#at this point I can't tell who is more obsessed with us:

[jjwolves]

Whoaaa I wasn't expecting to see Mr Tenna content here!! I know this guy already has some vibes but may I ask some headcanons of him being yandere? If you don't mind

ROBOT MONSTER

What: Yandere Tenna X Reader Imagine

Who: Tenna from Deltarune (By Toby Fox)

How Much: ~1500 Words, ~7 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Toby Fox, Divider -> @icyporcelain

Warnings: Toxic Behavior, Kidnapping, General Yandere Shenanigans

Even from the start, Tenna knew that he wouldn't be able to let go of you even if it was good for him. He was thoroughly starstruck at having met someone who liked him, who valued him. And not as talent nor entertainment, no. But as a person. Someone who entertained and loved laughing and inciting laughter all the same, sure, but also someone who would stare into a cup of coffee and think, surely, that every minute on the clock was accounted for, every second of happiness paid for in advance through an inevitable dive into obscurity. A shoulder to cry on and someone who would talk to him like a person did wonders for his morale, and suddenly he found himself re-evaluating a lot of his priorities. He was always running from something, trying to extend his time just a little longer, trying to wring out a little more color for the big screens. But with you, wow! That's someone worth running towards! And so, Tenna's strange new fixation begins to slot itself into his regularly scheduled programming. He secretly hopes you didn't notice the flower his nose just sprouted as you walked past. (You did.)

Tenna works obsessively to make sure that TV World is more to your liking. Only gourmet TV dinners made with the best mysterious blue stuff may be given to you, and Pippins ought to open doors for you before you even get there. TV Time will have deranged, lengthy segments related to any interests Tenna has managed to get you to divulge. They're often drawn out to an unnatural degree that makes the other actors a little uncomfortable, which the show's host picks up on and makes sure to rant about once he's backstage. "Will you quit giving me that look? That look like, 'Oh Mr. Tenna, these topics are WEIRD!' Don't you think I do the research!? Kids and grown ups alike LOVE this kind of stuff! And if they don't, they don't have very good taste. People like that shouldn't be watchin' TV Time anyway!" Tenna thinks that if he can use his influence to make TV World a five-star experience for you, you'll want to stay, even if his lousy actors and employees get in the way with their objections, constant questioning and occasional accident. At one point, a Shadowguy forgot to put a warning sign down after mopping the floor. Not paying attention, you ended up slipping and your coffee went flying. You weren't too mad about it, since you weren't hurt or anything. Tenna, though? The next time you see him, his antennae are putting out signals as he angrily murmurs to the corner of the room he's facing, hands behind his back. "Don't you know how hard I'm working just to keep this all together?! Enough slip-ups, and, and..." You don't even make the connection the first time it happens. You definitely can't tell that the Shadowguy responsible has gone missing, either.

Whenever you spend some time with him, talking about TV or sketching bumper designs or gossiping about other Darkners, expect him to prod you for your opinions a little. "Hahaha! It's true, the Pippins came into TV World dressed for the job. Speaking of... What's your opinion on fashion? I mean, you can probably guess what I think of it. Fashion is half of your stage presence!" You might expect him to be unnerved by darker interests like horror, true crime or even occultism, but he's surprisingly unflinching when you reveal these to him, as you soon find out one night. "Sweetheart, I've run about a hundred horror flicks this past month. GHOSTS and BLOODSHED galore! TV makes you tough like that!" He looks contemplative as his antennae straighten like he has an idea. "Say, here's a Pop Quiz for you. No wrong answers, of course, but. Hmm... Do you like being scared?" Scared? Tenna throws his arms in the air to summon dramatic flair. "Frightened! Terrified! Jumping at bumps in the night!" Thinking on it, you decide that being scared can be kind of exciting in its own way. It's probably why movies for it even exist. As you answer him, you begin to realize just how tall he is compared to you. The dude's huge, even when he's sitting cross-legged on the floor of your apartment. Why hadn't you ever noticed that all the other times you two met? "I think I agree. Being scared is fun, in a way. Oh, that gives me an idea!" You perk up as he snaps his fingers and gets to his feet. Does he want to share the idea he had for the show, you wonder? But you quickly realize that might not be the case when his hands sharpen into claws and he gives a mischievous grin. "Oh, think of it as a monster movie marathon, but not for TV! Hahaha! Here I come!!!" No time to waste, you dart through the hallway as Tenna sprints after you. You're not scared, per se, but more surprised at how playful the host of TV Time is being. And if you're completely honest, it's a little unnerving having someone so large chase after you, but maybe it'll be alright to indulge in something childish like this once in a while.

You circle around the couch as Tenna tries to skid to a stop but falls over. Well, that's what he gets for starting this. Good an opportunity as any, you leap back over the couch to try to book it to the kitchen, but Tenna gets up quicker than you'd expect for someone his size and backs you into a corner. Your heart's racing, although whether it's from the closeness or the exercise, you're not sure. "So, did I do a good job? That was scary, right?" Hmm... You tell him that it was more unexpected than scary, but you appreciate the effort either way. His cardio was impressive. Tenna bashfully turns away and sighs, looking down. "...That's good. Sometimes it's hard to gauge what people really want, or even need, without them telling you. I didn't know if tag was what the doctor ordered, but. Ahem. You just looked so chaseable!" You joke that he guessed well. He should trust his intuition more! Even if it was surprising and weird, Tenna always seems to somehow know what you need at the time, be it word or action, and perhaps the stresses of life demanded the occasional game of tag. He probably shouldn't try that with anyone else if he doesn't want to get tazed, though. "Hahaha! All I'm hearing is free shock therapy!" Suddenly, Tenna lifts you up, and you're not sure if he realizes how patronizing other people might view this as. But if it's him, you suppose it's fine. "I'm really, really glad that we're so... On the same wavelength. PUN intended!" The smile which curves under his pointed nose seems to shift, and maybe it's the lighting, but it looks a little awkward. "But it really is hard, sometimes... Trying to make people happy. You make me feel like I'm an expert in the field!" A chuckle and confirmation manages to get a blush out of him, which helps reinvigorate his usual bravado. "Well, this expert has been trying to come up with answers to a very special Pop Quiz for a long time. Thank you for the kindly honesty which has given me the courage to take a stab at it!" You hear a click, blink, and before you know it, you're in a large gotchy-ball, Tenna staring up into your cage and giving an award-losing smile like he's either guilty or sick to his stomach. Maybe both.

This isn't funny. This isn't funny at all. You bang on the plastic walls of the sphere, decorated with your signature colors. You'd be flattered by more of Tenna's signature attention to detail if you weren't being held against your will. Panicking, you demand that Tenna let you out as he holds your prison in one of his hands. Tenna's smiling, but it's not happy. "I'm sorry, I really am! But even with all the work I'm doing, our runtime is getting low. You're always one foot out the door, and I need more time to make everything perfect! You can wait a while, can't you?" Wait, so, you're just supposed to stay in here?! For how long?! Tenna looks into the ball, seemingly remorseful as his screen drowns in interference. But he clearly made up his mind, offering a weak chuckle in his defense. "Look, look, I'm sorry, but I like you a lot. I've always really... Liked you. And if I let you leave your custom-made premium capture ball, you might make a big mistake. You might leave before I can... Show you my best. TV World's a bit of a FIXER-UPPER, I know, but you'll learn to like it even more once I'm done renovating it for you. And in the meantime, it won't even be that different if you think about it. We'll watch re-runs, hang out, we'll make it work! It doesn't have to be weird!" You slump back in your plastic prison as Tenna begins to carry you somewhere "safer". Being scared isn't fun anymore. You think you want to change the channel now.

A/N: For reference, look up the 1950's movie that this fic is named after. I thought it was fitting.

A/N: I hope it lives up to expectations

[princess-glassred]

I always found it SUPER weird that Ben never grew up to have an eating disorder, because he literally is the prime case to have one and he just doesn't doesn't. This isn't even a case of me thinking Stephen King should have put in representation based on xyz because it'd make the story better, this is just me pointing out that it doesn't make any sense that Ben didn't fall down pro ana pipeline at some point.

Ben grew up in a household that was unstable from the get go and lacked any control for him, even before his dad died he was a military brat that was most likely lugged around from base to base with no way to make permanent friends. Then his dad dies and everything gets all topsy turvey. His own mother basically tries to force him to eat more than he wants to for emotionally manipulative reasons, enough so that he has to bargain with her on it. He's bullied relentlessly for his weight by pretty much everyone, to such a degree its sometimes all he can think about. The book goes into great detail to explain how cumbersome it is for Ben to move around and how insecure he gets about it. He literally manifested a nightmare version of bev that said shed never love a fatty like him. He gets a fucking letter carved into his stomache for crying out loud. The book is very deliberate in telling us that when Henry killed mikes dog and was rewarded with beer, the connection between violence and affection was made very clear and he began to chase after it for years and years to come, but for some reason, Ben eating nothing but salads for months on end in a vye for revenge against an asshole track coach for being mean to him based on his weight, and then being rewarded after left no negative impact. Sure, you can argue that Ben is smarter than henry and less easy to manipulate, but eating disorders don't happen because the afflicted perspn is vain or shallow or stupid, although having low self confidence and being easily swayed certainly helps, it happens because of a lack of control and identity. You can't control much but you can control how you look and eat, so you become obsessed with that.

This is also weird when you compare it to everyone elses childhood trauma and how it affects them. Bev was coddled and worried over for so long she was easily taken advantage of by men who wanted to do that same thing. Bill stuttered so much that even as an adult with perfect speech he struggles to be totally honest with his wife or say the right thing. Richie was a target of homophobia and it shaped his act into a mysoginistic and homophobic stand up routine he didn't even write himself because he couldn't risk being truthful about anything. Stanley was so focused on forgetting about the trauma from it and moving on that when he was forced to confront it as an adult he killed himself. Mike spent so long on the outside he didn't even hesitate to accept he'd be the one to sacrifice himself for the greater good. Even Eddie started taking non prescibed addictive medication due to the childhood of relying on imaginary drugs to heal imaginary problems. Yet Ben's weight is not an issue.

Ben reminds me a lot of those gym bros who haven't had a piece of chocolate in like 3 years and if they ever did again they'd SNAP and kill someone. Idk, i just feel like its a potentially interesting theme stephen could have tackled. If i had to guess tho, Stephen probably didn't think of it because 1. knowledge of ED's has always been very skewed, especially in the 80's. Even now ppl still think only teenage girls get it. And 2. Stephen kings evident fatphobia would never allow him to see Ben's weight loss as anything less than perfectly positive. Idk, how do you guys feel about this?

[patchwork-crow-writes]

In reply to a comment by @404ravens (I apologise in advance if this gets ranty in places, I'm just quite animated about this topic, and I don't bear you or anyone else ill will about it!)

I see where you're coming from with this, I do. It's an idea that's pretty well foreshadowed, and I suppose it could perhaps be a neat subversion… IF the party member in question was, say, Susie.

Susie is the most hypercompetent party member of the Fun Gang, by far. She does the most damage, she can heal if she needs to, she breaks the others out of their assigned roles, she can act better than Kris in some cases, and her involvement is what allows them to defeat the keynote bosses in record time. People ADORE her for this, and rightly so. But tell me, if Susie were suddenly struck down for the rest of the game - if all the progress she's made over the course of four chapters was suddenly completely erased, and she became a liability in the final chapters, couldn't pull her weight against the final bosses despite her best efforts… do you suppose that people would be happy with that? It would be a very poignant subversion of what a party member is "supposed" to be, for sure. But I don't think people would like it very much, because it takes away the thing that Susie is so beloved for - her agency.

Now, let's ask a different question: Why do people love Ralsei so much? The answer is that he's cute, he's troubled, and he's struggling so hard to fight against the prophecy in any way he can, struggling to figure out who he (or she) is, struggling to be of use to his friends, while also learning that he doesn't have to cast his own personhood aside to do it. People are invested in Ralsei's character arc, and they want to see it come good - they want to see him step out of the shadows and become his own person, to step up and be counted. You've correctly noted that Ralsei is indeed obsessed with the idea that he HAS to be of use to his friends to be valued, and perhaps him coming to terms with the fact that he doesn't have to be useful all the time could be shown by his diminishing usefulness in battle. But I think there's a distinction to be made between being useful to the detriment of his personhood and being an equal member of the team who contributes when he can, and if we say that he might as well have no functional use to the player at all to show his progression, we're at risk of throwing out the baby with the bathwater. Let's take a look at Berdly a moment - the person who the "cursed sister" comment was originally aimed towards. Berdly spends the entirely of Chapter 2 priding himself on his intelligence - the joke being that he's not particularly academically gifted in the first place. But when he finally gets to the point where he can't avoid this fact, he instead makes the conscious decision to, instead of playing up his intelligence, play up his stupidity instead. Neither of these personae are particularly appealing, but that's actually secondary to the primary concern, which is that Berdly was handed an epiphany, an opportunity to grow past his boundaries as a character, and elected to completely ignore it. And even in this state, he proves himself useful to the team by devising a plan to rescue Noelle, which almost works. And then he's able to gather comrades so that the Fun Gang can be on equal footing with GIGA Queen.

