#but they’ll do what they want and whatever makes them laugh lol and that’s a blessing and a curse

[victimized-martyr]

random though blurb but if sp actually does anything on Shitter, Elon, or AI art I might just clock out for this season y’all, i don’t think i’d be able to handle it o|-<

[jyoongim]

Heyyy, it’s me again, the singer anon. Can I request an Alastor x Reader where she is sent by as a spy by Vox after our fav slithery boy failed? She’s really bubbly and friendly, but she eventually grows to care for everyone in the hotel but Vox owns her soul. She torn in between getting herself killed by him and not betraying anyone anymore, or continuing the job. She goes and confesses to Alastor, breaking down and thinking he’ll kill her, which she thinks would be best so she doesn’t have to betray anyone anymore. Just breaking down in tears telling him she doesn’t want to hurt anyone but Vox has her under a contract, begging him to kill her so she doesn’t have to. Just for Alastor to call her a good girl and ughhhh some possessive smut if you don’t mind? Sorry brain rots in my head and I’m in love with him, lol. Thank you! <3 also the three requests story set off the trigger in my head, loved it! Thanks again! <3!

This been in my inbox for weeks and i finally got a plot for it!

⚠️warning: 18+! Smut smut smut! Plot if you look hard enough!

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No one suspected a thing.

You were sent to the Hazbin Hotel after Sir Pentious miserable attempt.

Your orders were simple: ”Keep an eye out on that old fossil. I want to know why that fucker is sucking up the Lucifer’s daughter”

And you did just that…you were executing your mission flawlessly.

Until you began to care about those who stayed at the hotel.

Until you began to grow closer to the Radio Demon.

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You had been staying at the hotel for a few months now and its been great!

Charlie was always finding new ways to help the residents build bonds and encouraging everyone to do their best.

At first, you were arrogant, playing along until you actually saw the the demons there were actually changing even if they didn’t admit it

But now, you thought of the princess as a friend, along with everyone else.

Especially Alastor.

Now that you’ve been around him, you’re not sure why Vox hate the demon so much.

Alastor was funny, kind (in his own twisted way), and truly looked after the hotel.

A soft smile curled on your lips as you thought about the demon, but the ringing of your phone interrupted such thoughts.

Vox.

You took a deep breath and answered “H-Hello?”

”Tonight’s your chance to take out that prick and after that come home” he demanded.

You blinked “what? B-but Vox…” you bit your lips “But it’s actually nice here. The hotel isn’t a scam…a-and everyone is a lot nicer than we thought ” Vox laughed “Oh baby please! Nice? You actually believe in that redemption crap? You think that they’ll let you stay if they knew why you truly were there? Hahaha! Oh my dumb little girl, how naive you are. ” 

You pouted, a frown on your face “I want to stay”

Vox growled through the phone “ah ah baby you don’t make demands remember?” 

Electrical shocks ran through your body from the collar you wore.

You gasped in pain “I OWN you. Did you forget that? You do whatever I say when I say it. Now I expect you home before morning or I will kill you.”

The phone call ended and you were in tears.

You didn’t want to go back. 

You liked being at the hotel and able to be yourself. 

You liked the friends you had made here.

You would do anything for them, even if you had to die to make your wrongs right.

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“Come in” the voice answered after you knocked on the door. You were sweating as you stood outside of Alastor’s door.

You had decided that if you were going to tell anyone why you were at the hotel, it would be Alastor.

You opened the door and walked into his radio studio.

”Hey Al” you said weakly as the demon spun around and smiled at you “Hello darlin! What do I owe the pleasure?”

You fiddled with your hands.

”I want to tell you why I came to the hotel”

Alastor quirked a eyebrow, smile widening as he gestured for you to take a seat on the couch.

”Do entertain me of your tale my dear”

You were in tears by the time you finished telling Alastor everything.

Of Vox and his plan.

The deal between you and Vox.

The reason you came to the hotel.

Everything.

”I-I’m sorry! So so sorry! I-I just didn’t know what to do!

Kill me! I deserve it! J-Just let me say my goodbyes first. I would rather you kill me than Vox! Please!” You cried, hands covering your face as you sobbed.

Alastor had been quiet for the entirety of your confession. He had half a mind to kill you when you told him of your deal with Vox.

The pesky television didn’t know when to mind his business.

His eyes focused on the collar around your neck.

 You were Vox’s and by contract, he wasn’t allowed to kill you.

And he wasn’t. No he had grown accustom to the pretty demon who seemed to light the hotel’s halls.

However…he could override Vox’s ownership of your soul.

You flinched when you felt a large hand pat the top of your head. You looked up through teary eyes ay Alastor, who just sported a soft smile.

”Now now my dear don’t you worry. I appreciate that you came to and confided in me. What a good girl you are.” His smile stretched as you sniffled, looking at him with glossy eyes.

”Y-Youre not g-gonna k-kill me?” You asked looking down.

He chuckled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, claws finding their way under your chin to make you look at him

He rolled his eyes ”Oooh my dear of course not…” His fingers trailed down your neck, toying with your collar. “But I am in a bit of predicament”

You wiped at your eyes “how so?”

“Under normal circumstances, I would rip you to shreds and broadcast your screams for all of Hell to hear” his pupils turned to dials and his smiled turned wicked. You felt your heart stop a little.

He calmed down slightly “however I have another idea to break your deal with Vox” 

He smiled at you as you tilted your head in confusion.

”I know just the thing hehehe”

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You whimpered as you tried to hold yourself up against the force of Alastor’s thrusts. “A-Al!” You whined as the demon tugged your hair to pull your body into his. A deep growl vibrated through you as Alastor sunk into your weeping heat, his cock hitting that soft spot inside you.

“Fuuuucckk!” You hissed, eyes rolling into your skull as your body buzzed with pleasure.

Alastor pulled your body til your back was flushed against his chest, his sharp teeth nipped at your skin before latching on and marking you. You winced as his tongue lapped at the blood, he purred as trailed his tongue up your neck.

”To think Vox had such a sweet cunt all to himself. Ooh darlin you’re wasted on him. But you’ll be a good girl for me wont you? You seem to love having a real cock fucking you” he chortled, giving you a harsh thrust. His hips grinded up into your ass, coaxing your cunt to take every inch over and over.

Your gummy walls tightened around him as you whined at his words. You could barely focus on what he was saying, not giving two shits either as he bullied your insides.

”I-I can be a good girl please please oh fuck! Aah! Aah!” You whined. Alastor’s large hands trailed up your body; kneading, pawing, and squeezing at your supple flesh. Pausing at your bouncing tits to tweak your hardened nipples, sending currents to your abandoned clit.

“I know you will baby” 

He nudges his head into yours, to gain your attention and capture your lips with his, swallowing your moans as one of his hands moves down to toy with your puffy clit.

Your body jerked as he rubbed tight circles on the bud; your cunt fluttering as slick dripped down your thighs.

”Ill make a deal with you darlin” he whispered against your lips, lidded eyes staring into yours, as you mewled, wanting his tongue back down your throat. 

“I keep this little mishap under wraps and in return you belong to me. Youre free to do whatever your heart but im no pushover m,a cherie.”

His thrusts sped up as he pinched your clit.

You keened, pushing your hips back into his, trying to follow the motion of his fingers, seeking to reach your orgasm.

”Do we have a deal?” He purred never breaking his pace.

Your collar let out blue sparks, Vox’s way of ‘reinforcing’ his control over you. You whimpered as the shocks edged you, but Alastor let out a deep growl as he wrapped his claws around the collar.

”Do we have a deal?” A snap of his hips pulled a moan from your throat.

”oh! Yes! Yes! F-fuuuc-cckk”

Static ran through your body causing you to jerk as your orgasm washed over you, your collar fizzled out as Alastor’s cock pounded your cunt, riding your orgasm out.

The wet SQUELCH! Of your cunt echoed as high pitched whines left your throat. 

“That’s a good girl. Cummin all over my cock. Feels better than that robot huh? Yeeesss fuck! Take my cum darlin take it”

Your eyes crossed as your mouth opened in a scream. Alastor crashed his lips on yours, tongue pushing through your lips and pulling you into a heated kiss as he pumped you full of his cum.

Alastor let out a sigh as he slipped out of you, cock coated in creamy essence and smiling as he watched your cunt clench around nothing and dripping cum.

In your dazed state, you faintly heard a snap and a cool sensation coated your neck.

Instead of the sapphire jeweled collar, a gold chained ruby hung from your neck.

Alastor hummed as he rubbed your tired body, smiling wickedly as he slotted back into your soppy heat. You moaned softly as he rolled his hips against you.

”now lets send that mediocre podcast a proper video”

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Jealousy, Jealousy... | Part 3

A/N: don't even have a summary for this. oc is in love with gyu and gyu is in love with another girl but both are virgin losers and gyu is a horndog who would let oc do what she wants to him just as long as he gets to cum.

Word count: 3.3k

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: fem!reader, semi-public sex, handjob, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, sub!beomgyu, dom!reader, sub!reader, dom!yeonjun.

A/N: so I have split the chapter into two to get it out faster and to give good time for events to sink in. sorry guys but also not very sorry because i like to torture you lol

"The girl you've been obsessed with for years has invited you to her party but instead of trying to talk to her, you’re hiding in the closet getting jerked off with her right outside. This is why she never gave you the time of day. You’re such a pervert, Beommie." 

"Yes, baby. Whatever you say." Beomgyu breathes heavily, leaning into your touch. He always becomes so pliant once you have his dick in your hand.

"You've got nothing in your brain but sex, huh?" You ask, jerking him off and true to your words, he already looks so dumbed out.

“No.” He answers your rhetorical question, legs buckling when you drag your palm repeatedly over the head of his cock, precum sticking to your skin.  

“Careful, Beommie. Don’t fall.” You laugh, your breath causing goosebumps to erupt along his neck, and he lays his head back to give you more space, silently asking you to kiss his neck, and you do, hearing him let out the prettiest half-moans half-pants. 

“Can I cum?” 

“Hmm.” You pretend to think about it for a few tortuous seconds, letting one of your hands trail under his shirt to play with his nipples. 

“Baby!” He sputters, his nipples are just so sensitive. 

“You can’t. You’ll make a mess and everyone will know what you did. They’ll all know you came all over yourself like a big pervert.” You choose your words specifically to rile him up, feeling his cock twitch in your hand. 

“I don’t care. Just wanna cum.” 

“But she’ll see, baby. She’s going to be disgusted.” 

“I don’t care. I don’t c-care. Just need it.” He’s delirious, too gone to even think about her. Just the way you like him. You know he’s hanging by a thread and any second now he’s actually going to cum, and so regrettably, you let go of him, causing him to yell out. 

“No!” He cries and you immediately cover his mouth with your hand to quiet him. “Hush, Beomgyu! Someone will hear you.” 

“Why?” He cries out when you remove your hand. 

“I told you. I don’t want you to make a mess. You can cum when we get home.” 

It’s a lie, of course. Truthfully, you just wanted to punish him for once again openly salivating over her in front of you. 

“Then let's go home.” 

“Not yet. I wanna get a few drinks first. I’ll get out of the closet first. You wait a bit and come after me. You should probably wait a bit anyway for that to go down.” You grin, glancing at his poor red cock. 

“You’re evil.” 

“I know.” You put his dick back in his pants and zip them up. “Don’t touch yourself.”

