issue.

It's always the most important thing. Not because it helps solve the issue or helps the people impacted, but because The Right Opinion:tm: is a proxy for you, morally, as a person. And every issue needs to be broken into the language that sets the stances of Make You Good or Make You Bad.

And I don't mean this in any generic statement about echo chambers or virtue signaling. Those are separate but related concepts. What I'm talking about is how people are nervous about a topic until one doctrine is crafted which defines the Sports Team Color of our Sports Team, so we can be identified as being on the Us Sports Team, and absolutely not on the Them Sports Team. Because this issue is actually about you and the proxy for you as a person and how people should perceive you so, really, the sooner we figure out the Home Sports Team Colors the sooner you can stop feeling worried.

The moment something new happens is usually the first and last time you'll actually see a range of opinions on it. And some of that is fueled by misinformation! Some in bad faith! When dust settles and clarity is achieved, this helps combat those things, but it's also the moment when the Loudest and most Articulate voices craft the Zeitgeist Opinion and everyone comes to roost around it.

You get people on this site pissed off at AI models that can diagnose cancer from a research paper in 2019 because The Right Opinion is that AI is bad. If you even see a post trying to articulate good uses of AI, well that's someone wearing Packers colors at a Vikings home game, and if you wanna make a point in the "wrong" direction you better be damn articulate about it.

A well-defined set of actions are transphobic. Another set are actually not transphobic, and you'd be transphobic for thinking so. Are you trans and actually your lived experiences differ? Get articulate real fast or shut up. You might be able to eek an exception for yourself, but it's going to require a 10-paragraph post justifying your claim. If you're REALLY good at it though, you might be able to rewrite the Zeitgeist and now anyone who disagrees with you is transphobic. Teams switch uniform styles every now and then, after all.

And it's such a farce because so often it's not actually about the topic at hand. It's about why you should be allowed to be perceived as a good person while toeing outside the fringes of The Right Opinion, why you aren't actually quitting the faith or committing blasphemy or deserving of exile for going off the written word. Or if someone really IS trying to make it about the topic at hand, the ensuing slapfight in the comments needs to be about whether OP has sinned against the covenant.

It's not helpful.

[stylishanachronism]

On one hand, Unheard (best described as a detective sim) is *extremely good*, like, half a step down from Obra Din good, they nail four out of five cases hands down, and the fourth would probably be just as good if I hadn’t, y’know, actually worked backstage community theater for a number of years (got myself confused about a major clue because Opening Night Doesn’t Work Like That, among other things), but. On the other hand.

For a game that’s literally All About the soundscaping they have remarkably shit soundscaping.

[niteshade925]

April 20, Beijing, China, National Museum of China/中国国家博物馆 (Part 1 - Dehua white porcelain exhibition/德化白瓷展):

Aaand finally, the National Museum of China/中国国家博物馆! I was lucky enough to see the famed Dehua white porcelain exhibition/德化白瓷展 here. Some of you may recognize some of these pieces already, since pictures and shorts of them have been circulating online way before I went on this trip, but there are many many other pieces too. The pieces I post here are only a small portion of the entire exhibition, so if you ever get a chance to see the exhibition elsewhere in person, don't hesitate. This stuff is amazing.

First up is one of the two that has been gaining popularity online, the piece named 神话 or "Legend".

The first time I saw a porcelain piece like this, I thought that the clothing part was made with paper? But no, the light fabric of the clothing, the hair, it's all porcelain. Keep in mind when looking through these pictures: every part of every piece is porcelain.

This piece is the other one that was becoming popular, the piece named simply 纸, or "Paper". If you don't look up close and see the glossy surface, you can't tell it's actually porcelain. I cannot for the life of me imagine the kind of magic that was used to turn clay into this

Anyway, this is a good point to introduce Dehua porcelain a little bit. Dehua porcelain is a regional specialty of Dehua/德化, which is located in Fujian province, and is known for its expressiveness and white color. For this reason it's also known in the West as "Blanc de Chine" (French: "white of China"), and this should be the reason why this exhibition is named 中国白, which basically means the same thing. The history of Dehua porcelain goes back to Song dynasty (960 - 1279), and it is still being produced today. Many of the pieces I'm posting here are modern pieces.

But Dehua white porcelain can be colored too (I imagine the color must be painted on later, because the white comes from the clay itself), and when it is colored, it looks like it came right out of a painting

This piece is especially amazing to me. Look at the texture, look at those details. Zoom in and you will find that there are actually a bunch of porcelain ants on this porcelain tree stump. Porcelain ants. I never expected to use porcelain as an adjective when describing ants. Wtf. It's like a manifestation of a scene from an older animated movie.

Peanuts are called 花生 in Chinese, which literally means "flower grow", and because it also has a long shelf life, it symbolizes longevity and a happy marriage. Also a fun fact: because Watson of Sherlock Holmes is usually phoenetically translated as 华生 (huá shēng) in Chinese and sounds similar to 花生 (huā shēng), you will find that many in the Chinese SH fandom refers to Watson as "peanut".