My point here is that character agency matters - and it ESPECIALLY matters in a game which makes character agency/the lack thereof one of its central themes. And quite possibly the most direct expression of agency that you can assign a player character is their role and utility in combat. Give a character more options and abilities, and you increase their perceived agency to the player - Susie can almost fill out any role in a team - she has the most HP, she can deal the most damage, heal when needed, act better than KRIS in some cases, and can spare foes - and she is the character with the most agency of the group. Ralsei, by contrast, can only really pacify tired foes, which while useful is also quite situational, and his damage output is the lowest unless you deliberately put effort into min-maxing him. A lot of the time he's already reduced to being a defend/spare bot. And this is just in regular non-boss encounters. I've already established how useful he is in actual keynote fights.

We're already getting a taste of the idea that Ralsei is going to become increasingly useless in encounters, with both the Knight and Titan fights giving him very little to do, if anything. And the reaction to those fights is... well, the chorus of "let him die he does nothing for you" speaks for itself, I fear.

As I mentioned in my original post, giving Ralsei less and less to do is not the radical, subversive play people seem to think it is. That MIGHT work if Ralsei had been hypercompetent up to this point, like Susie has been, and is then forced to rely on his friends more. But the fact is, he already has to do that. I made a joke about Susie regurgitating food into his mouth like a baby bird, but the thing is I'm not that far off. Ralsei is SO reliant on Susie for his character growth it's not even funny. Anything he's capable of, she can do as well, and often better than him. People call their relationship "reciprocal", in the sense that Ralsei taught Susie the concept of mercy in chapter 1 - but the fact of the matter is, she would have come to that conclusion on her own regardless, albeit with help from Lancer. He taught her the fundamental basics of healing, but she was the one who practiced it, and then was given a mentor in Gerson to further refine her talent. Look at how little work it took to bring Susie to her current state, and contrast that with how much work it's taking to bring Ralsei round from his self-loathing conga - so much work, for so little progress. There's nothing reciprocal about their relationship at all, and I'm a little tired of people insinuating that there is.

But, let's say I'm wrong. Let's say that post chapter 4/5, Ralsei realises that he can no longer provide any use to the team in combat, and stays exactly the way he is - low HP, inferior offenses, situational pacifying of foes, even more situational ACTs - while Kris and Susie continue to grow and develop their abilities further. Is this a satisfying payoff to his character arc? "Oh, I tried to be better, but I couldn't do it so I'm just going to stop trying altogether". The point of Ralsei's character arc is that he WANTS the prophecy to change, and he WANTS to be his own person, so him learning to be "useless", or giving up what little agency he has so he can be led by the hand by Susie, runs completely counter to both of those ideas.

And honestly, what does it say about us as players that Ralsei being a complete liability in combat is treated as a good thing? I ask again - why do we love Ralsei? Is it because he's a cutie who's being crushed mercilessly beneath destiny's heel? That might be part of it, but for me at least, it's the struggle to try and be kind and make a difference in the face of that uncaring destiny, to try and assert himself against that fate and face it with everything he has. There's something to genuinely admire there, and to take it from him would reduce him to nothing more than a talking marketable plushie who dresses up for our amusement. So when we say "oh, maybe Ralsei's growing uselessness is a subversion of the idea that RPG party members have to be useful", are we not just saying that he should stop trying and let himself be the cute little guy/girl/whatever who has to be carried by his lightner friends to the finish line? Are we really so eager to infantalise Ralsei in this way just because of how he looks? And how generous would we be if the person who had to be infantalised was someone more like Berdly, or heaven forbid, Noelle? Let me tell you, if we were having this conversation about Noelle, there would be riots.

So I ask: if it's not okay to infantalise Susie or Kris in this manner, or Berdly or Noelle, then why is it okay to infantalise Ralsei? The character who is A) literally a darkner and thus already sees himself as "inferior" to his lightner friends, B) is ridiculously kind and self-sacrificing to the point of parody, and C) is so marketable that he literally has a selection of plushies and costumes made after him? I maintain that it isn't okay, and that Ralsei can and should be able to pull his weight, both inside combat and out, and be the best, most capable version of himself that the game will let him be.

...I'm sorry if this came off as incredibly ranty. I've been mulling this idea over for some time now, and it gets me pretty animated, haha. My main concern is that I want to see Ralsei get his fair shake, to be able to be genuinely useful to the team in a way that isn't just "be an emotional crutch to the ACTUAL useful people" or "try your hardest, fail, and then give up". He deserves better, if you ask me.

Okay. Ralsei Rant incoming.

I feel like I have to preface this by saying I love Deltarune, i ADORE Ralsei, and I acknowledge that the game is far from complete and there are plenty of things that can happen going forward.

But I lowkey hate how Ralsei just... fails utterly at EVERYTHING he sets out to do. And I do mean EVERYTHING. He is Failure personified, and I kinda hate that for him.

Chapter 1: Tries to establish the prophecy to the heroes (while attempting to subvert it at the same time) and get them onside. He fails at this because Susie initially refuses to cooperate, and when she DOES finally come onside, it's because of Lancer and Kris, not anything Ralsei says to her. He then tries to convince King by healing him - and fails, nearly consigning the heroes to death as a result.

Chapter 2: Tries to keep the more horrifying/existential aspects of their destiny under wraps. Here he fails on two fronts, first because Kris digs too deep with Spamton, and then again because Berdly very nearly creates a Titan and kickstarts the Roaring, necessitating Ralsei to scream at them to stop. This does not endear him to anyone.

Chapter 3: Tries to console Tenna. Fails, because his sense of empathy is so incredibly warped due to his own nonexistent self-esteem that he very nearly drives Tenna to suicide. Alternatively, you could see this as Ralsei getting Tenna to accept his imminent demise at the Knight's hand. This too fails, because Susie immediately undoes that with her own rousing speech.

Chapter 4: Tries to prevent Susie from going to his room and discovering it's empty. Fails, because all he did to stop her was put up one bit of yellow tape. Then he tries to ensure that neither Kris nor Susie will see the result of the final prophecy. Fails, because Susie rushes ahead to look for Gerson and stumbles across it on her own.

Everything significant Ralsei tries to do completely and utterly fails. Events happen and victories are won IN SPITE of his involvement, and not because of it. He has all this knowledge about what's going to happen, he's acutely aware about the dark world and its rules, and he still cannot do a thing. And the worst part? He can't even claim that he had no choice, because he's been working to subvert the prophecy from the very start, meaning it DOESN'T have a cast-iron grip on his actions and choices. Ralsei's failures are all his own.

And what, additionally, does he contribute to major fights, aside from a TP-intensive healing spell? Against King he's an active detriment. Against Queen he does very little, while Kris and Susie are much better at removing Berdly's wires than he is. Against the Knight he can't do meaningful damage, his healing takes valuable TP from Susie's Rude Busters, and he disintegrates if the Knight so much as breathes on him. And against the Titan, his best use is to bring Kris back to life and be one half of a decreasing-effectiveness Dual Heal.

Contrast with Susie - demolishes King's HP with Rude/Red Buster, Throws Kris to cut Berdly's wires the most effectively, AND can demolish Queen's acid shield with Rude/Red Buster, she's the sole MVP of the Knight fight, and her idea is pivotal to defeating the Titan at the end of Chapter 4.

And look, I'm not going to say that Ralsei failing to keep his friends from caring about him and wanting him to be his own person is bad - of course it isn't! We want him to be able to choose for himself what he's (or indeed she) is going to be. But for heaven's sake, he's going 0 for 0 right now. And if my theory about him snapping in Chapter 5 and being the one responsible for the "inferno of jealousy" turns out to be correct, he'll have continued the trend of failing at absolutely everything meaningful he tries to do.

And additionally, I'm not saying that his inability to succeed at anything despite his best efforts makes his character bad! Again, far from it! I Love Ralsei because of his struggles with his identity, his desires fighting against his obligations, and his unflinching kindness and gentleness in the face of a cruel and uncaring world. But Toby, I'm begging you - give us SOMETHING to celebrate over here! Give us SOMETHING we Ralsei stans can point to and go "see! He IS contributing to the team! He IS pulling his weight! He ISN'T just a cute and cuddly guy and/or girl!"

At this point, I think Ralsei's issue is more fundamental than "He has negative self-esteem" or "He's the wrong gender". Put simply, the universe FUCKING HATES HIM. It's like he's destined to fail, destined to die, destined to never amount to anything. And yes, Susie loves him and Susie will save him and Susie will regurgitate meals into his mouth like a baby bird, but all that actually means at the moment is that he's forever doomed to wander in her vast shadow, never able to make anything of himself. What would he even be without her? Nothing? Less than nothing?

People are talking about Ralsei's role in combat becoming completely superfluous, and having to be carried by his friends, and are treating this as an Unambiguously Good Thing. And it kind of blows my mind that anyone can accept that a character in a story - a Main Character, no less! - can serve absolutely no function except to be a mascot and stand at the sidelines doing nothing, contributing nothing, achieving nothing. Do you know what those characters are called? They're called DAMSELS. And people DO NOT LIKE DAMSELS, last I checked!

I don't know, maybe I'm missing something here. Maybe Ralsei's unending litany of failure and ineffectiveness is meant to say something profound that I'm just not picking up on. But would it have killed the developers to let him have ONE unambiguous triumph? ONE thing we can point to and say, yeah, that's all Ralsei, that's his Thing and he rocks for that. And maybe that makes it sound like I hate him, and I have to assure you yet again, I don't. I love this guy to pieces - and it's precisely because I love him that I'm so torn up about this.

I don't hate Ralsei. I hate that he can't catch even a single goddamn break.

[pushing500]

PAUL??? FUCKING PAUL??? AGAIN???

The things we do for this asshole, I swear... he's lucky I like his grandson so much or I wouldn't bother. At least he doesn't have paralytic abasia this time, but he still had to be dragged back to our base... to jail. Because as much as I like XiaoLiang, his grandpa does annoy me a lot and he needs to be converted.

It's good to see Ivy feeling better after her brush with death, though. She's back to full power, converting prisoners with ease ready to be released to the world when we don't want them.

Goodbye, Paul. Try not to get trapped in any more ancient cryptosleep caskets or end up with paralytic abasia again. Tell XiaoLiang we said "hello" if you see him before we do. Good luck out there!

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[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

For the rare coherent, rational thought: it's pretty unlikely this is actually about him or even me. He's sure as fuck not helpin but it's just a smokescreen.

[apatheticsunday]

Dead Tired College AU

AKA "Danny Fenton and Tim Drake go to college at Gotham-U together" headcanon!!

Maybe Danny moved to Gotham to avoid his parents finding out about Phantom and Tim is a part-time college student trying to get his business degree so people stop accusing Bruce Wayne of nepotism after Tim inherited WE. (It absolutely still is, but at least this way Tim is at least somewhat more qualified on paper.)

Anyways, they both took Anthropology as their humanities/pre-requisite elective and they're discussing death rituals, afterlife, etc. Now imagine Danny, officially Half-Dead, and Tim, who's brothers (Jason and Damian) literally died, getting into a heated discussion about spirits.

I also find the idea of them arguing via fucking Canvas (or whatever discussion forum/platform Gotham-U uses) so, so funny.

Imagine it's like 3am;

Danny, insomniac, been awake for 42 hours and popping melatonin gummies like gummy bears, furiously typing: i'm literally THE KING of infinite realms?? i know what i'm talking about, i fucking died

Tim, also been awake for 42 hours, chugging an energy drink, sending a response in 0.2 seconds: Half of Gotham has died at some point. You're not special, dumbass.

Give me "group of scientists losing their minds and climbing over the table to assault one another during scientific conference" vibes!!

And then they get paired up to do a group presentation (and Brad, who they ignore because they're both Experts, so this poor frat dude just slowly sinks into his chair between two sleep-deprived maniacs screaming at each other in the library). But Tim notices something weird about Danny, aside from his insane views on afterlife. Danny... glows? And sometimes doesn't really touch the floor when he walks. They're going to get coffee (so they can keep arguing debating, obviously, not because they enjoy each other's company or anything), and Tim watches as Danny just kind of... floats. Like, he's still walking but he's not really touching the ground.

Danny's hands are also super cold. Tim knows this because he grabbed Danny's hands once or twice (or more) to do... something, idk. But since his hands were so cold, Tim figured he should probably keep holding them; y'know, to warm them up.

And when Tim leans in to ask a question or insult him, Danny's breath comes out almost like a mist. Visibly white, like exhaling a hot breath in winter. Which... what. Holy shit, is his presentation partner actually sort of dead??

Danny, on the other hand, has no idea that Tim doesn't know. He literally said he died? And Tim took it so well, snarked back that he's not special - it was so nice to just feel normal. So he lets his guard down a bit. Maybe isn't as tangible, maybe is a bit more floaty, lets his body temperature drop enough to be comfortable. Doesn't put a whole lot of effort into making himself look so alive (because it's really tiring to pretend to be something you're not) when it's just him and Tim because Tim already knows, right?

