#it's such a funny thing to try and explain too

[belli5]

Miss Cougar .ᐟ ೀWS²

╰ Synopsis An older reader falls for golden boy Will Smith, the younger hockey player who’s utterly devoted to her, soft, loyal, and eager to please. She didn’t mean to fall..but did.

Tags/contains Fluff, Will Smith x Older!fem!reader. Age gap(in my mind it’s two years), older reader, mutual pining, soft possessiveness.

➺ from Sera, to you 📨. Had too much fun with this lol😭

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You were just doing your job, working PR, helping set up the media day table for the rookies, sipping lukewarm coffee and flipping through player bios like it wasn’t your fifth time memorizing their junior league stats.

But then Will Smith walked in, blonde hair a little messy like he didn’t even try, baby blue eyes scanning the room like he didn’t quite belong yet. His jersey hung a little loose on his shoulders, but there was an easy confidence to his posture that told you he knew exactly who he was.

Nineteen. Maybe twenty now, barely an adult. Way too young for you, and younger guys weren’t even your type.

You were twenty-two, barely older, sure, but the kind of older that makes you feel like a grown up next to a college freshman. He shouldn’t have even registered as a blip on your radar.

Except he did.

You were halfway through explaining to another staffer where to place the Sharks backdrop when he stopped in front of your table, holding a clipboard and grinning like he’d just won something. “You’re the PR person, right?”

You blinked. “I am.”

“I’m Will,” he said, like you didn’t already know. “Will Smith.”

The corner of your mouth tugged upward. “Yeah, figured that much. It’s on your name tag.”

He glanced down, laughed, boyish and unbothered. “Right, forgot I had that on.”

And just like that, you were sunk. Not all the way, just enough to start paying more attention to the way he said thank you, how he called you ma’am, how he kept stealing glances at you during the photoshoot like you wouldn’t notice.

You told yourself it was harmless. Just a crush—his crush.

He hovered near your table more than he needed to, always needing a new pen, or another form, or an excuse to talk to you about something completely irrelevant.

“Is it weird if I ask what coffee you’re drinking?” he asked once, resting his forearms on your desk like he belonged there.

“It’s not weird if you ask to get me one.”

He smiled. “Noted. I’ll bring you one next time.” And he did, for weeks.

Every morning of training camp, there was a new coffee sitting on your desk with a note scribbled in messy handwriting: “Hope this is the right kind.”,“You looked tired yesterday. (Not in a bad way.)”, “You smile more when you’re caffeinated.”

You kept the notes. That was the first sign you were slipping.

The second sign? You stopped saying “he’s too young” in your head.

You kept reminding yourself that he was younger, that he still said things that he saw on instagram reels or on tiktok unironically. That he didn’t even have a full grasp on how taxes worked, but then he’d smile at you like you were the only person in the room, or he’d ask how your day was going and actually listen and suddenly his age didn’t seem like such a big deal.

The first time he asked you out, you laughed.

Not because it was funny, but because it felt ridiculous. Like this golden retriever of a man thought he had a shot with someone who read financial reports for fun and had a skincare routine that cost more than any man would understand.

“You don’t actually want to date someone older,” you told him flatly.

He tilted his head. “Why not?”

“Because you’re still figuring yourself out. You’ve got.. things to do, a whole NHL career to build.”

He shrugged. “Can’t I do all that and like you at the same time?”

The worst part? He meant it. His voice was quiet, no smugness, no joking, just him looking at you with those wide blue eyes like you’d hung the moon.

You told him no. But you also told him, “Ask me again when you’ve made the roster.” It was a joke, you didn’t expect him to remember, but he did.

Two months later, after a Sharks home opener, you found him waiting in the hallway with two redbulls in hand and that same grin he always wore when he saw you. “So…” he said, holding one out. “I made the roster.”

Your stomach did a funny little flip. “That doesn’t mean anything,” you said, but your voice was softer than it should’ve been.

“Doesn’t it?”

You took the redbull, your fingers brushing his, and that was the third sign. The one that felt different than the rest.

Because you started to imagine it, what dating him might be like, what it’d feel like to kiss him, to pull him down by the collar of his jersey and have him say things in that voice that got a little raspier every time he was nervous.

You hated yourself for thinking about it. You hated even more that you started to hope he’d ask again, but he didn’t, not right away and that made you feel.. weird.

He gave you space, even when you caught him looking at you during team events, or cracking jokes that made you smile when you were trying to be serious. He never pushed, never got impatient.

That’s what got you, in the end. Not the hair, not the eyes, not the way he fit into his game day suit just a little too well, I mean that too but It was the way he respected your no, but made it clear he wasn’t going anywhere.

It was when the new season just had started, two months ago.

You were organizing interview slots at the practice rink, annoyed at everything and running on four hours of sleep. Will had just finished morning skate and walked over, towel around his neck, cheeks flushed from the cold. “You okay?” he asked, nudging your elbow gently.

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Just tired.”

He didn’t say anything just grabbed the clipboard from your hand, squinting at the slots like he could actually help. “You forgot to schedule yourself a break,” he said.

“I don’t get breaks,” you muttered.

“You do now.” And then, God help you, he pulled out some candy he had from his jacket pocket and handed it to you without fanfare.

Like he knew you hadn’t eaten, like he’d planned for this exact moment, it wasn’t a lot, but it’s the little things that make you happy. “You’re ridiculous,” you mumbled, trying not to smile.

He bumped your shoulder lightly. “You’re welcome, ma’am.”

That was the fourth sign, which you didn’t even pretend to hate it.

It didn’t start with fireworks.

There was no dramatic kiss in the rain, no impulsive declarations. Just a quiet evening, two texts exchanged, and the simple moment when you looked at his name on your screen and realized, yeah. You wanted to see where this could go.

He picked you up two days later.

He was wearing a navy sweater that clung to his arms just enough, jeans that still had a fold line like they were fresh out of the dryer, and that nervous little smile that tugged at his mouth whenever you looked at him too long. “I wasn’t sure if you’d actually say yes,” he admitted, holding the car door open for you.

You’d smiled back, the corner of your lip quirking. “I wasn’t sure either.” But you went and then you went again and before long, it became something regular, easy and surprisingly solid.

No one said “boyfriend��� or “girlfriend” for a while, but he started showing up with your favorite drinks, started memorizing every single detail, started pulling you gently into his lap during movie nights like he couldn’t help it.

You didn’t mean to fall for him, but he made it impossible not to.

Now, a few weeks in, you were curled on your couch, legs draped over his lap, flipping through a book while he scrolled through his phone like he didn’t have a single worry in the world.

Will’s hand rested on your thigh absentmindedly, tracing slow circles with his thumb over the fabric of your shorts. His eyes were on his screen, but he’d tilt his head every few minutes like he was waiting for you to tell him to do something, like he wanted you to.

You weren’t used to that, someone listening without being told twice. Someone who liked being told what to do, in a way that wasn’t needy, just.. eager.

“Can you get me a water?” you asked, without looking up from the page.

Will was already halfway to the kitchen before you finished the sentence. He came back, twisted the cap off, and handed it to you like it was nothing, like it was normal to treat you like this.

You took a sip and raised an eyebrow. “It’s cold. You picked from the back of the fridge.”

He gave a crooked smile, scratching the back of his neck. “Didn’t think you’d want a warm one.”

“Thank you, baby.” you said, letting your fingers brush across his jaw before going back to your book.

He flushed just a little and you saw it. The power you had over him was almost criminal. Not because you tried, God, no. But because he gave it so freely, because something in him liked it.

You kept reading for another minute, pretending not to notice how quiet he’d gone. Then, without warning, you shifted your legs, straddling one of his thighs and settling in like it was your seat.

Will froze under you for a second. Then relaxed, like he always relaxed under you. Your hands found the collar of his hoodie, playing with the soft hem near his collarbone. “You’re not going out with the guys tonight?” you murmured, feigning casual.

“Don’t want to,” he said simply. “Want to stay here, with you.”

You bit your lip. “You always listen this well?”

His hands landed on your hips, light and respectful even though he clearly could’ve pulled you in harder if he wanted. “Only for you, ma’am.” he said, barely above a whisper.

You didn’t react right away, just let it hang in the air, warm and heavy between you both. You weren’t even sure he realized he’d said it, sometimes it just slipped out of him, like instinct.

You trailed your fingers down his chest and sat back just slightly. “You know you don’t have to call me that,” you said softly, not mocking, just observing.

“I know,” he replied, eyes dropping to your mouth. “But I like it.”

[monstersholygrail]

Woven Tales

Preview— Patreon Exclusive

Tiger Hybrid Husband x fem!reader— fluff, primal play, marking, scenting, scratching, cum eating, fingering, oral, overstimulation, implied multiple orgasms, pussy worship

Wc: 3.1k

You scroll through your phone, a frown tugging at your lips as you look into all the group clubs around your area. All of them focusing on activities you couldn’t even pretend to be interested in. Even as your hope began to drop little by little your thumb kept scrolling on and on.

You wouldn’t give up, you couldn’t.

Groans break the silence in the room as your Tiger Hybrid Husband struggles to kick the door open, his arms full of groceries he picked up for tonight’s dinner. He eyes you warily while he makes his way in, heavily aware of what you’ve been doing these past few days. No matter how hard you’ve been trying to hide it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He grumbles, trudging into the kitchen and plopping the groceries down on the counter.

The immediate instinct to shy away doesn’t leave until you eventually give into it, angling your phone just out of his view. It only piques his interest further, ears twitching, body tensing like he’s preparing to pounce.

“Nothing…” you squeak out, a smile wobbling its way onto your lips.

He only takes one step toward you before you’re squealing like you’re actually being attacked. With a hard scoff he’s rounding the island and bounding over to you, tackling your plump frame onto the couch and curling his arms around you to take most of the impact.

Your squeals ring louder as his claws press into your sides, tickling you and sending sharp sparks shooting down your torso where his fingers dance. He struggles against your wriggling body, brushing up against him so perfectly he has to clench his jaw just to stay focused.

But the moment his purrs break through his chest you absolutely melt against him, both of you panting, and your smile bright the second you meet his eye. As much as he tries to help it, he softens too under your gaze. Everything that tells him to remain stern about this fades away till a pout forms on his lips.

“I just don’t see why you have to find some club activity to join. Is my company not enough?” He rasps, his hands smoothing out the growing ache in your belly.

A pout of your own spreads across your face. Reaching around blindly on the couch, you search for your phone, the object having been lost in the attack. The moment your fingers grip the cool metal you bring the object between you both, showing him the screen as you resume your doom scrolling. That’s exactly what it was feeling like too. Doom.

“Nothings wrong with it, don’t say that. I just… think I should talk to someone other than you for a change.”

That crease you love appears quick between his brows, his pout somehow deepening, like he’s truly having trouble grasping onto the concept. It’s kinda cute.

“Why?”

You can’t help but laugh at the childish whine to his voice but one look and you can tell he isn’t finding it funny like you are. Lightly slapping his chest as if that knock some sense into him, you look back to your phone, rolling your lip between your teeth.

“Because I want some friends; people to talk to about random silly things or— or you! Maybe I wanna talk to people about you,” you sputter out, trying to explain.

Something flashes over his face before a wicked grin takes over and he leans down, playfully nipping at your throat before soothing it with his tongue. Your heart flutters, arching your body into his.

“And what would you have to say?” He growls.

Another squeak leaves your lips at the present bulge growing in his pants. By now dinner is long forgotten and everything else is following close behind. The heat of his body pours over you in waves, forcing every little thought from your head.

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[revelboo]

Not necessarily a prompt, but a funny thing to consider for later in your tfa series. (long ask ahead)

Sentinel feels like the last bastion of sanity as he witnesses this plague of madness and degeneracy sweep through all these Autobots who've touched down on this rotten organic mudball. Watching them become infatuated with these tiny monoform organics who look uncannily like Cybertronians but wrong. Optimus, the slagger, and his entire team have not only fallen for these fleshbags but produced viable hybrid sparklings with them. Worse, he's heard word that Agent Blurr has a human of his own that he's bonded to, and a whisper that they're sparked.

Worse still is that his own Elite Guard are being distracted by these humans, trying to befriend them like they're scouting out potential mates for themselves and Sentinel Prime has to put his ped down before this gets out of hand. Too late, though, the Jettwins have snatched up and are sharing a human who adores them both and Jazz found himself a human who's distracting him from his duties by getting him into their nasty Earth music. To top off the nightmare, he's heard that the Magnus himself is planning a visit to Earth to see about these newsparks and congratulate Optimus on maybe having found a way to save their dying people.

Now he's facing down these Decepti-trash who are increasingly causing trouble in detroit because they're gathering supplies for some nefarious--THEY HAVE HUMANS TOO?? WHAT IS GOING ON? Okay, now he's thinking that these humans have some kind of weird sex pheromone thing going on because nothing else can explain Megatron having a human mate. But he's facing them down in combat in the streets of Detroit, and one of the Cons tries crushing him under the weight of a cement-mixer. He protects himself with his shield but is knocked to his knee and as the dust settles around him, he looks down to a spot of color on the ground and sees a human, dusty and scared but looking up at him with wonder in their bright little eyes.