This piece is titled 春色满园, or "garden filled with spring scenery". This is also a common 4-character word used to describe gardens in spring. I'm guessing the figure depicted here is one of the flower gods. It is one of my personal favorites because of its superb depiction of movement, it's as if the flower god will really fly away on clouds at any moment

More depictions of traditional Chinese deities, specifically Chang'e/嫦娥, the moon goddess. That moon rabbit is too cute.

Depictions of what I'm assuming is the Four Heavenly Kings/四大天王, based on the items they are holding. The Four Heavenly Kings are Buddhist deities.

Look at her clothing! That porcelain is so thin it's almost see-through! Also is it depicting Li Qingzhao/李清照, the famous female poet from Song dynasty? She does have a famous ci poem that's about paddling a boat in a lake full of lotuses while drunk

The piece titled 锦绣前程, or "future as vibrant and prosperous as silk brocade". This is also a common 4-character word used in well wishing. The figure in this piece is holding a xiuqiu/绣球, a ball made of silk, which was usually seen as a token of love

Somewhat more modern-themed pieces:

Among the hundreds of amazing pieces, this one caught my attention for its unique texture. When everyone else was trying to turn the clay into these thin sheets representing fabric or paper or flower petals, this artist took the noodle approach. Not many visitors seemed to like it, but I think it's pretty cool

Piece titled 运势如虹, or "fortune like the rainbow", also a 4-character word used in well wishing. Traditionally horses symbolize vitality and success, hence why many people use the words 马到成功 ("horse's arrival brings success") and 龙马精神 ("vitality of dragons and horses") in well wishes during Year of the Horse

Stay tuned for Part 2 of the Dehua white porcelain exhibition!

[lowkeyren]

reverse dating tropes w hsr men!

in which — what the title suggests / those classic fanfic tropes but with a twist

featuring — boothill, jing yuan, blade (separately) x gn!reader

✧.* — wc: total 1.5k, used up half my brain for this (the other half is for pt2 w aven sunday geppie!!), lovesick boothill + clingy jy + jealous blade fr, anyway pls enjoy! reblogs r appreciated <3

gepard aven sunday vers here!

boothill ꩜ .ᐟ

love at many sights with boothill whose memory card was tinkered with, and every time you meet, he thinks he's seeing you for the first time, so he falls for you over and over again. 

when boothill returned from a dangerous mission, it was evident that he had endured significant damage. his once sleek and polished exterior was now marred by dents and scratches, and his mechanical limbs were either partially missing or severely damaged. the exposed wiring, usually neatly tucked away beneath scraps of metals, now hung in tangled strands, sparking occasionally with residual energy.

he looked barely salvageable. it's safe to say that the mechanics had a hell of a time fixing him.

though they were skilled enough to piece him back together, his memory card wasn’t as lucky. a tinkering in his system left him incapable of recalling or retaining information in his synthetic brain, temporarily —leaving the mechanics scrambling to find a solution.

weeks later, you find yourself walking down the familiar corridors of the laboratory where your favourite cyborg is being held for reparation.

boothill’s eyes immediately land on yours when you enter the lab. “well ain’t this a surprise! haven’t seen ya in a good long while.” boothill drawls, tipping his hat your way, his voice carrying a metallic twang. 

"i heard you took a bit of a tumble, figured someone should come make sure you didn’t lose all your screws." you shrug nonchalantly, a smirk playing on your lips.

boothill's eyes flicker for a moment, taking in the curve forming on your lips. he thinks you’re adorable with that infectious smile of yours. 

“heh, nothin’ bad, just had a r-r-run in with some cuties" he says, failing to hide the glitch that caused his voice to stutter. (and that damn synesthesia beacon! he swears he’ll get it fixed this time around…)

“guess you took more than a tumble huh...” you lean casually against the workbench, the sterile scent of machinery and the hum of various devices filled the air; your gaze sweeps over the freshly repaired parts of boothill's metallic frame, “anyway, glad to see that you’re mostly fine now." 

“aww! do ya care ‘bout me?” he teases, his grin widening, revealing his pointy teeth peeking out mischievously. you don’t reply, your eyes glinting with the faintest hint of amusement dancing in them.

"boothill, we go through this every time, your memory card's still damaged. you forget things sometimes, so for the 5th time this week, yes i do care about you.”

boothill's expression shifts, a mixture of realization and sheepishness crossing his features. "right, right," he murmurs, scratching the back of his head with his metallic hand. "sorry 'bout that, sugar. guess i just keep forgettin'."

you chuckle and shake your head, finding the situation amusing. he feels like he might overheat from the sheer warmth radiating from your smile.

“you’re beautiful, date me.” (he didn’t mean to blurt that outloud)

you raise your eyebrows at the sudden compliment, “why thank you,” a surprised laugh escapes your lips.

“—and we’re already dating, silly.”

a shower of sparks erupts from his circuits, you can particularly hear the fans inside him sputter and whir. you rush to his side, concern etched on your face.