They could be friends or they could be more! Whatever floats your boat.

But I could totally see Danny squinting at Tim holding his hand, remembering how Tim bought his favorite coffee, saved him a spot a the library, constantly texted him (because, c'mon, Tim is a bit obsessive and you don't think he'd be texting his new "friend ;)" every minute he has the chance?), and always leaned in super close to "ask a question"...and be like, are we flirting?? Oh, Hells, am I into him??

For plot reasons, Danny could be like, "I can't tell Tim I like him! What if I ruin our friendship? It'll be my secret."

And then, one day, Tim is like, "Hey, I know you're keeping something from me. I think I know what it is." And Danny's like ohshitohfuck. This cumulates into them saying, at the same time, I know you're a ghost and I have a crush on you.

Tim and Danny: *shocked Pikachu face*

Then, Danny's like, "I can't believe I have a crush on a fucking idiot."

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡  platonic bonds & dynamics starters.

best  friends.

you  said  you'd  always  be  there.  i'm  holding  you  to  that.

i'm  not  leaving  you  alone  with  your  thoughts!

nobody  gets  to  call  you  that  but  me.

do  i  need  to  fight  someone  for  you?

we're  not  just  friends.  you're  my  family.

i'm  already  on  my  way.

if  i  die,  promise  you'll  erase  my  search  history.

we  should  not  be  allowed  unsupervised  in  public.

combined,  we're  one  whole  functioning  adult!

i've  helped  you  lie  to  your  parents,  friends,  &  your  boss...  what's  one  more?

ex-friends.

i  wanted  to  call  you.  every  time  something  happened.

how  did  you  just  stop  caring?

you  can't  pretend  we  weren't  close.

i  miss  you.  i'm  not  sorry.

i  don't  think  i  can  forgive  you.

i  miss  hating  the  same  people  together.

do  your  new  friends  know  the  version  of  you  i  knew?

you  ghosted  me.  but  sure!  let's  pretend  it  was  mutual!

i  still  know  your  favorite  song.

i  didn't  just  lose  my  friend,  i  lost  an  entire  chapter  of  my  life.

rivals.

this  isn't  personal.  you're  just  in  my  way.

why  are  you  so  obsessed  with  beating  me?

you  think  you're  better  than  me?  prove  it.

you  talk  a  lot  for  someone  who's  always  second  place.

did  you  rehearse  that  comeback  in  the  mirror?

do  you  ever  stop  talking?

one  day,  i'm  going  to  beat  you.

i  don't  like  you.  that  doesn't  mean  i  don't  respect  you.

i  didn't  come  to  play  fair,  i  came  to  win.

you  think  i'm  threatened  by  you?  no,  you  just  motivate  me  to  be  better.

roommates.

i  swear  i  didn't  eat  your  leftovers!  well,  not  ALL  of  them.

i  heard  everything.  these  walls  are  thin.

can  you  PLEASE  clean  up  after  yourself?

wanna  watch  a  movie?  i'm  making  popcorn!

you  know  we're  not  friends,  right?  we  just  live  together.

i  think  i  know  your  schedule  better  than  mine  at  this  point.

you  talk  in  your  sleep.

you  can't  just  adopt  a  pet  without  talking  to  me  first!

i'm  going  to  start  charging  your  dates  rent.

if  we  can  survive  living  together,  we  can  survive  anything.

if  your  [  family member  ]  drops  by  unannounced  one  more  time...

academic  partners.

you  forgot  the  project  deadline.  again.

this  was  supposed  to  be  a  group  effort!

i  think  we  would've  crashed  and  burned  without  you.

you  brought  snacks  to  study  group?  okay,  i  think  i  like  you.

we're  not  friends.  stop  telling  me  about  your  personal  life.

you're  actually  kind  of  smart,  you  know?

i'll  be  the  brains,  you  do  the  presentation.

we  agreed  no  emotional  breakdowns  during  mid-terms!

i  cannot  believe  i'm  depending  on  you  to  pass  this  class.

i  need  a  break  so  i  can  scream  into  my  textbook...

do  you  try  to  make  friends  with  EVERY  person  in  group  projects?

siblings.

you're  not  my  [ mom / dad / parent ]!  don't  tell  me  how  to  live.

i'm  allowed  to  make  fun  of  you.  nobody  else  is.

i  know  you  better  than  anyone  else  ever  will.

stop  trying  to  fix  me!

something  bad  happened.  can  i  come  home?

you're  still  the  favorite, even now.

still  trying  to  live  in  my  shadow,  huh?

i'm  not  jealous  of  you!

we  survived  that  house,  that's gotta count  for  something.

remember  how  we  used  to  talk  about  running  away?

[dreamerimpossible]

Slasher Reaction When You're Not Interested In Sex

Warnings: +18 content, manipulation, obsession, unhealthy relationships, dark content, there is a hint of non-con in Art the Clown and Alex DeLarge (are you surprised?), angst, mentions of infidelity in some, all characters in this work are portrayed as 18 or older.

Characters: Michael Myers, Chucky, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Patrick Bateman, Hannibal Lecter, Vincent Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Leatherface, Art The Clown, Jason Dean, Alex DeLarge, Kurt Kunkle, Brahms.

Michael Myers

Does he really care about that stuff? I feel like you'd have to actively provoke him to get him interested in having sex with you. If you don't bring out that side of him, he won't care. Seriously, he doesn't care. It's quite likely that he won't even care whether or not you want to have sex. He'd rather have you have a bad side that you can't control, something that makes you more like him than anyone else. He'll enjoy that badness and chaos. Sex takes a backseat.

Chucky (Human Version)

I honestly don't think it would work. However, if he really wants to keep you for himself, you'll have to agree to let him have sex with other people. In that case, I think it would work. He'll try to convince you anyway, but he won't force you if you say no. But you'll probably fight, because he'll think it's personal and that you have something against him, and then you'll have an argument that escalates and you'll end your relationship in the worst way. After that they'll get back together and then break up again. And so on. Although, if we're being honest, that scenario is going to happen either way (Chucky is toxic).

Billy Loomis

Okay, he will. But he'll be very manipulative; he'll push you all the time about it, and it'll be much worse if you know he's Ghostface since he might threaten you, and his manipulations will be much worse than if he was pretending to be a good boyfriend. I think you'd eventually agree, but he'll get used to you giving it to him, and it'll be much worse when you say no. I think he wouldn't force you physically, but he'll pretty much use psychological manipulation to get you to do what he wants from you, which is still forcing.

Stu Macher

If you're just another low-level conquest, he'll cheat on you or leave you for someone else. If you're someone special, he'll stick with you even though he gets frustrated. He could be very loyal if you push his weaknesses correctly without Billy finding out. He will insist that you have sex with him in a silly way, acting innocent and playful, but you will be able to see his disappointed and upset face when you say no. However, if you play your cards right, I think he might continue with you without cheating on you; but you have to manipulate him, which will make your relationship even more toxic, but at this point…who cares?

Patrick Bateman

Tough scenario for you. If he thinks you are a person worthy of him, but you just happen not to want to have sex as often as he does, he will overlook that little flaw of yours. However, that doesn't mean it will be good. He wants you to admire him, to be the center of his life, to moan his name loud enough for everyone to hear. If he doesn't feel that way in the sexual realm as well, he will end up cheating on you with other people, but he will keep you by his side selfishly.

Hannibal Lecter

He doesn't care. Just give him control over you in all the other areas of your life. Give him the pleasure of watching you break down to the point of questioning your own morals and life choices. Make him play with your mind and show him your reactions. Tell him everything that happens to you so he can see if he can use it in some way. Give him a challenge and keep him entertained with your conversations. Provide him with a context that leaves him in euphoria and maximum exaltation. If you can do that…who needs sex?

Vincent Sinclair

He will be slightly disappointed, but he will respect you. He will not treat you differently or anything like that. He will not cheat on you or betray you in any way either. He will be very frustrated if Bo finds out and starts bothering him, but it is nothing he cannot handle. Other than that, I don't see any other problems. He cares more about your loyalty and that you follow the orders imposed on you. That's all.

Jason Voorhees

The best scenario for him. It will be much better if you do not want to have sex ever. He likes not having to fight those instincts that disturb him greatly. It's not even going to be brought up; just tell him you're not interested, and the subject will be forgotten as if it never even existed. This doesn't change your relationship at all. In fact, I think it will be better, because for Jason you won't be an unwanted temptation for him, so he won't have two opposing thoughts about you to deal with.

Leatherface

It's okay; he'll understand. He won't force you or anything like that. He won't treat you differently either. I don't think he cares about those things, if I'm honest. He's more focused on his family and loyalty. And that includes you too. He asks that you get along with his family and be okay with what they do. That you don't have a problem, basically.

Art the Clown

He doesn't care in the conventional way. But if he finds out that the subject is sensitive for you, he will use it against you. So it's best not to let it show or say anything to him, because this man is a fucking madman who enjoys other people's pain (you know that). If you don't say it, the subject will go unnoticed for a long time. If Art ever feels sexual desire towards you and wants to have sex with you, he will simply take you and use you. Seriously, he won't ask questions. He sees you as his toy.

Jason Dean

For him not to care, you would have to be crazy like him. In that case, he will overlook it, because he will believe that something as crude as sex does not have to hinder a love as perfect as yours. I think that at first he will feel personally offended by your refusal; he will try to explain to you that he feels rejected. If you explain it sincerely, he will understand and will not insist further. But he will use it against you in arguments to get you to give him more attention and spend more time with him, claiming that he does a lot of things for you.

Alex DeLarge

Uh… no. He wouldn't take you seriously if you didn't want to have sex as much as he does. He likes sex quite a bit; he's not going to give that up. I think he might keep you around if you like ultraviolence and enjoy it as much as he does. I don't think he'll leave behind a person to help him and follow his orders. But you two can't be a couple; it just wouldn't work. He'll actively try to provoke you into falling for it. In your case, it would be much more fun if you gave it to him consensually, because that would mean he has complete control over you and can make you do things he wants of your own free will. However, if he doesn't want you around him because he's not interested in you in any way other than sexually… then things get darker. We already know his tendencies.

Kurt Kunkle

If he doesn't feel rejected, he doesn't care. If he feels rejected, the relationship will be more toxic. He is manipulative and obsessive. He wants you to admire and love him; if he feels that you dislike him sexually, he will not force you, but he will be excessively controlling, and you will argue a lot. He uses it to victimize himself. There will come a point where he becomes a nuisance to you. On the other hand, if he does not feel rejected, that is fine; he will be toxic in other aspects of the relationship.

Brahms

He will take it personally, no matter what you tell him. He will manipulate you, and it will be emotionally draining for you. You will probably agree on several occasions to get him to shut up, or you will end up manipulating him with sex to obey you. He will obey you every time if you offer him sex. He would like to resist, but he is too hungry for contact and needs to feel the sensation.

[bobbiereynolds]

The Boys Preference: Wearing Something Tight/Skimpy

Requested: heyy! can i request a The Boys preference where (during early relationship) they see reader in more tight fitting clothes for the very first time (reader usually wears baggy jeans and oversized shirts, but now for once wears shorts and a tight fitting tanktop or smth) tysm! - @yinorathedragontamer

A/N: Screaming I love this! As someone who loves baggy clothing, there's nothing better than showing off the ✨️goods✨️ when I feel like it lol. This was super fun to imagine! I hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Butcher is pretty shocked. Whereas you usually lean towards oversized shirts and big pants, you were dressed in something revealing, tight. You tried to look casual, secure, but underneath you were full of insecurities. You think I look stupid, you say, following his gaze up and down your body. Stupid is the last word he'd ever use. Butcher wears this wicked smile, telling you exactly what he thinks. You laugh, telling him to shut up before he's saying anything else. He loves what he sees. Because your relationship is still new, he's trying to be on his best behavior, but you know how his mind works. You throw your sweatshirt over your outfit, calling him ridiculous, laughing at him. Now that he knows what's underneath those oversized layers, he can't keep his thoughts or hands off you.

Hughie is all giggles and smiles. He hadn't realized you'd kept one of your suits from your time at The Seven. This suit, however, was different from the one you regularly wore. This was tighter, more exposing, showing off every curve and contour of your body. It was the only one you were allowed to take with you and there was a reason you rarely put it on. He wasn't used to seeing you like this. You wore big sweatshirts and wide pants. He never thought he'd be as surprised as he was when he finally saw you, but he was. Your body was. . . wow. He tries to hide his excitement, but he can't. Seeing this, you do a little spin for him, growing self-conscious. Do I look stupid? You ask. He's quick to tell you you look amazing. Because your relationship is still new, he doesn't want to sound too excited, but to him, you look amazing. He's glad he got to see you like this.

Annie wants to show you off to everyone. She knows now is not the time nor place: you've put on your old Supe suit to make a point against those in favor of Homelander. It's serious and important and dangerous given his fans would do anything to get a piece of you, anything to tear you down. But she can't help it, she can't take her eyes off you. She's never seen you in your suit before. You quit The Seven before your promo pictures could come out, after you'd been introduced. You took the suit with you. By then, you'd had a sort of a cult following, people interested in your story before you had the spotlight shown on you. It helped that you and Annie were newly together. She hadn't realized you'd kept your suit so when you showed up at Starlight House wearing it, she was speechless. She'd never seen your body like that before. She couldn't take her eyes off you.