"You... saved me..." the little fleshbag speak up to him, awe-struck and adoring and that look and that tone are everything Sentinel has ever wanted directed at him and not a single nano-klik in his entire life has been as viscerally terrifying as now, seeing and hearing it coming from a human. Because this is how it starts.

🤣 the xenophilia got him, but the xenophobia is fighting it.

I don’t know exactly what happened, but I suddenly have requests for the TFA elite guard right now…

C’est La Vie

TFA Sentinel x Reader

• “Push forward,” Ultra Magnus roars, but Sentinel can’t find him in the chaos of the battlefield. Can’t seem to pull in enough air through his vents to cool himself either, feeling his spark thrumming frantically as a massive Decepticon stumbles back from out of nowhere, crashing down through a building. And he’s frozen, staring, dimly aware of Magnus yelling at him to get up there. He’s not supposed to die here, he’s supposed to climb the ranks, achieve glory and fame. Be loved and respected.

• Caught in the mayhem, you’d taken refuge in the lobby of a hotel, too terrified to evacuate. You’re so small, they won’t notice you. Tell yourself you’re not worth their bother, but as one of the monsters crashes into the building, you’re driven out into the street when the wall and part of the ceiling cave in nearly on top of you. And there’s another one, blue, orange, and shiny as he bares his denta defiantly, facing the Decepticon down with fear. Heroic as he stands defiant.

• Oh, frag this. Frozen as the Decepticon shoves upright and spots him and grins, Sentinel stumbles back. Because the Academy hadn’t taught him how to deal with actual Decepticons that are three times heavier, much bigger than he is. And this isn’t any Decepticon. Servos trembling as Megatron lazily lifts his arm, cannon humming and Sentinel slams his shield down in front of him, crouching behind it. But the blow is only glancing as Magnus and Optimus come from out of nowhere, both attacking Megatron, driving the Decepticon back. That should be him. His victory. But he can’t move. He’s terrified as Optimus steals his glory.

• On your knees, hands over your ears as they ring, you stare up at your massive savior crouching over you. He’d not hesitated, had taken a step forward and slammed his shield down just on the other side of you. Protecting you. And his helm bumps his shield as his blue optics find you and stare. “You… saved me,” you whisper, voice ragged with smoke, fear, and awe.

• Staring down at the little, squishy organic gawking up at him, he wonders where the Pit you came from. Didn’t even know you were there. ‘Thank you, so much. You’re amazing,’ you babble as his lip curls in disgust. Even if it does feel good to be validated. To have someone appreciate him. Hears Magnus roaring at him to get his head in the fight. But you, you look almost worshipful as you stare up at him. And he likes it. Even if you are a disgusting little flesh bag. ‘A hero,’ you add. He is, isn’t he. “Stay close if you want to survive,” he growls, straightening. Because someone’s finally appreciating him like he deserves.

[booksonlyburninhell]

Dating Baby Saja HCs (SFW)

Felt like adding my 2 cents to Baby's characterization. Here's hoping there's a sequel or prequel that adds to the boys.

Some theories I'll be aligning with for this is that the saja boys (not Jinu) are the same boys from the shady dr.'s office photo, meaning they're younger demons who were already a struggling band before coming to work under Gwi-Ma.

His OG wish was to be famous with his friends, but it's. . . boring? Exhausting? He's not sure how to explain it but unless he's actively performing he's too emotionally tired to care about the fans anymore. Something about performing to people he's going to eat takes all the noy out of it. His only real energy comes from hanging with his friends and you, even if your time together is mostly naps since Jinu runs them so ragged with all their performances.

He lost most of his sense of taste after becoming a demon, so spicy food is his favorite since it's one of the few flavors he can taste. That is until he rediscovers candy. Be prepared to constantly have suckers, lollipops, and tootsie rolls on you because this boy be snack'n.

He genuinely loves performing, but creating songs ment to drag more people to hell isn't fulfilling. He'll work on little personal pieces (sometimes rap, sometimes not) and show them to you, but refuses to show the group in fear they get used in service of Gwi-Ma.

His spare time is limited, but when he's free he REFUSES to talk about work. No dancing or costumes. If you know he's a demon he'll shed the human disguise too. He wants to watch funny videos and cuddle with you and not think about returning to hell. He'll still sing sometimes under his breath, or some random beat will make him talk in a near-rap (faster with a loose rhythm, but not really fast enough to be called singing) for a bit. It's habit at thise point.

Which brings me to my hot take, Baby does not match his baby persona for the band. At least he didn't before the demon deal. The fact that he does now is a complete coincidence. Irl he was cocky and mischievous but also incredibly shy and introverted. Meme lord supreme over here, and is the only one in the group who knew/used Reddit. Looking back he feels like a try hard who clearly didn't know what he wanted in life.

After the deal though he started indulging in human life like his life depended on it. Soft fabrics instead of leather and metal, sweets instead of sinner's souls. He'll happy perform to keep his luxuries, and he barely speaks anyway so playing the baby of the group is fine with him. (Yes he's the smallest and the youngest and loves piggie back rides but don't tell anyone ok?)

He's the lyricist and yes his puns are intentional. He's constantly whispering jokes to you in private, even if you're alone. Hell is surprisingly loud and crowds aren't his thing, but he wants his jokes heard regardless. Sarcasm and deadpan jokes are his favorites. If you two witness anything even remotely funny together his lips will be at your ear in seconds, trying to make you laugh.

His guilt and shame stem from using his lyrical talents for ads or stuff he was never passionate about. Being a star was never his goal, just expressing himself with his friends. He didn't care that they weren't successful until he fell into poverty, then performing for cash became his everything. Now though he's falling in love with music again, and having you as his only "real fan" helps.

He switches between the blanket and the little spoon when cuddling, depending on how self conscious he's feeling about being "the baby" that day.

He absolutely REFUSES to let the group know you exist. Everyone knows about how Jinu is dating stalking Rumi and joke about it relentlessly. Gwi-Ma forbid they found out about you. He loves his friends, but Baby will keep you to himself thank you very much.

His shame is the biggest problem in the relationship honestly. His wish was to make money, to be so famous he would never want for anything else again. So his shame is the inverse. He's the least popular of the Saja Boys, the least shipped with people, the least loved.

The voices whisper to him constantly about him not deserving any of it. He didn't care when he was alive, not really, so why would anyone care about him now? It haunts him a little, and in these moments he'll try to push you away. He doesn't deserve you or your affection, not when being with him might drag you to the other side of the Honmoon. Still you hold him in these moments, cradle him in your arms and pepper him with kisses. It quiets the voices a little.

Basically make sure you shower this boy in love when you can. Words of affirmation and quality time are the best combatants to his shame.

He loves you so so much. In all his indulgences are yours if you want them. Wear his clothes, eat his food, he doesn't mind. He makes you pay for it in kisses.

You are forbidden from listening to the Saja Boys music. They are literally siren songs meant to pull in souls and you are not allowed to be their fan. You listened to SodaPop ONCE when you two met and never again. He actively refuses to let you come to a single concert or signing. At first you don't understand why your boyfriend doesn't want your support, but the second he trusts you with his true nature you avoid his group like the plague. Drowning out Saja Boys with other Kpop or even rock and metal music helps you stay in control of yourself.

You two met at one of the Saja Boys pop-up performances. He noticed you in particular because you were the only one not dancing to SodaPop, not until his rap section. Then you stopped when it did. The rest of the song sounded too much like an ad jingle to you. Too much like a purposeful earworm.

Still the idea that someone liked his piece and only his piece sent him spiraling. Like you were his fan, not a member of the pride. He immediately understood why some bands broke up and went solo. The personalized affection was like a drug, and he started seeking you out at every popup.

He didn't find you. At least not until he'd given up. It was an other coincidence actually. Baby had been walking through his old neighborhood. He'd just wanted one last look at his first apartment, the one where he'd survived off ramen and chips and spent hours practicing with his friends. Lo and behold you were the new tenant, decorating the place in a way that Baby never would have thought to, but still hiding your spare key in the same spot by the door. You talked for hours, bonding over snacks, the apartments little oddities (one of the windows is painted shut, why you two have no idea). Baby was smitten.

You both work to keep your relationship secret, if for no other reason than the fans might tear your head off for dating a Kpop star. That and his band members might eat you. That one in all honesty is a good reason.

An average date will start with him strolling into your apartment like he owns it (since he did once) and flopping down on your bed or couch. He'll vent for a bit before realizing he sounds like an imposition and go quiet. You'll feed him and kiss him and it'll slowly coax him into speaking again. Then you get to decide what you actually do together. If you can ever pry yourselves out of your cuddle knot that is.

[ashonheavenscloud]

p1harmony members when you don’t say “i love you” back

warnings: none!

a/n: requested! enjoy <3

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☆ keeho:

do NOT pull this stunt on keeho. he will be so offended and flabbergasted and he’ll immediately call it out. he says it quite often but always waits for your response. sometimes he might even say “i love you” first just to hear you say it back. so when you don’t respond as usual, instead just pecking him and walking away, he has to take a few seconds to recover from his shock.

he calls out to you, “what was that?” “what was what?” “what do you mean what was what, you didn’t say it back!”

waits in hopes that you’ll say it back now that he’s pointed it out—and will bother you to say it. if you’re stubborn enough not to give in, he’ll roll his eyes. “i see how it is. it’s fine, don’t say it then.” will act petty until you apologize or finally say the words he’s looking for.

will probably pretend to hold a grudge for a while after. makes you promise not to do it again, even if it was just a prank. is overall very dramatic about the whole thing. “you’re gonna have to say you love me every hour today to make up for what you put me through.”

☆ theo:

when theo says i love you, he doesn’t take it lightly. as someone who typically saves such words for special or intimate occasions, having you practically ignore him baffles him. when he comes behind you cooking and softly says “i love you,” your lack of response throws him completely for a loop.

stands there blinking for a second, wondering if you are too focused on cooking (but you’re just stirring) or didn’t hear him (even though his mouth is right next to your ear). cue more confused blinking as he waits for a delayed “i love you” back and doesn’t get one.

eventually his curiosity and confusion get the better of him. “did you hear me?” when you nod, he just stares at you. and doesn’t stop, even when you laugh. “theo, what are you doing?” more staring. you’ve broken him.

when you finally explain the prank, he comes to life again, exasperated. “ya! it’s not funny!” despite his show of annoyance he’s smiling, relieved it was just a dumb joke. goes back to normal the second you say i love you, with a kiss for good measure. “that’s what i thought.”

☆ jiung:

when jiung mumbles “i love you” into your ear while you’re cuddling in bed in the morning, he doesn’t think too much about it at first. he never really expects you to say it in return, he mostly just says it because it’s what’s on his mind rather than for a reaction or response. however, when he repeats the words later when you’re saying goodnight, and you still don’t say it back, he begins to feel like something is off.

immediately jumps to worrying. is something wrong? are you upset with him? or just upset in general? this isn’t like you at all, especially not twice. he waits for a couple minutes in case you bring it up, but when you don’t, he gently approaches the subject.

“is everything okay?” “yeah, of course! why?” “i don’t know, you just didn’t say i love you back earlier, and then again right now…”

he looks so genuinely concerned for you that you drop the act quickly and tell him that it’s just a prank. his worry melts away and he groans dramatically. “seriously? i thought something was wrong!” feels a little ridiculous for falling for it, but is good natured and laughs at himself. with his concerns eased, he repeats his goodnight, smiling when you, at last, say “i love you” too.

☆ intak:

intak LOVES saying i love you and LOVES hearing it from you, too, it makes him so giddy. so he notices it immediately when you don’t say it back when he kisses you before leaving for work in the morning. spends the entire day thinking about it, replaying the moment and trying to understand why you didn’t say it back. is both dumbfounded and anxious. did he upset you? are you mad? cannot fathom why you wouldn’t say it back unless something is wrong.

his concern would quickly turn into feeling kind of hurt and bummed about it. when he gets home, it would be obvious that something was bothering him by his posture and distractedness. you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he ruminates, constantly glancing at you with those inquisitive puppy eyes as you eat dinner like nothing happened.

doesn’t know how to bring it up and just goes kind of quiet, mind still trying to work out what to do and how to figure this out. while washing dishes, he’ll gather up his courage and gently ask you if there’s anything wrong. when you tell him no, of course not, he’s even more confused and worried.

he wouldn’t catch on ever and would just continue to sadly mull over your lack of response in his head so you’d have to tell him yourself that it was a prank. when you do, he practically melts into a puddle with relief. “oh my god, i thought i did something wrong, but i couldn’t figure out what-” will be extra clingy and will demand lots of kisses and “i loves yous” to make him feel better after being stressed about it the whole day

☆ soul:

in my head, soul doesn’t verbally say “i love you” all that often, preferring to save the words for special occasions and intimate moments. so when you don’t say it back, he takes it personally. will literally stare at you, waiting for you say it back

when you walk away instead, he stands in spot for a few stunned moments before following you. and staring again. and if you move again, he trails behind you, eyes practically burning holes in your head while he waits for you to give him the response he’s looking for.

after shifting locations three or four times, you are forced to acknowledge him with a laugh. “what?” “you didn’t say it back.” “what?” “i love you. you didn’t say it back.”

when you shrug and go back to what you were doing, it dawns on him that you’re probably looking for a reaction by pulling a prank. decides to make every effort to put you through hell until you confess your sins LMAO will poke your arm, get all in your space, continually demand you say it back until you finally give in and say it. and then you’re immediately forgiven. he kisses your forehead and goes back to whatever he was doing before like nothing happened, smiling to himself that he beat you at your own game

☆ jongseob:

please don’t ever ever ever do this to jongseob he will be STRESSED. he’s very conscious of the words “i love you” and the weight behind them and makes a point to say them to you at least once a day. when you’re curled up in bed together doing your own things, he gently kisses your cheek and says it.

when you hum in response instead of saying it back, he immediately loses his ability to think of anything else for the rest of the day. will play it off as nothing because he rationalizes that it’s not really a big deal. internally, he’s overthinking like nobodys business. why didn’t you say it back? were you just not feeling it? distracted? upset? maybe you’ve just reached that point in your relationship where you don’t feel the need to say it back every time. but you’ve never done that. are you upset with him? spirals. literally zones out and spirals.

later, he’ll make it more intentional: “you know i love you, right?” when you nod, he frowns. “okay, i’m not overthinking this, right?”

when you tell him it’s a prank, he sighs with relief and a bit of fond exasperation. “i was so stressed...” honestly finds it funny now that he’s not stressed about it, but will be a little petty for the bit. eventually just rolls his eyes, and relents with a “c’mere,” kissing you and telling you not to do something like that again for the sake of his well being

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[forsaken-headcanons]

More two-time-bothers-folks-for-funs headcanons.