You get out of the closet with a huge smile on your face. This evening started horribly with you having to sit beside Beomgyu and watch him tear through Haeun’s clothes with his gaze, openly lusting after her as if he doesn’t care who sees. But once you had enough alcohol in you, you decided to do something about it and whisper in Beomgyu’s ear to follow you to one of the closets. Being the horndog he is, he followed right after, finally interrupting his leering session. 

Okay, maybe getting him to pay attention to you by giving him a handjob at a party wasn’t your proudest moment but you did get him to stop caring about her. Maybe in time you’ll get him to forget about her completely. Maybe he’ll even start looking at you differently, and he’ll realize you’re the one who truly loves him…Oh, who are you kidding? He has been obsessed with her for–

Lost in your thoughts, you smack right into someone, the drinks they were holding spilling all over the both of you. 

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I'm such a drunk idiot." You immediately go into apologizing, not wanting to antagonize the person further, but when you look up, instead of an angry frown greeting you, you see him with his head cocked to the side and a grin on his face. "That’s okay, doll."

“Yeonjun!” You gasp, slightly relieved knowing the person isn’t going to fight you, but still horrified at the damage you’ve done to his white shirt.  “Your shirt is all ruined!"

"It's alright. It’s your dress I’m worried about."

You look down at your dress which was equally soaked and now clinging to your body uncomfortably. “Ah, shit. Let's go wash off before the stains will set." 

You drunkenly drag him to the nearest bathroom. Once you’re inside, you turn to him. "Take off your shirt."

“Oh, is this finally happening?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you roll your eyes. “Off.”

"Bossy. I like it." He takes his shirt off and hands it to you, and you bashfully look away from his half-naked body, taking the shirt and running it under water while he grabs a towel and wets it, washing off his stomach, or more accurately–his abs.

Still, you can’t help but to sneak not so subtle glances at him, drawn to the sight, before blushing and looking away when he catches you.

“Like what you see, doll?” He teases, winking at you. 

“Shut up.” You rub his shirt with some soap to get the last of the stain out. 

“I can guarantee you, he doesn’t look like that.” His voice is suddenly so close to you, and you look up to see him right next to you, cornering you between his body and the sink. 

“Stop it.” You put a hand to his chest, which you immediately come to regret as the skin on skin contact makes your treacherous heart flutter. 

“Why? Why are you so hung up on him? The idiot doesn’t even realize how much you love him. He’s too preoccupied with her.” You try to look away at the painful mention of Haeun but Yeonjun gently turns your face back towards him. “Give me a chance to make you forget him.”

“Yeonjun…” 

“Can I?” He leans forward, his face inches from yours. 

Should you really be doing this? Beomgyu had told you to stay away from Yeonjun specifically. He would be very pissed off if he found out that you let him kiss you… but then again, why? Why can’t you kiss Yeonjun? It’s not like you and Beomgyu are together. You’re free to kiss whoever you want, dammit!

‘To hell with it.’ You think, surging forward to close the distance between you and Yeonjun. 

His lips are the softest lips you’ve ever felt. Granted, you only kissed two other boys before, Beomgyu being one of them, but still. He was so confident with it too, guiding you and coaxing you to open up to him, letting him taste you and you him. It was slow, purposeful–so different from Beomgyu’s kisses. 

No. You need to stop thinking about Beomgyu. That was the whole point. Forget Beomgyu. 

“Get off her.” Beomgyu shouts. 

Beomgyu? 

Yeonjun moves away from you, or more accurately is pushed off you. 

“Beomgyu, what are you doing here?” You gasp, horrified at having been caught by him as if you were cheating on him or something. It didn’t help that his reaction made it seem like you are. 

“I was looking for you. I thought I told you to stay away from him.” He hisses, clearly angry which just pisses you off. Whatever fleeting sense of guilt you felt for kissing Yeonjun quickly dissipates in the face of his inexplicable wrath.  

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.” You snap back. “And if I want to kiss Yeonjun, I will.” 

“He’s my friend!” He shrieks, as if that means something.

“So? That doesn’t mean I can’t like him.” 

Beomgyu reels at that. “You like him?” 

Both boys stare at you expectantly, waiting for your answer, and you stammer under their gaze. “M-maybe I do.” 

Beomgyu’s face hardens and he turns his back on you and walks out the door without another word. 

What? What did you say? 

“Oh no, did I just fuck up?” You fret, moving to run after him, but Yeonjun grabs your hand, stopping you. “No. You stood up for yourself. If he doesn’t want to be with you then he doesn’t get to tell you who you can be with.” 

“You’re right. He’s not my boyfriend.” You try to assert, but quickly lose your confidence. “And now he will never be. He just saw me kissing his friend! That’s like incest!”

Yeonjun bursts out laughing at that. “What? That’s ridiculous. Do you even hear yourself?” 

You want to be mad at him for trivializing how you feel. This is serious! You may have just lost your chance with Beomgyu! This is no laughing matter!

So then why are you laughing like he’s just cracked the funniest joke you’ve ever heard? “Oh my god, you’re right. What am I even thinking? This is stupid.” You huff out between cackles, “I’m so stupid.” 

Yeonjun stops laughing first, gathering you in his arms and waiting for you to calm down. “You’re not stupid. You’re in love.” 

“Yeah.” You confirm, bitterly. 

“And he’s an ungrateful idiot.” 

“Maybe.” You fiddle with your fingers. “But if there is a one percent chance I can be with him, I don’t want to ruin it by having him think I’m fucking his best friend.” 

Yeonjun sighs, stepping back. “Fine, go to him. Explain what happened to him. But for the record, I think you’re making a huge mistake.” 

“I know.” 

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You scour the party looking for Beomgyu, but you can’t find him anywhere. Did he leave already? Is he that mad? 

You lament your poor choices as you open up another door, stumbling across yet another couple engaged in less than savory activities with the woman spread out on the edge of the bed and the man with his face buried between her legs. 

“Whoops, sorry!” You yelp, knee-jerk reaction to slam the door shut suddenly halted when the man kneeling on the floor turns towards you and you see an all too familiar face. 

Beomgyu?! 

They both stare at you, Haeun with her dress pushed up and Beomgyu with his lips glistening with something you don’t want to think about. He makes eye contact with you before he turns around and presses his face back between her legs. 

That fucking slut. 

You slam the door shut and storm off with another target in mind. When you spot the colorful haired man, you drag him behind you to one of the empty bedrooms you saw earlier. 

"Hey, what’s going on--" You cut Yeonjun off with a kiss which he doesn’t resist much, making use of the unexpected opportunity. But when you separate, he takes the chance to ask, "What happened to Beomgyu?"

"Fuck him. I want you.” You kiss him again, suddenly nervous about what you’re going to ask now that you’re right in front of him. Still, you push through, murmuring against his lips, eyes sealed shut, "Want you to eat me out."

Unfortunately, Yeonjun doesn’t immediately give in as you had been praying he would, and he pulls back to ask you, "Are you sure?"

"Yes." You answer, still refusing to open your eyes. But the asshole won’t accept that. 

“Look at me, doll.” He demands, cupping your face in his hands. You take a deep breath before opening them, looking him dead in the eyes. “I want it.” 

"It just seems–"

"Do it, Yeonjun!" You snap then immediately regret it, feeling mortified at the possible rejection. God, you didn’t think this through, did you? Just because he wanted to kiss you, doesn’t mean he wants to eat you out in the middle of a party. He’s not Beomgyu. "Unless you don't want to."

Yeonjun lifts you up and drops you on the bed, the breath whooshing out of you as you make impact with the mattress. You don’t even get the chance to ask him what the hell he’s doing before he spreads your legs and gets between them. "It's my pleasure, doll."

He starts by licking over your panties, and you’re so glad he is easing you through it because even that makes you tingle. His tongue moves up and down your slit in slow, deliberate strokes, turning you on until you’re not sure if your panties are soaked because of your arousal or his saliva. And once it’s completely see-through, he hooks his finger under it, pulling it to the side. 

The first direct touch of his hot tongue against your sensitive pussy has you jolting, your hands shooting out to grab at the sheets. But Yeonjun pulls away for a second, grabbing your hands and putting them on his head.

"You can hold onto my hair, doll." He grins, looking devastatingly handsome, “Pull on it when I do something you like.” 

That’s a dangerous ask because you’re pulling his hair as soon as he puts his mouth on you again. Not that he minds, you can see his smirk as he stares up at you, tongue teasingly swirling around your swollen clit. 

“Don’t tease.” You whimper, holding onto his hair tightly. 

“Why not? You’ve teased me long enough, pretty girl.” He purrs, pressing soft kisses against your pussy while his thumb rubs maddeningly around your entrance. 

“Yeonjun…” You whine, taking your hands away and trying to close your legs, but he pins your legs back down before returning your hands to his hair. “Keep your hands on me. I like it.” 

“Pull my hair harder. I like it when you’re rough with me."

Beomgyu’s words ricochet inside your skull, tearing up your brain. No. Don’t think about him. He’s in another room with another woman, probably fucking her by now. Focus on the man who actually wants you. 

“Did I lose you?” Yeonjun’s voice cuts through your tortured monologue. 

You look at him, embarrassed at having been caught. 

“Then let me make you forget about him.” He vows, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking on it, making your brain short-circuit. 

“That’s it, doll. Just focus on me.” He flicks his tongue from side to side, causing electricity to shoot up to your belly. 

“Oh god, Yeonjun!” You gasp, pulling at his hair, which just makes him do it with more fervor, alternating between rapid flicks and long languid licks up the entire length of your pussy. You’d be embarrassed by how quickly he builds up your high, if he didn’t look like he was enjoying it so much, moaning into your pussy and staring up at you as if he wants to eat you whole. 

“Feels good?” He smirks, fingers finally breaching your empty pussy. 

“Yes, yes!” You groan, head thrown back as he pumps his fingers inside you, his full lips latching onto your clit once more. 

The feeling of his fingers filling you up, fucking you open, and the unrelenting attack on your clit from his mouth has you teetering on the edge in no time. But then an unwelcome image pops into your brain–Beomgyu with his messy hair and his lips swollen and glistening with arousal–and suddenly it wasn’t Yeonjun between your legs and it wasn’t Haeun Beomgyu was eating out…

No, it was you on the bed and Beomgyu between your legs, looking up at you with his big, brown eyes that seemed to beg you to cum, and you do. You have to bite down on your tongue to stop from screaming his name as you shudder and whine, thighs clamping around Yeonjun’s head. 

Yeonjun. 

You jerk up, orgasm still not quite passed, and blink the haziness away. God, you’re disgusting. 

But Yeonjun has no idea what is going through your head. He has a big smile on his face, proud of himself for making you lose it so easily. 

“You liked that, doll?” He climbs up your body to kiss you, and you hesitantly reciprocate, not wanting him to sense that anything is wrong. But when he starts getting handsy again and you feel his hard cock pressing against you, you quickly push him away. 

"Wait. I can't–I'm sorry.” You stammer nervously. 

“Oh. Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I just…” Whatever lie you were thinking of dies on your tongue when you make eye contact with him. You can’t lie to him. “I just need to go home."

“Of course.” He backs away, but you can see the disappointment on his face. “Is it… because of Beomgyu?” 

You don’t reply, but that is all the answer he needed.

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Still, he is gentleman enough to take you home. 

“You didn’t have to do this, you know.” You tell him for the tenth time, feeling guilty after basically rejecting him. 

“I know. I wanted to.” He reassures you once again, no hint of annoyance in his voice. “I know Beomgyu usually takes you home, but since he’s… occupied, I didn’t want you to walk home alone.”