M.M. is speechless. You got all dressed up for a date. Before this, your dates had always been casual, spur of the moment, low key. Tonight Marvin went all out for reservations at a fancy place you'd never even heard of. You figured you'd pull out your best clothes which just so happened to be a little tighter and more revealing that your typical wardrobe. He picks you up at your place, not recognizing you at first. You're self-conscious, making a joke about your appearance before anyone else has the chance. He wouldn't though. He thinks you look amazing. He was always more than a little curious as to what exactly you were hiding under big t-shirts and baggy pants, but your relationship was new and so he felt a little shy wondering. Now he was glad he had waited: you were breath taking.

Frenchie is obsessed. Mon Couer, where have you been hiding all this?! It definitely makes you laugh and a little embarrassed. He's never minded your usual clothes. He's all for oversized sweatshirts and comfort and the overall aesthetic. He thinks you look adorable in your usual clothes, but this? Wow. Just wow. You jokingly tell him to pick is jaw off the floor. You and Kimiko are going undercover as a wealthy couple. She's all dressed up and waiting for you. Not only are your clothes expensive looking, but they fit like a glove. He's never seen so much of your body. It drives him wild. You get compliments from everyone, but Frenchie, your new boyfriend, can't get enough of you. If this mission weren't so important and time sensitive, he would have spent the whole night telling you just how sexy you looked.

Kimiko has never seen this much of you all at once. Together you're going undercover. She's wearing a dress with her hair and makeup done. It makes her feel like a clown. Still, she does it because she has to. And you do, too. You lose the baggy pants and big shirts for something a lot more tight and way more revealing. The rest of The Boys have a lot to say, all of it you laugh at and tell them to shut up. Kimiko hopes it's too dark to see that she's blushing, watching you step out of the car. If she spoke she would have been speechless. Instead she plays it off cool, telling you you look great, before going in. In any chance she can get though she stares you up and down, taking you in, smiling to herself. She doesn't get distracted about anything, but you? Oh you're all she can think about.

Bonus! Homelander doesn't really think about your body, or anyone's body. It's more of a want more than anything else and it typically involves milk. Still, when you come out and show everyone your suit, he's pretty speechless. Your civilian clothes and fashion are oversized, baggy, and comfortable. He's never really seen your body before, no one has. Your PR team wanted to fix that though. You're not so sure about your suit: it leaves little to the imagination. When you step out you're embarrassed, wishing for your sweatshirt. Homelander never compliments anyone unless it's backhanded, but he really does like what he sees. It's kind of a throw away line, one that seems innocent and nonchalant, but for him it's a huge deal. He can't stop thinking about you. Even when you put on the other variations, he has final say. Everyone is too scared to say no to him. He liked the first one so you wear the first one.

Bonus! Soldier Boy is practically drooling. The moment he sees you his jaw is on the floor. He's never minded your usual fashion: baggy clothes were comfortable and cute. He would have minded had he known you were hiding *all that* beneath oversized sweatshirts/sweaters/t-shirts and baggy pants. He can't help himself (not that he ever held anything back usually) when he makes remarks and jokes and innuendos. It comes out so fast it's almost compulsive, he's barely breathing between words. The Boys think it's hilarious how much attention you're getting from him considering they've grown used to these switch ups between clothes. He practically begs you for an ounce of attention, affection, and you use it as leverage. As long as you're wearing as little as possible, Soldier Boy will do anything you want.

[prettycalla]

|| Owner of a Lonely Flaming Heart (Fan Club Card) ||

Pairing: Johnny Storm/Reader

Summary: Johnny finds out that you're a member of his fan club, and no, you're not going to hear the end of it anytime soon.

Word count: 2.3k

Tags and warnings: Fluff, Johnny's a nuisance (affectionate), established relationship, no use of Y/N.

(Once again, thank you so much to @getaapologist for the brilliant idea! And you should definitely check out @glassbxttless for her amazing version of this!)

Johnny Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || Taglist

There's not a lot that Johnny doesn't know about you.

For starters, it never seemed fair for you to keep secrets from him. Almost every detail of his life is plastered all over tabloid articles and gossip magazines. He's even got his own billboard downtown, which he's very proud of, by the way. Needless to say, you knew more about him before you'd even had the chance to introduce yourself, and so you thought it was only fair that he knew just as much about you - even if most of it wasn't remotely as interesting. (Johnny begs to differ, but then he always does have to be different.)

Not only that, but you couldn't keep a secret from him even if you tried. Once he sets his mind on something, he just can't leave it alone. He reminds you of a hunting dog sometimes - as soon as he catches the scent of something interesting, he's on it in seconds. You made the mistake of telling him as much once, and he made such a embarrassing show of barking and howling at you in response that you've never done it again. Ever the exhibitionist.

But there's one thing he doesn't know about you, and you'd rather like to keep it that way, thank you very much.

You're a member of the Flaming Hearts Fan Club.

Johnny's fan club.

Look, you know how it sounds. A diehard fan who managed to keep the obsession under control long enough to get the job as his assistant, and as luck would have it, actually catch the eye of the Human Torch himself? It's ridiculous, it's entirely unbelievable, and yet here you are.

But the thing is, you're not obsessed with him. Never have been. You just thought he was cute. A friend had pointed out the advertisement for his fan club in a magazine. Why not? you'd thought to yourself. It was just a bit of fun.

And when you were invited for the job interview, you'd known that if you were successful, you'd be working in the same building as literal superheroes, which, while obviously an incredible thing to brag about, wasn't exactly your main reason for applying.

The field you were trained in was pretty specific; you knew this even while you were in college, with a class that was barely in the double digits. But you had no idea how difficult it was going to be to get hired after you graduated, save for setting yourself up independently, which seemed a little (okay, a lot) out of your current financial budget.

So when you'd seen the job listing, you'd jumped at the chance, the thought of where you'd be working not really occurring to you at all.

Until you'd gotten the job, and walked in to find Johnny Storm himself waiting for you.

That was two years ago now. And well...things have definitely changed since then. The biggest one being that the two of you are now dating.

If you're honest with yourself, you're still not entirely sure how it happened, but you wouldn't change how things are for the world.

Well, except for one little thing.

One little, rectangular, laminated thing, that is now lying on the floor, right at Johnny's feet.

You'd been trying to pay Johnny back for getting you coffee (not that he would take it, but you're nothing if not persistent), and it had slipped right out of your purse. You'd forgotten it was even in there.

"Is that...?" he begins to ask, before trailing off.

He crouches down to pick it up, and all hope that he hadn't noticed it goes right out the window.

"Oh my God, it is," he says, with a breathless laugh.

"Johnny..." you start, wringing your hands together nervously.

"I can't believe this," he says, with a shake of his head. "You're a member of my fan club. You."

You let out a sigh. Hell truly is other people.

He flips the card over, and his face lights up like it's his birthday.

"Oh, you signed it," he says, his smile only growing wider. "That is so cute."

He looks up at you then. He's clearly having the time of his life. At least one of you is.

"When were you gonna tell me about this, huh?" he asks, turning the card over and over between his fingers.

"Um, probably never?" you manage to reply, your face burning.

Johnny tilts his head at that.

"You know, I thought the vetting process for this job was pretty strict, and now I find out you've been a Johnny nut this whole time?"

He's kidding, you know he is. It still doesn't stop you from wanting to slap the smug smile off his face.

"Cut it out," you reply, trying to snatch the card from his hand, but he's too quick for you.

He moves out of your reach, turning on his heel and walking away.

"Man, I can't believe this is the photo they went with," he says. "I look like Captain Kirk here. Though he's a handsome guy, so I guess I can't complain."

He turns around again, holding the card up to his face and striking the same pose.

"You see it too, right?" he asks, as he pushes his hair to one side in an attempt to style it the same way. "Captain Storm. I like the sound of that."

He's having so much fun, he's completely ignoring the fact that you've been glaring daggers at him the entire time.

"Are you done making fun of me?" you ask, holding your hand out.

Johnny frowns at you in confusion.

"Oh, that's what I was supposed to be doing," he says, as if in sudden realisation. "Thanks for the reminder, doll."

This is it. This is the day you murder him. It's finally arrived.

Johnny's expression softens slightly.

"Hey," he says gently, crossing the short distance between you. "You know I'm kidding, right?"

You let out a little sigh, before nodding.

"I know, it's just...Well, it's embarrassing," you admit quietly.

He reaches for your hand, giving it a little squeeze.

"Nah, it's hardly embarrassing. I've seen worse. God, I've done worse," he replies, without his usual bravado.

You can't help but roll your eyes at that. Oh, you're well aware of Johnny's antics.

"I just...I don't want you to get the wrong idea," you tell him. "I didn't apply for this job because I'm some delusional fan."

Johnny gently tugs you close to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"Hey, come on," he murmurs. "I know that. You're nothing like my fans, and I love that about you. You don't treat me like I'm some sort of God. Which, if I'm honest, is fun up to a point. You treat me like me, and I appreciate it. Really."

You look up at him. You're one of the few people lucky enough to see him like this - without his usual cocky stance and snarky one-liners. Full of sincerity.

Human.

It reminds you why you fell for him in the first place.

"So, how did you end up becoming a member, anyway?" he asks.

So much for that, you think to yourself, albeit fondly.

"A friend of mine had seen the application form in a magazine, and we thought it'd be fun," you tell him. "I did always think you were kinda cute."

Johnny blinks at you in disbelief.

"Sorry, kinda?" he asks, tone exasperated.

"Okay, very cute," you reply, relenting. "Unbelievably cute. The cutest."

Johnny looks down with a little breath of a laugh. Rarely do you see him shy - you're not sure he even knows the meaning of the word.

"And, um, there was another reason I joined," you say softly.

At that, Johnny's focus is immediately on you again.

"Oh, yeah?" he asks, trying and failing to sound casual. "What's that?"

You lean in close to him, making sure you have his full attention.

"Reed's fan club wasn't taking any more applications," you whisper in his ear, and while he's spluttering to find a response, you manage to yank the card out of his hand.

You step out from under his arm, safely putting the card back in your bag and zipping it up. Johnny's face has turned very red, and you can't help but laugh. It's nice to have the upper hand for a change.

"C'mon, we really should get back to this," you say, nodding your head in the direction of the blueprint that's been all but abandoned.

Johnny just shakes his head in disbelief, and you bite back a smile, trying to refocus yourself on your work.

"This isn't over, by the way," he mutters, reaching for a pen to write something down. "Reed's fan club. Unbelievable."

Despite his little "threat", Johnny doesn't mention the card again. You find yourself a little on edge, waiting for him to bring it up, but eventually, you start to settle, pushing it to the back of your mind.

Not a great idea. You should really know better than to believe that Johnny has the capacity to let anything go.

You're in the middle of laying out the notes the two of you have been working on one afternoon, enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet with Johnny still out on lunch, when the door opens behind you.

Speak of the devil.

"That eager to get started that you couldn't even wait for me, huh?" he asks, his tone light as his footsteps grow closer.

You shake your head, your attention still focused on the task in front of you.

"Just setting up," you reply.

You can sense him standing next to you, but he doesn't say anything more. Something's not right when Johnny's quiet, and you turn to look at him.

His hands are behind his back.

"I've got something for you," he says, with a coy little smile.

Knowing Johnny, this could either be very good, or very bad.

"What is it?" you ask, trying not to sound concerned.

Judging by how Johnny chuckles, you've clearly failed. He theatrically moves his hands so they're now in front of him.

He's holding a little card. You pull a face.

"Were you going through my bag?" you ask, tone exasperated.

Johnny shakes his head, his smile only widening as he holds the card out to you.

"Maybe you should take a closer look," is all he says.

You tentatively take the card from him, and immediately burst out laughing.

"Is this- Johnny, this is ridiculous," you try to chide, but there's no denying the smile still on your face.

It's a fan club card. For you.

You know it's supposed to be a joke, but he's clearly put a lot of thought and effort into it. He even chose a photo of you that doesn't make you want to kick him in the shins, which, for Johnny, is a surprise.

"Turn it over," he says.

On the back is his signature. He signed it. Even drew a little heart.

"And if you'll look at what it says underneath..." he says, trailing off as he points to the small, bold print under his name.

Fan Club President.

It's so silly, and yet you can't help but feel a little overwhelmed. Johnny's a hard one for you to understand sometimes; the polar opposite of you in so many ways. You don't know how many times you've thought that your relationship shouldn't work, and yet somehow, despite everything, it does.

He knows when you need dragged out of yourself for your own sake, and he knows when he needs to rein himself in. There's the Johnny who poses for the fans and paparazzi, and then there's your Johnny, who goes out of his way to get dinner for you from that cute little pizza place you love that doesn't deliver, and makes himself the president of the fan club that he made up just for you.