1) Two time is a thief. A repeat offender too. They scary good at it

A collection of things they have successfully stolen from fellow survivors;

☆ several clothes from fellow survivors. There's a nest of them under a bed in one of the unoccupied cabins. Small stuff — one of Guests undershirts. Elliots employee tag. A spare of Chances glasses. Things that aren't.. incredibly missed.. but noticeably missing

☆ Several of Noobs Bloxy colas. They don't drink them , just.. keeps them within their hoard of other junk they keep stealing.

☆ They have successfully taken Shedletskys sword , Dusekkars staff , and Chances gun before. They didn't have it for long — but snagging it unnoticed was a win for them.

☆ During rounds it's not uncommon for them to sneak up and steal items from other survivors. They rarely get caught. They leave them elsewhere because they have no intention of using them but it doesn't stop it from being irritating and midly inconvenient

2) They use their sneaking skills for more than just hiding and jumping. More often than not , they'll sit quietly and listen to conversations not meant for them. And then proceeded to bring up the information they shouldn't know in later conversations.

3) Their inability to use all technology and machinery almost seems like a bit but it's not. They basically grew up in the woods in a cult that isolated them from the outside world and it's new ever changing forms of communication.

They jump when the TV is too loud ( they threw their dagger at it the first time they saw it , breaking it instantly. Luckily things in the lobby respawn). They poke at Builders machines like they're evil. It took them forever to figure out how generators worked.

They get how a lot of stuff works *now* and is mostly used to it but that doesn't stop them from pretending just to see whoever is explaining the basic concept of a phone to them get progressively more irritated

two time is a little shit confirmed? LMFAO WAIT imagine that the reason why they don't consume them anymore is because they once tried to use noob's slateskin potion and experienced what it was like to be stone unknowingly

imagining them trying to get the c00lgui is funny as hell too. they take it but also accidentally press a button which summoned a clone of themself in aimless wandering mode. instantly caught. 💔

[toyboy-molloy]

Heinrich was in a right state. He was covered in blood due to a split lip as well as having a black eye, several cuts and severe bruising. His mother fussed over him, alternating between cuddling him and dabbing at his wounds with an old cloth. His father paced the room, flexing his hands in rage. Uncle Henry stood in the corner of the room, watching with a quiet anger.

"I want whoever did this executed," Jitka demanded of her husband, stroking her son's hair, "people cannot go around attacking nobles like this."

"He started it, Jitka," Hans had stopped pacing but was still clearly tense, "there will be punishment but he must set an example," he addressed Heinrich directly, then, trying to avoid sounding too much like Hanush, "you nearly killed the other lad, Heinrich. You should be behaving like a nobleman! This isn't like you."

The heir bowed his head and refused to explain himself, his fists clenched tightly in his lap. Henry could see the boy was struggling, holding back from telling them the full story.

"Heinrich, is everything okay?"

Jitka scoffed, turning to Henry, "stay out of this, Henry. This is a family matter. It's likely you he learned this kind of behaviour from. Punch first, ask questions later."

"Enough," Hans snapped, sensing Henry was about to retaliate. This wasn't about the three of them right now. He looked to his wife authoritatively, "you're upset, Jitka. Calm yourself and have someone send for the sawbones."

"But-"

"Now," Hans' tone left no room for argument but Jitka made sure he knew she was unhappy, storming from the room and slamming the door behind her. Once he was sure she was gone, Hans let out a deep sigh and moved to sit beside his son, "alright. She's gone. Tell us."

Heinrich looked up, his gaze flitting between his father and godfather. He wrung his hands nervously as he let out a sigh.

"Marek got what he deserved," Heinrich started, running a shaky hand through his hair, "he was talking shit, saying the reason I don't have siblings is because..." he hesitated and Henry didn't even need to hear him speak to know what he was about to say, "because you would rather fuck uncle Henry than mother. That you were bad Christians and sinners and dirty just because of who you choose to love," Heinrich breathed deeply, trying to calm himself as he looked at his damaged hands, "so I shut his stupid fucking mouth myself."

"Hopefully permanently," Henry sounded somewhat impressed. Hans chuckled despite himself. He quickly shook his head.

"No, we cannot encourage this behaviour," he wound an arm around his son's shoulder, pulling him close, "but this filthy sinner can have him thrown in the stocks. I'm sure he'd love that."

"What if he tells everyone?" Heinrich said, looking between them with a panicked expression, "they'll believe it because I attacked him."

"Yeah, sure," Henry chuckled, sitting the other side of Heinrich, "before your pa fell head over heels for me," Hans rolled his eyes but smiled fondly, "he had quite the reputation around here. Just ask the butcher."

"Very fucking funny, Henry."

"My point is," Henry said with a chuckle, ruffling the boy's hair sweetly, "it's going to be fine."

Heinrich nodded, reassured that he hadn't completely fucked things up and ruined the lives of his two most favourite men. He got to his feet painfully, hugging them both and leaving to find his mother and the physician.

Henry kept his eyes on the door as it swung shut behind Heinrich, his tone thoughtful, "is it appropriate for me to say it's really fucking attractive when you get all authoritative?"

"Always, dear Henry," Hans grinned smugly, patting Henry's knee, "always."

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[reverd-ck]

a digital knock pt 2

read part one here if you didnt yet !!!

syp: bored out of your mind, you try texting your number neighbor- someone who’s number is just one off from yours.

cw: chronically online x chronically online, kenma x reader, smau, extremely self-indulgent, probably ooc, a lot of online references, timestamps do not matter. at all.

a/n:

- hello from copenhagen

- im the biggest liar bro i said i would be on hiatus cus im on vacation but i lowkey dont sleep on flights and what better thing to pass time with than make fanfiction with offline apps :33

- im gonna be so jet lagged.. when i finished the smau they were handing out BREAKFAST and i didnt sleep an inch

- “ouran cross” DIRECTLY taken from ohshc idc i had no ideas and sakura kiss was blasting in my ears so

- also idk if the grow a garden bit was accurate bc i have a life and i didnt play it (im too busy TIERING on PROJECT SEKAI 💔💔💔)

- sigh i wouldve included better pictures if i had internet and could download them but i had to survive off my own camera roll bc.. yk.. airplane mode…

- also the reason kenma has so much more engagement on his posts is… cus he has more followers WOW WHAT A GOOD REASON

- i didnt even screenshot the profiles bruh i didnt want to make this a full on smau series

- yapped too hard i had to make a part two 😔😔

- this was a hassle to format bc i didnt have my laptop with me so i didnt have copy and paste privileges 💔

- i wanted to make this before i left for vacay with my og idea then i saw a post that had the EXACT SAME IDEA WITH KENMA so i lowkey gave up… then i thoufht of number neighbors on the flight and i was like “wait i can make this work”

- i feel addicted to my phone smh

- my mom next to me thought i was texting someone and she was like “how r u still texting on the flight” how do i explain im texting myself but the other person is pretending to be a character

- she thinks i wont make it in life but whatevs

- reya @xianji if youre reading this YES that ask of “ken (you take a shower) ma (n)” i made a week ago was forshadowing this

- i thought i was so funny for coming that up

- okay holy yapptron bro

- btw “top dawg // SLAPPED BY KIYOKO ON 04/27” is nishinoya if you couldnt tell 😔 NOT tanaka bc he didnt get slapped

- instead bro got married so ig he won

- ily jf you read all of this

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[donvampiro]

Can we get a Sabo with a s/o that doesn’t understand his humor as easily as others. Not in the ‘I can’t take a joke’ way but in the neurodivergent way like ‘wait- what’s wrong with my hair? You said you like it like this l-…OOOOOH I GET IT NOW. Okay yeahh that’s funny-‘ but sometimes the joke processing can take a few seconds to a few hours too. The reader and social undertones sometimes just do not get along-

hello Anon! brooo this is just so suitable for Sabo somehow?? i love it omg. hope these lil HCs will meet your expectations! :) thanks a lot for your request. Love <3

@pure-kirarin take ur sabotonin its time

MASTERLIST - Welcome

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'Flop'

Sabo x (neurodivergent) gn!reader

whether you’re neurodivergent or neurotypical, it would never make much difference to Sabo, as long as you’re being yourself. besides, your atypicality — whatever its nature — would pose no problem for him. Sabo’s a man who is curious about different ways of thinking, patient with those he likes, eager to know what interests you and what doesn’t. no matter what happens, he’ll always try to understand you, to try to know what the world looks like through your eyes.

however, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be confused at first when he realizes you’re not very receptive to his jokes. your smile is so dear and precious to Sabo, every opportunity to make it happen shouldn’t be wasted. your happiness means a lot to him. so, he makes a point of trying to make you laugh... but for some reason, he flops a lot — which doesn’t fail to make Koala burst out laughing btw. his embarrassed expression is just priceless.

‘ugh, this book is quite gory!’, you cringed, closing the book in question as you showed Sabo the cover. ‘can you imagine?! one of the characters has lost the entire left side of their body…!’

— ‘oh yeah?’, he raised his eyebrows in astonishment, though the ghost of a mischievous smile lingered on his lips. ‘guess they’re alright now.’

you stared at him in confusion, frowning. his tone didn’t sound serious — was he joking? but there was nothing very funny about being cut in half…? he didn’t sound too unserious either. joke, not joke? it was hard to tell.

— ‘what do you mean “alright”? have you lost your mind? their body is cut in two!’

— ‘n-no, (y/n), i mean “alright” like they’re “all right” now, you see? since they don’t have a left side anymore.’, he chuckled nervously, still smiling, but painfully adding a new flop to his list.

you rolled your eyes, sighing through your nostrils.

— ‘you’re weird, Sabo.’ was the only thing you replied, leaving him mortified as you went back to your book.

sitting further back in the room, Koala genuinely thought she should clip every single one of Sabo’s reactions during these kinds of interactions.

if you can, please explain the situation to him. Sabo will never judge you. just let him know. tell him about any difficulties you may have understanding certain humorous traits; otherwise poor top-hat guy will overthink it and believe he’s being annoying and making your life hell with his lame jokes and puns.

‘is my sense of humor really that bad, Koala?’, he’d pout, slumped against the table in a defeated expression.

— ‘yes, it is’, she’d confirm nonchalantly while reading the newspapers, not really paying attention to the blond’s lament; which immediately made him raise his head.

— ‘hey, you’re supposed to comfort me!’, he’d groan, but all his dismay would soon fade away as he’d hear you giggling a few steps away, approaching him. Sabo would quickly readjust himself in his seat, flashing you a smile and showing himself to you in his best light, as if he hadn’t just been whining for minutes. ‘oh, (y/n)! what’s up? you seem in a good mood.’

— ‘i was just thinking–’, you’d grin, before shrugging casually. ‘what you said yesterday was kinda funny! i mean, the “alright” thing.’

he probably wouldn’t remember exactly everything he said yesterday. but damn, he’d be soooo happy and giddy to know you think he’s funny. no matter how long it would take. for your smile and laughter, Sabo’s ready to wait all the time in the world. Sabo’s ready to flop, over and over, if there’s still the little possibility that you might smile at his nonsenses at some point. you have time. don’t rush, it’s okay.

Sabo will always take the time to explain his jokes so that you can try to understand them too, even when he’s in public. he also tries to help you as best he can so that, little by little, you progress on this subject. nothing makes Sabo prouder than when you can understand a joke — whether it’s his or not — on the first try.

[spotsupstuff]

How do you make your drawings so expressive, especially in the facial expressions? I want to make my character drawings more expressive and I'm not really sure how to do so, so any advice on it, especially with expressions, would be very appreciated!