“wh- are you okay?! you’re short circuiting again!”

and this happens every time his memory lapses. you offer an apology to the mechanic on the next shift for the extra work required to fix yet another damaged wire after your visits. perhaps they should ban you from getting too close to boothill, lest he completely breaks down again like that one time where you told him, yes you actually kissed before.

jing yuan ୭ ˚.

"secret relationship" with jing yuan but he is completely unaware of how his public displays of affection towards you keep revealing the supposed secrecy of your relationship.

on the rare case that the general is found in his office, you are there too, beside him.

“pleeeease? just one kiss, really really miss you, darling”

“no jing yuan, not now…”

he wraps his arms around you as he leans in, caging you from the back. he rests his chin on your shoulder, “then how about a kiss on the cheeks?” he murmurs in your ear. you try to push him away, but he just chuckles softly against your neck, his arms still secure around you.

“no, and get off me before someone sees!” you protest, feeling your face flush from the close proximity, and the tightening of his arms suggests that he has no intention of releasing you just yet.

this stubborn man… you swear you’re gonna burst a blood vessel someday.

as if to echo your exasperation; he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, peppering it with nibbles and gentle kisses. jing yuan certainly knows how to test your limits, yet his affectionate gestures never fail to chip away at your resolve.

suddenly, a series of loud knocks come from the door, you freeze, and immediately attempt to wiggle your way out of his grasp. but he remains unfazed, his hold on you firm, and seemingly unbothered by the interruption.

the door bursts open, “general! there’s a situation at starskiff ha—ven...”  yanqing trails off as his eyes widen at your position. the room falls into a momentary silence as yanqing's gaze shifts between you and his general, his expression reflecting a blend of shock and embarrassment.

clearing his throat awkwardly, yanqing stammers, "i-im sorry for interrupting... i’ll t-take my leave now!” with a hurried nod, he practically sprints out of the room.

oh bless that kid’s poor eyes… 

you shoot a glare at jing yuan from the corner of your eyes, you just know that he has a shit eating grin on his face right now. nowadays, it’s probably common knowledge that the general’s most treasured person is you, evidently shown by how he latches himself onto you every time you’re within his vicinity. you wouldn’t be surprised if the entirety of xianzhou knows about your supposed “secret” relationship.

“so… can i have my kiss now?” 

aeons, he’s insufferable. (you love him tho!!!!!)

blade ؛ ଓ

"fake dating" with blade but you are actually dating —somehow everyone is convinced you aren't.

“blink twice if you need help.” march whispers-shout; dan heng leans against the doorway, blocking the way into your room, nods in agreement.

“this is absurd… i’m alright guys, really!” you try to reassure your friends, frustration edging into your voice. though no matter how many times you insist that no blade isn't holding you hostage and that you are indeed in a relationship with him, they seem convinced otherwise, somehow deducing that you're not able to speak freely.

you sigh in resignation, knowing that they aren’t going to relent anytime soon, and with blade idling in your room, you can't afford to keep him waiting any longer. “dan heng please, let me through, he’s been waiting for me for the past 10 minutes now…”

“good, let him wait.” dan heng responds curtly. (what a guy)

march takes hold of your hands, “do you owe the stellaron hunters something, and him out of everyone?! he looks scary…and totally not your type!” 

“not their type?” a low voice rings out from behind dan heng, the three of you turn immediately and see blade looming at your doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“stellaron hunter. stay back.” dan heng furrows his eyebrows, his stance defensive as he pulls out his weapon, positioning himself to block you and march. sensing the growing tension, you step forward, reaching out to gently grasp at dan heng’s shoulder. 

(blade’s expression darkens at your hand resting on him)

“it’s okay dan heng, he means no harm.” dan heng hesitates, his grip on his weapon remains tight, but he doesn't move to strike. so you slowly move between him and blade, “see? i’m fine… he’s not gonna hurt me.” you smile reassuringly at your friends. 

just then, as if to further aggravate dan heng, blade settles his hand on your waist. dan heng’s hand is visibly twitching now. “what? can’t i touch what’s mine?”

dan heng’s eyes narrow, “...we still don’t believe you, leave now. before it’s too late.”

before you can interject, blade grabs your chin, silencing any words of protest with a sudden kiss. caught off guard, your eyes widen as the unexpected gesture leaves you momentarily stunned. but you soon reciprocate his kiss, his intensity drawing you in.

(march quickly covers her eyes with her hands)

“there. now leave us alone.” and with that, he pulls you into your room, slamming the door shut behind, pinning you against it. 

it’s just the both of you now, finally.

“did you really have to touch him.” his voice tinged with possessiveness. “blade, he would’ve hurt you, i didn’t mean—” he shuts you up with another kiss, more desperate this time, welp guess you’re stuck with him for the night.

though your friends might not believe that a person like you would “be in cahoots” with someone as dangerous as him; convincing them otherwise is a task for another time. tonight, he wants your attention focused solely on him, and him only.

✧.*

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