#pls note that three (3) translators worked on this

[sparklysung]

✨SHARING IS CARING - l.d.h.✨

© sparklysung – 2024. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – lee donghyuck x female!reader

genre – smut, fluffish | non-idol!au, roommates!au, friends (?) to lovers!au

warnings – oral (m. and f. receiving), face sitting, cum eating, squirting, exhibitionism (reader touches hyuck while he's on a call with his friends), unprotected sex (pls don't), lots of cursing, mentions of hyuck masturbating to the thought of reader), a little possessiveness at the end, panty thief!hyuck.

word count – 5.733 words

summary – where your roommate from hell is also hot as hell, and both of you enjoy annoying the hell out of each other.

note – so... i've been working –on and off but still– on this for about maybe 2 years? i just recently got inspiration to finish it lol any feedback would be greatly appreciated, just pls be kind <3 anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this!

“hey, y/n. have you seen my-.”

“how fucking rude of you to just walk in unannounced. what if i was naked or something? learn how to knock, you airhead.”

your face turned into an ugly scowl when your roommate and the cause of all your nightmares –and wet dreams–, lee donghyuck, completely ignored your complaint, looking equally annoyed as you.

“shut up,” the boy sneered, “is that my fucking shirt you have on right now? i’ve been looking for it for the past three days!”

you let your eyes trail down your body, the graphic tee barely long enough to cover your ass as your fingers toyed with the hem of the garment.

“oh, yeah. i found it while doing laundry and thought it looked good on me so i decided to keep it,” you shrugged carelessly, “don’t you agree, hyuck?”

the piece of clothing that was oversized on him fitted even bigger on you, drowning your smaller frame. you looked so soft and warm in it, so incredibly comfy the tip of his fingers itched to touch you. to feel your perky breasts through the soft fabric of his shirt. 

he couldn’t deny it, you did look awfully good in his clothes. 

but he would rather shit in his hands and clap than admit it out loud. especially to your face.

“i mean yeah you look good,” donghyuck mumbled under his breath, shamelessly licking his chapped lips. 

when he noticed the sly grin etched on your face he had to pinch himself to force his eyes away from your alluring figure, careful not to get distracted by your smooth legs gracefully spread across the bed. 

shaking his head, he tried to remember why he had almost left a dent on your wall from the way he had slammed your bedroom door open in the first place.

“but that’s not the point here. you stole my clothes!”

his words made you scoff loudly, clearly pretending to be offended by his accusation. “i still don’t see the problem. didn’t your mom teach you to share?”

your blank expression and unbothered attitude was so incredibly infuriating donghyuck felt like plucking his eyelashes one by one. and he had no doubt in mind you were well aware of it. 

although most of your conversations consisted of you both bickering back and forth like two middle school kids fighting for the same toy, donghyuck had learned how that evil little mind of yours worked throughout the time you lived together.

your roommate may have not been the brightest lightbulb of all, but anyone with two working brain cells could agree that there was no activity in this world, nothing, that gave you as much joy as annoying the living hell out of him. 

truth is, nothing could have prepared you –or donghyuck– for the turn of events your life would take in the span of 24 hours. the moment you opened the front door to your dorm apartment –fully expecting to see a fellow uterus-bearer–, to him, luggage in hand and ready to move into the room next to yours, you made it your ultimate goal to terrorize the poor boy. 

and how could you not? your roommate-from-hell made it so easy for you to read him like an open book. one look at his face, at those big, expressive eyes and you could almost hear his thoughts.

“that’s my lucky shirt, i need it back. right now.”

“don’t you see i need it too? what am i supposed to wear if you take it away from me?”

“i don’t really care, y/n, that’s not my problem.”

“then come here and take it off yourself.”

the small gasp that tumbled out of his plush lips made a warm feeling pool at the pit of your stomach. if it weren’t because you were trying to fuck donghyuck and not fuck with donghyuck, you would have giggled. 

“w-what?”

“you heard me. if you want it back you’ll have to come take it off with your own hands.”

“you’re fucking crazy. i-i, what the fuck, y’know i can’t do that!” donghyuck cried out, his skin beginning to prickle with frustration, heart rate spiked up to reach dangerous speeds. “c’mon, y/n, just give it back already. the guys are waiting for me.”

“too bad.”

your pouty lips had him clenching his fists. not only to stop himself from choking you to death, but also to ground himself. he could feel a droplet of sweat drip down the back of his neck, body temperature rising concerningly fast at your very clear attempt at taunting him.

if only he could have them stretched around him, struggling to fit the thickness of his dick…

but that was not the matter at hand.

donghyuck was known for always being late to everything. and usually it was for a good reason. like forgetting about an important assignment until the very last minute and having to stay home to submit it on time. or getting stuck in traffic. or maybe even finding himself in trouble for running his mouth too much for his own good. 

all of them were pretty believable. things no one would ever have an ounce of a doubt could potentially happen. 

but this, this right here was something donghyuck could never explain to anybody without them immediately calling him out for trying to bullshit his way out of trouble. even if it was indeed real, no one would believe him. ever.

and to be fair, it did sound like the plot of a bad porn movie, one probably titled something along the lines of ‘lucky guy fucks hot roommate’.

considering how big of an attention whore you were, he wouldn’t be surprised if you had your own only fans account and were seeking a helping hand. his hand. 

“don’t you wanna fuck me, hyuck?”

if donghyuck wasn’t taken aback by your attitude before, he had to physically take a step back this time, jaw almost hitting the floor.

“why are you so horny all of a sudden?”

“wouldn’t you also feel horny if you had to constantly sit through your roommate getting off in the other room?”

donghyuck felt like a bucket of cold water was tossed over his head, and he couldn’t help the way his heart dropped to his feet. you could see him scrambling to think of something to say. 

poor boy looked like he was caught committing a crime. 

how adorable. 

“okay, well, i’m sorry. i have needs, y’know? unfortunately i can’t control when my dick decides to get hard-.”

“i know you jerk off to the thought of me,” you interrupted abruptly, staring at him with a dangerous glint in your eyes. “i’ve heard you before.”

the blood instantly drained from donghyuck’s face. he suddenly felt lightheaded, having to lean against your door in case he fainted.

how did you even find out? 

sure, he knew the walls were thin and not exactly soundproof. and yeah, your rooms were right next to each other, separated only by one of those thin walls he often joked about being made out of cardboard. but he always waited until you were out of the apartment to enjoy his much needed self care time. and he swore he was always quiet. as quiet as one can be when beating your meat to the thought of your sexy roommate.

“what are you-.”

“why don’t you just come fuck me instead of using your own hand?” you sounded as if you were offering him to wash the dishes, way too casual for the situation at hand. “i bet it doesn’t feel the same.”

donghyuck didn’t know what was going on. everything was moving too fast for his poor brain –rotten due to all the hours he had spent masturbating to hentai porn– to keep up, visibly struggling to process the situation. 

“fuck, you can’t just say shit like that and expect me not to react.”

the thing is, that was exactly what you wanted. for him to lose his shit and fuck you into next week. shove his dick in your pussy without even bother to let you adjust to the stretch and take you to pound town for the next five hours.

“i’m not joking, hyuck. i meant what i said.”

someone pinch me, he thought. 

was this a new way you discovered to toy with him? because if it was, then it was so fucked up. 

“fine. i’ll call jeno over then,” you shrugged, reaching out for your phone at his lack of response. “i’m sure he wouldn’t mind sticking his big dick in my tight little pussy.”

your words hit donghyuck like a fucking truck. his jaw almost dislocated from how wide his mouth flew open, the tips of his ears turning a rosy color at the prospect of his friend. in bed. with you. fucking his huge dick –because everyone knew he was packing– into your needy hole. having you cream all over his cock, holding onto his strong arms as you cry out his name.

just the thought of your fucked out expression and loud whines had him salivating in his mouth. 

donghyuck and jeno had been friends since forever, which meant he knew for a fact that his best friend would ditch him in a heartbeat if you did as much as look at him the way you were currently looking at your roommate. 

“c’mon hyuck, i know you’re dying to touch me.”

the boy in front of you visibly struggled to keep himself together when one of your hands traveled down your body to rub yourself through the thin material of your pajama shorts. his knees felt weak, ears burning at the sound of your sweet moans.

“i need you.”

your words replayed in his head like a broken record. you said you needed him. not jeno. not anyone else. him. as in donghyuck. your roommate for the past year.

as much as he did want to touch you, feel every curve of your body, he was also scared you were just messing with him. he was scared that finally giving in to his desires would just embarrass him and ruin his almost nonexistent chance with you.

god, donghyuck liked you so much. his little crush on you had already become annoying the moment he realized it even existed. 

you were the biggest tease he had ever met. and that says a lot coming from the lee donghyuck himself. you were always playfully flirting with him whenever you felt like it. or felt like giving him a hard time. and he could see it in your face you enjoyed every second of seeing him struggle to respond.

“i-i,” he gulped with difficulty, mouth dry as a desert. “i can’t.”

you watched the slim boy waddle his way out of your room. and you would’ve missed the tent growing in his shorts if he hadn’t almost tripped over his own feet and fallen next to you on your bed. 

for around ten minutes, you remained frozen in place, figuring out how to get your roommate to break and give into his –and your– desires.

this was the closest you had gotten to crossing the line separating an innocent friendship –if you could call it that– between roommates from something more. something you both wanted but knew he was far too scared to try and make happen. 

and how were you so sure about his feelings for you? 

easy. 

the boy wore his heart on his sleeve. 

anyone could tell how enamored he was with you. how he visibly perked up whenever you were around. the way his cheeks would turn an adorable shade of red and his eyes alternate between staring at the floor, daydreaming about you, and sending heart eyes your way. 

it had even become an ongoing joke within your own friend group. no one could –or wanted to– stop teasing you about his seemingly undying love for you. 

“c’mon, just look at him,” chaewon once pointed out in the middle of the library, elbowing you while whisper-shouting, “he follows you around like a lovesick puppy. even to the library!”

as much as you wanted to shush her, she was right. 

before he moved into your now shared apartment, he would remain at least a 100 miles radius from the library. it was as if he was allergic to knowledge, his handful of brain cells immediately going out of service at the smell of old books. 

now, once you joined the picture, it was as if a switch was flicked. he became a regular at the campus library all of a sudden, so much so that even the old librarian tending the front desk knew him by name. 

the end might be near, you thought when you first saw him sitting in a corner of the library, a variety of books sprawled across the table as he pretended to understand the book in his hands on quantum physics. you knew, of course, he didn’t. the boy was so busy looking around the building for something –or rather someone– to notice the book he was holding was upside down. 

his blatant attempts at getting closer to you weren’t a complete fail though, as they had your heart skipping a beat every time you thought about the messy boy on the other side of your bedroom wall. 

but before even thinking about how boyfriend material he was when he wasn’t trying to piss you off, you first wanted to test the waters. get a sneak peek at what dating donghyuck would look like without actually committing to it just yet. 

and the only way you could think of to do so without forcing yourself into a vulnerable position and directly confessing was by fucking your roommate. 

after taking a run for it out of your room, donghyuck decided he would have to do without his lucky shirt during this gaming session. hopefully only tonight. he knew the guys would not leave him alone if he was the reason for another loss, especially after boasting so much about his abilities the last time they played together. 

sitting on his gamer chair, still shaken by the interaction, he ran his fingers through his hair to clear his reeling mind. he needed to forget about what had just happened in the other room and focus on the task at hand: winning rounds in pubg. 

soon, donghyuck was able to immerse himself in the game, all thoughts about you drowning at the loud sound of firearms and the screams of his friends coming from his headset. so far he had been able to take down roughly a dozen other players, carrying the highest streak among his friends much to his delight.

however, the calm before the storm didn’t last long. 

the boy tensed up, fingers stuttering over his gamer keyboard when you rested your warm cheek right next to the still noticeable bulge in his basketball shorts. instinctively, his legs parted to give you space to position yourself between them. 

he hadn’t even noticed the moment when you had slipped into his room and quietly crawled under his desk, too deep into the game to sense the movement. 

donghyuck would be lying if he said he had never thought about you on your knees for him before. so many, almost too many times. he wasn’t going to let this opportunity slide.

willing his heart to slow down a bit, he peered down at you. you looked so unbelievably beautiful with your long eyelashes fluttering delicately as you stared up at him, big eyes locked on his.

“keep playing,” your hot breath against his inner thigh had the hairs in his neck standing up.

he hadn’t even realized when exactly he had stopped playing, too busy engraving the visual in front of him in his head.

gulping with some difficulty, donghyuck did as he was told. usually it came easy for him to submerge himself in the game, tuning out everything but the loud voices of his friends.

“you’re so hard, hyuckie,” you snickered, licking your lips as your finger trailed the outline of his painfully hard cock with a feather-like touch that caused him to shiver. “is it all for me?”

he pursed his lips tightly and simply bobbed his head yes, afraid of his friends catching onto what was going on on his end of the call.

satisfied, you let yourself cop a feel of his length. your hand palmed him over his pants, squeezing around the sensitive head every so often. even through the material of his shorts you could feel the precum leaking out of his tip.

the view in front of you had you desperately rubbing your thighs together, thickened clit throbbing in excitement. 

his silky hair, usually styled, was now messily framing his pretty face in the most beautiful way possible. his dark eyes were rolled back, slender fingers curling into fists as his hips raised from the chair, sloppily humping your hand. he looked fucked out already with sweat already dripping down his temple.

what a man.

“dude, what’s up with you? you sound like you just ran a marathon,” mark’s voice had donghyuck squirming in his seat, heart almost beating out of his chest. “are you alright?”

the boy’s head snapped to look at the screen in front of him, neck almost breaking from the aggressiveness of the movement.