Great timing, right when I'm having a crisis about my abilities. -face in hands- I will Attempt to explain my processes around expressiveness to my best ability, however.

• What helps expressions quite a bit is asymmetry. I realized this some years ago, before I would be maticulously trying to achieve perfect symmetry.

One eye bigger than the other, adds to dynamicness of the expression, along with line of flow to the eyebrows.

• I'm fairly convinced even the smallest details can affect an expression.

• Lack of information is an expression, too.

Aka, leaving large amount of expression (if not whole) up to interpretation of the audience, but setting the general vibe by other means, OR using it as a set up for a funny reveal because lack of actually seeing the face gives it all an air of seriousness, usually.

• Imperfections and anatomical nonsensibility spawn their own specific feelings.

She has no business having that giant or small eyes, the mouth is too big, she doesn't have shark teeth like in the first picture, she doesn't have a tongue. He's got a mouth outside of the boundaries of his face. Those things help to say something, though.

Good example are also meme emoji drawings. These kinds have hyperspecific expressions, which is what sells them as memes, even if the reposter of the meme doesn't consciously picks up on it

• Posing, angles of camera, details within the anatomy, tiny adjustments within the facial features, add greatly.

To note here: slacked shoulders, different rotation of the torso, different angle of the torso (from below vs. more head on), neck squished by the shoulders vs stretched by the relaxation, mouth placed unrealistic more to the side vs placed more realistically and slightly open, eyes squinted on their bottom (flexing of the cheek muscles) vs relaxation [giving a more ,,In that moment, his expression fell", quite literally thanks to the relaxation], less extreme frown - the eyebrows are more leveled than arched - this gives more "concern" vibe than "anger" vibe.

-- example of posing:

-- example of angle:

In the case of characters with limited facial features (like Iterators, just eyes), one has to rely more on posing, anatomy details and angles. Exaggeration with both their lone facial feature and posing is a good idea, just gotta find the right balance between It and your desired weight of reality in the scene.

Outside aspects like the little anime expression signal thingies help out, too.

• And ofc also looking into animal behaviour to apply them to inhuman features boosts expressiveness.

Anatomical notes: jaw is hinged to the rest of the skull, meaning lowering it, moving it side to side and clenching it helps an expression come more alive.

Lips have their own volume, sticking them out from profile is Good. Shoulders are like another joint in arms- by which I mean the true root/anchor of an arm is more the point where clavicles connect to the sternum than the shoulder itself. They can be moved forwards and backwards. Moving them forwards for example boosts the feeling of curling in on self.

Here's an older compilation of Euros having a shit day for analyzation if you'd like.

[soluversworld]

About that one post

In the tags of TKATB post, I saw a post and before things go too far, I would like to address about it.

post https://www.tumblr.com/tenderlyfracturedscheme/787382689005240320/exposing-a-racist-and-predator-artist-in-tkatb?source=share

Before anything else, please note: The person being discussed is an artist in the (TKATB) fandom who goes by the username kazueisaloser. (Please make sure to read the Twitter post in question first—but also be aware that the post is entirely fake and misleading.)

In short, the person behind the post is accusing Kazue of racism and other serious STUFF. I want to clarify that, based on my personal interactions with Kazue, these claims are false. From what I’ve seen, Kazue has always come across as a kind, funny, and respectful person.

To be direct: the screenshots being circulated are fabricated/faked. This appears to be a group of minors attempting to “cancel” Kazue simply because she reminded them that they shouldn't be engaging with 18+ content or spaces.

This is well informed in X/twitter than here. So I'll link the people who spoke about it This post is just making people aware about the post before People go crazy.

1.

IVE 🎀 on X: "I don’t usually address things like this publicly, but for the sake of clarity — we have confirmation of her actual Discord account. This impersonation is false. Please stop spreading misinformation." / X

2.

Lalaluna on X: "We have plenty of evidence of you people making channels just to hate on Kazue, even if you’ve already deleted the server. It’s clearly one of you staging it because why is the conversation at the start different? And fyi Kazue’s actual discord has a toilet pfp frame btw. https://t.co/nvroF2SH94" / X

3.

emi🩶 semi-hiatus! on X: "Kazue NEVER behaves like this. We are friends with her in discord and all her socials are linked in her profile. I hope you know this is literally a cybercrime because this is already too much." / X

4.

Lalaluna on X: "Please explain how she’s the horrible one when you are saying all this about her including wishing physical harm and death upon her and now impersonating her too. All because she rightfully scolded a minor for being in a 18+ space. https://t.co/sKQq95AVGp" / X

Kazue responded to these allegations too. With evidence.

1.

Miss KAZUE! on X: "I refuse to take this poor impersonation attempt lightly. The first ss shows the fake account falsely claiming to be me, even copying my Tiktok profile description. The second ss displays my actual discord acc. I'll also show further evidence of this situation. (1/5) https://t.co/9ML0zjZbne" / X

More posts might come, exposing them as the time of posting this.

Please, for the love of god—don’t jump to conclusions based on so-called “evidence” without knowing the full context.

This is social media. Things can be faked. Screenshots can be edited. Narratives can be twisted. What looks like proof isn’t always the truth.

But the truth does come to light—eventually. So before you choose sides or spread accusations, take a step back. Ask questions. Look deeper.

Because once someone’s reputation is ruined, you don’t get to undo that damage just because you didn’t wait for the full story.

Let’s be clear: minors should not be in 18+ communities. Those spaces are labeled that way for a reason—because the content, discussions, and themes are not appropriate or safe for underage individuals.

And now, instead of respecting those boundaries, some of these same minors are creating fake screenshots and trying to cancel an someone—all because she gave a reasonable and necessary warning about staying out of adult spaces.

That is not okay. Minors are still responsible for their actions. Falsely accusing someone and faking evidence is serious, harmful behavior—no matter your age. Being young is not a free pass to lie or ruin someone's reputation.

[olliepop718]

🕊 Soft Moments with Yeosang

• He memorizes your routines: Not in a clingy way — just because he notices. He knows how you like your coffee, which side of the bed you sleep on, what your “I’ve had a long day” sigh sounds like. And without saying a word, he adjusts his world to match yours.

• Silent comfort when words aren’t enough: If you’re upset or overwhelmed, he doesn’t rush you to explain. He just pulls you close, rests his chin on your head, and stays there until you’re ready to talk. His presence says more than words ever could.

• Stargazing and shoulder touches: He’ll lie next to you under the night sky, pointing out constellations with that calm voice of his. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he’ll softly trace circles on your arm while whispering thoughts about the universe and how lucky he feels to have you.

• He packs snacks for you without telling you: Whether it’s a busy day or a long trip, there’s always something tucked into your bag — a granola bar, your favorite candy, even a tiny folded note. He never brings it up. You just find it later and smile.

• He shares his music but gets shy about it: When he plays you a playlist he made, he won’t look you in the eye. He acts nonchalant, but he’s secretly watching your reaction out of the corner of his eye, hoping you feel what he felt.

• Quiet laughs at your jokes: He doesn’t always burst out laughing, but he smiles, the corners of his mouth lifting, eyes crinkling. Sometimes he’ll lean in and say softly, “You’re so cute when you try to be funny,” even though he knows you actually are.

• He loves just existing next to you: You’ll both be doing different things — reading, gaming, working — but he’ll keep glancing over just to see you. Every once in a while, he’ll reach out to brush his fingers against your leg or hand, like a soft reminder: I’m here.

• Fixing your jewelry or clothes for you: Stray thread? Twisted necklace? He’s already fixing it with a focused look on his face, gentle fingers working carefully so he doesn’t hurt you. “Hold still,” he murmurs, then smiles when he’s done.

• He lets his walls down with you: When the world’s too much, you are his safe place. You see the softest version of him — the one who holds your hand under the covers at night and whispers, “Don’t leave. Ever.”

• He kisses your hand when you’re not looking: While you’re talking to someone else, distracted by something — he’ll bring your hand to his lips and press a light kiss to your knuckles. No words. Just love in motion.

[scriptseekstories]

Magic Fingertips

Yandere Hogwarts x Obscurus! Reader Part 3

A/N: should’ve bet this post on one of my moot’s soul because it would’ve been funny if I didn’t post today lmao

EAT MY HUNGRY PACK!! EAT YOUR SUSTENANCE

To say you were scared was an understatement. You were TERRIFIED.

Hogwarts?? The place that mailed Harry that forsaken letter that caused him to leave?? And the fact that Hogwarts was this palace of a school that teaches children to be witches and wizards that is completely closed off from “muggles”??

“Can’t I just go home?” You meeked out, aggressively pulling at Harry’s weird robes, but he only smiled this weird smile. “Why don’t you want to live with your brother?” Brother??

Yeah, you’re not going home anytime soon.

But maybe Hogwarts wouldn’t be too bad, it’s not like you had an interesting life before, just your mom and dad always hating on Harry and Dudley being annoying.

The actual thought of becoming a wizard with the magic you have that wasn’t just some weird superpower sounds promising. The only downside was Harry.

He was getting… weird the more he kept on ranting about Hogwarts. How safer you will be with him (the nervous eye shifting told you otherwise), how you’ll be friends with his own friends, and what house you’ll be in.

Your questions froze mid thought when you were immediately met with a giant of a man, leaving you terrified as Harry reassured you that this was Hagrid! The one who took him in when he turned 11!

Turns out since you were older than the first years, you’ll be having your own private housing ceremony. It was totally not a way for the Hogwarts staff to get a good look at who you are and be precautionary about your obscurus.

Harry insisted (more like begged with tears in his eyes talking about the sake of his baby “sibling”) on bringing Ron and Hermione to your private housing ceremony to bring a more comforting tension to ease stress from you.

“Nothing bad will happen, I assure you as your big brother-!” He ranted, “We’re cousins, Harry,” You cut him off, “No,” He smiled before ruffling your hair.

So anyways, the professors, Dumbledore, and Harry and his friends gathered after the first year’s housing to celebrate your own housing.

Naturally he told his friends about your situation, making Hermione extremely cautious about you, while Ron looked over and saw you were much younger than them.

“They don’t look dangerous,” He commented while you sat on a chair, nervous when McGonagall gently explained you will be wearing the sorting hat to determine your house.

Professors alike will quietly talk among themselves about the obscurus, looking at you with pity in their eyes. You hated that feeling, the same pity look Harry gave whenever he left to Hogwarts.

I don’t really know what house y’all want to be in, if it’s cliche to put you into Griffindor or Slytherin, so I’ll put it to interpretation.

But let’s say which house you’ll get into for the reaction of others.

If you got Griffindor: Harry will be cheering the loudest, probably holding up a sign he made to cheer you on, causing your embarrassment to skyrocket. McGonagall would also cheer, the hesitation about you being an obscurus gone and show she’s going to treat you as her cub. Ron and Hermione will be just as loud as Harry because they all share a braincell.

If you got Slytherin: Doesn’t matter, Harry will still cheer just as loud, but that will be another thing to make him stress over. Was this because you’re an obscurus? Because of that you were deemed evil by the hat? He will not STAND for this!! But, he’ll support you no matter what. Meanwhile, a professor watches you with piercing eyes that made you shiver from the moment the hat announced you to be in Slytherin.

If you got Hufflepuff: Harry’s infantilization of you will break through the roof and into the moon. Oh you will NOT be able to try and argue with him that despite being 12, you were not helpless, he will cradle you in his arms if he was able to. Sprout will also cheer for seeing you so small and meek she will make sure you will be the best botanist wizard ever.

If you got Ravenclaw: Your brains won’t save you from the coddling of your cousin. Harry will show you off to the world if he has to about how you’re so smart you got into Ravenclaw, like a proud father showing off his skilled kid. That will also have Hooch to immediately enroll you into Quidditch, either making you the mascot or her special receiver, not like Harry had any complains.

Afterwards, all the worries and fear of Voldemort washed away from everyone, their goal now is to nurture you and help you control your obscurus, to have you feel safe from Death Eaters.

Harry will hug you so tight while rambling on about meeting his friends, to which Hermione had to gently get him off of you as she saw you were turning a little blue.

“Hello, (Name), I’m Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley. I hope we’ll be best friends,” She smiled, her cautious nature about you instantly gone. Congratulations you are now deemed as her baby too, you were obviously scared and confused about everything so she will teach you everything.

“We just have to keep you away from real wankers out there,” Ron shrugged, before getting elbowed hard and him whining. That made you smile and walked out from behind Harry to be in front.

Ron only had Ginny as a little sister, but having you he had thought about his family adopting you into the family like they did Harry and Hermione. Of course the news of you being an obscurus hasn’t gone out beyond Hogwarts, so it made him worry of what his mother and father would think.

“Ron, Hermione, and I will make sure no one else would bother you!” Harry beamed with pride, seeing people already talking about the obscurus, not knowing you were the thing they talked about.

“Yeah… I think I will like it here,” You admitted, still weirded out by his clingy behavior, but decided this was a chance to be by his side again, maybe everything will be okay-.

That was until a bucket of mud exploded in your face the moment you walked through the halls. The trio was horrified as Harry frantically tried to wipe it off your face. Standing there in shock and embarrassment you heard some laughter by a group.