“Right.” You mumble, staring at the ground as that painful image of Beomgyu between Haeun’s legs flashes in your mind. “Well, thank you… and I’m sorry. I just don’t think I’m ready yet.” 

“Hey,” He walks towards you, propping your chin up with his finger. “You don’t have to apologize. You don’t owe me anything.” 

“I know. I just wish things were different. I wish I wasn’t so pathetically in love with him that it feels wrong to even be with someone else. Which is stupid, I know. Beomgyu and I aren’t–” Your phone rings for the 10th time since you left the party, cutting you off, and you glare at the name flashing on the screen. 

“Beomgyu again?” 

“Yes.” You roll your eyes, silencing it. 

“Answer it.”

You stare at him as if he grew a second head, and he rolls his eyes. “He’s probably worried about you. We left without saying a word to him.” 

Damn it. You guess he’s right. You didn’t even think of that. 

"Hello?" You press the phone to your ear but quickly move it away slightly at the immediate shouting coming from it. 

"Where the fuck are you?" 

"Home." You answer unenthusiastically, which just pisses Beomgyu off more. "You went home by yourself?"

"No, Yeonjun took me home." You elaborate nervously, scared of how he’s going to react, and boy, does he not disappoint. "Well this is just fucking great. I've been looking all over for you, freaked out of my mind that something happened to you and you're back home fucking my friend."

His words reignite your anger all over again. “I didn’t think you’d come up from between her legs long enough to notice.” 

“So you’re getting back at me by fucking him?”

“I didn’t–you know what, Beomgyu. I can't deal with this right now. I'm going to bed."

"I’m not done–" You hang up on him, too exhausted to think about what any of this means. 

"He's not happy, huh?"

"Nope." You sigh. What a fucking terrible night. 

"I don't get him. If he's jealous, why doesn't he just ask you out?"

"He's not jealous. He's just–” Just what? Why is he even acting that way? What is he so angry about? Because you’re ‘fucking’ his friend? So what? “I don't know. It's complicated. We've been messing around and I guess he got annoyed when he saw us kissing."

“Well, are you guys dating?” Yeonjun asks and you almost laugh. “No. Nothing like that. Just… just messing around.”

"Then he has no right to be annoyed." He states simply, and he’s right. He doesn’t, and you can’t make sense of why he is so all you manage is to lamely mumble, "Well, he's protective of me."

To which Yeonjun snorts, "You mean possessive."

Is he? Why would he be? Is it because he is not used to you having a boyfriend before? Not that Yeonjun is your boyfriend.   

"My brain hurts. I need to sleep." You groan, pulling at your hair in frustration before your hands fall to your sides with a slap. “I’m sorry, Yeonjun.” 

“Don’t be.” He reassures you, “I’ll be here when that idiot inevitably does something to completely push you away.”

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A/N: as always I always love to hear feedback even if it's just how much you'd like to punch gyu lmao. currently i don't know how many parts the remaining plot will be divided into so it could be 2 or 3 more similar sized chapters to this.

just for fun, i'll do a poll every chapter to see if people change their minds on who they want oc to end up with. but i've already decided on what to do so the votes are just for fun

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[stormyelliotwritez]

hiii there hope ur having a good day ❤️

i was thinking if you could pretty please🙏 do dp+wv with autistic ftm reader (your autistic/ftm writing is SO good. bless you fr) who does NOT understand socializing. like. not completely helpless but mostly because he copies how other people act in public even though he doesnt understand why people act that way (me fr…)

i hope this makes sense lol but if u wanna make it more generalized thats so totally okay im just. starved. for these two. 🙏🙏 thanksies <3

OH MY GOD YES thats literally so me as well and thankssss, i try my best to write good stuff!!!

DATING THEM AS AUTISTIC!FTM!READER WHO DOESNT UNDERSTAND SOCIALIZING

im not sure sure if this is what you wanted but i hope you like it!!!

when you start copying wade, he looks at you funny and then looks at logan like you seeing this? you explain what you’re doing and he starts calling you a parrot (all in good fun ofc)

logan starts pulling you around and he also hates socializing but he gets it more than you do so he’ll stand you next to him and whisper stuff in your ear about what to say or do and he doesn’t give a shit if you guys look weird

wade rambles about why people do shit and he helps you out like when you have to talk to people normally by taking over or he’ll just nudge you and mime

they’re so chill with you just being yourself at home like you don’t have to think about socializing coz they won’t get mad

if you look really confused, they’ll excuse you from wherever you are and explain what happened or what was said to you

wade throws stuff at you if you say something mean or like not socially correct or whatever the term is (which he only knows about coz logan gets it kinda)

logan chuckles to himself when he notices you picking up on things he does and he calls ya a good boy for knowing what to do

when you’re so done with people being stupid, they just let ya loose and you can deathstare people and back chat them and they’ll normally record it so they can watch it back and laugh with you about it

logan gives you and wade cuddles when you manage to get through a whole outing without going crazy at someone

they literally do not care if you suck at socializing but going out is so much easier if other people don’t look at you guys more funny than they already do

if you get nervous or anxious, one of them will hold your hand and squeeze it or put their arm around you

if people are assholes coz of you being trans, logan will explain how they’re being an asshole and wade’ll ask if you wanna make their day bad or if he should

[merrybloomwrites]

You Can Start a Family (Extra: Getting High)

Summary: Y/N's never tried weed before, and has an interesting night trying it for the first time with the three people she loves and trusts the most.

AN: This is a story about people getting high, written by someone who's never been high. I did a fair amount of research, so I hope it's accurate enough to what people experience lol

Previous Chapters:

Main Story: One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine ; Ten

Sickfic Part 1 ; Part 2

Mitchrry Prequel

Fan Reactions

Holiday Blues

Mitchryy Reunion

Word Count: 2.8K

CW: Mentions of smut & daddy kink; drug use

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It’s a perfect Friday morning. You’re sitting at the kitchen table of your LA home with Sarah, Mitch, and Harry. Sarah had surprised you all with a full English breakfast “just because” and you’re enjoying every delicious bite.

It’s so good that everyone is practically silent, no one wants to take a break from eating to say anything. You’re the first to get full so you decide to start up some conversation. There’s something you’ve been wanting to ask them but have been too shy to actually voice your question.

Deciding to finally go for it, you break the silence saying, “What’s it like to get high?”

Simultaneously, all three of them stop mid chew to stare at you, completely caught off guard by your question.

Harry composes himself first and after finishing his bite of food he says, “Well it depends on what drug you’ve taken.” You’re grateful for the way he responded, showing that they’ll take the conversation seriously and not as a joke.

It’s no secret that he and Mitch have done a couple different drugs in the past. It’s common knowledge that “She” was written by Mitch while he was under the influence of psychedelic drugs. And everyone’s heard the story of Harry biting off part of his tongue while high on mushrooms.

Harry has also mentioned having done coke once or twice, and that admittedly makes you a little nervous. You went through the DARE program growing up where you’d been taught that all drugs will ruin your life and kill you. So while you never judge others for occasionally getting a little high, it does make you somewhat nervous that something bad could happen when they do.

You voice your concerns to them, and they talk you through what drugs they’ve tried, what it was like, and how they ensure their safety while under the influence. By the end you’re feeling better about everything.

But you notice one thing they left out.

“And what about weed?” You ask.

“What about it?” Mitch asks.

“What are you guys like when you smoke it? Eat it? Whatever you all do with pot,” you clarify.

“The boys prefer to smoke,” Sarah answers, “And I don’t like smoking, so I’ll have some edibles if I want to participate.”

“We all get pretty mellow,” Mitch says to answer your question.

“You can be more mellow?” You inquire jokingly, referring to his generally calm demeanor.

“He just sits there all smiley,” Harry says.

Sarah laughs and adds, “Yea, until he starts getting extra horny.”

You blush thinking about what that must be like and then ask, “What about you two? What are you guys like?”

“Sarah gets very giggly. And chatty,” Mitch answers. “And Harry gets the munchies.”

“Seriously?” You ask. Harry, the person in this relationship who is most regimented about what he eats and rarely ever snacks, gets the munchies?

“Oh, for sure,” Harry answers. “All bets are off when I’m high. Calories don’t count,” he finishes with a shrug.

“I wonder what I’d be like,” you say quietly.

“Y/N, do you want to try it? We’d all be with you, make sure nothing happens,” Sarah says.

You sit silently for a moment, debating what to say. This was another goal of yours for this conversation. You want to try getting high, especially with the three of them, who you trust more than anyone. You had been offered weed at a couple parties before, and always turned it down, nervous that something could go wrong. But here? With Sarah, and Mitch, and Harry? Well, that sounds like it could actually be fun.

You nod and say, “Yea, I kind of do want to try.”

“Okay,” Harry says. “We can make that happen.”

After that, the conversation turns to other topics as you finish eating and cleaning up breakfast. Harry spends a good chunk of the day writing. Mitch helps him but heads to the grocery store in the afternoon. Meanwhile, you and Sarah work in the garden, getting it ready to put in some new plants.

Happy with your progress for the day, you head inside to take a shower. When you’re done and dressed you walk down to the living room where Sarah, also freshly showered, and Harry and sitting together on the couch. You join them, sitting beside Harry. He talks a bit about what he worked on so far and then you finally hear the door opening, alerting you all that Mitch has returned from the store.

All three of you join him in the kitchen, helping to put the groceries away. You get to one bag that looks different from the others, like it came from a different store, but it still just seems to contain some different snacks, namely chocolates and some gummy candies. You get a closer look and notice the little leaf symbol on all of the packages.

“Uhm, Mitch? What is this?” You know what it is, or at least, you’re mostly sure, but it feels like a good idea to actually confirm.

He looks over to see what you’re holding and smirks before saying, “Well that would be weed. Figured it wouldn’t hurt to grab some after our talk this morning.”

“Can we try it?”

“Sure,” he replies.

“Tonight?” You ask.

“Are you sure?” Sarah confirms.

“I mean, it seems like a good time. We have a free weekend, which never happens. And I don’t want to overthink it more than I already have.”

“Ok,” Harry responds. “After dinner if you still want to then these will be our dessert,” he says, taking the bag of goodies from you and putting it in a cabinet, far away from the rest of the snacks.

“Sorry it’s only edibles,” Mitch says to Harry. “Sarah doesn’t smoke, and I didn’t think Y/N would either. And you don’t like smoking alone so, yea.”

“Are you not joining us?” Sarah asks.

“Not this time, I want to stay sober just in case.”

“Look at you, going into daddy mode,” Harry jokes.

There’s a flicker in Mitch’s eyes at that, something you’ve never seen before. “Haven’t heard that nickname in a long time,” Mitch says.

“You haven’t earned it,” Harry replies, tone definitely cheeky, and a little suggestive. You tuck the encounter away in your mind, making a note to ask them about whatever that just was at another time.

Now that everything seems to be decided, you turn to start making dinner. With the prospect of a new experience on the horizon you need to do something that’s familiar to you. Sarah helps you cook, and the boys clean up after.

Once everyone is in comfy clothes you meet up back in the living room. Mitch is holding the chocolate bar and gives you a look before asking, “Still want to try this?”

“I do,” you reply. You’re excited, even if you’re slightly nervous about how you might act or if you might say something stupid while under the influence.

“Alright,” he replies.

Mitch opens the package, breaking off three pieces and handing one to each of you. He then passes the rest to Harry, saying, “You might want one more in a bit. It’s a pretty low dose.”