“speak up,” you hissed through gritted teeth, tightening your fingers around the base of his cock.

his hips stuttered, hands holding on the edge of his desk as he swallowed the frustrated groan threatening to escape his lips. he heaved a shaky breath, summoning all his self control to not bust his load right then and there.

“i-i’m fine,” his voice sounded strained, as if he was struggling to make a sound. or more like to not make a sound. “shouldn’t have had taco bell for lunch.”

you could see the boy holding his breath, terrified his friends would see right through his weak excuse of a lie. and a sigh of relief almost slipped past his lips when they only hummed, quickly going back to their previous conversation, not very interested in digging into the cause of his unusual behaviour any deeper.

meanwhile, the pretty little devil between his legs got to work, releasing his dick by harshly pulling down his shorts. you blew air at the sensitive tip, making him shudder at the sensation. but it wasn’t until you placed a peck to his slit, fingers going to hold him at the base, pumping your fist up and down, when the boy gave into his primal desires.  

“guys, gotta go,” donghyuck interrupted the conversation less than five minutes later, hurriedly clicking off the game and moving to end the call.

“what-,” renjun protested immediately, sounding nothing less than annoyed, and donghyuck was sure he would be getting nagged next time he saw his friend. “we’re in the middle of a round and getting our asses kicked because of you, you can’t just dip now!”

“i’m sorry,” was all he mumbled before turning off his computer.

donghyuck didn’t even bother taking off his headphones, opting for simply letting it hang around his neck. he was too close, too desperate for release to worry about getting sweat all over the –new and very expensive– device –that he had just acquired not even a week ago after months of hard work–.

he could feel how hot his face was, sticky skin burning under the intense heat of your gaze. the smug smirk that adorned your pretty face had his body on fire, a combination of embarrassment and need making his cock twitch uncontrollably. 

being able to see the power you had over the lee donghyuck had you almost shaking with excitement, adrenaline pumping through your veins and leaving you out of breath. you would be lying if you said you had never thought about this, having him all to yourself, at your disposal, ready to take anything you gave him. 

your hand never stopped moving up and down his length, giving kitten licks to the swollen tip of his cock. 

he wanted to scream and smash his head against the desk, desperation clawing at his throat. he knew you were trying to break him, to make him beg for it, to fully give in to you. 

the idea of pleading for your touch, for you to engulf his hard cock with that sweet little mouth of yours had his jaw clenching. 

but fuck… he really wanted, no, needed more. to watch you gag as he fucked your throat, tears escaping the corner of your eyes at the discomfort. he wanted your soft hands gripping his strong thighs to hold yourself together, a mix of saliva and his precum making the lower half of your face glisten under the light of his screen. 

“i,” he struggled to speak up, voice trembling from the intense pleasure. “i’m close.”

“i can see that,” you smirked, twirling your tongue around the head before gently poking his slit with the tip of your tongue. 

“please, i need more.”

donghyuck finally broke, babbling incoherent words, urging you to fully take him in. 

fortunately for him, you immediately obliged, pushing your head down until the tip of your nose hit his neatly trimmed pelvis. he really thought some more begging was going to be necessary for you to give him what he wanted. 

“fuck, yeah. just like that,” the sigh of relief he let out quickly turned into a loud moan when you swallowed around him, nails digging into the skin of his thighs. 

his orgasm hit him like a wrecking ball. his entire body began trembling, hands shooting to hold your head down –as if you were planning on pulling away–, fingers threading through your hair for a better grip. spurts of hot, salty cum painting the walls of your throat, and you eagerly swallowed everything he gave you. 

the sound of his heavy breaths filled the dimly lit room, his body still trembling from the mind-blowing orgasm that had just rocked his world. 

you pushed his gamer chair back by his thighs, climbing onto his lap with a satisfied hum. you allowed him some rest, aware of his shaky legs, and instead focused your attention on the tan skin of his neck. you placed a tentative lick right under his jaw, slowly moving down the expanse of his throat. the feeling had the boy’s adam’s apple bobbing aggressively, your fingers going to play with the hem of his shirt before pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it somewhere in the room. 

once he stopped feeling like his legs were going to give up on him, donghyuck stood up from his place on the chair making you yelp in surprise, strong arms holding you against him. he then sat at the edge of his bed, head resting on your shoulder. 

“i wanna taste you,” donghyuck pleaded, reaching for your waist to pull you closer. “please, sit on my face.”

you instantly nodded, quickly removing your pajama shorts, body tingling with anticipation as you pressed your palm flat on his chest to push him onto his back. he complied, not a single complaint coming out of his mouth at your display of dominance.

donghyuck swiped his tongue over his pretty lips, wetting them and leaving them glistening with spit as he patiently waited for your next move.

“so eager,” you teased, a smug grin on your face.

“stop playing and hurry up,” the boy whined, lifting himself from his place, holding himself up with the help of his forearms. 

his eyes were barely open, pupils blown out. he looked so hot, laying shirtless on his messy bed. all hard and wet, ready for you to drop your panties and sit on his dick.

and oh how bad you wanted to sit on it.

swinging your leg over his body, you positioned yourself so your dripping pussy was hovering right over his mouth. you immediately felt his large hands grip at your ass, forcing you down to finally sit on his face.

“thank you,” you could clearly feel his lips moving against your panty-clad core, the breathy sound of his voice sending shivers down your spine. “god, thank you so much.”

you didn’t even get to laugh at him, or tease him about how desperate he looked sucking your juices off of your panties. all that died on your tongue when he used two fingers to push the crotch of your underwear out of the way and immediately latched his mouth to your pussy. 

“look at you, what a messy munch, eating me out like your life depends on it,” you teased, biting your lip when you felt his tongue poke at your gaping hole, caressing your insides. 

the dirty words coming out of your mouth had donghyuck physically shaking under your weight, urging him to keep going. he wanted nothing more than to see you cum, have your hips sloppily rocking into his pretty lips and leaving the evidence of your arousal all over his face. 

“fuck, hyuck. just like that,” you sighed contently, harshly grinding against his mouth. “you’re such a good boy.”

donghyuck hummed appreciatively, relishing at the praise, eyes falling shut and hands reaching for your thighs, massaging the soft flesh. 

he loved the attention you were giving him, and he let you know just how proud of himself he was when one of his palms slammed against your ass cheek before nipping at your clit, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

it all happened so fast that your orgasm caught you completely off guard. you didn’t even have time to flinch at the stinging on your backside, the knot in your stomach suddenly snapping, and you melted into a puddle. your trembling thighs clamped around donghyuck’s head, your entire upper body folding forward, struggling not to collapse on top of the boy under you.

you must have blacked out for a second there, and once you regained consciousness you were left in a breathless, sweaty mess. 

“shit, that was so fucking hot,” donghyuck mumbled, sounding breathless as he stared down at his body with hooded eyes, snapping you out of your daze. “when were you going to tell me you could squirt?”

“i can’t-,” you choked on a loud gasp when you saw his now glistening chest. 

your cum had sprinkled all over the place, some of it even reaching his naked thighs. embarrassment washed over your face, making your cheeks heat up. 

“this is so much better than what i had hoped for, fuck.”

his pretty cock stood tall, in all its glory once again, hard and leaking, twitching every time his eyes travelled back to the mess you made. 

swallowing your embarrassment, you moved to straddle your roommate’s hips, teasing your wet pussy over his hard cock. but before you could fuck yourself with it, donghyuck’s arms wrapped around you before flipping you both on your side.

“what are you doing,” you scowled, a pout on your swollen lips. “i was about to ride you!”

“as sexy as that sounds, we can do that later.”

“but-.”

“just, let me, okay?” his voice sounded so soft, so soothing you couldn't find it in you to fight with him as you usually would. “do you trust me?”

“what? what are you gonna do?”

“answer me, please.”

donghyuck’s soft voice and tender gaze made a wave of warmth spread throughout your body, a fuzzy feeling settling into your chest.

“i do.”

one of his hands grabbed your leg, bringing it to rest over his hip before positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. donghyuck smashed his mouth against yours, swallowing the small whimper that fell from your lips when he teased your clit.

“hyuck, put it in already,” you whined, clenching around nothing at the friction. 

and how could he say no when you sounded so desperate to feel him? when he had been waiting for this moment for so long?

nodding, he did as you wished, pushing his hips into yours. his thick cock stretched your pussy wide open with each delicious inch, filling you up in a way you didn’t know you needed. his mouth fell open as your velvety walls enveloped him. your head rolled back, holding onto his arms for support, letting him push himself in further, deeper.

it felt like heaven. your bodies fitting perfectly against each other, as if you were both made for the other; just like puzzle pieces. 

low groans left his chest at the sound of your tiny mewls, enjoying the burning sensation of your nails digging into the flesh of his arms. 

donghyuck liked the way you said his name, how you called out to him with pretty eyelashes decorating those big eyes of yours as you looked at him. he liked the frustration and raw desire swimming in your eyes, and the way it made your lips form into a pout and your eyebrows scrunch together.

“move, hyuck,” you pleaded, attempting to grind your hips into his. “please.”

a scream was forced out of your throat as donghyuck immediately began slamming his throbbing cock inside of you. your whole body trembled in his arms as the bulbous head hit your g-spot, and almost as if he had just pressed a button, your mind went blank.

“t-there, fuck, oh my g-god.”

the distant look in your eyes, lips parted into a silent moan, drool threatening to drip down the corner of your mouth, let him know just how good he was making you feel. his chest swelled with pride, a newfound passion taking over him and turning his thrusts into deep, precise strokes that had you reaching heaven. 

“feels good? this is what you wanted, right? to have my dick fucking you full?” donhyuck grunted, repositioning you on your back and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. he could feel himself throbbing wildly inside of you, warning him about his up and coming high. 

“yes,” you gasped, legs tightening around his waist in an effort to bring him closer. 

you would be telling the truth if you said you had never gotten railed like this before. who would’ve guessed the hentai-crazed dork next door would be so good at fucking you dumb? if it weren’t for his now obvious experience in the matter at hand you would’ve confidently assumed he had never been touched by a woman. 

oh how wrong you were. 

“i’ve dreamed about this for the longest time,” the boy confessed, “every time you walked around the place, wearing only a large shirt and panties, ass in full display, i had to lock myself in this room to fuck my first, wishing it was you instead.”

donghyuck could feel your walls clamping down on his cock like a vice at the weight of his confession. with your orgasms quickly approaching, he propped your calves on his strong shoulders to reach even deeper, lips going to kiss your breasts and nibble on your nipples. 

“i can tell how much you like to be treated like the dirty slut you are,” he groaned against your chest, feeling his vision blur. “you’re fucking dripping all over me, creaming my cock.”

“h-hyuck,” your body began convulsing under him, about to tip over the edge. 

“cum for me, y/n, let me see how pretty you look falling apart on my dick.”

and that was all you needed to hear before a wave of overwhelming pleasure washed over your entire body, calves squeezing donghyuck’s head from the intensity of your orgasm. 

before you were able to fully ride your high, donghyuck pulled out, drawing whines out of you at the emptiness he left behind. ignoring your complaints, he shoved your legs together, shoving his cock between your plush thighs as he picked up his pace once again. 

“fuck, i’m almost there,” he moaned, breathless. 

and you couldn’t help but do the same as you stared at his face, eyes struggling to stay open as he chased his high like a rabid dog, using your body for his pleasure. 

it didn’t take more than three harsh thrusts before he was spilling his essence all over your lower stomach and thighs with a pornographic moan. 

releasing his hold on your legs to let them fall back in place, he collapsed on top of you, almost crushing you with his body, completely spent. 

fortunately –or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it–, donghyuck was unable to successfully commit homicide. and after showering together and going for another round, each of you went back to your respective rooms, moving on like nothing happened. 

just like that, your lives quickly fell back in place and normality took over once again. 

or so you thought. 

“hyuck, have you seen my pink panti-.”

you audibly gasped when you saw the pink lace panties you were searching for discarded on your roommate’s bed, a huge cum stain you were sure was not there the last time you saw them messily smeared on the crotch. 

“what the fuck?” 

“oh, yeah, i saw them in the dryer the other day and thought they looked too pretty not to jerk off to them,” the boy shrugged from his place in front of his large monitor, not even bothering to look at you. “honestly, you should invest in satin thongs, i think they’d look hot as fuck.”

“you little thief! i’ve been looking for them for days!”

“need i remind you that sharing is caring?” you huffed, a scowl on your face. “what do you need them for anyway?”

“to go out with chaewon, obviously?” you scoffed, annoyed. 

he finally turned to look at you, eyebrows scrunched up and a dark look in his eyes. “so? were you planning on showing them to her or what?”

the growing annoyance in his tone left you scrambling for an answer, equally parts surprised and turned on by the hint of possessiveness in his voice. 

“so what if i was?” you challenged, arms crossed in defiance. 

you barely got time to react when his chair suddenly swirled around, donghyuck’s full attention now set on you.

“only i am allowed to see you in them, so you better behave.”

–lia:)

[sugarwarachan]

driving you crazy

pairing: tsukishima kei x f!reader

summary: being in the same phd program as tsukishima kei was already the worst, and that was before you and the snarky bastard were tasked to teach the same class together. during a late-night run-in at the library, will things finally come to a head?