He might drive you crazy at the best of times, but no one has ever made you feel as special as Johnny does.

"Y'know, the one downside of being the first member of your fan club is that I have to get all the other stuff for myself," he says cryptically.

You stop for a second.

"Wait, what other stuff? What do you mean?" you ask.

Johnny won't meet your eye. Like a dog that's been caught doing something it shouldn't have.

"Well...It's just..."

He taps the card with his finger.

"I know my fan club membership comes with posters and stuff," he says, still too vague for your liking. "I mean, you would know."

"And...?" you press.

"Well, all I'm saying is...When am I gonna get a poster of you?" he asks, finally meeting your gaze.

With his signature shit-eating grin on his face, of course.

Your eyes widen. So does his smile.

"You're not serious! You're- Johnny, you're in your uniform in that poster. It leaves nothing to the imagination!" you hiss in embarrassment.

"And...? What's your point?" he asks, leaning on the table with his arms folded.

His tone is innocent, but his eyes are half-lidded, and he's giving you that look, the one that always makes your stomach flutter.

"Can we...Can we please get back to work now?" you ask, almost desperate for this conversation to end.

Before you do something completely out of character.

Johnny rolls his eyes, but he relents. Much to your relief.

"Sure thing, doll," he replies, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

He turns back to the notes spread out across the desk, and the pair of you fall into a comfortable silence for a while. Until-

"Okay, so maybe not a full poster spread, but how about some polaroids?" he asks, with a sly glance in your direction.

If the pen in your hand just happens to slip out of your grasp and hit him on the forehead, well...

Accidents do happen.

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[kirain]

I want to take a moment to talk about Gale's "obsession" with Mystra, because I've had that thrown at me a lot when discussing his character with players who hate him.

First off, I'd like to emphasize a point that many people already know: Mystra groomed him. Though his exact age when she "slept" with him isn't known, a new document that's been supplied in the epilogue confirms he was merely "eight summers" old when she took him under her wing and sent Elminster to find him. Mystra, in fact, has a vast history of grooming little boys, to the point that many parents hide their sons from her gaze if they show an early aptitude for magic. Though Gale did have other lovers before her, Mystra was really all he knew throughout his childhood, and the power dynamic was not equal. It makes sense that he'd have trouble pulling away from her at first, especially since she convinced him that she/the Weave were his only value in life.

Second, I want to discuss something most players probably aren't aware of. In D&D lore, there's a place called the City of Judgement. This is essentially D&D limbo, where all mortal souls go to be judged after death. Bad news for atheists, if you don't believe in or worship any gods, you're known as a "faithless", and since no gods will grant a faithless entry into their domain, your soul becomes part of the Wall of the Faithless.

In short, a faithless' soul will be sucked into the wall, where it will guard the city and suffer endless torment for all eternity. This fate isn't only reserved for faithless, however; it's also a punishment for fallen Chosen or anyone who's been abandoned by their gods. Like Gale. He's absolutely terrified, and he tells you as much if you romance him. If you keep things platonic, he alludes to it during the "go to hell" scene. This is compounded by the fact that raiding demons sometimes attack the City of Judgement, tear souls from the wall, and drag them to the Abyss, where they're used to spawn new low-level demons or to feed their masters. There's no good ending, whether a soul remains trapped in the wall or not.

Gale doesn't explicitly say it, but he's contemplating his own death here, as he probably did the entire time he was locked away in his tower. This is why he's so quick to agree to kill himself for Mystra's forgiveness. It's not because he's "obsessed" with her or because he wants her back, it's because he'll literally go to hell if he can't convince her he's worthy of her twisted sense of forgiveness. By the time we meet Gale, he's honestly over Mystra in all romantic sense, and even more so by Act 2, whether you romance him or not. He's simply...

[peanutheaddd]

PEANUT YOU CAN'T JUST,,,,TELL US THAT SWAP PETEY DOESN'T KNOW HE CAUSED THE ACCIDENT AND EXPECT ME TO GO ON??? WITH MY LIFE??? WITH THIS INFORMATION????

AND GREG NEVER TELLS HIM???

oh what if he finds out by other means or other people,,,,like nurse lady or idk,,,,petey would never forgive himself (said sadly but with a thirst for angst)

also, i JUST realized the flat tail thing still happens in this lolol i'm STUPID. what happened to the tail? his dad? does greg know?

super Messy comic oops.

BUT THIS IS CRAZY BC I WAS LITERALLY THINKING ABT THIS BEFORE I WAS GOING TO SLEEP LAST NIGHT (thinking abt them 24/7 i fear 👎👎👎) AND MY THOUGHT WAS HE FINDS OUT BC HE MAKES DM GO TO THE HOSPITAL AND THEY ASK HIM WHAT HAPPENED . so were literally like this dawg 🤞🤞🤞

Gonan delve into swap au peteys psyche a little here . but one of swap peteys biggest flaws is that hes a Huge people pleaser . canon petey tries desperately to act nonchalant when he actually gafs, and conversely swap petey is always stretching himself thin trynna appeal to everyone even when he dosent need to (to others' and his own detriment) .

if the moral of the story for canon peteys arc is that he needs to allow himself to love others (a little reductive but bear w me) then the moral of the story for swap peteys arc is taht he needs to allow himself to love Himself . so if lil peteys role in canon is to teach petey how to love and forgive others again, then swap lil peteys role is to teach petey how to value himself and learn how to say no .

anyways all that to say that swap petey cares So badly what people think of him but he cares ESPECIALLY about the opinions of people he loves . and he puts his Everything into being of service to the people he loves (this is how i think about canon dm lol . hes not as anxious as swap petey but i do think most of his actions are motivated by being of service to others) .

it essentially all boils down to swap petey measures his self worth by how useful he can be to other people and the more he loves someone the more obsessed he is with having a higher value in their eyes. in finding out that hes the one who cause dms accident, his perceived worth to dm went immediately into the negatives and that terrifies him . 👍👍👍 he wants his love to be reciprocated so so So bad but because his perceived worth to dm is so shit he fully believes he doesnt deserve any degree of reciprocation . and tahts basically the root of his internal struggle LOL

and yes his tail is still flat ! im not entirely sure why tho bc the reason for his twil being flat is the same reason as it is in canon . and. we dont know the canon reason for his tail being flat . and at this point in the story dm Def doesnt know. i reckon it takes a Long time before petey tells Anyone .

liek i said swap peteys actions are almost wholly motivated by being of service to others and taht includes Not being a source of worry . tahts why in this comic he looks so unfomfrotbale after telling dm he has chronic pains and thats also why he keeps smiling and being reductive of his own pain. he feels guilty for yk. having his own needs and problems. LMFAO. so he def wouldnt open up abt the tail story of his own accord

[kaiser1ns]

#. HUG ME ? BRING IT IN !

featuring 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ıllı. kaji ren, takiishi chika, togame jo, umemiya hajime, endo yamato

fluff. you were supposed to give all of your attention to him, rather than hugging the cute stuffed toy.

KAJI REN

Before getting a boyfriend, you had no problem falling asleep alone. It was you, the blanket, and the cute stuffed plushie who kept you company. But after you started dating and having sleepovers with Kaji Ren, you realized how you couldn't sleep without hugging something. First, it was one plushie, then two, then three, and you begged for a fourth, a fifth—the saga never-ending. Most were gifts from him, and that's why you held them so close to your heart, hugging them when you couldn't hug your boyfriend.

It was early afternoon when Kaji decided to stop by your place just to see you. Your mother greeted him, telling him you were in your room. When he reached your safe haven, he was left dumbfounded. There you were, hugging that damn pink bunny. Its left triangle eyebrow was thick while the right was thin—he hated it. It was like the plushie was mocking him, telling him it got you first.

Kaji frowned, clicking his tongue as he removed his headphones, placing them on the desk where your pictures were framed and … Why do you have a picture with the stuffed toy?

If you weren't asleep right now, you'd laugh at him for being so silly, but also so cute with his dark gray eyes intensely watching the plushie, and his pouty lips just waiting to be kissed. Acting on impulse once again, Kaji removed the pink bunny from your arms, threw it on the ground, and left your arms empty. He watched you breathe calmly, your chest rising and falling.

When he bent down to lay next to you, you snapped your eyes open and screamed, making him flinch and fall out of the bed, landing next to the plushie that seemed to mock him once more.

"Ren?" you said, sleepily peering over the edge of the bed.

He groaned, sitting up and glaring at the pink bunny. "Why do you always choose this thing over me?" You laughed softly, reaching out to help him up. "I didn't choose it over you. It's just... sometimes I need something to cuddle with when you're not here."

He sighed, sitting on the bed and pulling you into his arms. You smiled, resting your head on his chest. This time he needed something to hug to make him calm down. Nothing could get in the way of this moment, so peaceful and beautiful, with no worries, just him and you.

“I also ordered new plushies.” He thinks you should have stayed asleep because if he hears the word plushie one more time, he will go crazy. "For us to match when you can't fall asleep when I'm not with you.” That was, his breaking point, but it's okay because he is crazy in love with you despite your plushie obsession, but he won't tell you how much money he spent on limited edition stuffed toys for your upcoming birthday. Some things are better kept hidden, but a soft smile made its way visible on his face, betraying the mask of his annoyance.

TAKIISHI CHIKA

It was getting late and you still waited for your boyfriend to visit, after he said he would, but he probably got in another fight to pass the time. You loved him but sometimes you thought he loved fights more than you, in some way he did, but that didn't stop when Takiishi fought his way to you with the many plushies you owned when he got to your apartment and saw you asleep on the couch, hugging the stuffed lion plushie.

He remembered how you couldn’t stop looking at the stand with stuffed toys at the fair, and how, after much begging, he won it for you. You had laughed and said it looked just like him — your mini Takiishi. The big and fierce predator is just one little cute kitten. But there could only be one Takiishi Chika in your life.

He wishes he was as soft and squishy as it, hinting that he wants more physical affection. Since you started dating, he found himself wanting to be closer to you, to feel your warmth, and to know that you were always by his side. It was a vulnerability he wasn't used to, and it often led him to seek extra hugs and kisses for reassurance.

As if sensing his thoughts, you stirred awake, blinking sleepily up at him. A soft smile spread across your face, and you reached out for him with one hand, the other still holding onto the toy. "Baby, you are here." Your voice was a soothing melody in the quiet room.

Chika reached down, his larger hand gently pulling you up. The toy slipped from your grasp as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, hugging him just as you had hugged the stuffed lion moments before. Your fingers tangled in his long hair, and he couldn't help but sigh, feeling your warmth against him.

"You were hugging that thing," he murmured, in a calm soothing voice, though the jealousy was still there. You chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to his neck. "Well, it reminds me of you. But nothing compares to the real deal." Your words were a balm to his insecurities, and he held you tighter, burying his face in your hair.

"Is that so?" he asked, his breath warm against your ear. You nodded, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, his hands holding your legs more firmly.

"Absolutely. The plushie is cute, but it can't hold me like you do." You smiled, tracing your fingers along his jawline. He relaxed, but at the same time wanted to pull away from the affection. You laughed softly, leaning in to capture his lips in a gentle kiss. "Just so you know, you're my favorite."

But instead he pulled you into a deeper embrace, you felt the tension in his muscles ease. You knew he’d fight the world to be with you, but right now, all he needed was the reassurance of your love. And you were more than happy to give it to him.

TOGAME JO

Togame was enjoying his time listening to you tell the latest gossip as you moved around the room, his eyes following your every step. He sat on the edge of your bed, a tender smile playing on his lips as you recounted the latest drama among your friends. In your hands, you clutched a cute turtle plushie, and the sight of you so animated and engaged made his heart swell.

"And then you won't believe what she said, Kame-chan!" you exclaimed, pulling the plushie close to your face as if it could somehow share in your excitement.

Togame’s smile widened, and he couldn’t resist answering, his voice soft yet teasing. "What did she say, love?"

You froze, a look of confusion crossing your features as you turned to face him. "Wait, I thought you left?" you asked, your brow furrowing slightly as you tried to recall when you last saw him heading out for some business.

His eyes twinkled as he leaned back slightly, making himself more comfortable on the bed. "Why would I?" he responded, feigning innocence. His gaze flickered to the plushie in your hands, and he chuckled softly. "Besides, how could I miss out on hearing what she said?"

Your eyes widened as you realized what had happened. "Oh my gosh, you heard that?" A blush crept up your cheeks, and you hugged the plushie tighter, as if it could somehow shield you from the embarrassment.

Togame stood up and walked over to you, gently taking the turtle plushie from your hands and examining it with a mock-serious expression. "So, this is Kame-chan, huh? You named him after me?"

You nodded shyly, face in your hands to hide your red face. "I thought it was cute."

He chuckled, placing the plushie back into your hands before pulling you by the waist sitting on the bed again, as he sat you on his lap, wrapping his arms around your body. "I'm flattered, really," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "But you know, the real Togame is right here, and he loves you just as much as Kame-chan does."