You pop the chocolate in your mouth, a thrill going through you at doing something you’ve always been told was dangerous. It’s silly to feel this way, knowing now that the likelihood of this having any type of negative outcome is extremely slim, but it still feels almost reckless in an exciting way.

Nothing happens for a bit, but you expected that. Harry ends up taking one more piece, and you wonder if you should as well. Before you can even ask, Mitch says, “No more for you, give it time.”

Sarah adds, “It’ll kick in soon, trust me.”

And she isn’t wrong. You don’t notice it happening, but eventually you feel different. Your body feels kind of tingly, and you’re smiling but you don’t really know why.

The next thing you know, you and Sarah are discussing the garden at length. The area you have set aside is totally not big enough. You need way more space so you can grow veggies and berries and like, three orange trees so you can make your own orange juice every morning. Harry gets up no less than five times to retrieve snacks from the kitchen and you discover you’re actually starving, which is weird because wasn’t dinner an hour ago? You’re never hungry so soon after a meal.

Some more time apparently passes, and you and Sarah are now laughing at a story Harry’s telling about his craziest fan encounter.

Suddenly you remember a comment from earlier and turn to Mitch. He’s sitting next to you on the couch, completely entertained by the antics of the three of you and doesn’t miss when your attention focuses on him.

When you don’t say anything for over a minute he gives you a confused look and says, “Can I help you?”

“Why did Harry call you daddy earlier?” You ask.

At this question both Mitch and Harry blush. BLUSH. You don’t think you’ve ever seen that before.

Mitch looks at your doe eyed, innocent expression and thinks for a minute how he’s going to explain this to you. He sometimes forgets that all your sexual experience has been with him, and there’s a lot you’re unfamiliar with. Sure, the fact that you have sex with three people at once might seem adventurous, but the sex you all have tends to be mostly very vanilla. Mitch watches your inquisitive expression as he figures out the best way to explain daddy kinks and dom/sub dynamics to you.

He decides to start by asking you, “Have you heard of daddy kinks before?”

Your eyes go wide as you realize that this is going down a sexual route. Sarah starts giggling next to you at your reaction and you pout before saying, “Don’t laugh at me, you know I was sheltered!”

“I don’t mean to, you’re just so adorable when you're all shocked and naive,” she replies.

Sarah then shifts on the couch so she’s laying sideways, her back against the armrest. She pulls you to her, so your back is against her chest. Mitch slides closer and Harry takes the seat next to him. You and Sarah both stretch out your legs over Mitch’s lap until your feet rest on Harry. You feel all warm inside, getting to be in contact with all three of them.

“Sorry for laughing,” Sarah says quietly in your ear. “You know how much we love teaching you new things.” You shutter involuntarily at her suggestive tone. She wraps her arms around your middle as Mitch says, “You never answered my question.”

“There was a question?” You say and start giggling. You search your fuzzy brain, trying to remember what he asked you, then trying to remember what you guys were even talking about.

“I asked you if you knew what a Daddy kink is,” he says, watching you closely in case you had another entertaining reaction.

This time your face goes serious, and Mitch can literally see the wheels turning in your mind as you come up with an answer.

After a literal minute of thinking you reply with a decisive, “No.”

“Okay. So, a common misconception is that someone with a daddy kink has daddy issues. And that could be the case for some people but that’s not really what it is. It’s about power dynamics. Like one person gives over control to the other person. And the one with control would be considered daddy.”

“Mitch, that was a fucking terrible explanation,” Harry says. “Y/N, did that make sense to you?”

“Not really, no.”

Sarah decides to take over and says, “Do you remember the night after one of the Wembley shows when we teased you on the ride home?” You immediately remember what she’s talking about and a shutter of pleasure runs through your body at the memory. “And when we got back to the room we edged you even more and wouldn’t let you come? And then made you come multiple times until you passed out?”

“Holy shit,” Harry says. “Why have I never asked about things you did before I joined? Fuck, that sounds hot.”

You blush at the memory and Sarah continues, saying, “That night, Mitch and I had the power. We were in control of your pleasure. You trusted us to take care of you. That’s what a dom/sub dynamic is about. And there’s different titles that doms go by, like sir and ma’am or daddy and mommy. Depends on personal preference.”

“And Mitch prefers daddy?” You ask. He huffs out a laugh and looks visibly flustered at this question, so you say, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Oh, he for sure prefers daddy,” Harry adds. “The first time I let it slip out, he came instantaneously.” Your body starts to heat up and you squirm in Sarah’s lap as Harry continues, “I’d asked him to restrain me and just take what he wanted. He went full daddy mode and didn’t even realize. One of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.”

You can’t sit still any longer, so you move, your limbs uncoordinated due to the drugs and lust clouding your mind, but you finally succeed in straddling Mitch’s lap.

“I wanna do that,” you say.

“Do what exactly?” Mitch presses.

“I dunno. Everything. Anything you guys want to do. I want to give up control,” you answer.

“Darling, I don’t think you’ve ever been in control in bed,” Sarah says with another giggle.

“Okay but like, I wanna do it legit. Please, daddy?” You say with puppy dog eyes looking right at Mitch.

He groans, and you think you’re getting your way, so you move to kiss him and grind down in his lap. His hands grip your waist and frustratingly, they stop your movements.

“Look at me, baby,” he says, and your eyes dart back to meet his. “We can try it, but not now.”

“Why not?” You whine.

“Because you’re high and can’t fully consent. We all have to be sober to do this the right way. And there’s a lot we need to talk about first. We need to discuss limits, safe words, things like that. Okay?”

“Fine. But I won’t forget this.”

“Trust me babe, neither will I,” he replies, nipping at your ear and you give him a dirty look for teasing you.

“Now, why don’t we watch a movie?” Mitch suggests.

“Emperor's New Groove!” You immediately shout.

“What’s that one about?” Harry asks.

“Seriously? You’ve never seen it?” He shakes his head no and you look at the other two who confirm they’d never watched it either.

“NONE of you have seen Emperor's New Groove? That’s a fucking travesty.” They all burst into laughter since you never curse but this seems to be high enough stakes to earn the explicit word.

“We are watching it. Right now.” You jump off the couch, stumbling across the room to grab the remote. You plop back into Sarah’s lap, legs outstretched over the boys, and concentrate on putting the movie on.

Before you press play you say, “I have one very important question.”

“And what would that be, love?” Harry asks.

“Are there more snacks?”

Without a word he gets up and makes a trip to the kitchen, bringing back an assortment of treats.

You grab some of the chocolates and start the movie.

You’re all a giggling mess watching the movie, and you’re starting to get very sleepy by the time it’s over. Mitch has his work cut out for him, rounding the three of you up and helping you all get ready for bed. You cooperate with brushing your teeth and washing your face, but refuse to put pants on, arguing that it’s too warm and all you want is one of Harry’s t-shirts. You also refuse to walk from the bathroom to the bedroom, and Mitch steps in before Sarah can try picking you up while she’s still unsteady herself.

You’re basically dead weight in Mitch’s arms, and you laugh uncontrollably when he gently throws you onto the mattress. The night ends with all four of you together in bed, exchanging “I love you” back and forth repeatedly.

You fall asleep on top of Mitch, and he thinks back to how the evening went. He can’t help but smile at the fact that high Y/N is basically a combination of the other three when high. You laugh and talk uncontrollably like Sarah, snack like Harry, and get a bit more horny than usual like Mitch.

And he certainly won’t forget the conversation you’d had any time soon. He hopes the rest of you won’t either. As he strokes your hair and looks fondly at Sarah and Harry sleeping at his sides, he feels like today was a perfect day. And he can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

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AN: Thank you so much for reading! Requests are open so if you want to see anything specific, let me know!

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[darkbluekies]

How would the yandere's react to a reader who gets propositioned/asked out alot ? Lol i can imagine their reactions being funny and terrifying at the same time.

Warnings: a lot of jealousy, threats, death, rude Hedwig :O

Silas: 

His jealous ass wouldn't be able to stay calm in front of you. Everytime he brings you outside or around people there's always one who has to approach you. He’ll grimace and roll his eyes in annoyance. He’ll pull you close and kiss your neck while death staring your suitor in the eye. Thankfully, one look at his gun and a threat about hiding their corpse and they’ll most likely run.

“You prick. This one’s mine, asshole, and the longer you stare at my partner, the longer your punishment will be. Trust me, I don't go easy on the ones trying to steal my things away from me. Especially not my partner. Y/N, stay back, this person doesn’t seem to understand what’s best for them. I’m going to break their bones until they get it through their thick head. Afterwards, we’re going home, I’m sick of people looking at what’s mine!”

Dr Kry:

He tries to keep his jealousy at bay, knowing that you’re not a couple. He’s not allowed to be jealous when people come up and ask you out, but it’s happening so often that he sees red. He tries to make you stay in your room, but if you’re not coming to them … they come to you. He chases them out and closes the door after himself to make sure that you won’t have to hear his threats.

“Listen, I don’t know what you think you are doing, but you’re not going to come close to my patient ever again, got it? I’m caring for them and they’re not in any condition to play around with you. If you don’t want to end up in the morgue, you better run back to whatever facility you came from and stay there. Otherwise you’ll leave this hospital in a body bag.”

King Edmund:

Jealous ass number two wouldn’t be able to keep his composure in front of you. The people in the castle know not to come in contact with you, but people outside … they’re not so lucky as to know what measures to take when they see you. Edmund will have his knights grab the people who talk to you. He’ll spit at their shoes in disgust.

“How in the entire world did you think that it’d be a good idea to ask out my dearest? I’ve had enough of these thoughtless peasants! I’ll behead them all! Starting with you. Then maybe people will start to understand that Y/N is mine. As for you, my dear, you’re not leaving our bedroom for a long, long time.”

Jerry:

At first, she would laugh upon seeing people approach you because of how uncomfortable you were, but when it happened again and again … and again, she’d be sick of it. She’ll walk up to you and give your lips a warning kiss, although none of this is your fault. 

“It seems like I’m not the only one who has opened my eyes for you, baby. You seem to be quite the catch here. Ah, what a pity … I liked this club. Now we can’t come back. Go outside. Wait for me there. I’m going to create a bullet rain to make sure that no one leaves with impure thoughts about you in their heads.”

Hedwig: 

Hedwig’s neediness will shine right through when you’re talking to a classmate, rejecting them politely. She’ll cling onto your arm and wait impatiently, eventually kissing your jaw and cheek. The classmate doesn’t seem to get a hint. It’s not the first time. Hedwig’s never rude or impolite, but she’s had enough of people eyeing you like this. Before she claimed you, no one came up to you, but suddenly people see you. It’s infuriating. 

“Are you blind? I’m their girlfriend and I’m right here! But you’re oblivious to that, aren’t you? The only thing you can think of is to get my sweetheart's number. They’ve already rejected you! Leave, I’m losing my patience. If you’re still here in two minutes I’ll call my father. You’ll never be able to come back here again and your parents will lose their jobs. What are you waiting for? Leave!”

[hyatoro]

Franklin Russell

ChildhoodFriend!Yandere.

Starting off with a classic. 

Appearance: 5’7”, Brown hair, brown eyes, light tan, wears a lot of knits and stuff. Cozy clothes. Medium build. (Picrew Image at bottom)

Setting: Suburban United States

You can call him whatever you want, Frankie, Frank, Franklin. Preferably yours? lolol All of your friends have to call him Frank or Franklin though. If anyone calls him Frankie he corrects them quickly, saying that it’s reserved for you and his family (but you’re already family since he plans on marrying you anyway).