(note: reader writes smut on the side to make some extra money, since phd students barely make shit *sobs*)

content warnings: 18+, smut, tsukki being a degrading lil shit *barks*, like so much sexual tension, slight exhibitionism (gettin' nasty in a library), slight angst, dry humping, degradation, name kink, impact play, orgasm denial, brat reader, dom!tsukki, reversal of roles, power dynamics, praise kink

total word count: 6.1k, complete

art credit: @Freaka_LoonyZ on x

chapter one, chapter two, chapter three

2025 © all works belong to @sugarwarachan. do not repost, translate, or steal any of my works pls. reblogs and comments always appreciated <3

[vettelsvee]

LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO + MAX VERSTAPPEN PLS

LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO | Max Verstappen

⋆ PAIRING: Max Verstappen x Ex girlfriend actress Female!Reader ⋆ SUMMARY: After breaking up with Max, your boyfriend of three years, you decide to move forward and show people that you weren't the villain of your story ↳ REQUESTED: Yes! Thanks for requesting and hope you like it anon 💖 Part of REPUTATION in MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT ⋆ WARNINGS: Curse words ⋆ WORD COUNT: 2574 ⋆ VEE'S NOTES: Does university have me mentally draining? Yes. Did my doctor tell me to take a break since I'm on lots of medication and I didn't listen? Also yes ✨ Anyways, hope you like this one, and remember that I'd love to read your comments and feedback, and that reblogs are very much appreciated as well! Thank you so much, and enjoy your reading! <3 ↳ TALK TO ME! | FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST | CITY OF STARS F1 AU

© VETTELSVEE (2025). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

The worst part of the breakup wasn’t losing Max.

It was losing yourself.

Despite being a world-renowned actress with a thriving career long before you started dating the Dutchman, the last three years of your life had revolved around him. 

You weren’t just one of the most admired couples in the paddock, you were also Hollywood’s golden pair. The actress and the Formula 1 world champion, unstoppable together. Rumors of weddings and pregnancies swirled around your seemingly perfect (at least in the public eye) love story.

So when everything ended abruptly, without explanation from either of you to everyone, the world needed a villain.

The headlines spoke for themselves:

"Y/N Y/L/N DUMPS MAX VERSTAPPEN AFTER USING HIM FOR FAME" "DID Y/L/N EVER LOVE VERSTAPPEN?" "FORMULA 1’S GOLDEN BOY, BETRAYED"

The comments from people who once admired you were even worse. If the insults were harsh, the death threats were unbearable. Demands flooded in for you to issue a public apology for a “crime” you hadn’t committed, for nothing more than just a breakup that Max himself had initiated to focus on his career, as he told you and excused himself with. Every interview you gave was twisted, your words manipulated. And instead of staying silent, like your words, the press loudly proclaimed that you were the reason Verstappen's performance had declined last season.

Max knew about it all. After all, he’d been asked about it countless times during press conferences. Reporters bombarded him with headlines starring you both, turning your private lives into international gossip. Yet, all he did was smile politely and dismiss the questions as if they were mere inconveniences.

You had expected at least a call from him to find some way to put an end to it all. But when he never reached out, you decided to call him yourself. All you got was a voicemail telling you to try again later. And when you did, again and again, he ended up blocking your number, showing you how things actually were between you both.

You never got an answer. You never found out why he decided to ignore how the world was painting the woman he had supposedly loved.

That’s when you decided to stop waiting for an answer, a real and proper explanation. 

If they wanted a villain, you’d give them one.

You didn’t just delete your social media and vanish from the public eye, you also returned to the industry in full force, accepting a lead role in a film after years of turning projects down just to support Max race after race. A psychological thriller that intrigued you from the moment you read the script, because the character felt too familiar and close. A woman scorned, reborn from the ashes of her own destruction.

“She gave them everything, and now she’ll take it all back.”

That one line was enough to fuel your performance, turning it into a masterclass in acting. Your director praised you endlessly, your co-stars were in awe, and even the producers—one of whom had once been a key sponsor of Max—were captivated. You convinced them to join the project though you weren’t really sure if they ended up doing so out of pity or as a subtle jab at the driver who had severed ties with them at the peak of his career. 

Either way, the message was clear: a middle finger to the boy in a narrative where you were only ever relevant because of him.

Then came your real return to the public eye. Your rebirth.

The docile girl who once stayed quiet, who barely spoke to the press, who even put her acting career on hold. The girl who lived in Max Verstappen’s shadow, was gone.

Your first public appearance, where you began promoting the film that would mark your resurgence, was at the Cannes Film Festival. You walked the red carpet with a confidence you hadn't felt in years, perhaps ever. The camera flashes were relentless, but you smiled because you knew exactly what they had expected to see: a broken, shattered woman.

Instead, your thirst for revenge made sure you left an impression, one so striking that it became the talk of the town for days.

“Y/N Y/L/N: UNBOTHERED QUEEN OR A POISONOUS SNAKE?”

You couldn't help but smirk when you read the article. In fact, you couldn’t resist making it your first Instagram post in that new era.

“Let them talk,” you thought. Because in a few weeks, everything would become even more interesting.

You had known you’d see Max again the moment you received an invitation to a TAG Heuer event as part of your film’s promotion. Your agent had tried to find a way to decline, suggesting excuses convincing enough to avoid the inevitable encounter.

Your answer?

You told her to find the best designer in the industry to create a dress dripping in subtle, unmistakable messages. A dress that would make it clear just how much you had moved on.

And so, in the heart of Monaco, in a lavish mansion hosting the exclusive party, you finally saw him again.

To no one’s surprise, he was wearing the same suit he always chose for events like this. His hair was styled, though slightly tousled because you knew he hated looking too put-together. A champagne flute rested in his hand as he moved through the room, making conversation with the other guests, effortless as ever.

Then, just as he finished speaking with his team principal, Christian Horner, and his wife, he turned.

And his eyes met yours.

415 days.

That’s how long it had been since the last time he looked at you.

You couldn’t lie, it hit you like a punch to the gut. A searing, burning weight in your chest, making it hard to breathe. Especially when he began walking toward you slowly, deliberately.

And when you saw the flicker of emotion in his gaze, when you felt the sting of tears threatening your own eyes, you reminded yourself why you were there.

You thought of every headline they had written about you. The way the media had twisted your story, painted you as something you weren’t. The way your reputation had plummeted overnight, forcing you to rebuild yourself into someone new, someone unbreakable.

Most of all, you thought about the moment Max chose to cut you out of his life completely when all you ever wanted was just an explanation for the breakup.

Just for him to care enough to silence the world that had made your life a living hell.

That was the moment you realized you were ready to see Max again.

He, however, wasn’t ready to see you.

“Y/N. Long time no see.”

He stood in front of you, avoiding your gaze. His voice was rough, uncertain.

“Max,” you murmured, taking a sip of your champagne, ignoring the way his eyes lingered on your lips. “It’s been a while.”

He didn’t answer, and you didn’t bother to say anything else. Instead, you turned toward the balcony just a few steps away, where the view stretched across most of the principality. The city lights shimmered before you, captivating you, reminding you that this place had once been your safe haven, your refuge… The setting of dreams that never became reality, of a life you once envisioned but that crumbled before it could ever be built.

You tensed at the sound of footsteps behind you, but you didn’t turn around.

You knew it was Max. And you also knew you should have left. Should have walked away, let him drown in his guilt, let the weight of regret eat away at him.

But instead, you drank the last sip of champagne, carelessly let the empty glass slip from your fingers, watching as it shattered into tiny shards against the floor, then turned to face him.

“Are you just going to stand there looking at me like I’m the best thing you’ve ever seen in your fucking life, or are you going to say something that makes sense for once?”

He inhaled sharply. You knew you had hit where it hurt the most: his pride.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was low, but his frustration was unmistakable. “To play the vengeful ex? To prove something? To prove something to yourself?”

You let his words settle, rolling them over in your mind, searching for a reply that would cut just as deep.

“Prove something? To someone? To myself?” You tilted your head back and let out a hollow laugh. “That’s funny, Max, because I don’t think I’ve ever needed to prove anything to anyone, including you. Tell me, have I ever needed to prove anything to you?”

Yes, that you loved him with everything you had. And where had that gotten you?

“You’ve turned this into a game, into some kind of performance,” he said coldly, his blue eyes cutting into you like daggers.

“If you want to say so…” you smirked, voice laced with mockery, "Honestly, I wouldn't mind being the actress starring in your bad dreams but, between you and I… I think I already am."

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. Max, however, wasn’t laughing. His irritation was growing, his anger simmering beneath the surface, and for the first time, you felt a flicker of unease at the way he was looking at you, clouded with something dark, something dangerous.

“A game? Seriously, Max?” You spoke again, stepping closer, fingers playing with the fabric of his tie. “Tell me, who was the one who started this game? Was it me, when I heard you say you wanted to focus on your career instead of a relationship? Was it your fans, when they decided I was the villain in our story? Was it when they painted me as the ruthless bitch who left you the moment I got the fame I wanted? Or was it when you stayed silent, letting them believe it, knowing damn well it was all a lie?”

Max flinched. He knew you were right, but his pride, his damn pride, kept him from admitting it.

“I never—”

“Oh, cut the bullshit,” you cut him off, turning away before spinning back to face him. “You never defended me. You let them say whatever the hell they wanted. You let them tear me apart while you laughed at their comments, dodged their questions… feeding into the rumors you knew weren’t true.”

“It wasn’t that simple—”

“No, Max, it really was that simple,” you shot back, raising your voice. “It was as simple as telling the truth. Or saying something, anything, really. Even a lie would’ve been better than leaving me to burn the way you did. You let them think I used you, that I never loved you, that I walked away without a second thought.”

“You did walk away, don’t act like you didn’t—”

You froze. You had heard that accusation before, over and over. But the way he said it now, the coldness in his tone, it was what finally made you snap.

“What the hell was I supposed to do, Max? Follow you around like some desperate puppy after you told me you wanted to focus on your career?” you shouted, not caring who might hear. “Stay with you while every headline called me a gold-digging whore? Let strangers tell me and truly believe that, if I had a career, it was only because of you?”

Your breath was coming faster now, your chest tightening with an anxiety you hadn’t felt in a long time, and you didn’t miss.

“Do you even know what it’s like, Max? To have your entire existence reduced to being someone’s girlfriend and the main character of a series of meaningless scandals?”

Max said nothing.

“You never had to explain yourself, Max. Never. If you won races, they praised you. If you lost, they still worshiped you. If you got into fights or disappeared for weeks, you were still Red Bull’s golden boy, still the one everyone adored. But me?” You shook your head, laughing bitterly. “I had to justify my own success… the success I had built long before you and I were ever a thing.”

“I never wanted that for you—”

“And yet, you let it happen.” Your voice softened, a hint of something almost like pity creeping in. “You let them destroy me just to keep yourself clean. I don’t know if it was your idea, your dad’s, or your PR team’s, and honestly, I don’t even care anymore. I don’t wish the same on you, Max, I really don’t… but I do wish you’d had to live through it, even just for a second, so you’d understand.”

“I…”

Max dragged a hand through his hair, restless. His eyes darted around, unable to meet yours, his whole body tense with unspoken words. And despite everything, despite all the pain, you knew one thing for certain: at the end of your reputation, you were truly feeling alive.

“I didn’t know what to do,” he finally admitted. “I didn’t know how to fix it. How to make it stop—”

“That’s the thing, Max,” you murmured, tilting your head. “You never had to fix anything. You just had to stand by me.”

The weight of those words settled between you both, heavy and inescapable.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You simply stood there, staring at each other, reliving every second, every memory, every moment you once thought would last forever.

Max thought about how much he wanted to go back to those moments. You simply smiled to yourself, knowing you had walked away from the person who had broken every single promise to protect you.

“Did you ever love me?”

The question caught you completely off guard. A lump formed in your throat.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to remember everything…

The way you looked at him, and he at you, as if nothing else in the world existed. 

The way he held you in his arms every night before bed, only to do it again as you both drifted off to sleep.

The way you cupped his face in your hands and kissed him, in front of everyone, after he won a race, a championship, feeling as if the world around you had vanished.

A year ago, even a few months ago, that question would have been easy to answer. But now?

You remembered how lonely you felt when the world turned against you. How Max seemed to disappear from the face of the earth, only to reappear on TV, in Formula 1, no longer as your ex-boyfriend but as a public figure you had once idolized enough to believe you belonged by his side.

“I don’t think that matters anymore.”

You didn’t say anything else. Wrapping your arms around yourself, seeking comfort, reassurance, trying to convince yourself you were doing the right thing.

"Goodbye, Max."

For the first time, as you walked away from Max Verstappen, you didn’t look back.

He felt lost. For the first time, he truly understood that he had lost the love of his life and regretted not doing anything to stop it.

But you? You simply smiled and kept walking, head held high, feeling better than ever because this time, for the first time ever, you had won.

And also, for the first time ever, you weren’t going to apologize for winning.

If you like my content, and would like to support me, you can do it here <3 Thank you so much for reading until the very end! <3

[vorfreudevortex]

a portrait of us masterlist

a nanami x reader smau

warnings: angst lol, slow burn, swearing, a little ooc

notes: this is my first work i've ever posted so pls bear with me. constructive criticism is always welcome! <3

it's been 10 years since you ran away from the painful world of jujutsu sorcery to return home. during this time you've begun to make quite a name for yourself as an artist, with the height of your career so far being a lucrative and life-changing opportunity to have your art shown at the museum of contemporary art in tokyo. an unexpected text from an old friend starts rippling through other aspects of your life to make you wonder if you should've ever stopped thinking about what could've been.

"you've always been my muse. for every line and stroke i've ever painted. our love is in every canvas i've ever touched."

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

part eleven

part twelve

part thirteen

part fourteen

part fifteen

part sixteen - epilogue

© vorfreudevortex | all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, repost, or otherwise share my work.