UMEMIYA HAJIME

You clutch the Cinnamoroll plushie tightly, its soft fur pressing against your cheek as you glance at Umemiya. The plushie, a recent gift from him, has quickly become your favorite, and you can't stop talking about how much it reminds you of him. The white hair, the blue eyes, the insatiable appetite, and that pure-hearted nature—Cinnamoroll is practically Umemiya's spirit animal. Every time you hug it, you feel a rush of warmth, as if you're holding a little piece of him close to your heart.

"Isn't it just the cutest?" you gush for the umpteenth time, eyes shining with joy. "It's just like you, Hajime! Always happy, always there when someone needs you. If you were an animal, you'd definitely be a puppy, just like Cinnamoroll."

Umemiya gives you a small smile, but there's something behind it, a hint of something you can't quite place. As the day goes on, you notice he seems quieter than usual. You catch him glancing at you and the plushie with a look that almost seems…jealous? It was rare to see him looking anything other than cheerful, and it tugged at your heartstrings.

Finally, during a quiet moment on your date, you catch him pouting slightly. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you ask, "Hajime, what's wrong? You've been a bit off today."

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, looking slightly embarrassed. "It's just…you've been hugging that plushie all day, and I haven't gotten a single hug."

You blink in surprise, then burst into laughter, feeling a bit guilty. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize." Setting Cinnamoroll down gently, you step forward and wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. "You know you're the best, right? Not even the cutest plushie could ever replace you."

He relaxes into your embrace, a contented smile spreading across his face. "I guess I can share you with Cinnamoroll," he murmurs, hugging you back even tighter. You chuckle softly, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "As long as I still get my daily doze of your love."

ENDO YAMATO

The night was perfect for a cozy movie date, as you had planned it for weeks, and now you were finally together, nestled on the couch. "Face mask time!" you announced with a playful grin, holding up two colorful packets. Endo raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest, instead he just smiled with that charming smile of his and leaned back, letting you apply the mask on his face. You took your time, smoothing the cool gel over his skin, "Mmm, it feels nice." he murmured, eyes closed in relaxation.

As the movie continued, you snuggled up with your favorite dinosaur plushie, he, however, didn't like the fact that you hadn't snuggled into him. With a quick move, he grabbed the plushie out of your arms and got up. "Yamato!" you protested, pouting playfully, as the tattooed boy held the plushie high above his head, his height giving him an unfair advantage. But you were smarter, as you stepped on his foot, gently without as much power, catching him off guard. He wobbled, just enough for you to grab your plushie back.

He chuckled, pulling you close again. "Alright, alright, you win," he said, his voice warm and teasing. You nestled back into his side, plushie securely in your arms, feeling his arm wrap around you protectively. "Thought you would have made me go extinct like this little guy with that stomp of yours." he teased, as you rested your head against his shoulder. "I guess you'll have to share me with the dino."

Endo sighed dramatically, but his eyes were soft as he looked at you, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. "As long as I get most of the snuggles~"

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[vviltrumite]

hc — cluelessly obsessed . -‘๑’-

⚛ mark grayson x you

wc :: 882 ( 4,773 char . )

rating :: sfw

a/n :: I like to think that mark gets super posessive and obsessed without even realizing what he's doing, so here's a short little thing I wrote indulging in that

— mark grayson who's only ever thought of you as a childhood friend. someone you went to school with, shared classes with, helped eachother cheat on tests, and hung out outside of school on the weekends. sure, maybe he had missed going to the movies with you as friends, or maybe he missed the way you laughed whenever he would make a joke about one of the teachers you mutually hated. and sure, okay, maybe he thought you were kind of pretty at the coffee shop he saw you at exactly two weeks and a day ago. but that doesn't mean anything. he just thought you were pretty, nothing more.

— mark grayson who doesn't realize he's obsessed with you even when he sees you conversing with a guy on your college campus during one of his patrols a short time after he'd stopped working for cecil. hed only stopped by due to pure chance. the route he was taking back to his house wasnt too far off from your college, so why not just stop by? whether he chooses to shove it down, or just mistook the jealous pang in his gut for something else entirely is unbeknownst to even him at this point. all he knows is that he needs to find out who this guy is. out of pure curiosity, nothing else.

— mark grayson who then goes home that day and spends the rest of his afternoon searching him on the internet, social media, going down a rabbit hole of his friends and family. he's able to find out quite alot in a short amount of time; the guy practically has all his information for everyone to see. it's almost too easy. and... okay, maybe he used his his connections with the government to find out alot more than he'd be able to if he were just using the internet. —like his home address, for example—ahem cough who said that. but, c'mon, cut him some slack! he's a superhero, you can't expect him to not use his resources when it comes to stuff like this. and it's not like he's actually gonna show up at the guys house or anything, right? that would be crazy.

— mark grayson who finds himself out way later than he should be one night, hovering outside of this guys bedroom window. it wasn't intentional, him being here. he just saw you out late with your friends and you split off from them to leave with this guy, he just wanted to make sure you got home safe. but he finds out pretty quickly that you're probably going to be spending the night here when he accidentally spots you two doing alot more than just kissing. okay, how was he supposed to know that's what you two would be doing?? its not like he wanted to see that, anyway. it's not like he likes you. he shakes his head and zips off before he has the chance to witness anything that he won't be able to scrub his mind clear of.

— mark grayson who denies his feelings at first; brushing them off and telling himself that he's only curious. you two haven't spoke in a while, your lives took over and he just wants to make sure you're doing okay, ignoring the anxious twist in his stomach when he finds himself in bed with his thumb trembling over the call button on his cell. why was he so nervous all of a sudden? he just wanted to catch up with you. plus, it would be kind of weird if he just followed you around without ever actually speaking to you.

— mark grayson who doesn't even realize he's practically treating your date—hang out— like an interrogation, asking you all sorts of questions like "so, what class do you take?", "that's cool, sounds exhausting, though. when do your classes end?" masking each question behind a casual tone until eventually he has your whole schedule written down on the sticky note in the back of his mind for him to remember.

— mark grayson who doesn't even realize what he's doing when he somehow ends up at your college campus, following you around from the sky above, out of sight from everyone else, but with his gaze fixed entirely on you and the two people you occupy yourself with; ready to zip off in a yellow and blue blur if any one of them were to glance up. they're your friends, he's come to know them quite well despite not ever directly talking to them. he's made himself familiar with everyone you regularly talk to, and at this point would recognize immedietly if you were to start speaking with someone new.

— mark grayson who can't help but peer over your shoulder whenever you open your phone. faux careless sounding "who're you texting?" 's, and an indifferent tone when he asks "who's that?" every time you got a notificafion. despite the fact he really did care, maybe too much, because he soon finds himself snapping at william when he accuses him of liking you. "she has a boyfriend, no way." he states with a roll of his eyes, effectively shutting the situation down despite the grin he bites back when the thought that 'what if you did like him back?' pops into his mind.

— mark grayson who wants to make the decision to break up seem like your choice, despite all the snide remarks and comments he makes on your relationship. "hm. if i were you, i wouldn't let someone treat me like that." whenever you'd vent to him about your struggles. part of him didn't even realize he was doing it, either. maybe he really did think he was just trying to be helpful and offer you some advice. i mean, really, why would you let anyone treat you like that? why couldn't you just see how shitty of a person your boyfriend was? mark could treat you better, he was sure of it.

— mark grayson who offers you a shoulder to cry on and a hand that snakes around your waist when you come to him a teary-eyed mess after the breakup, listening despite the fact it irritates him to hear you rant and rave on about how much you loved him, how much he meant to you. mark grayson who's thankful your head is buried in his shoulder so you can't see the grin he fails to bite back as his fingertips comb through your hair. he would comfort you, and keep giving you the same advice he always had. but internally he was overjoyed that you finally broke things off with him and now all he had to do was wait. you were already his from the moment he saw you, you just hadn't realized it yet.

[borathae]

Lunch Break | MYG x f.Reader

“Min Yoongi is many a thing in your life. Coworker, superior, best friend and beloved long-term boyfriend. Yes, that’s right. You are dating your boss. It’s a lot easier than it sounds. You get to live together, get to go to work together and get to spend lunch break together. Problem is, Yoongi decided to wear his pretty blue button-up today and this shirt has a rather lethal effect on you. Thankfully, he has his own private office.“

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: coworkers!AU, established relationship!AU, office romance!AU, Smut

Warnings: office worker!yoongles in glasses <3, soft boyfie!yoongles who is shy about pda <3, secret cuddlebug!yoongles, unapologetic flirting by OC while he blushes, spending lunch break in his office, sub!Yoongi, soft Domme!Reader, a quickie in his office chair, clothed sex (he only takes his dick out and she keeps her skirt on), blowjob, handjob, a lil bit of edging, unprotected penetrative sex, kissing, slight dirty talk, lipstick stains all over his lips and neck, finger sucking (m.giving), not a lot of kink is happening tbfh she is horny and he can't say no to her cause he is also horny but would never confess it jdfjsa, this is cute and sexy (just like yoongi)

Wordcount: 5.5k

a/n: yet again, this is an idea from kinktober24 which didn't make it on the official list but which i NEEDED on my blog <3 subby office worker!yoongi is my secret weakness and this yoongi is just so dreamy 💜 ps: happy birthday boongs, i really miss you :(

“Have you seen my glasses?” he asks, busy with packing his bag.

“They’re on your head, baby”, you tell him, putting on lipstick.

“Oh. Thanks.”

“Always happy to help.”

You finish. Yoongi swerves in behind you, running his hand over your waist innocently. Your body communicates with him easily, moving out of the way so he can use the hallway mirror next.

He makes sure that his button up sits correctly, while you put on your heels and jacket. He glances at you over the brim of his glasses.

“Wait. Let me”, he offers, helping you slip it on.

“Thank you.”

He kisses your cheek and steps back, picking up his thermos of coffee and the car keys.

“Are we ready to go?”

“Wait, last check. Yup, we’re ready.”

You and he live on the fourth floor, taking the elevator down to the apartment complex’ parking garage. You hold hands as you walk to your car together and you hold his thermos while he drives. He rubs your knee each time you stop at a red light, while you hand him the thermos so he can enjoy his morning coffee.

You and he don’t talk a lot, sharing silence which a podcast fills. The two of you have become obsessed with listening to a music podcast together. It’s been your background noise while you cook, clean and wash up at night and while you drive to work together. It is a really nice tradition because you and he have so much more to talk about.

If this story didn’t make it clear up until this point, you and Yoongi are together. You met at work seven years ago and fell in love two years later. He asked you if you wanted him as your boyfriend on your fourth date and last year in June, you asked him if he wanted to look for a shared apartment.

Dating him is easy because he is the most lovable person ever and disagreements between you and him are beyond rare. And if they happen, they are always healthy and calm. He makes you feel loved daily and ever since you and he moved in together, you feel settled in life. As if he is truly it for you. The one true love you will always have.

Dating him is also incredibly fun and exciting. He is quiet and calm on most days, but sometimes he gets really hyper and dorky and it always makes you laugh when he goofs around.

In return, Yoongi constantly finds himself with an aching belly from laughing too much with you. Just as much as he feels at peace. Being with you feels safe and as if he is finally where he always belonged.

Dating however, also means that you are in love with your co-worker and you have to act professional at your workplace. Which is sometimes very difficult to do because you are basically obsessed with him.

Your other colleagues know that you and he are together, your higher ups know too. It was a little bit of a scandal at first, but they simply had to learn to live with it. You and Yoongi are a thing which will keep being a thing. So it isn't like you and he are a secret, but Yoongi is also very shy about public displays of affection. Especially when it comes to PDA in a professional environment. The touchiest thing you will get from him is a cheeky shoulder rub or getting your hand held in the elevator to your office.

He also holds it on your way to your desk, greeting your shared colleagues as you pass them.

Yoongi has been at this company three years longer than you and works in management, which naturally makes him superior to you in hierarchy. It also means that he gets his own private office, while you have to share an open space office with some of your colleagues. You don’t mind because the people you work with are, thankfully, all very sweet and being so separated during work also gives you and Yoongi a sense of still being independent adults living their individual lives.

Like every morning, Yoongi leaves you by your desk.

“See you at lunch break”, he says his goodbyes, rubbing your shoulder.

“Yes. See you then.”

And then he already makes his way to his office while you get ready for the next four hours of work.

You take a short coffee break two hours into your morning shift. You do a little stretch upon standing up, then make your way to the shared break room. It is empty, safe for Yoongi who is making himself coffee. He rolled up the sleeves of his button up by now. You have to fight every single fiber in your body not to bite his lower arm. Or slap his butt for that matter. He has a really great butt.

“Well hello there handsome, fancy seeing you here”, you greet him.

Yoongi looks over his shoulder, “oh, hey. Coffee?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’m making it.”

You close the distance and back hug him, resting your cheek against him. As expected, Yoongi tenses up.

“We’re at work”, he says.

“I know and it’s just the two of us right now. I’m just really needy for you today.”

“Hush, keep your voice down”, he whispers, turning in your arms. He looks panicked. “Don’t be so dirty.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, doofus. I just think that you’re really handsome in your button up. Blue is really your colour.”

“Oh. Thanks”, he mumbles and looks to the side shyly.