He grew up normally, having been raised well by a loving family. He has two older sisters who also treat you like a little sibling. He doesn’t mind sharing you with his family cause they taught him early on that sharing is caring (lol not in his mind), so he’s become tolerant of it. 

In that same vein he also gets along with your other friends that you two made as you grew up, but he doesn’t hold them to the same esteem as you. Everyone can tell he likes you the most, but they chalk it all up to y’all being childhood friends and that he’s just the most comfortable with you. Which it IS but also not. 

Never really hangs out with them unless you’re there, though he doesn’t leave if they find him so that’s why they never really noticed it before. Like they’ll find him at the library working on his stuff and hang with him, so in their head it’s like “yeah me and Frank have hung out by ourselves before we get along fine”. 

Uses his childhood friend privileges to enter your house uninvited. It’s fine, he was given a key. So he’s not the kind of yandere to break into your home, but he’d definitely think about it if the conditions were right (you move out of your childhood home but don’t give him a spare key so he lockpicks and gaslights you into thinking you left it unlocked cause you’re used to him just being where you live so you’re not as alarmed as you should be if he were a stranger.) And his gaslighting isn’t malicious either. It’s the kind that your friends would do if they were obviously fucking with you. “Lol what the hell are you talking about? Why the hell would I do that when I could just call you to let me in?” But it’s this friend privilege that gets abused if you look at the bigger picture. But you aren’t, don’t worry about it. 

You grow up so close that sometimes you’re too lazy to kick him out of your room if you want to change so you tell him to turn around and close his eyes. You trust him. And you should, to listen to you that is. He does exactly that and only turns around when you let him, but he engraves the sounds of your clothes shuffling around into his memory each time to fuel his nightly passions. 

Thinks you’re the funniest person and laughs at most of your jokes. You know your joke sucked if even he doesn’t laugh. Even worse if he gives you this fake ass smile and you get rowdy cause “don’t you dare give me your pity”. 

Sometimes cries when you make an effort to participate in some of his hobbies even when he knows you don’t care for them. It just means so much. He likes embroidery, knitting, crocheting, and other fiber based crafts. When you made him a crochet flower he burst into tears and patched it into his next project. Cherishes it forever. 

Honestly the only reason why he’s never asked you out is because he kind of already sees you two as a set pair already. Like there’s not really a need to ask questions he already knows(?) the answers to y’know? 

Most people are deterred when they see the way he clings to you anyway, already assuming you’re taken. And honestly your life and sail fairly smoothly like this.

But when someone who doesn’t know him, say you meet someone while he’s busy and they haven’t seen the way he glues himself to you, shows interest or, god forbid, asks you out, then he is shocked. Gobsmacked. Flabbergasted. At first he doesn’t know what to do cause this has literally never happened before. 

Then he sticks by your side more than ever. He’s clingy. He’s never leaving you open to flirtatious advances ever again. You don’t even need to think about responding to their confession. Was there something you liked about them? He does his best to change to become more your type. 

In more extreme cases he would go as far as dyeing his hair, getting piercings (to a certain extent. He’s still somewhat his own person), and even getting tattoos. Which in his tastes, isn’t really part of his aesthetics. But he’d do it. 

If you suggest getting matching tattoos/matching ear piercings, then he kind of just assumes that it’s y'all getting pseudo-married. Behaves as such. 

Part of the reason why he’s still somewhat normal is because he is the youngest with two older sisters, and that does things to a motherfucker so he knows how to behave. And he knows how to fall back in line. 

Borrows your clothes all the time with zero remorse. Bigger or smaller than him it doesn’t matter he will take what he can. Don’t ask about the underwear he knows nothing about it (it’s under this secret flap in his dresser drawers. Third one down on the right.) 

Loves loves loves your casual affection with him. You always protected him when you were kids so he loves viewing you as his own personal hero, his savior. Grows his hair out a bit when you say it’s nice to thread your fingers through. Doesn’t grow it long cause he doesn’t like it, but would if you pampered him enough. 

He just loves letting you take control of him and taking your orders. He thrives on being subservient to you. He grew up used to getting bossed around, so it’s a comfort zone for him. Even better because it’s the object of all his affections. 

He prefers gentle domming cause the nature of this dynamic is cozy obsession. 

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/61925

[cookietrains]

Killer Klowns Dating Headcanons 

What Dating the Klowns is like (these are just general ideas not exclusive to one Klown):  Reader could be Klown or Human really. Tried to be inclusive to either form of mate in these ^^

-Not one of these Klowns know what personal space is (they were always so close to each other in the movie). So they’re really unapologetically cuddly with their mates everywhere. Expect lots of hand holding, hugs, and other forms of gentle affectionate touches from them. Face Squishies, holding you, they do your hair sometimes. Kisses are big for them! Also, they're not as private as humans are, so they don't really care if other Klowns are around for them to be lovey dovey towards their mates. 

-Klowns will share their food with their mates. They love presenting food to their mates, like little cats presenting dead mice or birds to people that they like. Or they’ll make little cotton candy floats for their mates. If their mate is a human, they’ll try to get their human to at least try their food… but will ultimately understand their mate not wanting to eat their own kind and will make foods more appropriate for them. Probably not well, but it's the thought that counts. If you're a human and you manage to eat their version of food (made with humans), you've FULLY impressed them. Not that they weren't already enamored with you, but they're very appreciative. 

-They also gift their mates with small trinkets and knick knacks that they think their mates would enjoy. Things like stuffed animals or jewelry. 

-Klowns have mates for life BUT also partake in polyamory. They have their small group where they all share their mate. There is no cheating with them (within the group). They're all super lovey dovey to each other/ you. 

-They are all hype men! The little claps they do in the game?  Or the little dance they do during the pizza Klowntality? They do that all the time. 

-If they have a human mate, they’re not all very well versed in “human issues” (mental health issues, major physical illnesses, being generally sick). But they all do their best to help you. Some Klowns know more than others, and they might seek help from one another for specific issues. Expect them to bring you lots of extra food and clothing/ blankets to keep you warm and cuddles.

-If you're feeling down or upset for whatever reason, the Klowns will do their best to cheer you up! Whether that’s doing puppet shows or making you balloon puppets or even just hanging out with you. They're there for you ♡

-They're all super protective of their mates. Doesn’t even matter if they're dating a human or klown. They're generally just more protective of you. The first few weeks/ months of dating, they'll probably be more careful with you, too. 

-The Klowns are goofy, but don’t let that fool you. They are super smart. They use this to their advantage in quickly learning things about their mates. What they like, their mannerisms and quirks, what foods they like. This also means their mate’s quirks might rub off on them. If your leg bounces from nerves a lot, suddenly so does theirs. They might pick up on your quirks and start doing them too without knowing it. 

-The Klowns love date nights with their mates. Their top suggestions for date night are amusement parks, circus trips, and hanging out with Klown friends (they host killer comedy shows, lol). If their mate wants to do anything specific, they’re totally up for doing anything you want to do. Bringing them to spooky places would definitely be a fun time, too! 

-As a Klown’s mate, you have to be tolerant of scary stuff. They love striking fear into their victims and for each other (for fun) Being creepy lil guys is their thing. 

-It’s an act dying out with the newer generation of Klowns, but Klowns perform mating rituals. All the Klowns in the film are within the age range where they would still do the rituals! These rituals include making their interests laugh, Gift Giving to the interest (this includes bringing them food or hunting for them), and adding color to their wardrobe they think would attract their future mate. Some Klowns might add singing and dancing to their rituals, but it’s not mandatory. 

-Klowns have weddings, too! Also not mandatory, but for those who are more grandiose in personality or even higher ranked Klowns (Jojo would probably be more inclined to have a wedding with his mate). These weddings are not serious like human weddings. It’s just a lot of fun, games and laughs. Some of them even take place in a HUGE bouncy house or fun house. One of the wedding rituals includes draping each other in decorative party favors (they have party strands, glitter, and confetti all over themselves). This is to signify that they've basically marked each other as mates. And of course, they have rings (All Klowns do the ring thing) 

-All Klowns mate for life. So if they're mates with a human and the human becomes sickly and dies, they have funeral rituals. The friends and family of the Klown who lost their mate will gather around and pull party poppers to replicate how they die. This is a newer tradition that was introduced as dating humans in general is a newer idea to them. The older Klowns or more highly ranked Klowns might opt for a confetti cannon instead and might be more prone to wanting to be alone during their grieving period.

-Kind of like Top of the World in the movie, Klowns have a special spot on their planet they take their mates. It's not on top of a hill, but it's something similar. And instead of a make-out spot, it's more of a special spot that klowns propose to their partners. They also might skip this location in favor of taking their mates hunting with them on other planets, insisting it's a good time. 

-Just going off their outfit changes in the game - Some Klowns really get dapper for their mates. If it's a special occasion, they like to wear groovy outfits. The goofier, the better

-I feel like all klowns would be as… lustful as the female klowns from the film. If they find someone they see as attractive, they're gonna be all over them. They might rip clothes and leave kissey marks all over them, too. Honeymoons for Klowns are insane. 

-There is no body shaming with Klowns :3c they love you for who you are, whether that's your creativity, your boldness, or your character in general. You're perfect to them ♡ 

‼️Nsfw: ‼️(I'm not gonna spend too much time here, but I do have some thoughts) 18+ only, please 

-Right off the bat, Klown cum is yellow and shimmery. It starts out as a Slime texture (super hard to grasp and almost like it's water but not quite..?) but as the days go by it forms into popcorn kernels. Depending on their situation, Klowns can either have one or two kids or they can have 10-20. More experienced Klown couples make babies soley for invasion trips. 

-The above was more for Klown mates, for human mates their cum forms into a regular child (with some Klown attributes) It's a bit harder for Klowns and humans to reproduce, but not impossible! 

-All of them are naturally aggressive during mating in some form. They can pull it back with human mates, but you can still expect to be pretty tattered by the end of it. Ripped clothing, biting, scratching. 