[mazywrites]

‘A FAVOUR’ part 3

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem! reader

SYNOPSIS: you’ve never got along with the infamous Anthony Lockwood, and to your displeasure, he turns up needing a ‘favour’

THEMES: slowburn, enemies to lovers

REQUESTED BY: @that-choir-girl

WARNINGS: none, just some dislike between characters

NOTES: part one to a series (my masterlist) not proofread yet || leave a comment below to join my taglist! requests are currently open but it may take a while for me to get around to them

My work is not to be reposted, copied, translated or used in any form without explicit permission from myself.

taglist for this fic: @my-space13reading @scarab-8 @that-choir-girl @mazzbarnes @kenthoe @snoopyluver20 @shakespearseclipse @fineshytnaomi @dearhnymn @lady-ashfade @death-befor-decaf @cookie369 @nansasa this includes anyone who asked to be added to it, or who specifically commented for another part. please do say so if you'd like to be added or removed, as this taglist will be used on all my lw&co works

This still needs editing, so no judgement pls lol

You had done all you could for years to avoid the excuse of an Agency called Lockwood and Co. Since your days at Fittes, it had been clear they were competition, as Quill Kipps had been kind enough to remind you whenever they managed to make it into the papers for something new. Thankfully, now, you worked alone, with no ties to a team, especially not to one with an undesirable reputation for setting houses alight. 

So the rivalry between yourself and Lockwood and Co. didn’t exist any longer, not the way it once had.

But the dislike most definitely did. 

But now, they needed an extra hand, and you needed some cash. It was almost a blessing in disguise; being a freelancer didn’t mean you were working very often. At most, it tended to be on small jobs for private companies, like excavators, alongside scrawny, little Nightwatch kids, who were a headache of their own. So deep down, you needed this. And at twice your usual rate? Absolutely. 

The only downside was Anthony Lockwood. 

Allegedly, the research Lockwood and his colleagues had carried out had proven that this case was beyond the efforts of only three people. 

As you were to later learn, any case was beyond the efforts of these three people.

It had felt off from the moment you’d arrived at the manor. It was freezing, the air malice and sinister— and it didn’t help that the stupid little team of theirs hadn’t even arrived yet. You’d waited in the cold for what felt like hours until a cab finally pulled up, and out jumped three people.

Lucy Carlyle, attentive and sharp, looked irate, as she often seemed to.

George Karim looked sharp, as if his mind was already racing. He didn’t spare you a glance.

And finally, emerged Anthony Lockwood. He shot you a look, a cross between an attempt at a smirk and a acknowledging nod. He looked rather stupid, but that was nothing new. It was something he was good at, if anything. 

The only thing he was better at was being an absolute ass.

Groups had been assigned rapidly, as though they had already been planned. 

“George, Luce, upstairs. Have a look around before it gets dark.” His tone turned darker, almost like he was disgusted. “I’ll deal with this.”

Deal with this? Had you imagined it, or had his chin jerked in your direction at that statement?

His colleagues headed upstairs pronto. 

“What exactly are you dealing with?” You asked, a brow raised. 

Composed though he acted, you could see the muscle twitching in Lockwood’s jaw. “Nothing worthy of mentioning.”

You.

The stupid boy.

With someone like him, there were two possible reasons you could think of for him pairing up with you for this. Either he thought you'd be a hazardous nuisance to the remainder of the team (rich from him), or he saw this as an opportunity to push some buttons. Like many did, he must have known you detested being told what to do.

Lockwood did exactly that. 

“Take a reading,” he told you, pushing open the door to the first room. “Hurry up.”

How amateur did he think you were?

Fortunately for him, once again, you needed this job. So you clenched your fists (painfully itching to swing at him), bit your tongue, and got right to work. 

For the next half an hour or so, the manor was relatively quiet, but Lockwood was hardly that. His voice, that accursed, cocky, horrid voice of his echoed back at you from every crevice of the house with another damn order, or another unnecessary observation noted out loud--you were starting to think he was actually as mad as he looked. His coat, long, grotesque and anything but practical, got caught on whatever was within reach, and after pausing so he could gather it for the fifth time, you'd had enough.

“Why’d you even wear that damn thing?” you hissed, yanking it free from an expensive-looking decorative piece it had stuck to. “It’s a distraction! And it’s bloody repulsive!”

Lockwood spun instantly to face you, face drawn in out outrage, lips parted. “I think it’s quite practical, thank you very much! Maybe you should stop looking at me and have a look around!"

Now it was your turn to be outraged. “At you? I value my eyesight, Lockwood."

But he wasn’t looking at you; he held up the rear end of his coat, staring at it in disbelief, mouth ajar. “And you’ve ripped it, too!”

You snatched the end of his coat from his grasp, letting it fall. "Just stop talking, for goodness' sake!"

“You stop speaking,” he snapped, "in that horrid voice of yours!"

"Don't you speak to me like that!" you sniped back, hand instinctively nearing to the hilt of your rapier.

"I'll speak to you how I like," scoffed Lockwood in response. "Need I remind you how you doused me in coffee the other day?"

"It was tea, and I'd happily do it again!"

Lockwood opened his mouth to retort, his face twisted, when the door behind you both swung open with a deafening thud. Both of you jumped in sync, freezing momentarily as you stared expectantly at the doorway. It was wide open, now, but no one was stood on the other end. Lockwood exhaled.

"Type two," you said, easing your hold on your rapier.

He turned away from the door without response to this. "On to the next room."

It continued like this, for what felt like an eternity, until Lockwood headed towards the kitchen, without explanation, and you followed in annoyance. Wordlessly, he pulled up two bags onto the counter, presumably left by George and Lucy. He hummed, pulling out a thermos from the bag, a grin spreading across his face. "Luce!" he called, "George!"

You pulled out a chair from the huge, wooden table and took a seat with a sigh. You couldn't help but glance over at the racket Lockwood was making. He had pulled out little plastic tubs, containing what looked like a variety of sandwiches.

"It-is-freezing upstairs!" exclaimed George, entering the kitchen, closely followed by Lucy, who wiped at her forehead. "There has to be multiple type twos."

Lucy nodded, dropping into the seat to your side as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "There's no chance we're getting all of them done tonight."

"We'll manage," promised Lockwood with an ugly grin. "Worst case scenario, me and George already checked for a hotel-there's one open nearby for nighwatch kids."

Lucy didn't seem too keen, but Lockwood slid a steaming cup of tea down the table towards her. "Here."

You shifted awkwardly in your seat. You really could have done with a drink, with a bite to eat, but there was no chance you were going to ask him for one.

Lockwood slid another cup down the table towards Lucy. His face remained facing away from you, and he busied George with talk lowly.

"Here," muttered Lucy, pushing it towards you with her palm, a gentle smile on her face, it didn't last. She propped her face up on a hand, elbow resting on the table.

"Ten minutes," she commented loudly, making Lockwood look over.

"We'll get started straight away," he swore, taking a sip from his own drink. "I don't want to stay any more than you do, Luce."

How nice of him.

It would have been nicer if he had brought sufficient equipment. But he hadn't, as you learned, roughly ten minutes later, returning from the toilet.

"Two flares," screeched Lucy loudly. "Two, Lockwood!"

"I packed enough!" yelled back Lockwood, his face reddening, his hair falling from the gel cast it had been trapped in. "One of you must have taken them out!"

"Oh, yes, blame us, why don't you?" she retorted, her eyes narrowed, her fists clenched. "What about the chains?"

"That was George's job!"

The pair turned abruptly to stare at her dark-haired boy floating by the sink. "Don't look at me like that, I put some in all three of our bags! It's not my fault the pair of you took them out!"

"I've not took anything out!" defended Lucy, "Just admit you didn't pack them!"

"Oh, now you're blaming me?"

"This isn't getting us anywhere," intervened Lockwood, but both of his colleagues glared at him. Lockwood almost seemed to shrink under their gaze. "We call it a night," he said with a nod, "and we come back tomorrow. Okay?"

He didn't get a response. Lucy, muttering to herself, rose, presumably to go collect her belongings, brushing past you lightly. George followed, but not without a withering look towards Lockwood, who was packing up the bag before.

You couldn't help but smirk. "I see why DEPRAC can't stand you." He looked at you with a brow raised as if daring you to continue. "Forgetting the essentials?"

"I wish we'd forgot you," he retorted, but this only got a dramatic laugh.

"I got here myself by train, actually, so you hardly could have "forgot me","

"Yeah, well, maybe you're the reason we forgot things!" he snapped, his grip on the thermos tightening. threateningly.

"And how'd you figure that one out, Tom Rotwell?" Goodness, he really did like deflecting blame.

"Not exactly easy to think," he said, zipping the bag shut ferociously, "knowing I'm going to see your face later."

You paused. Lockwood did too, as if that had sounded better in his head than out loud.

"So you were thinking about seeing my face? How sweet of you." you pouted, ignoring the quickened pace of your heart. Why was it doing that?

He cast a look at you. "I thought of it," he specified, "and I vomited. Continuously."

He was quick, at times. You had to give him that.

"Meaning you thought of me continuously?"

"I think of killing you continuously, so I suppose so, in a way."

He took a casual seat at the dining table, as if proud of his response, one leg folded across the other. On the table. In a client’s kitchen.

What a prick.

Half an hour later, you were all stood outside the manor in the cold, each one but you clasping bags. Lockwood clapped and rubbed his hands together. "Right, come on. This isn't the sort of spot for nightcabs. Hotel's about a mile away."

A mile away. In the dead of night. Ill-equipped. How pleasant.

You wandered a short distance behind Lockwood, Lucy and George during the walk to the hotel, studying each of them absent-mindedly.

They each held a number of bags, so many in total that it was difficult to understand how they'd even managed to fill them if they hadn't brought enough chains or flares. But this was Anthony Lockwood at the end of the day. Was it really surprising?

A fair amount of times, you considered offering to take a bag from Lucy, who easily seemed the most likeable of the trio, perhaps because she'd yelled at Lockwood for you to see. The time you did really try to, you were interrupted.

"Ah, a telephone!" He exclaimed, that insufferable grin on his face. "You go ahead, i'll be a second."

They barely acknowledged this, still seemingly irritated. Lockwood attempted to reach into his trouser pocket, shuffling along slowly. HE huffed, looking over for George and Lucy who were already too far to call back. He scowled. "Do you have any change?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Do you have any manners?"

He rolled his eyes. "Could I borrow some change, please?"

This wasn't exactly satisfying, but you reached into the pocket of your jacket and handed a spare few coins over regardless.

"Cheers."

He shuffled the bags around, as if trying to clear his arms, but it was useless;there was far too many. And you weren't offering a hand.

Lockwood's solution?

To throw the strap of one of the bags right over your head, leaving it hanging from you. Your mouth opened in outrage, but it was pointless.

He had stalked off towards the phone box already.

Stupid boy.

Praying for a miraculous asteroid to strike the earth and sweep him away, you walked, speeding up so you wouldn't have to walk with him. But he seemed a quick walker, for he joined you only two minutes later, without a word.

The hotel he spoke of was hardly luxury. The only room available was one with three beds. Made for nightwatch kids, as Lockwood had reminded everyone following complaints.

You certainly weren't going to take the floor. You'd have nominated Lockwood, but he seemed to put himself forward of his own accord. Typical of him. Trying to play hero! (You'd have found it sweet had it been anyone else)

"It's not as though we'll get much sleep anyways," he said, rolling out a sleepingbag for himself. "I'm going to go find out where the nearest supply store is, and get us some chains."

"We'll sort that," said Lucy, rising from her bed. "Right, George?"

He nodded, pushing his glasses further up his nose. "Just so we know nothing's missing." He glowered pointedly.

"Formed an alliance, have you? grumbled Lockwood, kicking off his shoes. "Go ahead then, don't let me stop you."

You bit back a grin, but it faltered as soon as they did in fact go. You'd rather not be alone with him.

But the second the door shut, he leapt onto George's bed as though he'd forgotten you were even there.

You tried to replicate his ease, but you couldn’t sleep, not when the room was so suffocating. Every movement echoed, every sigh and shift. 

He hardly seemed bothered. His breathing was even, his back to you. Thankfully.

But it annoyed you,the longer you thought about it, that he was so peaceful. Would anyone notice if you went over there and suffocated him with a pillow?

But you needed your pay, so it would have to wait. 

You stared up at the cracked ceiling, hands folded behind your head as you listened to the gentle patter of rain outside. Sleep was finally knocking, but perhaps that was your brain trying to block out the light sound of snoring from that creature across the room.

But the moment your eyes began to flutter shut, you were hit with the sudden sensation of falling, as well as a sound. Your eyes shot open. 

Lockwood was sat upright. His posture was stiff, las though he'd seen a ghost unequipped, and as you stared at him in confusion, you worried for a split second that he was actually suffocating. Why was he breathing so shallow?

You stiffened too, sitting upright. Your first instinct was to leave him be.

This wasn’t your business.

Yet you couldn't help but speak.

“Lockwood?”

He didn’t reply, and his gaze remained unfocused, his brows eyes wide. 

“Lockwood?” your heartbeat quickened. There was no smirk, no dirty look at the sound of your voice. “What—”

He inhaled sharply—he couldn’t breathe. His hand was outstretched, eyes wide in terror. 

“Shit!” you kicked back your duvet and shot up, with no particular clue on what to do. Bile rose in your throat.

Lockwood was pale, as were his knuckles as he gripped his throat, like he was trying to loosen a tie he wasn’t even wearing. His eyes squeezed shut, mouth moving, but he couldn’t string together any actual words. 

“Lockwood!” you called sharply, a hand raised hesitantly as you approached his bed. 

He was still distant, his body tense and trembling. 

Your mind raced as you glanced around, as though someone would magically appear to assist the boy. You certainly weren’t going to. 