Hermione shouted at Draco, who insisted that it wasn’t for a whelp such as yourself. “MUD-blood? Get it? Obviously it was meant for a breed such as yourself,” He sneered, but still snickered as his prank still worked.

Harry and Ron instantly began to shout and tried to throw hands at the Slytherin, but your cousin stopped when a sudden blast of magic shot out from you, hitting everyone in the hallways.

“(Name)!” He tried to catch you, but a dark mass whacked his hand away as it formed around your chest, making you feel like you couldn’t breathe.

That was when you ran.

꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!! Why did I think this would be a home for me?! Was this punishment for my selfish behavior of wanting Harry back? Was this because I was so pathetic at not acting mature enough?’ Your self worth was depleting the more you ran down the hall.

Magic was bursting out of you, raising students in the air as you ran past them, portraits yelping when you knocked them around with waves of magic, causing destruction. But you didn’t care, you just wanted to curl into a ball from the humiliation.

Turning a corner, you pushed through thick doors and into a random classroom. It was a strange room, it felt like you were in an entirely different time period. Bottles organized in shelves, what looked like to be a chemist set on a table.

A classroom you assumed, but you couldn’t think about it more as you let out another sob, slipping over the mud that fell off your face. You turned to try and run again, before hitting a hard wall, or what you thought was a wall.

“What where you’re going, you foolish-!!” The man hissed, before stopping his insults when he saw your mud covered face, still crying while you began to frantically apologize for smearing mud on his robes.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t m-mean-! I-I couldn’t-!” Your anxiety was rising, causing your obscurus to cause more pain inside and outside. Potion bottles shook and began to shatter, your breathing quickened and tightened your chest. Your vision began to blur while tears kept on flowing down your cheek.

“Stop!!” A muffled shout as hands grabbed your shoulders. You couldn’t stop even if you wanted to, your breakdown was overtaking any logic, and your obscurus was eating away at you.

Snape knew this wasn’t going to end well if your panic attack was going to continue, so he pulled out his wand and pointed at you.

“Quietus!!” A glow formed around you, making you open your eyes to realize the noises around you stopped, and a wave of calmness washed over you. Your tear stained face looked at the professor

“Quit your crying, it’s not going to make this cleaning easier,” He hissed before waving his wand, and in an instant, the mud was gone. Magic was still a whole new subject, so you flinched when the heavy feeling of the mud was gone off your skin.

“There, now run off to class before I regret helping you,” Snape sneered. Of course the obscurus would immediately find him, he seemed to attract a the ones who cause him the most stress and pain in his miserable life.

But you didn’t move, making him turn to see you still sniffling, trying to wipe your tears and steady your breathing to not look like a crybaby in front of the others.

“What is it now? I assure you, your name will be grand news just like Potter’s-” He began with a sigh, not wanting to have this new problem face him with Voldemort back-

“I don’t want my name to be known! I don’t want people to see me as a monster!” You cut him off, somewhat calm by the charm he put on you, but the tears were still flowing. Snape took a step back in discomfort as you hiccuped.

“I didn’t even want magic, nevertheless becoming a wizard!! I just wanted my cousin back! A-and now he’s being all weird, and the obscurus, and I can’t go back home, a-and now the mud!” You felt pathetic like this. First the fact there’s dangerous magic inside you that can kill you, then being kidnapped and taken far away to be something you never thought to be, now apparent bullying caused your 12 year old self to break.

“I want to go home… but it doesn’t even feel like home anymore…” You didn’t even know where to go. Your parents would lock you away until the day you die if you even show signs that you were hanging with Harry, but here?

Snape looked around, uncomfortable with the whole crying child situation he was having right now, but took a deep sigh before guiding you to a chair.

“Now now, wipe those tears. Would want your face to be blotchy,” He grumbled, wiping a wet cloth to cool down your heated up face. You allowed him to, feeling embarrassed that you caused a mess in this classroom.

“Magic is going to be a part of you whether you like it or not, but you decide to hurt yourself by hiding it or embracing it for the… good,” Merlin, giving a student a pep talk, things really are going wrong for him, yet the way you stared at him made him continue.

“So don’t go around and cry over the little things, it’s not going to make things better,” Snape looked at you, “Believe me,” The way you looked at him in awe made him internally embarrassed himself. Dammit, he should’ve made you fear him! Now you’re staring at him like he hung the stars.

“I believe it’s in best interest that you return to Potter, wouldn’t want to hear him throw a tantrum,” He coughed, turning away as he heard Harry’s shouts for you. You nodded and got off the chair.

“Yeah…” You really hoped your outburst didn’t cause too much harm to the other students, you didn’t want to make enemies on your first day. You gave a wave goodbye as you grabbed the door handle.

“Oh!” You remembered, “You were at my “housing ceremony”, I never got your name because Harry… well, he doesn’t like you,” It was funny that Harry made sure you couldn’t even see the professor during your ceremony, but you caught a glimpse of him when making eye contact.

“…Professor Snape, is what you may refer to me as,” Nothing more. He couldn’t risk having you near him, especially not now with Death Eaters on the rise and he-who-shall-not-be-named. The history of an obscurus wasn’t well known, but the power of having on in control is dangerous to those filled with evil.

“Sounds like snake,” You hummed, before smiling a little, “I like snakes,” And with that, you closed the door, before immediately getting tackled by Harry, who cried and held you in his arms apologizing for what Malfoy did. Guess that was the boy’s name.

“You got the mud off of you! Did you get help?” Harry asked as Hermione and Ron caught up to you both, out of breath because Harry can RUN when he wants something.

“Yeah… I think I’ll be okay here,”

A/N: You know how many times Slytherin kept changing to Slutherin? 😭 I swear my phone hates me or loves me enough to let me know it’s funny.

ANYWAYS I TOLD YOU ON MY LIFE I WOULD POST IT TODAY.

NOW ONTO COOKIE RUN

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Chapter 4

Summary: You finally achieved your dream of writing and publishing a book and it goes well. It goes so well, your publisher wants you to write a second book. The only problem is the fans want it to be spicier and you have only had one very lackluster sexual partner in your life. Enter Kim Taehyung the cocky fuckboy of your past who is willing to lend a hand to a “friend” in need

Word Count: 7.3K

Paring: Taehyung/Reader (Side Jikook)

Rating: 18+ MDNI!!

Tags: Porn with plot, POV switch, slow building friendship, FWB situationship, blooming feelings??, playful banter between friends, there was only one very small couch... oh darn, cuddling, massages that turn sensual, erections, jerking off over clothes, kissing, Kim Taehyung has a big dick, handjobs, blowjobs, cum shots, cum eating.

Authors Note: I picked the nickname BabyBlue for a reason and this chapter explains why hehehhe

Thank you for reading! Likes and Reblogs are appreciated.

Series Masterlist

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“Oh, I am so excited to see my wedding dress again!” Mira chirped happily as she parked her car downtown.

The sky was clear blue, with big, wispy clouds that made it look like something out of a cartoon. The air was warm and bright, and everything was finally blooming after the long winter.

Today was Mira’s second wedding dress fitting, and as her Maid of Honour, you offered to go with her after your morning shift at the café.

You quickly went home to change in between, and just as you were tying your wet hair back, the doorbell rang. Mira showed up with a big smile and some croissants she had baked.

You ate as she drove you both to her appointment, filling you in on her morning so far as the windows were rolled down and the wind and sunshine felt nice on your skin.

You had yet to tell her about Taehyung; it wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was that things had gotten busy, and between working and wedding planning, you didn’t have a whole lot of time to talk about yourself.

You weren’t mad or annoyed; you knew when the time was right, you would tell her all about it.

Mira shot you a smile as she looped her arm through yours, and you both walked into the small boutique where she purchased her wedding dress.

Mira was one of the easiest brides you had ever seen. She seemed to be chill about almost everything about her wedding, and it only took her two hours to find her dress, and she picked your dress in under an hour.

“Ah, Mira, come here, my beautiful bride!” A voice rang out, and you both turned to see Mrs. Hana walk towards you with arms outstretched and a smile lighting up her face.

Mrs. Hana was a friend of Mira’s grandmother, and when she found out Mira was getting married, she insisted she shop at her boutique.

Today, the store was quiet, but people were milling about as Mrs. Hana took you to the private dressing rooms, and you sat on one of the plush grey chairs as Mira disappeared behind a curtain to try on her dress.

As you waited, you pulled out your phone and saw a couple of texts from Taehyung, and you couldn’t help but grin.

It had been over a week since that night you showed up, soaking wet on his doorstep, and things had taken quite a turn.

You went from thinking he was a stuck-up jerk to him becoming someone you may…eventually…consider a friend.

After the steamy makeout session, you ate and talked things out, coming up with more of a solid game plan as to how to go about this.

Taehyung was surprisingly thoughtful as you came up with a sort of lesson plan to follow, so you didn’t get sidetracked or accidentally jump too far ahead.

It seemed jumping too quickly could become a problem, especially after that kiss.

Especially after how hard his cock felt under you as you straddled his lap

And especially how badly you wanted to get on your knees that night and suck him off.

Though you would never admit that to him

His ego was big enough.

And so was his-

Anyway

You stuck to an easy friendship for now. Taehyung sending you occasional memes and funny videos. You're sending some back. Asking about each other’s day

You know

The things friends do

Tonight was his monthly movie night, and this time he pleaded that you show up.

It had to be moved to monthly because everyone had responsibilities now, but Taehyung told you it was still important for his friends to get together at least once a month or more.

“We can’t get lost as zombies in the workforce. We have to remember how to have fun.” He told you that night after you set ground rules for how this would work.

Tonight would be your first night going since University and you were nervous, but you didn’t know why. It would be the regular group, though you guessed things were different now that you and Taehyung were friends-with-benefits.

The curtain slid open, and you stared in awe as Mira stepped out, looking like she belonged in a wedding magazine, as Mrs. Hana cooed and helped her to stand on the platform so she could get to work pinning her dress.

“God Mira, you look incredible.” You gushed as your best friend smiled at you, and Mrs. Hana agreed.

You quickly texted Taehyung back, telling him that yes, you are still coming tonight and yes, you and Mira would pick up snacks.

With that, you shoved your phone into your purse so your focus would be solely on Mira.

“I think I can take in a little more on the sides, dear.” Mrs. Hana said as she expertly pinned the dress up, and Mira nodded.

“Oh, and why don’t you get in your dress too, so we can see how it fits, dearie?” She asks, looking at you with a soft smile as you nod and head to the dressing room next to Mira’s where your dress is already hanging.

You pull the curtain closed, but something seems to stop you in your tracks.

You stare at the dress longer, trying to figure out what it is, until the light bulb goes off and you let out an audible groan.

“What’s wrong?” Mira asks. She must still be getting her dress altered, as her voice sounds far away.

“Mira. Did you pick the colour of this dress on purpose?” You ask, carefully taking off your clothes and sliding the dress off the hanger.

“Well, yeah. You know how the saying goes. Something old, something new, something borrowed, and you, my best friend, are my something blue!” She says as Mrs. Hana coos at how sweet that was.

And it was sweet.

Except the shade of blue she picked reminds you of a certain nickname a boy with fluffy hair and a mischievous smile gave you all those years ago.

How did you not notice during your first dress fitting?

You carefully step into the dress and pull the straps over your bare shoulders. You smooth everything down and stare at the shade with distaste as you pull the curtain open and Mira gushes.

“Oh, it’s so pretty on you!” She says as she steps down from the pedestal to let you have your turn.

“What’s wrong with the colour? It looks wonderful on you.” Mrs. Hana asks innocently as she begins to bunch up the fabric and play around with the length of the dress.

“Baby blue, Mira. Really?” You deadpan as her eyes widen, and she can’t help but throw her head back and laugh.

Oh, you are never going to be living this one down.

“He’s going to have a field day with this.” You hiss as Mira continues to cackle, and Mrs. Hana is still pinning your dress, oblivious to what is going on.

“It’s—I didn’t even think of… Oh my God, that’s hilarious.” She giggles, still standing in her dress as you jut your bottom lip out in a pout and sigh.

“He’s never going to let me live this down.” You whine as Mrs. Hana stands up and stares at you in the mirror.

“Does this have something to do with a boy? I can always tell when it’s about a boy.” She says as she begins to play with the fabric of the straps, as Mira is grinning behind you.

“Yes, it’s about a very infuriating boy.” You sigh as Mrs. Hana pats your arm sympathetically, but Mira isn’t about to let it go so easily.

“You know, you never did tell me what happened that night. Imagine my surprise when he is the one to call me and tell me you showed up at his door. After this, we are sitting down, and you are telling me the full story. All I know is he was willing to help you. There’s more to it than that.” She accuses you with a playful finger wag as you stand there and feel your face heat up.

Because yeah…there was more to it.

The kiss was….electric and made something awaken inside you that seemed to be dormant for years.

And now you were…kind of…sort of…friends.

Fate was so strange sometimes.

“What happened with this boy?” Mrs. Hana asked as Mira raised an eyebrow.

“To make a very long story short, we went to University together and he gave me the nickname BabyBlue after an unfortunate incident with a drink staining a top. Mira here decided that this dress should be almost the same shade of blue because she likes to torture me.” You respond as Mrs. Hana hums and is still working on pinning the straps.