-They involve party supplies in their mating rituals. So it's just all a big mess, but to them, that's a good thing.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

apocalypse

words: 300

warnings: violence, alien invasion lol, mentions of death including parental death

you stomp out your fire before kicking leaves over it, not wanting to leave any trace. you grab your pack off the ground, grunting quietly as you sling it over your shoulder. it’s so fucking heavy, but everything in it is precious. every thing is precious, ever since they came, all material goods are precious. you try not to think about it, especially since it’s been almost a month since you saw the last thing. 

you’re not sure if there’s a technical name for them. they’re so beyond anything you know, anything earthly, that giving any name to them seems wrong. aliens, you suppose. they did come from the sky. large creatures, monsters, that ran on four legs, teeth as sharp knives, bodies moving in an almost mechanical way. they had their weaknesses, and you have found the best way to exploit that. they’ve got terrible senses. sight, hearing, smell, all of it is shit. they’re easy enough to avoid, but deadly when they get close enough. the main issue was the sheer number of them.

just keep your distance, you remind yourself. it’s why you’re out in the woods. you hope they’ll keep to the cities. it would make sense. you thought at first when they came that you’d be safe. they wouldn’t even get onto your island, and you were right, for a while. life in the outer banks wasn’t normal though, even as they began to attack only the big cities. everyone knew they would spread quickly, and chaos started before they even moved out of new york city.

you swallow hard, trying not to think about what happened. you think of your family. kooks. fucking kooks. they went crazy, acting like an alien invasion meant it was the purge. your family owned a grocery store, a small one that had been in the family for generations. it meant you had supplies, but it also made you a target. you force the thought out of your mind, but you still see it every time you close your eyes, the blood and bodies littering the store. you left that day, not even taking a single thing with you, just needing to be gone. they came the next day. you watched from high ground as they tore through the town, only reacting to the loudest screams and most movement. you studied them, committing as much as you could to memory, before turning your back to that world. it was over then.

it’s been almost an entire year now. you’ve considered going back. you’ve never gone far from the outer banks, but you’ve also never stopped moving. you know you’re going in slow circles, but you can’t bring yourself to do anything different, and you don’t need to yet. there’s plenty of food in this area, and the winters don’t deplete your resources as much like they would if you headed north. and south is just ocean, something you don’t want to see. too many memories. the sound of your sister laughing as she jumped in the waves, of your mother laying on the beach, whatever book she’s currently reading in her hand. 

you curse yourself for getting lost in your memories as you hear a twig snap. you quickly move to a tree to climb, trying to keep your movements light. the biggest risk wasn’t even the monsters, just like before in kildare, it was other people. other people killed your family and you are not going to let yourself fall to the same fate. you’d rather stare down the aliens teeth than let another human take you out. it was all just so wrong and messy.

your breath catches when the man creeping through the trees is familiar. his hair is longer now, falling over his forehead in dark blonde strands. you are moving before you can think over the consequences. you were never friends, theres no saying how he’ll welcome you, but he’s someone. someone you know. “rafe.” it feels weird to speak. you haven’t done it in weeks.

his head snaps up at his name, eyes almost bulging out of his head when he realizes who is standing in front of him. “y/n?” he asks, relief spreading over his features. you nod and smile. you’re not sure why you do it, but you get closer. rafe steps in as well, pulling you into a hug. it’s awkward with the amount of gear you’ve both got, but you don’t care, it’s human contact, it’s good human contact.

“you’re alive.” you state the obvious, and rafe nods. “would never let those fuckers take me out.”

you should have known rafe was too strong willed to die. he’s tough, but he’s more than that, he’s too stubborn to let an alien take him out. you wouldn’t be surprised if he had killed a few himself. to still be alive you practically had to.

“what are you doing here? wheres your base?” you ask. theres no way he’s been in this area long, you couldn’t have been missing him this whole time.

“i’m on the move, actually.” rafe says, clearing his throat. “retaking tanneyhill.”

you smile at that, and the action makes your cheeks hurt. you can’t remember the last time you’ve made that expression. “you and what army?” 

rafe shrugs, also grinning. “it’s my home. not going to let anyone drive me out.”

“that’s… brave.” you say honestly. all of the tension is gone from the times before they came. it was always kooks vs pogues, but now, there were just pogues. rafes status was the same as yours. there was nothing for you to be afraid or apprehensive of anymore. 

“come with me.” rafe says. you take a step back. back to outer banks. the thought rolls through your head. “at least to the edge of town.” 

you nod, not able to find words. it’s getting dark anyways, so you need to make camp soon. you’ll sleep on it and reevaluate in the morning when you don’t have the excitement of finally having another friendly human around you again.

“i’ve been sleeping in a nearby cave the past couple nights.” you tell rafe, making sure to keep your voice hushed. “there’s room for two.”

“sure beats just sleeping under the stars knowing i could get my head bit off at any minute.” it’s an attempt at a joke, but you can’t bring yourself to laugh, or even smile. it wasn’t so long ago that you woke up to a huffing sound, sitting up to realize one of those… things was almost on top of you. you grabbed the blade you keep under your pillow and ended it, only because it hadn’t yet realized you were there. you know you wouldn’t get so lucky next time.

you’re quiet the rest of the walk, rafe following in your footsteps quietly. you know exactly where to walk to keep your steps near silent. you get to the cave, pulling the branches out of the way that mask it’s entrance. it’s a tight squeeze to get in. you have to take your pack off and set it inside first. rafe does the same, eyebrows rising as he takes in how large the cave really is, looking up to see the ceiling is a few feet over his head. there’s a few openings in it, letting in the dying sunlight.

it’s an amazing find, really lucky, which is why you’ve stayed in this once place for so long. and just when you began itching to get moving again, here is rafe, presenting you with an opportunity. 

rafe begins to unpack, getting his bedroll out and setting it near yours. it’s the only even spot in the flooring, but your cheeks still heat at the thought of sleeping so close to him.

“here, i have some berries stocked up.” you grab the jar off the floor, opening it and shaking a few into rafes extended hand.

you don’t talk much as you eat. as soon as you stop moving, exhaustion takes over you. you’re thankful that you get so tired, knowing laying down and letting your thoughts run free is not something you want to do. you lay down after you eat, rafe joining you. 

“thanks.” he whispers, noticing that just a bit of moonlight is illuminating the cave.

“no problem.” you say, turning on your side to face him. “i’m glad you’re alive.” if you would have thought about rafe yesterday you would have said you didn’t care if he was alive or dead, but it’s different having him here, right next to you.

“i’m glad you’re alive too.” rafe says, reaching out and squeezing your hand. you squeeze back, palm tingling, and you’re not sure if it’s because of rafe, or because it’s human contact. your eyes flutter closed and you fall asleep like that, hands together.

but it’s not how you wake up. you’re so warm, heat pressing against your front. you blink your eyes opening, realizing that at some point in the night you’ve abandoned your sleeping bag and have joined rafe on his bedroll. you go to move away, but rafes arm is trapping you. he lets out a grumble in his sleep at your attempting to move, squeezing you even tighter to him.

you wait for the blush to subside before you tap rafe. “wake up.” you say softly, unable to resist the urge to stroke your thumb over his cheek. rafes eyes flutter open as you pull your hand away.

“sorry.” rafe mumbles, removing his hand from your back to rub over his face. you don’t speak as you roll away, not telling rafe where you’re going as you head out of the cave to get a breath of fresh air as well as do your business. you’re about to remove the brush to get back inside when you hear a chuffing noise. you know exactly what it is, but you wait until the thing comes into view to confirm it, and you’re glad you wait, because it’s not one, but three.

you rush inside the cave, grabbing your blade. “three of them.” is all you say to rafe to get him moving. the entrance isn’t big enough for them to get in, so you work on packing up in case you need to make a quick move. rafe peaks out the entrance, letting out a quiet curse.

“as soon as they’re gone, we’ve got to move.” you whisper. rafe nods, getting his stuff ready as well. you may be safe in this cave, but you’ve only got a couple berries left, and your water bottle is almost empty. as much as you like this location, it’s time to move, because if three are around, theres bound to be more. they’re not pack animals per say, but they tend to stay in groups when they are on move.

you wait hours, sitting there silently, until the sun is high in the sky. you know you have to use it to your advantage, so you share the rest of the berries with rafe and set off, keeping your head on a swivel. you head towards the outer banks, rafe by your side. you want to tell him again, how thankful you are that he’s alive, but you don’t know how long you’ll be able to stick by his side, no matter how bad you want to.

you spend the whole day walking, and you know that you’re only a few more hours from getting where you want to be, but you convince rafe to stop and set up a small camp. it’s not safe to continue at night, especially with the leaves still on the trees, not letting enough light to the forest floor.

you set up your bedrolls side to side, and again wake up in the morning with your limbs tangled together, this time rafe moving towards you. you close your eyes and let yourself enjoy the warm embrace as the sun rises, sending a warm orange glow over everything. rafe wakes up a few minutes later, squeezing you tightly before getting up. you don’t speak about it as you start to walk again.

you stop by a clean looking river and get some drinking water, both filling up your bottles, knowing you’ll have to boil it later but don’t want to stop. time seems to fly, and before you know it you’re walking down the street of the one place you swore you wouldn’t come back. thankfully, rafes house is nowhere near your familys shop, yet you still feel the tug.

“the fence is still intact.” rafe notes as you approach. he swings the gate open, eyes sweeping over the yard. a lot of the houses have damage, but he’s right, everything looks like it’s still in good shape. you suppose it’s a testament to the older houses being built better, after all this house has gone through hundreds of tropical storms or hurricanes. 

“lets do a quick sweep before we get too excited.” you tell rafe. he gives a curt nod, but you can still see the excitement in his eyes. you stick together, going through every room in the lower floor before heading up the stairs. it’s obviously picked through, but a lot of the important things remain untouched. you want to cry at the fact that there’s still mattresses on the beds. it’s been so long since you’ve slept properly on a bed.

you’re about to head downstairs when you hear nails scratching against the hardwood. your eyes widen and briefly meet rafes before you both look over the railing, realizing one of the aliens must have snuck in after you, and was now heading right towards the stairs.

“rafe.” you whisper-scream. 

“get in the bedroom. close the door.” rafe says, shoving you away.

“no, what?” you protest, knowing you can help.

“please, y/n, i lost… everyone.” his voice breaks, eyes shining. “i can’t lose you too, not when i just got you.”

you frown at his words, but nod, heading towards the bedroom and closing the door. you take your pack off, grabbing your blade. the second you hear rafe in any sort of trouble you’re coming out. 

you hear a commotion, but can’t make much out, until you hear rafe mutter a curse. you throw open the door, seeing rafe clutching his arm, but the monster there on the ground, dead.

“rafe!” you rush to him. “into the bathroom, quickly.” you say, hoping to find some sort of towel to wrap around the wound, maybe if you’re lucky something to stave off infection.

“hey.” rafe stops. “we have to go shut the gate first.” 

you shake your head no. “you’re bleeding, we take care of you first then we can do whatever else.” rafe sighs, but nods, letting you lead him into the spacious bathroom, but it feels small when you close the door behind you. it’s been almost a year since you’ve been inside a house, and its near suffocating being trapped. you quickly scrounge through the cabinets, shocked to find so much stuff. you realize the camerons probably stayed as long as they could, meaning most of the looting was done by the time the house was vacant.

you find some hydrogen peroxide and a hand towel, deciding it will work for now. you turn back to rafe, who has now taken his shirt off. your breath catches in your throat, noting not just his defined muscles but also the various scars littered along his torso. some were clearly deep, other little scratches, maybe from a thorn.

you shake the fuzzy feeling out of your head and squirt a little bit of the peroxide onto a towel, not wanting to waste such a precious resource. you press it to the wound, and rafe doesn’t even flinch at the sting. as you clean it up, you realize it’s not bad at all. rafe would likely recover quickly, especially now that you can control any potential infection somewhat.

you rip the sleeve off his shirt. it’s no good anymore anyways, and tighten it around his wound.

“you make a good nurse.” rafe says, admiring your quick and efficient work. 

“no formal training, but i did watch greys anatomy before.” you laugh, the sound echoing around you. 

rafe smiles at you, tucking a strand of hair out of your face. “stay with me?” rafe asks, reaching down to squeeze your hand. “we can fortify this place. put wiring along the top of the fence. plant, make a whole garden. fish for our food. we can live as comfortably as possible, together.”

you nod before you can stop yourself. you honestly can’t think of anything better than feeling safe. 

the first couple months are just hard work. you use the prebuilt wall along the property to make it a safe haven against the aliens, even going as far to set some traps. 

you eventually settle into a routine. rafe does most of the fishing, you do all of the gardening, and then you fall asleep in the same bed every night. it becomes comfortable. you have sightings of the monsters, but only a couple pose any threat, and you’re always able to retreat back into tanneyhill until they leave the town. you don’t see any other people, probably because no one wants to be trapped on an island, potentially stranded.

you decide to head into town, rafe has been pushing you that it would be smart to check for supplies, and he’s right, but your families shop is in town and you don’t know how you’ll cope seeing it, but you eventually agree you do need to reup your supplies, especially clean, unripped clothing. 

rafe takes a gun he found still in the safe at tanneyhill as you walk together down the street. it feels freeing to be out without a pack, knowing that you have someplace safe to return to. 

you follow rafe, until you get there, and your steps falter. rafe notices immediately as you turn to face the place you grew up in, running down the aisles with your sister, being scolded by your father when you bump the shelves and knock merchandise off. part of you wants to go inside, be surrounded by those memories, but you know what else lies inside those doors.