Yes you were. You had to. 

“Bloody hell” you muttered, crouching beside his bed. Your hand hovered mid-air, and after a deep breath, came to rest on his arm. “Lockwood?”

He was whispering now, his eyes darting from you to his own quaking hands. You sat beside him hesitantly, and suddenly, he had fallen against your shoulder will full force. He slumped there, his muttering ceasing, but instead, his arm wrapped around your middle. It was tight, like he thought he’d fall from the face of the earth if he was to let go. 

“I didn’t save you,” he spoke into your shoulder, voice teary and muffled. “I—I’m so sorry—”

Your breath hitched in your throat. This wasn’t meant for you. He hadn’t realised who you were in his terror, it seemed, still too submerged in whatever horrors he had seen.

He thought you were someone else. 

“Lockwood,” you called ever so slightly softer. You patted him on the back as gently as you could manage. “You’re okay. You— you can let go.”

His grip loosened and he moved for a second, long enough for you to see his eyes shut. But then he’d pulled you close again, his hold even firmer, his forehead pressed to yours, gentle thumbs brushing your face. Your eyed widened. For a moment, you didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t supposed to be you. It wasn’t real. 

But his terror was, and you didn’t have it in you to shove him away and tell him to help himself. You couldn’t.

You didn’t move, but almost naturally, your hand wrapped around one of his wrists, patting it soothingly. 

The tension in his seemed to finally begin to ease, his breathing beginning to slow. 

It felt like hours. He clung to you, and you tried to support him as gently as you could. 

His eyes were still clenched shut, and for a moment, you thought he was asleep. 

Until the door of the room swung open. 

“It is freezing—” Lucy stopped. And for a second, so did your heart. 

“What the hell?”

George’s voice seemed to pull Lockwood out of his trance. It was like he stirred for a moment before blinking rapidly. His gaze travelled around the room far too slowly, and then onto you before him. It was then that you realised his hands were still on either side of your face, your own hand holding his wrist. 

He went pale. 

Then red. 

He almost threw you off.  

His voice was hoarse. “What the—“

“Nightmare,” your voice was suddenly much harder, void of emotion. You weren’t entirely sure what had changed. “You were…suffocating.”

He looked mortified, his red eyes wide. He glanced at the other two. He rubbed the back of his neck with a shaking hand. “What–What did I—”

“Mistook me for someone else,” you cut him off sharply. “It’s fine.”

No one spoke. Lockwood was still breathing loudly. He swallowed, running a hand through his messy hair, refusing to meet your gaze. 

George looked baffled, brows furrowed as he glanced between you both. Lucy’s face was unreadable, but you knew she was trying to piece together what she had seen. 

You stood up.

But even as you turned away, heading back to your side of the room, you could feel the weight of him against your chest, the warmth of his arm snaking around your back to tug you close. There was nothing much to it, obviously. You couldn’t stand him at all. It was meaningless, you were just caught by surprise. 

Yet somehow, you felt a void of warmth.

[bah-theater-archive]

can i get a lvl 3 pack with the aesthetic add on for an undead Michael Afton (FNAF) fragment, pls?

Level 3 🎭 + 1 Add-On

Theme: Michael Afton (Five Nights at Freddy’s) fictive

Name: Michael, Mike, Seymour, Eric

Age: Ageless

Pronouns: he/it/rot/dead/zombie/guard/ve

Genders: demiboy, boything

Orientation: Bisexual

Role: Protector / Substitute

Species: Undead

Personality traits: paranoid / sarcastic / workaholic

Source: Five Nights at Freddy’s

Sign off/emojis: 🫀🪻, ![name]?, 🔪🫀

Likes: masks / doodling / productivity / soap operas

Dislikes: family / bullying / blood / robots

Hobbies: working / art / mechanics

Typing quirks: a -> @, i -> •, e -> 3, t -> +, s-> z, always uses punctuation (l•k3 +h•z.) [note: for typing quirks of this complexity, please provide a translation so people can understand it!]

Speech quirks: very scratchy and rough, like his throat is always sore.

Aesthetic: Grunge

Picrew:

Michael always needs to be working on something, or he’ll get antsy. He also loves doodling and leaving comments on things, like assignments or books that he’s allowed to annotate. Rot is very technical and can sometimes find empathy and emotions difficult to understand. Blood makes it very anxious, as well as humanoid robots. Guard is gentle with other people, somewhat asocial but despises cruelty and bullying. Ve can also become paranoid and fearful easily, especially in the dark.

Extra picrews:

Link to first picture, due to lack of signature

Playlist: Same Damn Life - Seether / Never Too Late - Three Days Grace / Riot! - Three Days Grace / Bad Company - Five Finger Death Punch / The Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin

Front triggers: Robotics / Work

Music genre: Rock

Thank you, thank you! We hope you enjoyed your stay!

[kaiowut99]

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters GX Episodes 120-121 Subbed (Finalized)

(Previously: Episodes 117-119 Subbed [Finalized])

(Check out my Subbed!GX Stream Masterpost!)

TURN-120: A Battle in a Different World! The Gem Beasts VS Harpie Lady

Upon opening his eyes after his life-or-death bout with Cobra, Judai finds himself in... a desert--a desert in which only the Duel Academia school building stands, making this an odd situation. Well-versed in geology, Jim posits that the Duel Academia has been flung into a different world, the strange circumstances causing disorder among the Duel Academia's students. Things turn for the worse as the Monsters made real in this world come to attack. Johan confronts the Harpie Lady invasion, but...

TURN-121: Survival in the Desert! Johan VS the Antlion

Something has caused Rei to sustain a serious injury. To acquire medicine to treat Rei, Judai and co. head for a submarine that Misawa saw, having to traverse the desert in order to get to where the submarine is. A materialized Titan appears before Judai and the others there, obstructing their way. A battle begins between Titan and Johan, and as Titan materializes his Sand Doodlebug to attack him, Johan responds with his Gem Beasts. However, with Titan summoning a Monster that is at its best in the Desert, Johan is gradually cornered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Does anyone else have sand in their everywhere

Slight delay aside, episodes 120 and 121 are now up and finalized! With Cobra out of the picture, we shift into a bit of a transition arc as we get more setup for the second half of Season 3, with a little dimension-hopping as our crew gets warped to a Desert world (featuring three suns like the Gravekeepers' world) and come face-to-face with materialized Monsters. I do appreciate how this shakes things up and gives us a setting that's away from the Academia island, and also getting the glorious [yet random] return of Misawa, 5-o'clock shadow and all; 120 effectively serves as setup for how this new world works, as well as finally getting Samejima back [as Chronos notes, he never is around for times like these] with Pegasus coming to join him, and the glowing boy getting his hand on Martin, with 121 showing us more, and also a hint at who might be behind the arm ("This pain... is your love, isn't it?"). Also, materialized Winged Kuriboh is precious.

Animation error-wise, there actually wasn't too much overall! (Which is nice since I can keep it all to one post, lol.) Though that would happen since these don't have too much going on all told. 120 gets two small fixes with the Ojamas-in-bed scene and Sapphire Pegasus's second ATK/DEF counter, while 121 gets a handful of mostly quality-of-watching ones, with one card fix and a couple of on-screen translation edits. Details under the cut below for the interested!

Quick housekeeping: I re-finalized episode 46 after an "I activate an Quick-Play" typo was brought to my attention (a holdover from my "Instant Magic" days--thanks to Lyeat Akiyama over on NAC for the heads-up [pls let me know if you find typos while watching!]), as well as 119 after missing an update to the Program Marketing credit in the ED (Kenrou Utsumi taking over from Machiko Ishii as of 119). The 119 link in 117-119's release post now links to the re-uploaded version, as does 46's in its post; I've updated both links in the Masterpost and will be posting the re-finalized hardsub/script/MKV for 46 and hardsub for 119 on NAC soon as I post these.

Anywho, enjoy! With these done, I'll be getting into the ZEXAL stretch of TFSP for a bit as I revise what I'd already worked on for Yuma's story and then start on the next one, as well as getting my ARC-V "Dub-Uncut" edit for episode 1 finally off my backburner (subsequent episodes shouldn't take that long lol--though it's funny, I wasn't going to sub ARC-V since Crunchyroll's done so, but in revising their subs to use with my DU releases [since I want to release dual-audio versions], I still revised quite a bit like it'd be my own take anyway lol, so I guess I am in some way 🙃). After that, it'll be onto GX 122-123 as we get into the Invasion of the Body-Snatchers Duel Zombies stretch of this arc--stay tuned!

Fixes & Edits! (120)

As Manjoume gets up from his Infirmary bed, he pushes the bed sheets down to the foot of the bed, revealing the Ojamas--now materialized--under them. But as the sheets pass over them, there's a quick frame of sheet movement (lasting for three frames) where the sheets are drawn over Ojama Yellow's eyes (partially over his left eye and fully over his right). A quick fix in Sony Vegas by masking Ojama Yellow's eyes from the prior frame on top of the sheets.

As a persistent Harpie Lady comes back for an attack, Johan re-summons Sapphire Pegasus to take her on--but for a quick frame just before his ATK/DEF counter disappears, we can see it start decreasing. A quick fix in Vegas as I masked in the counter from the frame just before to hold it in place (couldn't just hold the frame prior as a whole as the scene started to fade into showing Johan and co. on this last counter frame).

Fixes & Edits! (121)

As Titan asks Johan if he will be his opponent, their split-screen levels up as it becomes a split-screen of their Disks activating, but the split with Titan's starts sliding in a frame before Johan's, causing both to be uneven as they slide in. Fixed in Vegas by masking in Titan's Disk split to start its slide-in with Johan's Disk split.

After the eyecatch, Johan bemoans how his Gem Beasts are at a huge disadvantage on the Desert field effectively in play, before Titan slides in on a split-screen to gloat about how there's nowhere to escape in this world of endless sand--but Johan starts moving for his slide-in a frame early; fixed in Vegas by editing Titan's slide-in for 3-4 frames to time it with Johan's moving. Then, as their split-screen splits to show Cobalt Eagle being summoned by Johan, Johan's split takes a frame longer than Titan's to slide offscreen; fixed in Vegas by just replacing this frame with the following no-split one.

For the hardsub: as Amon sneaks around in the Garam submarine, he finds his bio information on a computer, which he goes on to delete; I set up this edit back when handling his bio in 111 to get it out of the way, applying my translation of his bio to this screen using the CC Power Pin effect in AfterEffects, masking in the edges for blending. (And, of course, edited a dub version for reasons.)

Later, to deal with the Devil Scorpion onslaught, Judai summons Clayman in Defense Mode to hold them off, but the card's reversed as he plays it on his Disk, with its name box facing to the right. Fixed using AfterEffects to apply a correctly facing proxy, masking Judai's fingers onto it and using some motion tracking during the initial rapid blurry zoom-out, while also masking the original card border around it for blending; I then used Vegas to re-zoom the post-rapid-zoom-out fix into the remaining bit of the shot to keep the card consistently edited (since the motion tracking didn't come out perfectly for that part).

After 8-Claws Scorpion's able to take out a face-down Clayman, Johan summons Amethyst Cat and Topaz Tiger to corner and deal with all the Scorpions, but for a quick frame after they're summoned, as they start to split apart from their split-screen, Amethyst's isn't given a border (it gets a border in the frame after). Fixed in Vegas by applying a quick border to her split, masking in part of the following shot of Johan behind the two splits.

For the hardsub: in the preview for 122, as we see Manjoume hanging out in the Food Storage facility, there are posters with Mrs. Tome behind him, saying "Our Food's Important" and "No Stealin' Allowed 🧡"; wanting to translate these in 122 proper--madman that I am as there are about 22-23 total shots I'll be editing--I worked on translating these there first. I worked off the best front-facing shots of them that there were in the episode and made a full translated copy of each poster, repainting Tome as needed to cover up the Japanese text (annoyingly, I couldn't get the border on the heart to blur nicely but oh well), which I then used AfterEffects to Power Pin into place, masking in only the bits with the translated text. Then, for this shot, I used some motion tracking to track the panning across the shot, and then applied that tracked motion to the edit.

Also for the hardsub, the subsequent shot after #6 shows Manjoume with the Ojamas fading in to join him, with the poster on the right behind him; I applied my translation for that poster there, masking in the top tip of Manjoume's hair over the edit as needed.

Also also for the hardsub: during the "Just After This!" preview clip before the best card segment, we see Manjoume prepping his Disk in front of that second poster; I applied my edit to this scene, as well, masking in Manjoume's hair over it, but I also had to take some of the frames and touch them up in Photoshop, since the color of the original text was bleeding into his hair. The poster on the left also appears in the shot as Manjoume plays Tribute to the Dead/Doomed; I applied my edit there as well, masking Manjoume's shoulder over it and dimming it as the shot dims while the light from the card radiates out.

[katgametable]

Oxventurer’s Guild Season 3: The Orbpocalypse Saga

Oxventurer’s Guild Season 3 marked a notable shift in structure and strategy. While they had already used a “long story in episodes” format previously with Blades in the Dark, they were bringing it to DnD. The Orbpocalypse Saga lasted twelve episodes. After that, they did a number of live shows and specials before starting Season 4, so I have grouped those as part of this season, after Orbpocalypse. Orbpocalypse was filmed via video-share, pre-recorded and edited before broadcast. Of the specials, most were filmed in live shows, although Hog Wild was an in-studio pre-record, Battle for Bardcon was a live stream, and Big Deck Energy was a video-share pre-record.