“I didn’t even think about it. I mean, yeah, he’s invited to the wedding, but it’s not like he’s standing up there with you. It will be Jimin, and you know he won’t tease you about it.” Mira points out that you grit your teeth.

Because yeah, Jimin would never.

But he was also Taehyung’s best friend.

“Please don’t tell him about this. I don’t think I can take months of teasing. One day of teasing, sure. But three months. I’ll die.” You plead as Mira giggles at your dramatics.

“I think it’s more of a blue and grey myself, dearie.” Mrs. Hana adds helpfully as Mira snickers behind you, and you fight the urge to shoot her the finger.

Lovingly, of course.

“If he says anything, we are telling him it’s blue-grey.” You snap as Mira is still giggling behind you and luckily for you, the pins are all in place and you can step down and get changed.

Before you know it, you are bowing to Mrs. Hana and exiting the shop back out into the sunshine as you make your way to Mira’s car.

You still have two hours until you have to meet Taehyung and the others, and you tell Mira the boys want you to pick up snacks on the way.

“Fine, we will pick up snacks, but first, we are getting coffee, and you are telling me what the hell happened with you and Taehyung. He’s texting you now? You guys are….friends?” She asks as she puts the car in drive, and you feel yourself blush and play with your fingers.

"Uh, kind of.” You say as Mira gives you a hard stare at a red light.

“Spill.” She says

And you do.

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Taehyung double-checked that his place was clean as he waited for everyone to show up.

He had plenty of movie nights with his friends, but this one was making him especially nervous because you were going to be showing up.

And well

Things were going well with the two of you.

Like, really well.

Most of Taehyung’s friends-with-benefits had just been girls on the side who he texted when he was horny or bored, but with you, he wanted to get to know you. He wanted the friendship part, so he started to send you memes.

You both eased into a sort of friendship, and he found he was enjoying your company.

Taehyung never had a friend who was a girl before….and he kind of liked it.

Nothing else had happened since that night you showed up on his doorstep, soaking wet, and tonight would be the first night he would see you since.

So yeah.

He was nervous.

He decided to wear his comfy black pants that almost looked like dress pants and a tucked-in white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off his arms.

He wanted to look nice but not look like he was trying too hard, as he knew his friends would call him out on it right away.

Speaking of his friends, the group chat had been bombarding him with notifications ever since he told them you were his new friends-with-benefits.

Hoseok was weary and wanted to know what the hell had happened.

Jimin was overjoyed and already planning out your dates.

Jungkook was cocky and said he knew the two of you would get together all along.

Taehyung had to explain that no, you two were not dating; he was just helping you write your book, and that was it.

And after much teasing and joking, it seemed his friends finally got it all out of their systems and told him they were happy he finally found someone good.

Taehyung gave up trying to convince them that you both were not a thing, so he muted the chat and went to the gym instead.

He also needed a distraction because that kiss was….

Electric

Hot

Sexual in a way he had never felt before.

Taehyung had never gotten so close to cumming from just a kiss and it kind of scared him.

He didn’t want to mess this up with you. With your vulnerability around sex, with the wedding coming up, he knew there was too much at stake to overthink this, so he would treat it like every other situationship he had.

Keep it cool and chill.

The doorbell ringing made him jump, and he answered it to see Hoseok standing there holding up two giant pizza boxes.

It was always the same.

Taehyung hosted

One of the other boys brought food.

The others brought drinks.

And this time, you and Mira were bringing snacks.

“Hey! Help me with these, will you?” Hoseok asked as Taehyung helped take a box and brought it to the already cleared-off coffee table.

The door opened again, and Jungkook and Jimin entered with drinks in hand as they shucked off their shoes and helped get everything set up.

“So when is your lover arriving?” Jungkook teased Taehyung as he wiggled his eyebrows, and Jimin giggled next to him.

“She’s not my lover; it’s just a friend helping a friend.” He explained as Jungkook’s eyes grew wide and a bigger smile appeared on his face.

“I was talking to Hoseokie. No need to get defensive, Taetae.” He sang almost gleefully as Jimin giggled beside his boyfriend.

“This is her first movie night, so can you all at least try to be on your best behaviour and not scare her away?” Taehyung pleads as the doorbell rings, and he feels his heart start to race under his shirt.

“Ooo, better go answer it, lover boy.” Jimin sings this time as Taehyung shoots him the finger and ruffles his hair before answering the door.

Mira was standing there with bags of snacks in her hands, but Taehyung hardly looked her way as he was too focused on you.

The memory of your kiss plays in his mind.

Shit.

He couldn’t think of that right now, or he would get hard.

You looked nice in a short-sleeved shirt and tight leggings as you smiled softly at him.

“Ah, you did bring snacks, thank you!” He said politely as he moved out of the way to let you in and tried to shoot his friend’s warning looks without getting caught.

Mira handed you the snacks and walked over to Hoseok to wrap him in a kiss, and Taehyung averted his eyes just in time to see Jimin and Jungkook already claiming the main couch by grabbing blankets and tangling up in each other.

“Well, I guess we are the fifth wheel, huh?” He whispers to you as you crack a smile.

“Come on, lovebirds, break it up or the food will get cold,” Taehyung called out as Mira and Hoseok broke from each other, and Hoseok shot Taehyung a glare.

“You guys are going to be together forever; you can kiss whenever you want. This pizza, however, will not last forever so let’s dig in, yeah?” He says as he watches Hoseok bring Mira to the love seat on the left, which means you and Taehyung will be cuddled up in the small recliner.

He grits his teeth.

His friends definitely did this on purpose.

“What about you two? You going to kiss or what?” Jungkook asks, as Jimin covered his mouth with his hands to try to muffle his giggles.

Taehyung rounded the couch and smacked the boy on the back of the head, but you decided to take it a step further and respond with, "You wish Jungkook.” Which caused everyone to burst out into joyous laughter and for Jungkook to blush.

“Kookie, be quiet and pick the movie. I think it’s your turn, which means buckle in, people; we are going to be watching a very boring action flick.” Hoseok said as Jungkook stuck his tongue out at his friend and grabbed the remote.

The recliner was too small to eat comfortably on, so you and Taehyung chose to sit on the floor until you were finished eating.

The lights were dimmed, and the action movie started as the couples all got tangled up in each other, and Taehyung tried his best not to focus on how close you would be sitting to him once the food was done.

After eating, you both made your way to the recliner. Taehyung sat down first, and you had no choice but to lie on your side with your head against his chest and your leg thrown over his. He could see Jimin giving you both heart eyes, and he shooed his friend off as Jimin giggled against Jungkook’s shoulder.

It was nice to have you in his arms.

Taehyung was so used to hard and fast fucking he forgot how nice casual intimacy could be and this was…nice.

About an hour into the movie, Taehyung moved from the recliner to get everyone drinks, and to his surprise, Mira joined him in the kitchen.

“What are your intentions with my best friend?” She asked sharply as Taehyung got to work getting out water bottles for everyone.

“Uh, what?” He asked as the fight scene seemed to be picking up speed, and his walls almost shook from the sound.

“You heard me. What are your intentions with her?” Mira asked with arms crossed and shot Taehyung a sharp look.

He swallowed hard.

“Uh. I mean, she was the one to come to me. I’m helping her with her book.” He stammered, suddenly feeling like a little kid who was in trouble under Mira’s sharp gaze.

“You better not hurt her, Taehyung, or I have the honour of chopping your balls off. It’s in the friendship code.” Mira says as she takes some of the water bottles from his hands.

“I-uh? Did she say the same thing to Hoseok when you two started…?”

“Yes, she did. Again, it’s friendship code.” Mira points out.

“You told me to go easy on her over the phone, and I am. Promise.” Taehyung replied as Mira sent him a curt nod and turned on her heel, heading to the living room with water in hand.

Girls were so weird sometimes.

By the time Taehyung got back, Mira was snuggled into Hoseok’s side, acting like that strange conversation never happened, and Taehyung took his place back on the recliner, grabbing a blanket to throw over both of you as the movie dragged on.

Halfway through the movie, you began to get antsy in his arms and Taehyung watched as you squirmed and looked bored.

“You okay?” He asked lowly as you looked up at him and jut out your bottom lip in an adorable way.

“This movie is so boring. I’m bored.” You whine as Taehyung chuckles.

“Jungkook always picks the worst movies. We all just kind of sit through it.” He assures you as you giggle and bury your face into his chest.

Can you hear how fast his heart is beating?

He hopes not because that would be embarrassing.

You grow silent and stop squirming, so he turns his attention back to the movie, but not for long when he feels the hand across his stomach start to move in slow, soothing circles.

You were massaging his lower stomach where the top of his pants sat, and Taehyung felt oddly comforted by it. You took your time skimming your fingers along his skin, which made the hairs on his arms stand and a shiver run down his spine.

Whatever plan you had, Taehyung sat back and let you do it as the movie seemed to finally get sort of interesting. Though he was having a hard time following the plot when your hand was running across his body like that.

Your sneaky hand slipped into the top of his pants, and Taehyung’s whole body went rigid as you played with his neatly trimmed pubic hair.

You weren’t doing much, just massaging a little lower but it caused his cock to stir under his pants and he gritted his teeth as he tried to stop himself from getting hard around all his friends.

“Is this okay?” You asked softly as you stared up at him with innocent eyes, and he nodded as his teeth dug into his lip because, yup, your hand in his pants was making him hard.

Embarrassingly, achingly hard

He tried to concentrate on the movie… Or that his friends were sitting mere feet away, but when your hand slipped out of his pants to cup his bulge, Taehyung found that he was laser-focused on everything you were doing.

You were innocent in your touches, just taking your time and exploring him as his cock fully hardened under your warm touch.

You looked up at him again, and Taehyung nodded again as you rubbed him from root to tip softly; then, when you seemed to get the hang of that, you applied more pressure, making his eyes nearly roll in the back of his head.

You applied extra pressure to the sensitive head of his cock, which made it leak precum and twitch under your skilled fingers.

What was it about you that turned him into a horny teenage version of himself?

He had many girls put their hands on his cock but it never felt like this.

You continued to rub him through his pants innocently as the movie ended, and when the credits rolled, you pulled your hand away and smiled up at him as if you hadn’t kept him on edge for the last ten minutes.

Taehyung quickly flipped his cock up so it was trapped in his waistband as everyone hopped up and started cleaning.

The sun had set hours ago. Taehyung watched as everyone left, and he was disappointed to see you leaving with Mira giggling at something she said.

Once the door closed, Taehyung grabbed his phone and raced to his room to jerk off.

His cock felt too hot, too hard to go down on its own and fuck… he had to cum.

He closed the door and shoved his pants to his ankles when his phone dinged.

He stared at the message from you with a groan.

You: Made Mira drive me home so she didn’t suspect anything. Is it okay if I come back and we work on some stuff for my book? The movie was just a warm-up.

Taehyung’s heavy cock twitched as he typed out a reply and threw his phone on his bed.

Fuck you were going to jerk him off tonight.

And if he was this hard from some light touches, he knew he would be fucked.

Taehyung placed one hand on the wall and with the other, he fisted his cock. If he didn’t cum now, he knew he would cum the second you got your hand around him. He was too pent-up for this.

Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut and just the memory of your body on top of him, grinding into his cock as the prettiest moans left your lips and the way you felt so fucking wet on top of him had hot ropes of cum spurting from his cock as he worked himself through his high.

Thank fuck he jerked off ahead of time because he had not cum that fast since he was a teenager.

Taehyung quickly cleaned himself off as he saw the text, You were on your way.

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He was putting away the blankets when you rang the doorbell, and he quickly straightened up his shirt as he raced to answer the door.

You smiled at him as he let you in, and you took off your shoes as Taehyung stood there awkwardly awaiting the next move.

“Long time no see.” He teased as you grinned and made your way to his couch, but his hand closed around your wrist, stopping your movements.

“The bedroom might be more comfortable.” He states, raising an eyebrow as you nod and follow him through his house, turning off lights as you go.

Taehyung turns on his bedside lamp, which casts everything in a warm glow, and he takes his time rolling down his sheets.

He feels slightly on edge as you enter the room and place your small notebook on his side table.

You asked him if he would be okay with you taking notes as you went, and Taehyung agreed at the time, but now, seeing the notebook with little yellow smiley faces on the cover, it was making him nervous.

“So you survived movie night.” He said softly as he sat on the bed, and you followed his lead.

The air was thick with tension, and Taehyung felt anticipation in the air.

“Yeah, it was good. The movie was awful, though.” You pointed out as Taehyung giggled, and you smiled at him.

“See, hanging out with me isn’t so bad.” He teased.

“The jury is still out on that one, you know.” You tease back, and both of you fall into a comfortable silence.

“How did it go with Mira today?” He asked after a while.

“It went well. She got her dress altered. I also got mine altered.” You explain, looking up at him with a happy smile on your face.

“I know her dress is white but what colour is yours?” He questions as a pretty blush coats your cheeks.

“Did Mira talk to you or something?” You ask suspiciously.