“hey, what’s wrong?” rafes voice sounds far away, even as hes right next to you.

you sink to your knees, unable to even stand, tears flowing down your face. rafe follows you to the ground, hand cupping your face, other arm pulling you into him.

“hey, hey, i got you.” rafe says, kissing your head. “i got you. it’s okay.”

he lets you cry until theres nothing left in you. the year of pent up emotions, holding everything in because you had no choice. there was no time for breakdowns in the constant struggle to survive, but rafe has helped give you safety, and in that, freedom.

“thank you.” you look up at him, knowing you would still be out there in those woods if it wasn’t for him. you lean in, pressing your lips against rafes. he hesitates for a moment and then returns the kiss, pulling you somehow even closer into him. 

“thank you.” rafe presses his forehead against yours. “i was lost before we found each other.” he pecks a kiss to your lips. “you saved me in ways you don’t even know. i wasn’t coming back to outer banks to retake tanneyhill, i was coming back to give up.” rafe admits.

you can’t help the gasp that you let out. rafe giving up? he must have been in a truly terrible place. you imagine seeing his entire family killed did that to him. you know exactly what it’s like.

“i love you.” you tell rafe, needing him to hear the words you’ve been holding back for almost a month now. 

“i love you.” rafe kisses you deeply again. “i love you.”

[grumpybunny-edith]

Gwen's Bunny HRT - Month 1 (Part 1)

I look at my reflection for what feels like the hundredth time today, waffling on how to do it. All the other girls have already gone through all this, and compared to their one-month photos, I feel... Behind. Delilah had already started growing fur in some places, and Edith already had a little bit of tail growing in. Sure, it looked a little weird without any fur on it, but... I’ve got nothing there but soreness. Is it even worth celebrating? Like, “oh yay, my ears look longer if you squint and my teeth look a little sillier”.  

I take a deep breath and dig my toes into my carpet, feeling pain flare up in them. It just started a couple days ago — maybe it would be better to wait until something came of it? Until walking on my toes didn’t hurt so bad, or even felt better than walking on my heels? 

I feel a tiny impulse at the small of my back, my spine apparently doing its best to wiggle at its base. Am I... unconsciously wagging my tail? The soreness that comes with it matches what the other girls had talked about. I smile, showing my reflection my weird teeth and the pain subsides a little. 

“Bunnies wag their tails when they’re upset,” Edith had told me once. It’s warming to feel how right she is, to feel like I actually belong, even for a second. It’s not that the other girls haven’t done a good job of making me think so; it’s just hard to see all of them so far along and then to look at myself. 

I set my phone down and stare at myself for a while. I imagine the fur suddenly sprouting up all across my body, shiny and soft. I imagine my ears getting so tall they graze the doorway. I imagine my tail, tiny and fluffy, poking out just about the hem of my sweatpants. It makes me smile and laugh at myself, and I feel a bit of pride in my teeth. They’ll look better coupled with everything else, I think. 

I hear my phone buzz, trying to avoid convincing myself it’s because my hearing has spontaneously improved. I laugh it off and check what it was. 

raeraebun: Hey girl!! Today’s one month, right?? Where’s the update??

I smile and blush instinctively. Rae and I don’t chat that much, but every time we do it lifts my whole mood. She’s also dropped by my place a couple times because she “made too many brownies and just had to make a delivery”. 

wen-kutesuli: Hey! Idk if I’m gonna do it today honestly lol 

raeraebun: Aww, why not? i mean like do whatever you want obvi but. you okay?

I sigh. I know I can probably tell her, it’ll almost definitely be fine, and she probably has something great to say. But it doesn’t make it any easier to say it. I’m almost embarrassed to still feel the way that I do even after her and Edith’s constant preaching of “loving yourself wherever you are”. 

wen-kutesuli: Yeah I’m okay lol. Just kinda 

wen-kutesuli: Wish I had more to show, I guess? 

Rae’s response comes quite literally instantly. 

raeraebun: GWENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

raeraebun: okay 

raeraebun: lemme show you something 

When Rae comes back after a couple minutes of digging, she sends me a picture of some random girl with hair like her own, followed by five closeups of a pretty standard human ear. 

raeraebun: so like

raeraebun: this was from january last year 

raeraebun: Id been on hrt for like. a month and a half to the day

raeraebun: I had taken a picture of myself every day since starting my regimen

raeraebun: and didnt see anything until that picture when FINALLY 

raeraebun: my ears had grown the tiniest little bit. 

raeraebun: I didnt stop screaming about it all day lol ashley got so sick of it 

raeraebun: and yk what happened next?

raeraebun: they stayed just like that for three more weeks LMAO

Rae has this way of making people smile and cry their eyes out at the same time. 

raeraebun: so... be nice to yourself? its not gonna happen all at once, and thats ok. every little bit is worth, like

raeraebun: I dunno 

raeraebun: a thousand parties

wen-kutesuli: That’s a lot of parties 

raeraebun: and you earn every single one of them :) 

I sit in stunned silence so pleased I don’t know what to do with myself. My body wants some kind of release, and I let it have one, laying face down and kicking my feet so quickly and so hard into the floor it probably upset the people below me. 

raeraebun: you dont have to, but we all wanna celebrate with you :D 

wen-kutesuli: Thank you 🩵 Maybe I’ll do it 

raeraebun: YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

raeraebun: GO GWENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!

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Thank you to @flightlessbirdgirl for helping me decide on Gwen's username and for letting me bounce ideas off it!

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[lu-dao-writes]

— 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 (𝙈𝙝𝙞𝙣/𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙨)

｡ ﾟ ꒰ঌ 🦢໒꒱ ༘*.ﾟ𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 Mhin finally lets their guard down thanks to a little push.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) hurt and comfort, stitches, arguing, mentioning of drinking to cope as well as having sex, crying, thigh riding/dry humping, hair pulling, afab!mhin, subby mhin that also gives switch vibes, maybe some oocness, maybe some bad grammar.

𝘼/𝙉 I love Kuras and Mhin as a ship, they just seem so cute, same with Mhin and Ais🥰. But sorry this took so long! Work is hard and tiring lol. | part 2.

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 job well done with the cost of a few scratches and a bruised noggin. But they get their pay from Leander, blow off his flirting attempts, and head off to Kuras’s clinic. Thankfully there’s no line and they walk right on inside.

Kuras is perched on his chair, his reading specs on as he reads his book.

Gold meets white and red and Kuras sets his book aside along with his glasses.

Mhin seats themself down with a soft groan and sheds of their torn cloak and shirt.

“Anything else I should be aware of?” Kuras asks calmly, setting out his needed instruments and solutions.

Mhin scoffs lightly. “Must I tell you when you already know? You do have a sick sixth sense of knowing stuff.”

Kuras doesn’t laugh nor smile at Mhin’s attempt of deflection. He sighs heavily and begins to disinfect the cuts. “I just thought you would tell me, is all…”

Mhin resists the urge to squirm at his disappointed tone, their belly twisting and knotting up.

They huff. “Got slammed into a wall and hit my head.”

“Thank you.” But he still sounds a bit disheartened, making Mhin itch and flounder for something to mend it.

“I’m glad you’re alive,” Kuras adds, his tone back to being light, he’s even smiling a little now.

Mhin swallows, their pale face beginning to warm with the rush of blood. They say nothing, keeping their gaze trained elsewhere despite it being useless. They’re certain Kuras knows, because it’s seemingly virtually impossible to hide things from him.

Mhin continues to indulge Kuras by answering his questions regarding their hunt, what they do in the little free time they have, and about their curse… Mhin keeps their answers short and simple though.

They appreciate his care, but sometimes it’s too much. This overwhelming need clawing their heart. A want to be cared for.

Most days they’re capable of holding it back and mucking through it, but other days when they’re so tired and downtrodden it’s much harder.

Sometimes getting fucked wild and rough helps, aggressively hunting till they have no energy works too, and sometimes they just drink in the current place they’re lodging at and eventually cry themself to sleep.

They just wish Kuras would hurry up so that they can fuck off out of here already before they say something they’ll regret.

Suddenly they feel him squeeze their knee, staring at them with concern.

“You’re tense. Is something the matter?”

“It’s just the pain, I’m fine,” they grit out, avoiding his gaze.

Kuras frowns before focusing back on patching Mhin up, placing salve on the wounds and wrapping them up with bandages.

When Kuras begins to stitch up the claw marks on their shoulder he finally voices his thoughts. “Mhin, I know there’s something bothering you besides the pain, and I wish you’d trusted me enough to talk to me… You know I won’t say anything to another soul about whatever it is you tell me.”

Mhin clenches their jaw. It aches with guilt and frustration, feeling as though they’re being cornered.

“Kuras, what if I just don’t want to talk about it?” they gripe, giving him a weak glare.

“I understand,” he replies, his eyes casting off to the side, a shadow of uncertainty overcoming his face. “But I know you enough… You don’t like to talk at all, and bottling it up won’t solve anything.”

Mhin grips their knees and grinds their teeth together to hold back the poison in their mouth.

“And Mhin, you’re rather… Destructive when it comes to yourself,” Kuras continues.

Mhin scoffs and begins to slide off the the chair, but Kuras holds them back. “I’m not finished,” he informs gently but with a firm undertone, side eyeing them.

“Then just..!” they start loudly before sighing, their tone lowering. “Just stop pushing me… Please. Just stitch me up and I’ll be on my way.”

“Mhin, I’m not letting this go,” Kuras says firmly, stitching Mhin with elegant ease. “I care—.”

“You shouldn’t,” they blurt. “Don’t go giving me special attention. Just treat me as any other patient that comes in here and send me packing.”

They couldn’t have Kuras talking anymore. Mhin can see it. See how gentle and warm Kuras looks at them now. How far too fond it is for a hopeless case like them.

They need to cut it from the source, but it’s so hard too when this man has saved and done a lot for them, and is one of the few people worth a damn in Eridia.

“You’re more than just a patient to me,” Kuras implores, ignoring when Mhin bites out his name. “I care very much about you.”

“Kuras,” Mhin spits desperately.

“And you trying to deter me because you believe you deserve to suffer in silence does not mean I think you do, nor will I continue to let you.”

“Gods damn it!” they sob out, covering their face. “Why do you insist on caring!?”

“Why do you insist on believing you don’t deserve it?” Kuras throws back calmly, rubbing medicine on the stitches and wrapping up their shoulder up before taking Mhin’s trembling hand, rubbing circles into their pale skin.

“I will not be intimidated by any of your methods, Mhin. Please just trust me and let yourself be cared for. Trust me.”

Mhin lets themself cry, not pulling their hand away from his hold, even giving it a tentative squeeze, and Kuras in return bring their hand up, his lips kissing yellowed bruised knuckles.

“Will you let me in?”

“F-Fine,” they mutter, pale eyes staring at Kuras’s kneeling form before looking off shyly with flushed cheeks.

Kuras’s lips curl into a slight mischievous smile at their shyness. “Excellent… Now talk to me.”