“Mhm yeah” you say, gazing at him with love drunk eyes.

“Okay uhm”, he shimmies out of your hug and turns to the coffee machine. It is so obvious to you that he currently feels shy.

Which is so endearing to you. It is one of the reasons why you fell for him. In the beginning phase where you still tried to fight the tension, he was so lovably clumsy and nervous with his words whenever he talked to you and it charmed you beyond repair.

These days, one of your favourite pastime activities is flirting with him just to get him shy. He always blushes when this happens and it is so adorable.

You join his side, leaning against the counter and looking at his face. The faintest of pink adorns his cheeks. Cute.

“How’s it going?” you ask him.

“Good. I need to go through grant applications today.”

“Oh, sounds important.”

“Yeah, it is. And you?”

“Good too. I spend most of my time thinking of you.”

Yoongi glances at you for a brief moment and looks away again. He stays silent, but the blush grows.

You snicker, reaching out to give his upper arm a tender rub.

“Sorry, gosh I’m bullying you today, aren’t I?”

“A little. I don’t know how to react.”

“Sorry, I know I know. I’m already stopping. It’s your shirt, it makes me like this.”

“Why? It’s a shirt.”

“It’s a sexy shirt.”

He glances again and frowns.

“Fine, this was the last flirt, I promise”, you give up, chuckling.

Yoongi stays silent, handing you the cup of coffee. He turns to face you, leaning his hip against the counter.

“Gosh, you’re so handsome.”

“Baby, you said no more flirting”, he whines, pouting.

“I’m not flirting, I’m being honest. You’re so handsome.”

Sadly for you, a few of your co-workers enter the break room. Yoongi uses the opportunity to flee the situation. Not because he doesn’t want to spend time with you, but because he can’t take any more of your very amazing flirting.

“See you at lunch.”

“Yes, see you. Lunch. Very soon”, you say, following him with your eyes dreamily.

“So, I finally asked Mingyu for his number”, your colleague says, pulling you into a conversation about her love life. Yoongi is gone for now, but not forgotten. Of course he isn’t. The image of him in his blue button up with his sleeves rolled up will haunt you for the rest of your morning shift.

Your company is insanely generous with the amount of lunch break you are getting. A full hour of paid lunch time is part of the contract. Just like on most days, you are one of the last people to leave for lunch. Most of your colleagues leave the office to eat at some of the many restaurants in the neighbourhood. You will also leave, but have to get Yoongi first. He would forget that it was time otherwise because he always works so hard.

You greet your big boss as she passes you on her way to her lunch break and your way to Yoongi’s office. She soon disappears behind a corner.

You knock on his door.

“Come in!”

You enter the room, closing the door behind you.

“On a scale of one to ten, how hungry are you?” you ask him.

“Uh…I don’t know. I ate a granola bar twenty minutes ago, so four-ish? Why?”

“Good”, you say and lock his door.

“Why are you locking my door?”

“So I can do this and not have someone walk in on us”, you say and close the distance in big steps.

You pull him out from under his desk and turn him to you.

“Wha-”

Yoongi gets no time to complain or process what was happening and then you are already on his lap, claiming his lips in a needy kiss.

He squeaks in surprise. You get to kiss him for a good two seconds and then he breaks it. He touches his lips, gawking at you scandalized and flustered.

“What are you doing?”

“Making use of our sixty minutes. The ramen bar across the street needs five minutes to make ramen, you and I need around twenty minutes to walk over there and eat. Which gives us a good thirty five minutes extra.”

“Okay and?”

“And I’m gonna use them well.” You falter for a moment. “If you’re down too, of course.”

“No, of course I’m not down. We’re at work. People could hear us or see us”, he is whispering, eyes widened in urgency.

“We’re all alone. Even Mina left for lunch.”

Mina was your big boss and she won’t be back until three o’clock because of meetings.

“But still, I say no.”

“Ugh fine. Whatever you want”, you say and climb off his lap, “but then I wanna go somewhere else. Maybe sushi?” you suggest, turning your back to him to leave.

Yoongi ogles your butt in the skirt you are wearing. He is internally panicking. He didn’t expect you to actually accept his no so easily (which makes no sense because you always accept his no without argument). He secretly hoped for you to try and convince him, because let us be honest for a moment, Yoongi is also obsessed with you. The skirt you chose today is one of his favourites and your unapologetic flirting really made his blood boil. You are also wearing his favourite perfume and when he snuck a glance at you as you got dressed, he got a glimpse of lace panties. Yoongi loves lace panties.

“Wait, okay fine. I’m down too”, he reveals his lie.

“Really?”

He blushes and looks to the side, nodding his head.

“Oh my god, yay!” you exclaim and climb on his lap again. You cradle his face, turning it to you so you can kiss him.

He kisses you back for a little while, but then breaks it again.

“But only if we’re quiet. Please, we really have to be quiet.”

“We’ll be quiet. Just come here, you”, you promise, attacking his neck with hungry kisses.

Yoongi feels his eyes roll back and shivers run down his spine. He drops his head against the backrest of his chair, parting his lips.

“God you smell so sexy. I love this cologne on you. God, you. Mhhhm god”, you babble between your hungry kisses, driving him crazy in the process.

“Also no marks please”, he begs.

“Promise. Now relax and stop worrying.”

“Wait. Actually.”

You sit up.

“We should set a timer.”

You chuckle. He is such an awkward bean sometimes.

“Good idea, let’s set a timer.”

“I’ll do it.”

You watch him fondly as he fumbles with the timer on his watch. His lips and neck are covered in lipstick marks. His hair is a little ruffled. God, you could honestly eat this man. He is so yummy.

“Okay, timer set. Wait. You locked the door, right?”

“Yes baby, I locked the door.”

“Okay, okay. Now I’m good.”

He leans back and shifts his eyes to you.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just really like you”, you say and lean down to kiss the other side of his neck. “You’re just so perfect, Yoongi baby.”

“A-ah. Mhmmm.”

His eyes roll back and close, his lips part. His neck is so sensitive and your kisses feel incredible.

You and Yoongi started off today a little worked up. It may have been your fault because you woke up horny after a sexy dream about him and therefore engaged Yoongi in a sleepy make out session. Said session only lasted five minutes and then you both needed to get up for work. You and he tried not to address what said session did, but it definitely haunted you throughout the morning.

“Shit, baby”, you break away from his neck to whisper against his ear, making him dizzy in the process, “all I want right now is your dick in my mouth.”

He throws his hand over his mouth, gawking in shock. You snicker, fluttering your lashes playfully.

“Please be more quiet”, he whispers.

“You’re so cute”, you chuckle and kiss his ear. You slip off his lap and between his legs, making him gasp.

Your eyes meet. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes are widened.

“Is this okay for me to do?”

He nods his head, breathing the shiest “yeah”.

“Thank you. God seriously, I dreamed of blowing you and it’s been driving me crazy”, you finally confess, fingers busy with opening his pants.

Yoongi’s chest lifts and sinks in a quick rhythm. He is so excited and at the same time, terribly nervous. You and he never did it at the office before. Or in public for that matter. He feels like a criminal, grasping the armrests of his chair as support.

The zipper of his pants opens quickly. You slip your hand into the front of his slacks and boxer briefs, then take out his cock. He is still only semi-hard.

“Oh god”, he croaks, shifting nervously.

“Everything still okay?”

“Yeah just. You really locked the door?”

“I did. Promise.”

“A-and you’ll be really quiet?”

“Yes, very quiet.”

You decide to take his mind off of his nerves by kissing the tip of his dick. You use your hand to massage the base and get him worked up.

Yoongi sucks in air and throws his hand over his mouth.

“Oh god”, he murmurs.

“I love your dick. You’ve got the cutest dick ever. Mhm love it so much.”

This wasn’t a lie. Yoongi has indeed a very cute dick. Now don’t misunderstand, his dick game is insane. This man knows how to make you see stars with just his cock. It’s perfect in length, in girth and in shape. There is genuinely nothing missing and also nothing which is too much. And yet, you still think that it is so cute. Just like his elbows and knees, it easily flushes pink and when you play with him just right, it leaks and twitches. When you get him really fucking worked up – to the point where he curses and spits the dirtiest words – his dick becomes veiny and oh so swollen and when you make him cum, it trembles oh so needily.

It is just such a perfect dick and right now, you take it inside to get him fully hard.

Yoongi drops his head against the chair, scrunching his face as he grinds his teeth.

This feels really good. Really, really good and if you two were at home, he would moan. But he can’t. Not here. He has to be quiet.

You are a little louder, purring in enjoyment as you suckle on his tip.

“Please not too hard”, he begs, breathing heavily.

“Mh-hm”, you assure him, rubbing his thigh and massaging his shaft. He should feel good and comfortable.

You are aware that this is something totally new and that Yoongi is very private about PDA and especially sex. The last thing you want out of this is for him to finish with a bad feeling in his tummy.

You know that you could be louder and rougher because the office is genuinely empty, but you keep it gentle for Yoongi’s sake. Sex is – after all – most enjoyable when both parties involved are totally into it.

“Is it okay how I do it?” you ask and continue the rhythm. You focus your attention on his first two inches, suckling on them while swirling your tongue around his tip.

“It’s…good”, he breathes out and chokes down his moan. It is more than good, it is amazing. Yoongi really wants to be at home right now so he can be loud.

“Yeah? Good?”

“Good…”

“Just tell me when you want something changed.”

Yoongi hums, nodding his head. He shifts in his chair, gasping for air because you sink him in as deep as you can go. His armrests croak as he tightens his fingers on them.

You purr and suck, moving your head up as you do. You increase the suction when reached his tip, swirl your tongue and sink down again. With the new rhythm asserted, you begin your hungry feast. He is so fucking delicious, throbbing between your fingers as you work him up to his potential.

Yoongi groans quietly, throwing his hands over his face for just a second before he drops them again, grasping the edge of the chair. He loves oral sex. Now granted, he loves giving it more than he does receiving it. The thing with Yoongi is that getting his dick munched on really – really – gets him there fast. He just can’t hold on for long before he is already close.

And you are really working hard today to ruin him.

“Fuck”, he chokes out under his breath.

The word fills the room with its meaning. You got him cursing.

You slip off his dick to run the tip of your tongue along his veins. He throbs needily, messying his tip more and more because you aren’t sucking it off anymore. You will have such a yummy surprise once you take him back in. 

What you are doing right now feels so intense. You are very precise with your tongue and because you are using the tip of it, the stimulation is strong and tingly. Really tingly. So tingly in fact, that Yoongi has to squirm in his chair and arch his back. 

Your tongue glides over his tip. You stop. 

“Mhm?” You look at his dick. “Oh my god, you’re so wet.”

Yoongi whines quietly, face feeling on fire. It’s so embarrassing to be called out and it makes him even wetter.

“Oh god, baby. Oh god”, you chant as you lick and suck the yummy surprise off of him. 

Yoongi tastes really good. And you aren’t saying that just to be nice. Oh no, in your past you were not afraid to tell your partners if they needed to take better care of their dicks. Yoongi genuinely tastes so good. He takes hygiene very seriously and leaks the yummiest pleasure. It’s just a little salty, but most of all it has a sweetish taste to it because he loves eating cranberries (to make his dick taste good). He is very cute. And perfect. And yummy. And fuck, you are so hungry for him. You growl quietly, sinking him back into your mouth just to suck the very soul out of his dick.

“Ah! Shhiii- Ah!” he squirms helplessly, suddenly feeling on fire. “A lot. A-a lot.”

“Mhm”, you agree as you get sloppy with his dick. You drool all over it and smear lipstick everywhere. Your hand works overtime to jerk off what you can’t fit and your left hand runs up his torso to rub his nipple over his shirt. You are insane for him. Completely starved and hungry.

Yoongi puts his right hand on the nape of your neck.

“I have to cum”, he tries oh so hard to be quiet, “I’m almost there.”

His words motivate you to focus on his tip. This always gets him there. He is so, so sensitive. And pink. And leaky. And yummy. Oh so yummy. 

“I have to cum in your mouth. Is it okay?”

You nod your head. Yoongi whimpers quietly, biting his lower lip. His fingers tighten on your head, his legs tremble. His stomach is so tight, his cock feels on fire. One more suck he is going to burst. He scrunches his nose, eyes glassy because he refuses to close them and therefore stop looking at you. You flick your tongue over his favourite spot. This was it.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut and drops his squirming hips. 

“I’m cum-”

You purr and suck him aggressively as you slip off, squeezing your fingers around his base to stop his orgasm. His poor, flushed cock throbs, weeping in agony. He gasps and exhales heavily, hips rolling up to chase the decreasing pleasure. His eyes open, glistening sadly.

“That was mean”, he murmurs, pouting. He is squirming and pouting so, so much. As if you broke his hopeful, trusting heart.

“Sorry, you pouty”, you chuckle, kissing his shaft as an apology.