“No. I mean. Yes. But she cornered me in the kitchen and wanted to know my intentions with you. Told me she would chop my balls off if I hurt you,” he explained dramatically, cupping his balls and loving the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed.

“So she gave you the talk. I figured it would happen when I told her what was going on between us.” You explain as you tell Taehyung how, after the dress fitting, you and Mira went out for coffee and she got the story out of you.

You both fell into a silence again, and Taehyung knew he should get to the point of the night, but he didn’t want to just yet. He liked sitting here and talking to you. It was the same feeling he got when you were in his arms; it was just…nice.

“So, how did the kissing scene go? Did your editor like it? I put a lot of work into that, you know.” He says, shooting you a goofy smile.

Your eyes light up, and you begin to babble about how much your editor liked it and how she thought it would change your entire story. You told him how you felt better about writing spicier things and how you were working on some plot for the story, so you had some time before you were thrown into the fire of writing spice again.

Taehyung cocked an eyebrow.

“So why did you want to come over again tonight? Couldn’t get enough of Captain Kim Taehyung?” He puffed out his chest in pride, and you rolled your eyes and playfully pushed him down on the bed, climbing on his lap in a way that made his body light up.

“You know it.” You deadpanned as he sat up against the pillows, keeping you on his lap as he got comfortable.

“No, really, why did you come back tonight? I mean, I have a hot girl in my lap, so I’m not complaining; I’m just…curious.” He asked as his hands were drawn once again to your hips, and he held you steady against him.

“I have a little bit of time before the couple in the book starts something sexual; I just don’t want to wait till the last minute and show up at your door soaking wet and begging you to help me, you know.” You say with a grin.

“It did work out for you last time, you know. From what I remember.” He teases, eyes purposely flicking down to your lips.

“Mhmm, was it that memorable for you?” You ask, batting your eyelashes playfully at him.

“Maybe. I don’t know; you might have to remind me.” He says as you waste no time in capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

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Taehyung’s lips feel heavenly against yours, and you take your time savouring the way he tastes faintly like pizza as you move your lips in time with his.

This time you don’t hesitate to rest your core against his cock as you tangle your hands in his hair and kiss him.

Still electric

Still hot

This time, you break away first and take your time exploring his jawline and the spot under his ear that makes his breath hitch and his eyes roll back.

Your hands playfully run down his chest through his shirt, and he shivers as you touch him.

His hands help you rock against the hard ridge of his erection, and you whine when you feel its fullness against your core.

You had to admit touching him during the movie got you a little hot and bothered and you didn’t want to wait to see him again or to finally see his cock, which was why you offered to come back after the movie.

Taehyung moans, bringing you back to reality as you continue to swivel your hips against him, loving the friction.

“Thank fuck I jerked off before you came over. Jesus, the things you do to me.” He whispers as your lips trail down his neck to suck at his collarbones and Taehyung softly pushes you away for a moment so he can take his shirt off.

Your eyes widen when they are met with toned and tanned skin. All those hours of playing soccer gave Taehyung a body that was lean and strong. His chest was defined, his stomach was taut, and you nearly moaned when you saw the small patch of hair that led into his pants.

“I’m magnificent. I know.” He chuckles as you run your hands down his chest and stomach, letting your blunt nails trace over his skin and leave goosebumps in their wake.

“You jerked off before this?” You asked softly as your eyes met his, and you saw the shy blush paint his cheeks and neck as he nodded.

“I, uh, I wanted to last for you. And touching me during the movie. I mean. Fuck.” He explains as you snicker.

“You were going to blow your load from some light touches? The Taehyung I know would never fall so easily.” You tease.

You are desperate to taste his skin so you don’t wait for his reply as you dip your head down and begin to trail kisses down his chest and stomach, making him suck in a breath and grip the sheets.

“I—sh-shut up.” He stammers as you giggle against his skin.

You slowly move off of his cock to kneel beside him and really take him in. The light from the lamp casts his skin in a warm glow, and you can’t help but run your hands down his body again.

God, he is so attractive it’s insane.

And kind of annoying at the same time.

How the hell does he get to walk around looking like this?

You see his cock standing proudly under his pants and the tent it makes is quite impressive.

You felt confident during the movie, even a little powerful but now that the time had come to actually see his cock and make him cum, you had to admit you were a little hesitant.

“Talk to me, what’s going on?” He coaxed as your eyes snapped to his, and you ran your hands down your lap in nervousness.

“I’m…nervous.” You whisper as Taehyung smiles softly at you and grabs your wrist, rubbing soothing circles against your heated skin.

“What changed? You were fine during the movie.” He asks as you close your eyes and let out a shaky breath.

The truth was you weren’t sure about how good you were at giving handjobs. Anytime you tried to initiate anything sexual with Simon, he usually shut you down. When you actually did have sex with him, he hurried through most of it, almost as if to get it done and over with.

You had made him cum through hand jobs and blow jobs but it was so rare that you weren’t even sure if you had been doing it right.

What if you didn’t do it right?

What if you were awful at it?

What if Taehyung laughed at you?

“Want to do it together?” He asks, snapping you from your thoughts as you nod, and Taehyung calmly grabs your hand.

He brings your hand to his clothed cock and helps you stroke him through the material of his pants.

When you get in a groove, he pulls his hand away and lets you explore.

Just as he did during the movie, he feels hot and hard under your palm. When you rub the head of his cock, you feel it twitch under your fingers and knowing you affect him like that gives you a surge of confidence.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” He moans, throwing his head back against his pillows as his lips part and his tongue darts out to lick them.

You take your time exploring, and when you run a finger up and down his length, Taehyung’s hips jerk into your touch, causing you to giggle.

“I think you were playing me before. You’re a natural.” He praises you as you smile and begin to jerk him while kissing his stomach and chest.

You can feel slight wetness coating your palm and when you look down, you see him leaking through his pants where his cockhead sits and fuck if that doesn’t send a shot of arousal through you.

You stop your movements, which makes Taehyung’s head shoot up as his eyes lock on yours.

“I think. I think we should take your pants off. Before we ruin them, you know.” You explain as Taehyung nods and sits up, looping his fingers through his pants and pulling them down.

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You are staring at his cock.

His very erect, very wet cock and you gasp.

Taehyung knew he could tease you a bit and pull his pants down slowly; girls usually loved it when he did that, but he also could feel the nervousness radiating off of you, so he decided to pull his pants down quickly.

His cock smacked against his stomach, smearing it with precum, which made him wince as you studied him.

You gasped, and Taehyung’s eyes snapped to yours to see you staring at his size with shock written all over your face.

“You—holy fuck, no way is that going to fit inside me. You’re huge!” You exclaim, staring down at his length like it was a venomous snake, and Taehyung fights the urge to laugh.

“Already thinking about me fucking you. Kinky.” He teases as you lightly nudge his arm, and Taehyung doesn’t miss the way you squeeze your legs together.

You are trying to be subtle, but he notices.

You’re turned on by the sight of his cock.

God, he can’t wait until you’re comfortable enough to let him get his hands on you.

“No, I just—I mean—I know I felt it; I just didn’t think it was that—you know what? I’m going to shut up now.” You stammer, smacking a hand over your mouth, which causes his lips to twitch.

You were so damn cute when you got all red and flustered.

Which was why he loved teasing you so much.

“You can touch it, you know. It doesn’t bite.” He reminds you as you shoot him a hard stare and uncover your mouth.

You don’t make any moves to touch him, so Taehyung takes matters into his own hands. Literally.

He grabs his shaft and begins to stroke himself slowly, letting you watch how he does it. Hoping it will make you more comfortable with getting your hands on him.

Because the only thing he wants in the world right now is to feel your hand jerking him off.

“It's easy, Babyblue. Just up and down. Slight pressure. I personally like it when the girl plays with the head of my dick but every guy is different.” He coaches as you seem to finally gain the courage you need to circle your fingers around the base of his cock.

Taehyung knows he is bigger than average. He also knows that some girls went after him simply because he was big. However, seeing your small hand wrapped around his base was making him harder than he had ever been.

You slowly and carefully jerked him off as Taehyung let out breathy moans and small encouragements to help you with your confidence.

Every swipe of your hand from root to tip was sending sparks of arousal down his spine, and he could feel his stomach coiling in pleasure.

Eventually, you grew bolder as you began to jerk him faster and apply more pressure. You took the precum that was leaking out of his slit and dragged it down his cock, making his back arch off the bed and moans leave his lips.

You brought your other hand down to lightly cup his balls and his cock twitched and throbbed in your hand as you grinned wickedly at him.

Yeah, you were getting the hang of it now.

And yeah, it was turning Taehyung on more and more.

You waste no time in jerking him and once again bringing your lips to kiss his warm skin. The combination of your hand and lips sends Taehyung arching off the bed again, and he tightens his hands into the sheets.

He needed something to anchor himself, or else he was convinced he would float away in space.

That’s how good you were making him feel.

Your hot kisses continued down his stomach and when you kissed the root of his cock, he nearly cried out at how good it felt.

You remove your hand to kiss up his length, and when you suckle the head, he hisses, and you pull back in shock, but he grabs your arm to stop you.

“Teeth. Just be careful… don’t stop. Please.” He almost begs as you nod and bring your lips to his cockhead.

This time you focus on light kisses and small sucks as Taehyung is losing his mind under your ministrations.

You grow bolder as you suck his cock head into your mouth, being careful of your teeth as you hollow out your cheeks and make him cry out and thrust into your mouth.

You don’t seem to mind as you bring your hand back to his shaft and jerk him off in time with your sucks.

Taehyung gets the hint as he continues to lightly fuck your mouth as you work him faster, making the coil in his stomach tighten even more.

Oh god, it feels so good.

Oh god, he’s going to cum.

He doesn’t want to. He wants it to last forever.

If somehow he ever got the death penalty, the last thing he would want before he goes is your wet mouth against his cock.

It feels like heaven.

“Gonna-fu-fuck. Close.” He warns as you gather your spit and coat his cockhead with it before pulling your mouth away and jerking him off.

The wet noises echo through his room and Taehyung grips the sheets harder as you twist your wrist in the right way, and he loses it, back shooting off the bed as he throbs and coats your fist in warm, sticky cum.

Taehyung’s breathing is ragged.

His body is coated with a sheen of sweat and when he finally opens his eyes, you are removing your hand and slowly licking the cum off your fist.

Oh, fuck.

His cock gives a pathetic twitch against his stomach as he swallows hard.

“Stay here; I’ll get something to clean up.” You say to him as you lightly pat his thigh and head to the bathroom.

Taehyung closes his eyes and puts a hand over his heart in an attempt to slow it down. That was incredible. And wonderful. And he wants it again.

Maybe not right away.

But in the future, for sure.

You come back into the room with a damp washcloth and you take your time wiping at his cock and his pubes. You hum lightly under your breath, which he finds cute.

You put the washcloth back in the bathroom and make your way over to him.

Taehyung slips under the covers, and you do the same as you grab your notepad and begin to scribble everything down.

Taehyung reaches for his phone and rolls his eyes when he sees the group chat is still going on about you and him being a thing.

He doesn’t bother responding as he sees you close the notebook and place it on his bedside table.

“You okay?” He asks softly as you curl into his side and place your head on his chest. His arms encircle you and hold your body against his.

“I think I should be the one asking you that.” You giggle as your hair tickles his bare skin, and he runs his fingers up and down your arm.

“I meant what I said earlier. I think you were playing me. You’re incredible.” He compliments you as he kisses your temple, and you sigh happily in his arms.

“I don’t have a whole lot of experience, but I’m glad you liked it, and it’s really helping with my book and my confidence, so thank you.” You say as Taehyung suddenly feels crestfallen.

Right

This was for your book.

The wedding was in three months, and even though you still had more learning to do, he felt like the end was fast approaching. He didn’t want it to end yet. He liked hanging out with you.

Taehyung didn’t know what to do with these feelings because usually, he was the one to want situations like this to end. The girls became stale or wanted more, and he had to end it.

With you, though.

He was growing sad even thinking about it ending.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” You tease, bringing him back to reality as he shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair.

If he told you what he was thinking about, it might scare you away, so Taehyung fell back on his old tactic of deflection and teasing.

“Just thinking about how I can’t wait to get my hands on you.” He jokes, playfully twirling your hair in his fingers.

“If you think I was nervous tonight, you're in for it when it’s my turn. I’m going to be a wreck.” You warn.

He smiles and presses another kiss to your temple.

“Just like we did tonight, we will take it slow. Gotta prep you for my cock. I think I remember you saying it was huge.”

You groan against his chest as his laughter rings out through the room.

“It was a heat-of-the-moment thing!” You defend.

“Sure, Babyblue. Whatever you say.” He teases.

“Want to watch another episode of your show? I think you got me hooked from last time.” You ask as he grins and reaches for the remote, loving the feeling of being home on a Saturday night with you curled up in his arms.