With regards to cast make-up, it was largely the same group as always, with a few exceptions. Luke stepped away for a few episodes of Orbpocalypse, then had to miss the live show Wedded Redemption. That live show featured special guest Harry McEntire (who would later become the DM for Natural Six) as Aubrey the Tabaxi Sorceror. The following live show, Let’s Get Fiscal, Johnny had to withdraw at the last minute and gave their notes to Luke to DM in their place.

The season is all on YouTube, and all but one is on podcast. The exception is Big Deck Energy, which was a slightly experimental session mixing DnD with Magic: The Gathering, and thus had a substantial visual component they felt couldn’t translate into audio-only (not entirely sure how easy I’ll find it to write up, but I’ll do my best).

But before they started the season, Johnny released a short “story so far” video which was more of a character introduction, and an Episode 0: The Levelling, to detail levelling up. The Levelling was presented as a podcast episode, but I present my write-up of it to you here:

Jane is joined by Ellen to discuss The Levelling. After discussing video games, Ellen describes the process as taking off the training wheels, and explains that she and Mike are now playing their characters as prepared casters, choosing their spells each session. She describes it as being freeing but not OP. She mentions Johnny was so excited by everything, and that it gives more of an insight into the players rather than the character.

They’re going up from Level 7 to Level 8.

Corazon adds 2 to Constitution and clarifies how his multi-class works. Basically he’s just taking all the Swashbuckler levels, but keeping his handful of mostly utility spells. He’s looking forward to getting Panache at Level 9. He also gets some more hit points.

For Dob, Luke put the character sheet into DnD Beyond to neaten things up, track spell slots, and roll large numbers of dice. But in the process, his ability scores got a little messed up, probably due to removing maths errors. He puts his two points into Wisdom. He’s chosen the new spell Shatter. It may or may not be deployed on crotches. And again, more hit points.

Egbert isn’t getting new spells, but he boosts his Charisma by 2. He will not fix his -1 Wisdom modifier. And more hit points.

Prudence swaps her Sign of Ill Omen invocation (because she never used it) for Eldritch Spear, which will let her snipe with Eldritch Blast, up to 300 feet. She doesn’t get any more spell slots, but did take the spell Banish. She puts her 2 points into Wisdom and some more hit points.

Ellen explains that they’d vastly simplified playing as a Druid, picking the spells to learn permanently, but now Merilwen’s picking every day from a very large deck of spell cards. She’s gained another spell slot. She’s also been playing with set animal forms, but she’s now going to be using Wild Shape properly. She adds 1 point each to Wisdom (bringing it up to 20) and Constitution. She’d also forgotten to bring up her Spell Save DC three levels ago, but has sorted that. And more hit points. 

Johnny is taking the training wheels off and going to stop letting them off the hook. They are going to insist on tracking spell slots. That means they’ll have to play differently, but will probably have more fireside scenes. Johnny wants combat to be tougher and more interesting. But they won’t enforce spell requirements, except for the “something distasteful to the target” for Prudence’s Banish (she’ll have it but she’ll need to say what it is, because that would be funny). Luke has now learned about upcasting. Jane fears they’re going to use their new abilities to prank each other.

Back with Jane and Ellen. They talk about Ellen choosing Merilwen’s spells, and using spell slots. Jane hadn’t been too worried, despite the small number of spell slots Warlocks have, because Eldritch Blast is a cantrip, but it caught more than she’d expected. What also caught them was when they had sessions run into each other narratively and having to track these things between sessions. They compare short stories with longer ones, and Ellen mentions she liked the NPCs and overarching story Johnny made up. She loved the cliffhangers. Jane finishes up by talking about merch and the MCM London show.

A Level 8 level-up is rather boring, because it’s ability score increases, but it’s significant that they’re getting into the rules properly now. (I will, however, say that I kinda prefer the way Johnny and Ellen had been doing Wild Shape, with a pre-selected range of forms to choose from and learn new ones every other level.) There’s also some new spells coming up, and at least one of them will have some great moments.

OX Guild Season 2: Crawl Me Maybe

Oxventure Masterpost

OX Guild Season 3: The Orbpocalypse Saga Episode 1: Sphere We Go

[pedroshotwifey]

20 Questions for Writers 📑

I was tagged by @nerdieforpedro. Ty bb I love you ♥ I feel like some others may have tagged me in this a while ago so I send my thanks to you as well 🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Technically, I only have 32. I would personally count all of my collections and challenges as separate fics, but I'm honestly too lazy to format them that way. (mostly thinking ab wcc here)

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

I have a total of 200,985 words right now. Didn't realize I'd hit the 200,00 mark yet!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I think it's safe to say Pedro Pascal is my fandom. I have no objections to writing for any other characters though---in fact, I've actually featured some Oscar Isaac characters in my fics before. I also have an unpublished Marc Spector fic that's been sitting in my docs for a while 🤭

4. Top Five fics by kudos:

Joel Fucking Miller (ao3 link) has 377 kudos. Dom Joel Miller fucks you over a table in this age gap enemies to....lovers(?) one shot.

Favorite Bounty (ao3 link) has 144 kudos. In this series, you unexpectedly hitch a ride with the Mandalorian and begin to grow close to him until you find out his secret.

Beg for it (ao3 link) has 121 kudos. Subby virgin Din is completely at your mercy in this one shot.

Wifey's Christmas Countdown collection (ao3 link) has 96 kudos. Lots of different characters and plots! Some are fluffy, some angsty, some smutty. Some are all three! Love these and I think some of my best writing can be found here.

Cramped (ao3 link) has 78 kudos. Subby virgin Din sitting in a teeny tiny cockpit with you. What more can I say? (gn! reader)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always! It may take me a bit sometimes, but I love interacting with people who care enough to leave comments for me!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Already published, I think I'm gonna have to go with Cuts. I personally love this fic and think it's a bit underrated. (dark!husband Jack Daniels x f!reader)

OOO actually I think Alone Always is gonna take the cake here. (Din Djarin x gn!reader)

7. What is the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

I honestly have a habit of making most endings happy 😂 I don't feel like digging right now so I'm just gonna say What Matters. (Age gap Joel Miller x f!reader) This is also my most popular one shot on Tumblr with over 1,000 notes.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not too much, but I have gotten some shit for little things on TTF. This rly sucks because I let it get to me too much and I end up getting into a slump.

9. Do you write smut?

Do I write anything else?

jkjk, I love writing it all, but smut is for sure one of my more dominant themes!

10. Craziest Crossover?

Probably One Condition. Ezra (prospect) and Marcus Pike x f!reader. Messy dubcon-ish sex pollen one shot. It's pretty fun and got a lot of good feedback!

11. Have you ever have a fic stolen?

As far as I know, I have not. And I'm really hoping it stays that way! I'm just hoping that since my writing isn't super great, most copycats will stay away 🤣

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Have not, but I wouldn't be opposed. I know my friend (@kewwrites) and I have talked about doing fics and eventually crossing over into each other's before.

14. All time favorite ship?

Me and Pedro, Duh!!

Lmao nah in all seriousness, pls don't hate me, but I'm a little obsessed with Dinluke 😂🫣

And I'll go ahead and take this opportunity to say that my absolute least favorite ship is Dinbo 👎

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

omg I don't know 😭 I have some that are very slow going but I don't want to admit defeat because then it's set in stone 😂 Hopefully everything will be finished at some point!

16. What are your writing strengths?

No idea. I honestly think that sometimes I kind of lock in and am able to write immaculate stories, but most of the time they're just meh. Great at description at these times.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

BURNOUT FUCK YOU BURNOUT FUCKK YOU FUCK YOU VERY MUCH

Currently going through an awful streak of it and I'm stressing out because I finally have time to write and am just not able to 🫠

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Fantastic if used right! I love little terms here and there depending on the ethnicity of the character and their first language since it definitely adds to the authenticity. I do like for the translation to be at the end of the phrase/excerpt though instead of at the end of the fic.

19. First Fandom you wrote in?

PPCU! Loml fr

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This is so tough because I forget them all 😭 And then I'll read them again a few months later and fall in love and be like "this is the best thing I've ever written", and then forget again. 🫠 I genuinely have no idea.

I would love more than anything right now though if anybody would care to drop their favorite fic of mine in the comments of this post or even in my inbox ♥ I think it would help a lot to hear atm!

NPT: @kewwrites @notjustjavierpena @iamasaddie @strang3lov3 @freelancearsonist @janaispunk @beardedjoel @ghostofaboy

[mochiwonz]

─── MY ONE AND ONLY ୨୧

PAIRING. fem!reader x long distance bf!park sunghoon CONTENT. long distance relationship , fluff , crack , suggestive , cursing , petnames NOTE. this is the second out of three works that are being uploaded for sunghoon's birthday :3

pls like and reblog if you enjoyed >o< my other works can be found here !

© mochiwonz ― all rights reserved. do not copy, steal, or translate my work.

[goldennika]

Initial Thoughts on TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s The Star Chapter: Sanctuary

I’ve been busy and didn’t have the mindspace to take in a new EP but now I can!

After my initial listen, I have to say that I am really into the falsetto that they use in most of their tracks! I like how we have six tracks and sonically these tracks seem more cohesive compared to their other albums. I don’t speak Korean, unfortunately, so having the tracks have a more similar sound with each other strengthens the overall “concept,” at least sonically.

I guess that makes sense that they didn’t go too “diverse” with the sound for this album as they were very centered around love whereas their earlier albums were exploring an almost tortured soul type of persona in comparison haha (i exaggerate but just compare, say Freefall’s persona, to Sanctuary, even just sonically and it’s a lot different)

I’ve yet to look up lyric translations so I can’t comment on those just yet and can’t really pick out a favorite.

I think another factor that affects my ability to pick a fave is the fact that these song durations ARE SO SHORT

Yay for having six tracks but not a single one of them reached the three minute mark?? These tracks were pretty okay and i think my rather lukewarm reception of this album has to do with the song lengths…

Just as I was getting into the groove, it ends. Just. Like. That.

How they managed a bridge in a song less than three minutes long is impressive but it still feels incomplete since the track durations are so short.

I know their companies are pushing for shorter tracks for higher streaming numbers but it’s hurting the listening experience. At least for me, that is

Tl; dr: I vibe with the falsettos and guitars but these tracks are too short for their own good and it negatively affected my listening experience and overall impression of the album. the last three tracks left a bigger impression to me than the first half so overall i say the album is okay..

My stream of consciousness thoughts for each song upon first listen below the cut!

Heaven

Ooh those opening notes reminds me another song but i can’t place it rn

oh Taehyun’s entryyyyy

this is a smooth sounding track

I’m digging it

Hueningkai and Soobin’s first notes in the second verse let’s gooooo

Ok that was way too short!! ugh pls bring back songs that are at least 3 and a half minutes pls i beg 😭

it’s a nice song but not sure if it’s unique enough to stick to you, iykwim?

Over the Moon

oh it’s giving 90s R&B-ish?

oh that falsetto in the pre-chorus??

NOT THEM SOUNDING LIKE THEY’RE SAYING “FUCK YOU”???? 😭😭😭

SOOBIN FALSETTO LET’S GOOOOO

i am LIVING for the high notes/falsetto in this track

Beomgyu’s lines in the chorus have a lovely grounding energy to them

IT’S OVER ?????

I WAS JUST GETTING INTO IT AND IT’S OVER???

Danger

big fan of the falsetto in this album so far

oh that “what you doing to me” 😩

i’m getting a retro vibe throughout this EP

i guess they’re big on the nostalgia and throwbacks for this EP

Taehyun’s adlibs!??

IT’S OVER?????

Resist (Not Gonna Run Away)

The high notes!!! Starting strongggg

Digging this one

Ooh the instrumental break is nice

Very nice beat throughout

Lowkey i feel like this would do well for a GP audience?

WHY THE FUCK ARE THSEE SONGS SO SHORT

Forty One Winks

ohhhhhhh that instrumental

another smooth track so far

*bops head*

this is a vibeeee

it sounds so smoothhhh

oh i’m really liking this one

Higher Than Heaven

very 90s teen anthem instrumental with the guitar there

again i am loving the falsettos

ohhhhh the guitar here 😩

love the spoken style of singing for the prechorus

WE HAVE A BRIDGE. REPEAT WE HAVE A BRIDGE

TAEHYUN EXTENDED NOTE LET’S GOOOO

the distorted guitar works well

but again it is OVER ALREADY??

[bts-trans]

220211 Weverse Translations

V's Comment 💬 on ARMY's Post ❇️

💜: 저도 태형이처럼 콜린성 두드러기를 앓고 있어요. 여름에는 더워서 땀 흘리면 간지러워지고 겨울에는 옷 두껍게 입다가 더우면 또 체온이 올라가니까 간지럽더라고요. 진짜 매일매일이 지옥 같아요 ㅜ.ㅜ 태형이는 요즘 증상 괜찮아졌어요 ?? V: 아이구 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683982277925960)

💜: I also suffer from cholinergic urticaria like Taehyung. It gets hot in the summer so when I sweat, it becomes itchy. In the winter, when I get hot from wearing thick clothes, my body temperature goes up too so it itches. Every single day seriously feels like hell T.T Have your symptoms gotten better these days, Taehyung ??

V: Oh dear

Trans cr; Mary @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

V's Comments 💬 on ARMY's Posts ❇️

💜: 태형아 안 자고 뭐해??🤓 V: 저 자다 일어났어요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683982506002359)

💜: Taehyung-ah, what are you doing not sleeping??🤓

V: I woke up in my sleep.

💜: 태형아 유도 재밌었어? V: 너무 오랜만이라 탈진 올꺼 같던데요..😅 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683982596377565)

💜: Taehyung-ah, was judo fun? V: It's been such a long time since I last did it that I thought I was going to pass out from exhaustion..😅 (T/N: He has since deleted the comment.)