“That was so mean. It hurts”, he complains in a shaky voice, sounding close to tears. He always gets like this when you edge him. Which is why you love doing it because he is so cute when he gets sniffly in desperation. And Yoongi loves being edged. Just maybe not today. Because he is so, so, so, horny today and now his balls ache and his dick is sensitive and everything just feels too intense for the place he is currently at. Yoongi shouldn’t feel so needy in the office, but now he does and he has to sniffle and pout because of it.

“Please can I cum?” he begs you with glistening puppy eyes.

“Soon. And not in my mouth. Can I sit on you?”

He nods his head vigorously, rubbing your neck. “Please do, please.”

You stand up. Yoongi instantly reaches for you, rubbing your hips and gazing up at you with needy eyes.

“Do you have a condom?” you talk to him as you take off your panties.

“No. Why? Sorry, I don’t. I didn’t know that I had to. We agreed that we don’t have to fuck with condoms anymore because being clean and being on birth control and all that.”

“It’s fine, I don’t blame you. I don’t have one either. Guess I just have to let it run into a tissue afterwards”, you say, climbing his lap. You keep the skirt on. Yoongi loves that you do, feeling unable to stop looking at you.

“I can clean it with my mouth”, he offers.

You laugh, gazing at him.

“Or that. God you. I’m mad for you”, you say and sink down on him, swallowing his moan as you kiss him.

He bottoms out within a second and you pick up a quick rhythm. You have no time to waste. Time’s running out and you’ve got to make most of it. You’re so wet that you can easily ride him passionately.

Yoongi feels as if you just punched him in the gut. This is so fucking intense and you gave him no time to get used to it. If he didn’t have the control of a champion, he instantly would have climaxed. 

Now all he can do is gaze up at you with a pleasure contorted, flushed face and a turning head. Your lips are messy from the lipstick, your skin is radiant and your eyes are half-lidded in pleasure. He feels in presence of a goddess. The only goddess he will ever pray to and it makes his heart race as much as it makes his dick throb.

“Fuck, you feel so good”, you pant, grasping his hair at the nape of his neck.

“___”, he moans, looking up at you with an agape mouth and droopy eyes behind tilted glasses. His big hands are on your hips, holding on for support.

You fix his glasses then grab his hair again. You slow down for just a moment, sending Yoongi’s heart into overdrive when you lean down to rub the tip of your nose against his’. 

He loves nose kisses, squeezing his eyes shut as he trembles in an emotional whimper.

“Mine”, you whisper and kiss the tip of his nose. Then you straighten up and pick up where you left off.

“Ah-nhn”, he wanted to yelp, but stops himself in the last moment, opening his eyes wide and his mouth even wider.

“Do you like this?”

He nods his head, pupils dilated and fingers dimpling your hips. 

“Good. Love it too. You’ve got the best cock. So perfect.”

Yoongi’s heart is hammering against his ribcage. He feels so giddy and star-struck and so totally, completely, entirely yours. Also so sensitive. Holy fuck, he is so sensitive. He has to close his eyes otherwise the connection would have thrown him over the edge.

You caress his cheeks and ears, talking to him in a soothing, yet sexy, voice. You know that he is struggling and that he needs your voice to help him hold on.

“It’s not gonna take me long. I hope that’s okay.”

“So okay. So sensitive. Ah…”

“Always so sensitive. My cutie.”

Yoongi whimpers quietly, claiming your lips in a sloppy kiss.

Nobody would ever think this about you and him, but the two of you have such a high sex drive. Now, when you walked down a street side by side or come to work together, the public will never figure just how horny you are for each other. You are sure that most people would describe you and Yoongi as the boring couple. But this is so okay for you and him. The two of you know that you are far from boring and also way too horny for your own goods.

You have so much sex. And you have it often. So often in fact that you have perfected the art of the most satisfying quickie ever because sometimes before work, you just need to let some steam off.

Truly, you and Yoongi are masters at having quickies these days. They are so deeply satisfying and leave you and him with a good tingle in your tummies for the rest of the day.

This right now is going to be a quickie too and, man, is it fun.

The chair croaks slightly under you and Yoongi, the sounds of your heavy breathing and needy kissing fills the room just as much as the wet squelching of your bodies connecting does. You just can’t get enough, pressing yourself closer to him.

Because you only took out his dick and kept his slacks on, the fabric of them rubs against your clit. It’s rough and provides the perfect amount of pressure. It is exactly what you need now that he is running through your veins.

“I’m so into you. Yoongi, fuck.”

“___, I wanna be loud.”

“I know. Me too. Wanna be so nasty with you.”

He mewls softly, dimpling your butt. His eyes burn a little because you force tears to the surface. It feels insane. He can’t help but cry a little.

“Wanna be home.”

“I know, baby. Me too.” You whisper, running your thumb over his lips. “But you’re home. Yeah? You’ll always have a home inside me.”

Yoongi loves being loved by you. It is exactly what his tender, romantic heart needs. You are so deeply in love with him and you want all of him. Yoongi always dreamed of this kind of love and it felt unrealistic until you came around and you say stuff like “he will always have a home inside you”, which is so sexy but also so romantic and Yoongi feels gone.

He whimpers your name, taking your thumb inside his warm mouth. His eyes widen in submission as he sucks on your thumb instinctively.

“Yoongi, fuck”, you press out, grabbing the back of his head with your other hand.

He mewls around your thumb, tongue pulsing as he eagerly sucks.

The view ruins you. His pouty doll-lips are messy with your lipstick and now they are also stuffed with your thumb. His cheeks are flushed and his teary eyes are so, so submissive. The view of him is enough for you. It truly is.

“I’m so close. Are you ready?” you tell him, hips stuttering on his lap. He slips off your thumb, talking in a shaky voice.

“Already holding back. Please…”

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. What a good boy”, you rasp, pulling him into a kiss as you make yourself climax on his cock.

You reach heaven not long after, feeding him your ecstatic moan.

Yoongi whimpers, trembling and tensing up. He croaks, squeezing your ass. His high hits him. Of course it does. You are so tight and warm and your orgasmic throbbing is his weakness. He uses your mouth to keep himself quiet as he rides the waves and paints your walls white.

It is difficult to breathe afterwards. You and he are glued together, sharing air and resting your foreheads together.

“Are you okay?” you break the silence.

“Yeah, dizzy. You?”

“Dizzy too.” You exhale deeply, then kiss his cheek.

Yoongi leans into it, heart racing like crazy. He giggles, setting you off which ends in you and him having a secret giggle fit in his office.

“Why would we do that?” you say as you wipe the lipstick from his neck and face.

“I don't know. We’re so bad.”

“We’re awful. Oh my god. It was so much fun though.”

“It was. But it can’t be a regular thing.”

“Yeah. It’s probably for the best if we controlled ourselves.”

“Yes, it is.”

The timer goes off. Yoongi switches it off, meeting your eyes.

“Perfect timing.”

“Urgh god”, he drops his head back, “you’re actually so bad for me. Why would you make me do that in public?”

“Hey, it takes two. If you didn’t want this too, you would have said so. Don’t blame me.”

Yoongi whines and pouts, because he knows that you were right. You snicker, pecking his cheek.

“Now about food. I think I’m taking the tissue because it’s faster and I’m hungry.”

“Sure. Here”, Yoongi gets it for you and helps you off his cock without making a mess. He even wipes for you, which is deeply intimate and makes you love him more. He hands you your panties.

“Thanks, my love.”

“Yeah.”

He throws the tissue away, wrapped in another tissue, while you put on your panties. And as you use his office mirror to fix yourself up, he stuffs his cock back into his slacks and fixes his clothes. He stands up, closing the distance to you. His arm slings around your waist, his hand rests on your side. He runs his other hand through his hair.

“You’re so handsome.”

“And you’re beautiful”, he retorts, meeting your eyes. “I won’t be able to look at our outfits normally ever again.”

“Me neither. I might get tingly each time you wear this shirt from now on.”

He smiles cutely, resting his cheek against your arm as he hugs your middle.

“Me too with your skirt”, he murmurs and giggles.

You melt into him, giving him your most adoring smile. He is such a cuddly bean in private. It is the most adorable thing about him.

“Gosh you”, you ruffle his hair, “you’re so cute.”

“Yaah love, I just fixed my hair”, he whines.

“Oh! Sorry, sorry. Here, let me. Although, I think that messy hair suits you.”

“Well, not at work. I’m supposed to be proper. Do I still have lipstick somewhere?”

“You’re fine, you shy baby. Am I proper?”

“Yeah, you’re pretty. You should put on more lipstick though, it’s gone.”

“I’m doing it after lunch. Just gonna eat it all off anyway. So ramen?”

“Yes, ramen. You’re paying, for seducing me.”

“Wow okay”, you laugh, “says mister Adonis himself in his blue shirt. It’s your own fault for being so sexy.”

He snickers cutely, holding your hand as you leave the office.

“I’m kidding. I’m paying.”

“No, it’s alright. I can pay.”

“No, I’m paying”, he insists and puts your arm around his waist so you are holding him.

“Fine. Gosh, you’re so cuddly right now. I love it”, you say, holding him happily.

[lymtw]

Satoru who is just so obsessed with you and actually becomes somewhat jealous when others make you laugh to the point where you're blushing. He's quick to misunderstand a situation when it comes to men getting overly comfortable with you. From what you understand, the jealousy doesn't run deep, but he does wonder sometimes—stupidly, if someone else will catch your eye and test your fidelity to him.

"How is it being with Gojo all the time? I get seeing him at work, but going home with him and spending all your time together...? It's got to be exhausting, no?"

This nobody doesn't even know Satoru. He's never gotten near him—never even spoken a word to him. It's infuriating that he even assumed you're exhausted from spending time with the person you the love the most, but you smile anyway, and respond as politely as you can.

"Satoru can be a handful at times, but that's one of the many things I love about him. He's funny, and even though sometimes he acts like he runs around without a brain, he is one of the smartest men I know. He takes care of me." You chuckle, recalling a warm, fond memory.

Satoru watches your conversation with the man from the bar on the other side of the room. He sees you smiling and nodding, and his heart starts beating faster. He understands that he has to keep his cool. What is he missing that you can find in someone else? You're with him for a reason, and you've never been one to hide things from him. There's no need to feel insecure.

He knows he can't stop you from talking with other people. You can interact with whoever you want because his jealousy isn't to be mistaken with control, but it's hard not to stay by your side all the time. You've never given him any reason to doubt the strength of your relationship, but he just doesn't trust other men around you. He knows men are dogs, chopping it up with any pretty girl with no regards to whether they're in a relationship or not. What he does know is that he wholeheartedly trusts you. You would let him know if someone was taking it too far, wouldn't you?

VS

Satoru who is so obsessed with you and content with the fact that you are almost always within arms reach of him. He feels so secure knowing he gets to leave work with you every day only to spend more time with you at home.

At night, you lay facing each other, one of your legs thrown over his hip and one of his hands running up and down your waist. You talk about insignificant things that result in significant memories. You whisper and giggle about the dumbest things, until your sentences don't make sense because of how tired both of you are. You cling onto him and tell him you love him, lazy kisses pressed to his lips with every cliffhanging word that is threatened by sleep.

On lazy Sunday afternoons, you lie in bed together watching scary movies. He knows the plots aren't real, and that the monsters and hideous things that appear aren't real either, but your fear of them is. He purposely chooses these movies because he knows you won't focus on them and turn to give him all the attention when you're too scared. Anything to distract you from the terrifying things that are seemingly about to pop out of the screen. While he pretends he's focusing on the movie, he grins as you begin to shower him with your affectionate kisses. One for his neck, one for his cheek, oh... there goes another one for his neck. He lays there, a few chuckles slipping when you kiss his chin and his nose. You mumble little sweet nothings to him that have him grinning ear to ear. He can physically feel the love you hold for him and it's heavenly.

Satoru loves that you've always been shy about your needs. He loves the way you react when he kisses you anywhere that isn't your face. He knows neck kisses are a weakness for you and he uses that knowledge against you when he wants to see you get flustered.

He'll come up behind you, put his hands on your waist and start kissing your shoulder, slowly trailing the sweetness towards your neck. He knows he's affecting you because after a minute of him mouthing up your sensitive points, you stopped what you were doing and just felt him. His hands peel your shirt off your stomach and glide upward, towards your chest. He can hear your shaky breathing more clearly.

"'toru?" You call, meekly, your hands clenched into fists.

"Hm?" He gives your breasts a squeeze, not letting up on his work on your neck.

"Satoru," you repeat, clear surrender in your tone. You use his full first name to grab his attention, yet it still sounded so sweet.

"You can do it, baby. Tell me what you want."

You get so nervous when he starts talking like this. It makes your chest feel tight, and your stomach swarms with butterflies. You want to run away, but his hands are so warm and he's holding you like you're the most fragile thing to ever exist.

You turn around and quickly bury your face in his chest. Satoru caught a glimpse of the rosiness dusting your cheeks, and the tips of your ears were noticeably glowing, the cute reactions earning a chuckle from him. His hands dragged down your back, and he palmed your ass before going slightly lower to clasp around the backs of your thighs. He lifted you, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

"My pretty girl is so shy. Don't worry, I know what you like," he says, directing both of you to the bedroom.