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@likecrazy22

@kelsyx33

@miksancheese

@jimeg629

@eegyo

[szilverer]

forbidden matching viric set for a nightmarish shady duo

i made a simple parabolan fit design for Reisz with their in-game items :D inspired by the neathyfashioncoalition prompt but uhh i went so ham with the original piece it mightve ended up too eyestrain-y to submit :[ still figuring out what to do with it but for now have these. adjacent doodles

anyway anyhow. smol loredrop below :]

after LF one of the first things reisz did aside from going insane was getting this quality:

the whole deal with the sun was A Misunderstanding and they did Not want to stay on bad terms with the native inhabitants of Parabola, so they really put work in building a reputation among the general snek populace. Reisz also generally sympathizes with the Fingerkings because well. they just want to Exist. they find that admirable, yknow? in the end it's not that different from their own motivation of Feeling Alive

(the Boil still won't see them, but never bothered them again either, so they tentatively assume things are ? at a truce of sorts. i have some loose ideas abt the boil & eddie to explain why they seem to leave the pc alone in-universe but theyre still all over the place tbh)

so yeah Reisz arranged 364758 vessels for the sneks and irresponsibly set a bunch of them loose in the Is. they are greeted by hisses of approbation everywhere & often have little schools of possessed fish following them around in Parabola. at some point there was a whole queue for guided trips to London

they hiss a little, some days more than not, but well, when you speak whispering/trying not to move your mouth the sibilant sounds can become quite marked. they don't think this is because of their Connections.

the split tongue definitely is though but its cool so they dont mind it

i must note, bc this is rly funny, we (me and rei) did not know fingerkings possessed people by the time we maxed Connected bc we hadnt gotten to that part of the Labyrinth/Dangerous MYN yet. LOL

as you can see i drew them separately and couldnt resist quickly applepenning the doodles bc. theyre a fuckign set apparently ??? (side-eyeing the blorbos merging in my head) disgustang... i know no peace...

I feel like moonmilked eddie would happily scramble to match his spousey (reiddie voice: why wont u wear your smiling mask my love... breaking my heart every single day......) but mine wouldn't currently. Darling That Is Not My Colour And It Is Not Yours Either. maybe in the uncertain future......

[undomesticated-animal]

Some tags from @hyenaboycunt, @darethebrave, and @seimsisk that really cut to the quick of what I was trying to do here.

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#absolutely love this piece#it took a moment for me to properly catch on since i dont think ive encountered written spanglish before#relevant linguistic background for me:#monolingual english speaker‚ 3 years of latin in HS‚ & familiar with pronunciation rules for spanish#plus a few friends/acquaintances who've spoken spanglish around me (but they're not consistently part of my life)#so i did the monolingual thing and focused on the obviously english paragraphs first#but once i grokked what i was looking at i started over#when reading English i dont really have an internal voice. i usually know the words and what they mean#(i sometimes completely miss out on written puns because of this‚ funny enough)#anyway. i started over. and i know the pronunciation rules but i dont have much experience reading spanish.#so i had to sound out a lot of it (internally) while i was reading.#and i was surprised by how much i understood when i could “hear” the words#even if i absolutely couldn't translate them.#and i did have to look to the english paragraphs for help of course‚ but less often than i expected#it's funny too that i was reminded of two people in my life who i hear speak like this. one is a friend's mother and i can HEAR the way#the way she says “mijo” to her son (my friend)#the other is a family friend I haven't thought of in YEARS but this writing has me hearing her voice and seeing her mannerisms so clearly.#I'm enamored with how actually thinking about the *sounds* both 1) made this exponentially more comprehensible to me#and 2) brought to mind the voices of family friends speaking to their children#it feels so very much like *home*#not my specific home. but it's something I've personally only heard spoken in places that *feel* like home.#really wonderful writing here Domi.#there's more thoughts churning but ironically words fail me. and tragically i dont have any other languages i can try

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#i haven’t used my three years of high school spanish in quite a while#but what a linguistically fun reading challenge!#also a very good poem OP thank you for sharing#it was neat to catch the little differences between the paragraphs#art#poetry

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#this sentence applies to all languages I think#everyone go read op's tags please#I do not speak Spanish but I can read it more of less fluently because I'm Brazilian and it just works like that#reading the spanglish versions felt so good#and I related to so much of it even if my circumstances are completely different#I have been through the experience of trying to date in English and it was such a mess#how to explain to a gringo the meaning of carinho? carente?

I had a really public meltdown a few months back because something happened during a date that made me realize I had slowly let my entire love life happen in English. And while I didn't [and still don't] feel like the answer is to demand that my partners learn Spanish in order to talk with me, I did realize that part of why I felt so thoroughly alienated from affection in my relationships is because it is in Spanish and Spanglish that I feel verbal care and affection. English feels....sterile and professional. Which is maybe a reasonable outcome of a world where "home" welcomes my polyglot behavior and "the rest of the world" gets irritated with me for requiring extra work of them to communicate.

It somehow never seems to occur to people that the work they dislike having to do for me will have to get done regardless, and what they are objecting to is literally my attempt to not carry and perform all of that work alone and unsupported in relationships that are meaningful to me.

That's a dynamic that's hard to vocalize to others unless they already internally recognize the experience and can pick up on it.

My partners still don't speak Spanish. But these days I do. Almost universally in my relationships, Spanish and Spanglish are verbalized markers of my feelings of intimacy, care, and trust in another. I use more over time as I become comfortable, I rely almost exclusively on common MexíCalí pet names and diminutives for partners, and the more relaxed/less rigidly self-managed I am, the more likely I am to simply reach for Spanglish first and foremost.

When I wrote this, I wrote the English paragraphs first. It took a little while, but it was doable because I use English A LOT in my professional and personal life obviously. Next I wrote the Spanish. This was harder. I have few people to keep up with, so I was anxious about mixing up my spelling, my grammar, my vowel modifiers, etc. I did a lot more checking and rechecking of my work to ensure that I was not misremembering my conjugations and grammatical structures.

I wrote the Spanglish last. I wrote it in under five minutes. I wrote it without once feeling the need to confirm my grammar or vocab. I wrote it and immediately felt it conveyed my tone and intention far better than either monolingual version. It was the closest thing I've ever felt to not having to "translate" my thoughts for someone else, and I spent a little time after just quietly having a cry about reaching my 30s before ever letting myself write the way I think, before letting myself trust my partners and loved ones with this part of me that is so integral to how it feels to be at home with another person.

I actually considered recording myself speaking the poem aloud because I agree with @hyenaboycunt that the way I write is meant to be read aloud, not read in one's mind, and there were several times reading it to myself that I realized reading it would lose something too. Several words where my accent and pronunciation was not the same as the language of the word itself, or where the blending went further than simply mixing and matching words within a sentence. I still might take a recording, we'll see. I really do think it's the next logical place for this art piece to go. But I also know that speaking is so raw and vulnerable to me, and while I would typically just have someone else do the recording, this is a circumstance where that wouldn't solve the issue at all. It has to be me. And ironically, that's what may end up limiting me from being able to do it. Yet again, my relationship with language being complicated creates barriers to communication that even *I* can barely recognize without real intentional thought. How can I expect others to see how much I do to be understood when I can barely admit it to myself?

En íngles, y otra vez in Spanish

No sé to describe mi relationship con mi lingua. Complicado, I suppose. No sé qué the words that will come en mi mente primary, y sometimes es difícil traducir between las idiomas. Creo que most people figure translation ser word-for-word, pero no es menos un pequeño here and there. Sometimes I look for las palabras exactamente por way too long y sientame abrumado. People act like eres estúpido if words are hard for you. Y adorame cual ser talking down a mi en bed, pero tiempo otros I get so angry when people decide no es importante para mi tiene tiempo enough communicarse. I don’t know how to describe my relationship with language. Complicated, I suppose. I never know which words will come to me first, and sometimes it’s hard to translate between languages. I think people expect translation to be word by word, but it so rarely is. Sometimes I search for the correct replacement word for way too long and it makes me feel so overwhelmed. People treat you like you’re stupid if you struggle with your words. And I like to be talked down to in bed, but the rest of the time it makes me so angry when people decide it’s not important for me to have the time to communicate properly. No sé cómo expressar mi social relación con la idioma. Quizás complicado. Nunca sé qué palabras vendrán primero a mi mente y, a veces, es difícil traducir entre los languajes. Creo que la mayoria de la gente se figurarán que la traducción sea palabra por palabra, pero raramente está. A veces trato de encontrar la palabra exacta durante demasiado tiempo y me poniendo abrumado. La gente actúa como si fueras estúpido si las palabras están costarían. Y adoro que me traten con condescendencia en la cama, pero si no me airado mucho cuando la gente decide que no es importante para mí tener tiempo para comunicarme. I wonder often how it feels hablar o necesitar solamente una idioma, y inglés at that. ¿Reconocéis how much nuestro uso de language changes how nos entendemos y our place aquí en es? I often wonder how it feels to only use or need one language, and English at that. Do people realize how much our language changes how we understand the world, our place in it? Me pregunto con frecuencia qué se siente hablar o necesitar solo una idioma, y ​ lo que es más, inglés. ¿Reconocéis todos de lo mucho que la idioma cambia nuestra comprensión del otros y nuestras relaciones sociales? La idioma es all about relationships. La forma de la palabra implies más y mucho about la context sociales en el que it’s spoken. Crecí con myriad trozos de significado in each sentence spoken. English feels desolado en momentos. ¿Cómo se dice mijita como en una chica que es carnal para mi con el tono solamente? En inglés, estan mucho emphasis en the meaning of body language and I imagine los otros rarely notice this. Maybe por eso I have such a bad time entender mi role para las vidas de mis quieridos. Menos Mamá, lo no tengo con que hablar Spanish. Pero maybe menos los diminutivos y verbalizacion de relationships sociales en nuestro day to day conversacion, no créo sé how to fill la falta. Quizás part of el problema conmigo y my understanding of non-verbal communicación, and I figure it out claro que si, pero I forget how often no es necesito hacer que.

Spanish is all about relationships. The shape of a word implies so much about the social context in which the word is being used to communicate. I grew up with so many layers of meaning in every sentence spoken. English feels almost desolate sometimes. How do you convey that you are calling someone baby girl with the love you have for family with only tone? There is so much weight put on non-verbal communication in English that I think people rarely notice. Maybe that’s why I have so much trouble understanding my role in the lives of my loved ones. Aside from my mother, no one I love speaks Spanish well enough to use it with me. But maybe without those little suffixes and verbalization of social relationships in our day to day conversation, I don’t know how to fill in the gaps left behind. Maybe some of the conflict in how others speak and how I hear their words is the absence. I’ve never been good at reading body language, and I surely figure it out in Spanish too, but I forget sometimes how many little spaces it isn’t necessary in my mother tongue. La idioma del espanol es una cuestión de relaciones. La forma de una palabra expresarse mucho del contexto social en el que se habla la palabra. Crecí con tantas trozos de significado en cada oraciónes hablado. La idioma del inglés es desolado por momentos. ¿Cómo se dice mijita como en una chica que es carnal para mi con el tono solamente? En inglés se pone mucho énfasis en el significado que expresa el cuerpo y imagino que los otros ven es raremente. Quizás por eso me resulta difícil comprender mi ubicación social en las vidas de mis queridos. Menos mi madre, nul de mis quieridos habla español con sultura para usarlo conmigo. Pero sin esos diminutivos y la charla sobre relaciones sociales en nuestras expresiones, no sé cómo llenar la falta. quizás un componente del problemo en cómo entiendo a los demás es la falta de contexto. Soy malo para interpretar el expressiones corporal, y también lo entiendo en español, claro que si, pero olvido que con frecuencia no es necesario en mi lengua materna. Me pregunta how it is por la gente del otra cara. ¿How is it to see how much más acepción there is anytime una palabra cambia en español? ¿What do you notice changing when leé lo que está escrito aquí? I wonder what that is like for people on the other side of the coin. How does it feel to realize how many componants of a single word can be changed in Spanish to convey meaning? What do you see change when you try to navigate my language? What was it like to read this post? Me pregunto cómo será eso para la gente del otro cara. ¿Cómo es ver los muchos pequeños cambios en una palabra que tienen significado? ¿Qué ves cuando intentas interpretar mi idioma? ¿Cómo fue leer lo esto obra? Some say a mi está buenísima that I lapse en el español during sex. Some react poorly when I cambio en medio idiomas. Otros no tienen any reaction at all. No creó sé what I want people entender para mi behavior. Yo sé quiero to be loved en mi context. I know this makes la spoken idioma un dificíl way para mi aceptar love. I wonder how entendeís conmigo. Sometimes people tell me it’s hot that I lapse into Spanish during sex. Sometimes people react with visible discomfort whenever I move between languages. Others don’t have any reaction at all. I don’t know how to convey to someone what meaning I want them to take from this behavior. I know that I want to be loved in my own context. I know that I cannot be loved in a context others lack. I know this makes language a difficult form of love for me to accept. I wonder how others would come to understand that about me.

Algunas personas me dicen que está buenísima que hablo español cuando folo. Algunos reaccionan en contra de con desasosiego cuando cambio en medio idiomas. Otros no tienen ninguna reacción. No sé cómo decir qué espero que interpreten de esta acción. Quiero ser quierido en mi propio contexto. Sé que no puedo ser quierido en un contexto de lo cual otros es falta. Es difícil para mí aceptar la idioma hablado como una forma de cariño porque que esto verdad. Me pregunto cómo los otros entienden eso de mí.