💜: 오빠 유도 언제 처음 시작한거예요??

V: 14년?15년전에 잠시 했었어요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683982779518186)

💜: Oppa, when did you start doing judo??

V: I did it briefly around 14? 15 years ago?

(T/N: He has since deleted the comment.)

💜: 태형아 가사는 잘 나왔어?😊 V: 저 .. 열심히 하고있는데.. V: 잘 안돼요ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ 기대하지마게요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683983147821193)

💜: Taehyung-ah Is it going well with the lyrics?😊

V: I'm .. working hard on them but..

V: It's not going well hahahahahaha Please don't expect much of it

💜: 태형아 너 골프 치는 법 알아?

V: 7번 마이언 비거리 정말 잘 날라간게 175~180정도 나갔어요 (자랑) (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683983246553177)

💜: Taehyung-ah, do you know how to play golf?

V: On a really good day, I've hit around 175~180 in distance with the 7-Iron golf club (Flexing)

(T/N: He has since deleted the comment.)

💜: 누구랑 골프 쳤어?

V: 아빠가 아들이랑 필드 나가보는게 소원이라고해서 배운지 3주?됐어요 아직 머리도 안올렸고.. (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683983491997337)

💜: Who did you play golf with?

V: My dad said it was his wish to go out onto the field with his son so I learnt for about 3 weeks? But to this day I have not even put my hair up*..

(T/N: *There is a saying in golf in Korean '머리올리기' which literally translates to 'put your hair up'; it refers to the first time someone goes out onto the field to play golf and completes a regular 18-hole round.)

(T/N: He has since deleted the comment.)

💜: 태형 ...다른 스포츠에 관심이 있습니까...좋아하는 스포츠는 무엇입니까? V: 저 그냥 집에 누워있고싶어요... (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683984043882547)

💜: Taehyung ... Are you interested in other sports... What sport do you like?

V: I just want to lie down at home...

💜: 클래식 발레에 관심 없어요? V: 다리가 안찢어져요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683984038322984)

💜: Are you interested in classic ballet?

V: I can't do the splits

💜: 태형....유도에골프에 날 너무 놀래키네 V: 비밀이었는데 후회중이에요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683984825387910)

💜: Taehyung... From judo to golf, you continue to surprise me.

V: It was a secret and now I'm having regrets.

💜:

V: 🫂 뭔지 모르지만 힘내세요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683984899056092)

V: 🫂 I'm not sure what you're going through but please hang in there.

💜: 요즘 너무 힘들게 살고 있는데 태형아 힐링해줘서 고마워... V: 내가 들어오는 이유는 내가 행복해지니까 들어온건데 너까지 행복해지면 나이스! (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683985211597400)

💜: I've been living a really tiring life these days but Taehyung-ah, thank you for healing me...

V: I come onto Weverse because it makes me happier when I'm on here, and if it also makes you happy, then nice!

💜: 태태 네가 여기 있다는 걸 아는 것만으로도 날 행복하게 해~ V: 잘자요~ 다들 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683986859167489)

💜: TaeTae, just knowing that you are here makes me happy~

V: Goodnight~ everyone

💜: 태태 잘자요~🌕💜 V: 다들 저는 운동 안해요 정국이처럼 하지도 않으니까 쉿🤫 다들 잘자요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683987182741011)

💜: TaeTae, goodnight~🌕💜

V: Everyone, I don't workout. I don't workout like Jungkookie either so shh🤫 Goodnight everyone

Trans cr; Mary @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

J-Hope's Post ❇️

재미지구만 .. 막내다루기.. (https://weverse.io/bts/artist/1684021444755455)

Please click the link for the video.

It's pretty fun..dealing with the Maknae..

Video Trans: 👤: We're going to get started. JH: He's working pretty hard. JH: It kinda hurts. JH: He's really being cheeky. JH: You never know with him.

Trans cr; Aditi @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

J-Hope's Comments 💬 on ARMY's Posts ❇️

💜: 호석아 점심 메뉴 추천 해주라 JH: 나ㅜ햄버거 먹는즁요 JH: 버거버거해~ (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1684021487470206)

💜: Hoseok-ah, please suggest what to eat for dinner.

JH: I'mㅜeating a hamburger JH: Burger burger have a burger~

💜: 막내라인 대장답구만 JH: 그저... 킹이구만! .. (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1684021481021870)

💜: So you're the leader of the Maknae line.

JH: Yes exactly... I am the king! ..

💜: 딱 남주니.....남주니스러운... JH: 오.. 난 뭐지 ㅋㅋㅋㅋ😳 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1684021453496480)

💜: This is exactly Namjoonie......so Namjoonie...*

JH: Oh.. what was I hahahaha😳

(T/N: *Screenshot of an Instagram story posted by RM of his MBTI.)

💜: 호바 생일날때 브이앱 킬꺼야? JH: 🤫🤭 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1684021672902740)

💜: Hop-ah are you going to do a Vlive on your birthday?

JH: 🤫🤭

Trans cr; Aditi @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

V's Comments 💬 on ARMY's Posts ❇️

💜: 우리는 당신을 사랑합니다 기억하십시오. ♡ V: I'll go take a nap goodnap😪 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1684026985016231)

💜: Please remember that we love you. ♡ (T/N: The Korean in the original post was likely translated using an online translator.)

V: I'll go take a nap goodnap😪

💜: 노래 느무 좋아ㅜㅜ 소름!!!!!! V: 나왔네☺☺☺ 너무 좋지요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1684027000586941)

💜: The song is sooooo goodㅜㅜ Goosebumps!!!!!!

V: It's out☺☺☺ It's so good, right?

Trans cr; Rinne @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

[lunerenzo]

no thoughts just…

prison gf! ymir

♱ Content. talk of incarceration, gang member! ymir, drugs, fighting (not between ymir and reader), arguments, a sprinkle of NSFW, specs of violence, swearing, fluff and angst, pls let me know if i missed anything :)

♱ Note(s). currently going through my ymir phase (AGAIN). that woman is so fine *giggles into pillow*. I kinda got lazy but we don't talk about that 😁. Also, the law stuff will be inaccurate but let's just bare through it for the sake of the story... Not proofread

♱ word count: 446

Pt. 2

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

lower case intentional, Enjoy!

prison gf! ymir… who was devastated when she was found guilty. Not because she was going to prison, but because she would be leaving her baby, alone, for nine years.

prison gf! ymir… who didn't beg or plead the judge for mercy cause she knew that karma would catch up to her eventually….but why like this.

prison gf! ymir…who felt dreadful upon hearing your cries knowing she was the reason for them.

prison gf! ymir…who had money put to the side just in case this exact situation would happen. it was enough for you to not get a job

prison gf! ymir…who broke down during your first visit, seeing how broken you were. you looked as if you hadn't slept in three weeks before seeing her.

prison gf! ymir...who has A TON of polaroids of you tapped above your bunk (a pic of you kissing her cheek, a candid pic of her staring at you lovingly while you're watching a movie courtesy of connie, etc;)

prison gf! ymir...who tries her best to stay on good behavior in hopes of getting out earlier to see you.

prison gf! ymir...who gets into fights with other inmates when overhearing them talk about you in a degrading way because who tf are they to about you like that?

prison gf! ymir...who lays awake at night thinking all the stuff you and her are going to do once she gets out. Trying food together, eating snack you got from the gas station late at night, and her personal favourite getting coffee and judging people.

prison gf! ymir...who keeps every and i mean EVERY letter that you write to her because your handwriting is just so pretty and it smells like your perfume.

prison gf! ymir...who turns down people when they ask her out cause she has someone better at home waiting for her.

prison gf! ymir...who shows you how much muscle she gained during visits.

prison gf! ymir...who gets released early after 3 years for, surprisingly, good behavior.

prison gf! ymir...who silently cries in your arms when finally being able to hug you.

prison gf! ymir...who makes sure to thank you for waiting so long for her.

prison gf! ymir...whos eye to eye with your practically drooling cunt.

prison gf! ymir...who takes her time when eating you out. softly sucking on your swollen clit. pumping her fingers slowly, curling them to hear those oh so sweet moans of yours.

prison gf! ymir...who can't help but hold you tightly and admire your sleeping form in the moonlight. smiling softly, happy to be able to hold her baby again.

♱ A/N: i HATE this but fuck it we ball.

© 2023 lunerenzo, please don’t plagiarize or translate work.

[ahqkas]

𝐨𝐨𝐨. MOMENTS WE SHARE ; anakin skywalker

pairing! anakin skywalker x gn!reader

synopsis! it's anakin's turn to keep you grounded, to be your anchor, after a rough day full of negative emotions

warnings! fluff, no proofread, use of 'angel, sweetheart, my love' for reader, based on this request tysm for the request lovely <3 lmk if i missed smth !!

word count! 0.9k

note! i pledge allegiance to the flag of anakin skywalker the united states of america 🫡🫡 (its a tiktok audio someone get it pls 😞) PLEASE I NEED HIM SB ,, liking, reblogging & commenting is deeply appreciated <3

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

The feeling of failure haunted you with every step you took, clinging into you like a young youngling's attention would to master's movements and sentences during a lesson. Everywhere you went, it followed to remind you how things could turn out and you despised it to the very core.

There were lot of things you didn't like but when it came to disappointing others and failing them, that was something entirely different. The feeling a heavy weight of someone's disappointed glance being put on your shoulders made you anxious, even thinking about it was bad enough. So you tried your best, always putting their feelings and life ahead of yours, just like Jedi were taught to do.

You basically weren't allowed to make any mistakes and you did good on that part, there was barely a mission you didn't succeed in. But some days just weren't make for victories and words couldn't express enough how much you dreaded them.

You were afraid to fail your master. She was the first person in the entire Jedi Temple who saw enough potential in your being to take you under her wings and train you like her own. Both of you knew about the attachments and why they weren't allowed to be formed, but she took the risk for her, for you and made your special childhood as normal (for a Jedi child) as she could. Master Floren understood the future she had written for both of you if the Council found out but she took her chances and you'd grateful until your last moment in the galaxy.

You were afraid to fail your Padawan. Cal Kestis was a sweet child, unusually wise for his age with strong determination to learn and that made him such a pleasure to have as your student. At first you were a bit uptight about being assigned a Padawan learner but the more time you spend with Cal, the more you realized you don't have to be scared of such a responsibility.

And you were more than afraid to fail Anakin. Anakin, who stood at your side since the beginning of your training as a Padawan learner and kept you a welcoming company when your friends turned their backs to you. Anakin, who tried his hardest and succeeded in making you laugh when you felt like crying, watching the sad tears turn into ones of happiness. Anakin, whose future was devoted to you and you only.

They were the closest people to you, people who ignored a big part of the Jedi code and if you failed any of them, if anything happened to them because you weren't able to protect them like you swore to yourself you would, you didn't think you could live with that.

A shift beside you and the rustle of your sheets bought you back to the reality, making your negative thoughts disappear just for a while. "You alright, my love?"

Your back was turned to Anakin and you found yourself being relieved by it, the position making it impossible for him to see your face expression. You knew he had his own problems and things to worry about ─ he wouldn't make you feel any less important and act as if your problems weren't valid ─ but if he saw you in your anxious state, you would not bear it. Having your worry added to Anakin's shoulders was something you didn't want to do in the slightest.

"I'm okay, Ani. Go back to sleep."

A beat of silence, then Anakin's hand sneaked to rest comfortably on the curve of your waist, three fingers tapping the skin in nonexistent rythm. "You know I won't go to sleep if you don't." That was true. He often took his time getting ready to bed, always laying down under the blankets after you. It brought some strange way of comfort to his mind, knowing you made it next to him whole and well. "I couldn't sleep anyway." That was the truth as well.

You turned to face him, his light eyes now resembled the dark sky like the old ink in the way older books you'd spent time reading together as younglings and you found yourself drowning in the blue of them. "I'm just ... anxious again. With the war raging at it's fullest, I'm scared for Cal. He's so young, Anakin. And Master Floren? I can't lose her, she's the only family I have left." Besides you.

Anakin's palm made a contact with your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin under your eye with such care you thought you had imagined it. "It's okay to think like that, sweetheart. You are allowed to feel emotions. You're scared and that's normal. I'm worried for Ahsoka as well, but they are smart for their age, not to mention the training they are going through. They're going to be safe, okay, angel? Both of them."

You leaned into the comfort of Anakin's touch, slightly relaxing in his presence. He was right, all of them are going to be fine. Master Floren. Cal and Ahsoka. Anakin.

His hand went to the back of your head, pushing it lightly to rest on his chest, your ears registering the sound of his gentle heartbeat which was slowly lulling you into a much needed sleep. Anakin knew what you needed and Force help him if he didn't do exactly what was productive for your well being. Your head heaved with every breath he took and you could feel the kisses of his cold lips being pressed into your hairline with his arms tightening around your frame, making you finally feel at ease that day.

"Everything will be alright, love. I'll make sure of it."

And as a whole war was raging out there, you felt at peace in the arms of your beloved lover.

TAGLIST ━ @liviawritesthings

[tteokggukk]

waiting game → jjk

– fic type: social media au

– pairing: jungkook x reader

– genre: soulmates au, ex-friends to lovers, humor, crack, fluff, angst, slow burn

– warnings: explicit language, characters are still idiots (what’s new)

– status: ongoing

– updates: Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, 10 PM KST/9AM ET

sm permanent taglist: @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd​ @gaeguuliii​ @justbangtanthingz​ @maknaechu

SYNOPSIS

in a world where everyone finds a unique connection to their soulmate once they turn of age, y/n can’t seem to figure out her clue. after desperately staying up all night to find one, y/n decides to rest and write down her list of groceries on her arm, ultimately giving up on finding a clue along with the whole idea of soulmates. that is, until jungkook wakes up to a whole list of poorly written ingredients scribbled all over his own arm.

→ parts

note: links may not be working on mobile so refer to the masterlist for upcoming/previous parts!

character profiles

prologue (teaser)

one | don’t forget the eggs

two | here lies this conversation

three | when he???

four | spin the wheel

five | no backing out

six | still have a soft spot

seven | so u wanna go places

eight | in a friendly platonic way

nine | sweetie pls stop lying

ten | sucks on u for unfollowing

eleven | the power of jungkook’s mouth

twelve | you outshine shrek

thirteen | swedish or shiatsu

fourteen | caught in 4K

fifteen | make your own destiny

sixteen | do you wanna eat ramen with me

seventeen | defective flynn and mean rapunzel

eighteen | ✏️ back to square one

nineteen | something stupid

twenty | always going to be you

twenty-one | give him a chance

twenty-two | a long wait

twenty-three | return from the war

twenty-four | missing: jeon jungkook

twenty-five | flamin’ hot girlfriend

twenty-six | ditching soulmates

twenty-seven | sept. 3, 2021

↣ all rights reserved © 2021 tteokggukk. please do not repost. translations/modifications are not allowed.

[carlosfruitsnacks]

"if you're too shy let me know" - part 2

PART 1 || PART 3

summary:

— Carlos tries to fix the reasons why you find him terrifying. It wasn't an easy process but if it means making you less scared of him, he's willing to do it. You hear the news of how Carlos is behaving unusually, you wanted to know why the sudden change. But it turns out that Carlos becomes too shy to let you know how he feels about you.

genre:

— fluff

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— alright folks part 2! i'm planning to make this into three parts, it will take a long time for me to publish the last part so pls bear with me. enjoy!

"Please don't touch me!"

Those last words you said to him kept replaying all over again in his head. Carlos has been stressed for days, finding out why you were so petrified of him and how he could fix the situation. Each time he gets too worked up and on the brink of giving up, the vision of your teary eyes looking at him always kept him on track. The Madrigal was determined to change whatever fuckery he has done.

The beginning of his plan was tricky; finding out why you were so afraid of him. Carlos couldn't hate himself more for mistaking it for shyness. The previous days, he decided to lie low. He hasn't seen your face for days too, it brought an ache to his heart. You're probably too horrified to go outside now because of him. Luckily, lying low was a great decision because, after some time, you did eventually go outside again. Carlos couldn't stand that you were out of his reach again.

He watched you interacting with the townsfolk. You were so polite to them. You sent people smiles and greetings whenever you would come around. Carlos barely acknowledged the people in Encanto. One day, he found you were helping an old woman carry her things to her house, it struck him oddly. You didn't even know the woman yet you helped her, he couldn't recall the last time he even helped someone in town. Carlos noticed you were hanging out with a bunch of children alongside Mirabel. You two looked like you were enjoying entertaining the children, not once did he see one of the kids frowning at your presence. This made Carlos scratch his head, he couldn't bear standing near the children, or else he'll just end up intentionally scaring them away.

For weeks, Carlos compared what he has observed so far. He made a contrast between what you and he would usually do in town. You greeted the townsfolk nicely, he hardly spared them a glance. You would help one of the townsfolk, he only caused trouble for them. And you're patient around children, he liked scaring the shit out of them. It took a while until Carlos went 'oh'.

It probably doesn't take a genius to find out why you're so intimidated by him. To put it simply, he treated the townsfolk like shit, and this causes the people to paint him as le diablo de pueblo. Of course, his bad reputation goes spreading all over town like wildfire and influences what you think of him.

Now Carlos found the root of it all, how will he fix it? For starters, he should change the things you found him scary for. The shapeshifter stood in front of his mirror, he wondered what in his appearance made him look terrifying. When he couldn't find anything intimidating about his looks, he went out in town and literally snarled when someone gave him a funny look. Carlos returns to his room and looked at himself in the mirror again, he pointed a finger at his reflection.

"What is wrong with you, pendejo?"

He said as he glared at himself. Carlos didn't mean to send that random villager a dirty look, call it a force of habit. Shit, he imagined if he accidentally did that to you, it would be game over. Carlos lets out a frustrated groan and collapsed on his bed. His bedroom door comes swinging open, he turns to see his twin giving him a confused look. He forgot that he shared a room with Camilo, the boy's always out of town helping and keeping the people entertained unlike him. For the first time in years, Carlos decided he wanted to have an honest talk with his twin.

"Ey, cabrón. I need to talk to you"

Carlos slightly winced at his own words, dios, he too treated his own twin brother like shit. Camilo looked at him with bewilderment before hesitantly sitting on his bed across from him. Carlos felt lucky that Camilo never treated him the way he would treat him, if only he knew how to be like him then he wouldn't be stressing out right now.

"What's up?"

"How do you...uh, how do you not treat people like shit?"

Camilo snorts at his twin. Carlos couldn't prevent face-palming himself, why the hell was he so weird? Fortunately, Camilo sees this as a genuine question from him. So, he stands and takes a seat right beside him.

"Just treat them with kindness, you know"

"How, genius?"

"Treat them how you would like to be treated"

This made Carlos think for a moment. Treat others in a way he wanted to be treated back? Witchcraft! Since when did the townsfolk ever do something nice to him?!

"Of course, you gotta treat them nice first and don't expect for them to do the first move"

It seemed as though Camilo can read his thoughts. Carlos bites back a snarl, realizing how his twin is making so much sense is making him feel uncomfortable. The shapeshifter huffs and crossed his arms, Camilo scoffed at this. Camilo didn't know why Carlos was suddenly asking these kinds of questions but he assumed he needed help with something. So, like the good hermano that he is, he decided to help him.

"I can show you if you'd like"

Carlos looks at his twin hesitantly, he figured that he doesn't have any other option. Therefore, he nodded.

Camilo takes Carlos around town. He wanted to demonstrate a kind act that literally anyone can do; helping someone in need. Finally, he spots a middle-aged woman struggling to carry her items on her own. Camilo tugs his twin's ruana and he pointed at the woman with his lips.

"¿Qué?”

"Try helping that woman over there"

"How?"

"Offer to carry one of her items!"

With that, Camilo pushes Carlos out in the open and towards the middle-aged woman. Carlos was nervous about doing this but then he's reminded that he's doing all of this for you. So, he sucked in a huge breath and approached the woman

"Ey, do you-"

"¡Ah! ¡Es el diabo!"

"¡No! Por favor-"

Carlos groaned and clenched his fist, biting off a curse as he watched the woman sprinting away in fear. He felt Camilo's hand on his shoulder and sent him a sympathetic smile. To be fair, nobody told him this would be easy. After all, people deemed him as the devil in this village. 

"How about we try one more time, yeah?"

The shapeshifter glared at Camilo, but the latter was immune to his stare by now so he drags Carlos to another location hoping to find random townsfolk in need of help. Carlos exhales through his nose.

The things I do for love

For the past several weeks, Carlos has been the talk of the town however for different reasons. The conversation began when one of the townsfolk spotted Carlos helping an old man tune his guitar, the old man thanked the Madrigal profusely with no fear. It was incredibly peculiar, people gossiped that he was only doing it because he needed something from the old man. However, the townsfolk started thinking twice when a group of people found Carlos helping a bunch of kids get their ball that got stuck up in the tree. Carlos was noticed by the children shapeshifting into Luisa Madrigal and successfully retrieving their ball. It gave the town a good shock when Carlos even decided to play fútbol with the children.

Of course, some people were in doubt. They would say that it was only Camilo who shapeshifted as his twin brother, yet it was quickly debunked when the townsfolk literally saw both Camilo and Carlos helping a random man paint his house. People kept speculating why Carlos was suddenly being helpful, the majority were still wary of him because of his reputation. Others offered to talk about Carlos in a new light. The heated topic of Carlos Madrigal's sudden change of attitude made its way to your ears.

At first, you laughed. Until you saw Carlos hanging out with your cousin, the same cousin who was also petrified of him, well, not anymore considering they're currently laughing and joking around like best buddies. You watched from afar as Carlos says something inaudible to your cousin and makes the entire group laugh. You were blinking profusely and pinching yourself, wondering if this is all just a fever dream.

You went out to buy vegetables again from the market. For days, you saw Carlos everywhere. He was helping the townsfolk left and right, even playing with the children if he had spare time. You could've mistaken him for Camilo if it wasn't for his maroon ruana and signature smirk. Although the shapeshifter still pranked some of the locals it has become harmless, just minor pranks that could make anyone laugh. You guessed it was his sense of humor.

"Here you go, [Name]. Oye, have you heard about Carlos Madrigal?"

"Sí, I have señor. It's really...weird"

"I'll say, I saw the chíco helping a few of the vendors around here, I couldn't believe my eyes but oh well at least he stopped causing havoc"

You and the vegetable vendor exchanged. You take your requested vegetables and paid him. You took a small stroll around town, secretly hoping to spot Carlos because it seemed like you wanted to see one last proof of him truly changing before believing it all.

To your surprise, you do find Carlos helping another local, he was cradling a woman's baby and letting the tired woman catch a break. You watch in awe as Carlos gently cradled the baby, stopping it from crying. You wanted to believe that it was just Camilo since he's really good with babysitting, to your astonishment, Camilo comes walking by and giving his twin brother a thumbs up. Shit, so all of this was real. But why? You can't help but want to know.

You could ask Carlos personally but you were still scared of him. You started thinking of ideas. You were deep in thought while walking around, unbeknownst to you, your foot trips on a pebble. You gasped and waited for your face to crash to the ground until someone grabs you, preventing you from falling. You were about to thank that person but you noticed it was Carlos, you freeze on the spot.

"¿Estás bien?"

Carlos asked with concern. You grow speechless, you were slightly frightened but with the soft look on the shapeshifter's features, it slowly melts away.

"Estoy bien, gracias"

"Better watch what you're walking on, princesa"

Carlos says with a playful smirk, this makes your heart skip a beat. Hold up, that was uncalled for! And why do your cheeks feel warm?! You pout. Carlos was about to walk away but you stop him.

"Why...why are you suddenly being so...nice?"

The shapeshifter looks at you nervously. Honestly, he knew the answer to your question but he was too unprepared to tell you, afraid that he'll reveal his feelings for you.

"It's because..."

You watched Carlos as he runs a hand through his curly hair, you can see the sweat forming on his face. The drastic transition of the big and bad Carlos into this calm and helpful Carlos was so interesting that you had to know why he did it.

"Well...?"

"It's...complicated"

You narrowed your eyes at him, you didn't believe him. His reasons must be something big, you must know! You lean close to him, a bit surprised that you're no longer uncomfortable under his presence. Carlos gulps as he looked at you with unblinking eyes.

"What do you mean it's complicated?"

"I-it's something yo-you shouldn't know"

That only made you want to know more. Carlos Madrigal was hiding something and you can smell it. You raised a brow towards his way, the shapeshifter's face turns in all shades of pink. Hilariously, the tables were turned, no longer did he corner you but instead it was you who cornered him. He felt like he was about to pass out at any second now because of how close you were to him.

"You're hiding something, Carlos"

"No, I'm no-not"

You've never seen the shapeshifter so flustered that it was almost entertaining. Did the oh-so-scary Carlos Madrigal grow soft? You couldn't hold back a chuckle and a smile. But as you were about to further interrogate him, Carlos couldn't hold back anymore and accidentally shapeshifts into you. Both of your eyes went wide at the unusual scene.

Fuck! She'll know!

Eventually, Carlos breaks into a sprint leaving you screaming for his name. Camilo, unknown to Carlos, who saw the entire thing, stops him midway in his tracks.

"Hey hey, calm down dude, what's wrong?"

Camilo asks. Carlos was panting, his heart was banging inside his ribcage so loud that he can hear it in his ears. He really had no words on how to explain everything.

"Why did you turn as [Name]?"

Carlos gasps and immediately changed back to himself but it was too late, Camilo whistles and sends him a teasing grin.

"Ay, I saw everything, hermano. So, you're doing all of this for her?"

"Shut up!"

Camilo cackled at his twin who instantly glared daggers at him with pink cheeks. Carlos' crush on you was supposed to be a secret and now that Camilo knows, he's doomed.

"Why didn't you tell her that you were doing this all for her? [Name] sounded like she wanted to know"

"I...I wasn't ready, dumbass!"

"Or maybe you're just...shy"

In an instant, Carlos grabs his twin brother by the collar of his shirt and raised his fist. Camilo chokes on his spit, startled.

"¡Oye! ¡Cálmate, hemano!"

Carlos sighs and lets go of Camilo. He crosses his arms, as much as he agrees with his brother, he wouldn't admit that he was right. That he was too shy to let you know that he was doing all of this for you. The shapeshifter groans out of stress and buried his face with his hands. Camilo rolled his eyes playfully and gently smacked his brother's back.

"Hey don't worry, your secret is safe with me, Carlos"

"Mierda, what am I going to do now?"

"Just tell her how you feel, dude"

"But I'm too..."

"Shy?"

"Cállate, cabrón"

Camilo laughs at Carlos, the latter scowled at him but a small smile breaks on his face. Not to be sentimental, he was lucky he had a twin brother like Camilo. Sooner, the twins went home for lunch then all of a sudden, an idea formed in Carlos' head. He swiftly grabs Camilo's shoulder.

"I have an idea but...I need your help"

"Sure, but you owe me all of your seconds"

"You bastard....fine"

taglist: @nothearts4yu @vanevafu @irisia-ckzkb1109

masterlist