Mhin watches as Kuras leaves to wash his hands, giving them time to sort out what they want to even say to him. They get lost in thought that they shudder when they feel Kuras rubbing at their head delicately, checking for a bump or any blood.

“My head is okay. You know I’m a lot sturdier than I look…”

Kuras only hums but look relieved there’s no serious damage. But now he’s back to looking at them expectantly.

“You’re… You’re serious??” they balk, blushing harder.

The doctor chuckles warmly and continues gazing at them.

Mhin’s eyes voice around once more as they think, but they end up back on Kuras’s pristine and elegant form. He’s so… Big, and warm.

“I want… I want you to hold me. W-While I’m in your lap.”

Mhin hates anyone poking fun at their height, hates their delicate looking frame since it made them an easy target when all they want to do is avoid others. Sure, it does come in handy at times, but overall it’s irksome.

But… Sometimes it’s tiring to act big and tough all the time. They want to feel small just this once, especially since Kuras was so adamant about them being more open. Mhin wasn’t ready to spill their guts out, but they will ask for physical affection.

“Very well,” replies the doctor, ever so pleased.

They swap places and Kuras mostly lets Mhin settle into him at their own pace. They straddle his leg and hesitantly leans into him, arms bound close and stiffly into their chest.

Kuras, ever so patient, gently rubs Mhin’s back, letting his gaze move to and fro around his clinic before returning back to gazing at Mhin, finding their shy and stiff expression amusing and adorable.

Sometimes the two meet eyes, Mhin being the first to typically look away and hold their tongue.

Eventually though, Mhin’s muscles being to unwind, adjusting their arms so that they allow themself to hold onto one of Kuras’s arms and the other more so on his shoulder.

A soft breath leaves their lips as Kuras gently toys with their hair and the chance a look at him again, not surprised to see him shamelessly gazing back at them still, that all to pleased smile on his beautiful face.

This time they try to hold his gaze, their throat bobbing and cheeks remaining flushed as they admire him back.

It proves to be a slight mistake as they continue admiring him. Kuras is so elegantly beautiful, it’s almost unfair.

And his hands…

They’re perfect and skillful.

Mhin does wonder about the identical scars on his palms, but they haven’t dared to ask that, because like everyone, Kuras has his secrets just like they have theirs. Maybe one day they’ll inquire about them.

Mhin suddenly feels one of Kuras’s hand at their lower back, a finger dipped a little lower. It sparks a scandalous thought that has them hiding again, their face being smooshed into his chest.

Kuras’s chuckle fills the quiet air and Mhin stabs him internally.

“Mhin, what has you hiding from me again~?”

“It’s nothing,” they mutter, resisting the urge to tug his hair.

“Now, now, we were making good progress on being open,” he chides, startling them by pulling them closer.

A pleasurable little gasp leaves their lips, gripping Kuras tight.

Both stare wide eyed at each other, frozen and both flushed in the cheeks.

Kuras’s little movement had caused the perfect amount of friction on their clit.

Mhin trembles and then finally makes up their mind since that just happened.

Kuras opens his mouth, more than likely to apologize. “I did not—.”

“Do it again. P-Please,” they whisper lowly.

“If you’re comfortable-.”

“I am.”

Kuras swallows, golden eyes slowly turning into pools of onyx and tightening his hold on Mhin. He starts out slow, guiding Mhin’s hips and allows Mhin to tuck their face into his neck, Mhin only allowing little gasps and bitten back moans.

Although it doesn’t take long to sink into the haze of lust, not feeling so embarrassed at how soiled their underwear is from arousal.

“Mhin, let me hear you,” Kuras breathes, his typically composed voice now heavy with want.

Mhin ignores him in favor of marking up his neck and under his jaw, enjoying the hiss and shaky breaths from Kuras.

They begin to move their own hips on their own, chasing their impending orgasm. “Nngh…!” they moan out as they feel Kuras tug their short, silvery hair, their head snapped in his direction now.

“I said, let me hear you.”

Mhin bites back a curse but does as they’re told, their long lashes kissing the tops of their cheeks as their every moan and whine is drawn out from their lips.

“That’s it,” Kuras purrs, pressing a sweet little kiss to their cheek and underneath their ear.

They whimper, wanting to feel his lips on theirs.

“Kiss,” they pant, looking at him imploringly. “I want you to kiss me,” they demand.

“Anything,” he murmurs, kissing Mhin like a man starved.

Just as they thought, Kuras’s lips are so soft, so warm, and so bitable.

Kuras groans, feeling Mhin’s teeth sink into the flesh of his lip before their tongues collide together in a drunken dance.

Mhin’s hands then strike, grabbing ahold of Kuras’s ombré strands and yanks them, causing the man in white and molten gold to moan and buck his hips at nothing, a very prominent bulge in his pants.

They both pull away for air, a string of saliva connected from their lips as they stare deeply into each others eyes, maybe even into the other’s soul.

“I-I’m… I’m gonna c-cum.”

Kuras only gazes at them adoringly. “Cum, and don’t hold back.”

Mhin shatters, clinging to Kuras and letting ecstasy burn them from the inside out while Kuras kisses at their throat, shuddering at Mhin’s still tight grip on his hair.

Kuras continues kissing Mhin’s skin, letting them come down from their high, and when they do they kiss his jaw.

“T-Thanks… That felt good.”

“I’m glad to hear.”

Mhin glances towards Kuras’s bulge and they slowly slide off him, not missing how he tries to stop them.

“Let me return the favor..”

“That’s not necessary—.”

“Kuras, just let me suck your dick,” Mhin replies bluntly, staring at him with a blank stare with blushing cheeks, before working his belt off.

“If you insist,” he whispers before a soft moan follows afterwards.

[cipherdragon]

yeah so i got some isat theories

take note i’m only on arc three + i don’t plan to spoil anything for myself SO DONT TELL ME IF IM RIGHT OR WRONG PLEASE <3

i did accidentally check the isat tag on both here and ao3 so i got possible spoilers which influence the headcanons but whatever

if none of this is right feel free to make this an au bahahha

anyway this went from theories to just me rambling lmao

i’m sorry

loop and the king are probably a part of siffrin

“refer to me with the royal we” loop uses they them and jokingly(?) says to use “we”

king literally has sifs hair bruhhhh

“do you remember?” all three are not from vaugarde

the island north of vaugarde people don’t remember its existence. sif cannot recall where he’s from. HMMM…

reoccurring books sif cannot read. refer to island north of vaungard theory

sif uses he they and this may be a stretch but king uses he/him and loop uses they/them so sif took the pronouns in the divorce (not a literal divorce)

so i’m guessing siffrin, once you basically wear the poor guy down from looping 100+ times because you’re trying to make everyone happy, just GIVES UP and goes “yeah let’s freeze my friends in time THATS GONNA MAKE THEM HAPPY FOREEEEVER :D” but he’s too far gone to realize “wait wait wait no no that’s WRONG” (get this man some therapy istg)

also i think sif is aroace or at LEAST just ace. “yeahh i don’t like the idea of doing things with people in that way” in regards of mira saying she doesn’t want to fuck people during her quest-to-learn-what-is-upsetting-the-poor-girl

mirabell is cisgender aromantic asexual. one of the younger ones. doesn’t really give off any exact age but def 20smthn. they all are except for dile and bonbon.

isabeau is gay transgender (he says he “changed” and he doesn’t use his old name. mood lol) (i swear changing is just hrt but better) - prolly mid 20s

odile just doesn’t care what she identifies as (at least this is what it feels like) but i’m pretty sure she’s cis. she’s deffo in her fourties. or late thirties. gonna get wacked in the face with her book for sure.

bonnie is nonbinary (i don’t got much for the kid) prob 11 or 12

siffrin. oh siffrin. he’s a guy, but he could be nonbinary. he’s def ace to me, but in the “haha i make funny sex jokes while ace” way. maybe he feels romantic feelings. maybe he doesn’t. he doesn’t have time to figure that out. it would be funny if sif was 18 but nah sif’s likely 21-23 (idk the legal age for the world of isat. i GUESS it’s 20? or 21) (sif is an adult, that much is obvious.)

loop? loop doesn’t care. they’re whatever you think they are. they’ll laugh if they think your guess is funny, but honestly they just don’t care. “loop is gay” “loop’s a lesbian” “loops a genderqueer asshole who siffrin REALLY wants to punch in the face” loop’s everything and nothing woooo magic star glitter everywhere (sorry) (loop has no age cuz they’re a star)

sif’s not attracted to isa. isa is attracted to sif. poor siffrin hates how he can’t reciprocate isa’s feelings. he’s worried he’ll upset isa by telling him he doesn’t see isabeau that way. he keeps looping over and over to try to get isa to say he loves sif, sif tries to get the courage to say it back, despite it not being true.

and odile slowly figures out sif’s secret about the loops each loop, but they loop back before she can bring it up to sif.

aight i think that’s everything. i got over 30 hours in this game on my switch and i think some of that is a weird glitch because surely i haven’t been playing that much??? i think it managed to keep adding numbers even when my switch was off. hmmmm.

[writing-with-rania]

I have a really cute request, Bakugou from Bnha with a little sibling reader. They weren't able to get a babysitter and Bakugou bring his little sibling to school, the reader is the complete opposite of him though.

pairing: bakugo x gn!sibling!reader

fandom: boku no hero academia

word count: 1,196

tw: none! completely platonic and wholesome fluff. some swearing from bakugo a few times but that comes with the territory lol

notes: thanks for being one of my first requests anon! it was really fun to get back into writing fanfic, and bnha is one of my favourite animes so writing this was a lot of fun - i just hope i did it well and you enjoy reading! i used primarily they/them pronouns for the sibling just in case ;)

‘Can’t we just hire that old fucking neighbour?!’

Mitsuki doesn’t even bother smacking her son this time, too busy fixing up the bento box she has already begun making in the kitchen. Rice and egg and soft pretzels which [Y/N] always insisted on. The same thing everyday, which Katsuki found increasingly frustrating. Their name is painted on the lid, which sits on the sink.

It’s one of the only memories that Mitsuki repeatedly brags about to her mom friends. How her son eagerly decorated a bento box for his anticipated sibling, and how he ended up despising them when born. That’s what it looked like anyway

‘She’s too old for [Y/N], you know this.’ Mitsuki snaps, snapping on the box lid. ‘They’ll get bored if they have to sit in her living room all day.’

‘The place smells like shit too.’

‘Katsuki!’ This time she does hit him.

‘It’s just one day. All you have to do is keep them busy for a while, and they’ll find a way to occupy themselves for the rest of your classes.’

Mitsuki packs the bento box and several colouring books and pencil sets into a tiny school bag that’s been sitting open on the dining room table. Just as [Y/N] comes skipping into the room in an All-Might tracksuit that they demanded they ‘had to have’ when they saw it at a convention a while ago.

‘Aren’t you so pretty, hun?’ Mitsuki coos at - arguably - her favourite child. ‘Guess what?’

[Y/N] mumbles something around a mouthful of a soft pretzel. Where’d they even get it from?

‘You’re going to school with Katsuki today!’

Oh shit their face got a fuck ton more bright when he looked down again. Even the mention of U.A on any given day made them bounce around while babbling about how they’d love to be a hero when they got their quirk. 

‘Really?’ [Y/N] attaches themself to his leg, bouncing up and down to make sure they’ve heard Mitsuki just right.

She glares at him when [Y/N] looks away.

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever.’

* *

No one’s expecting anything entirely different when Aizawa starts class that morning. The only thing that seems slightly out of the ordinary is Bakugo being late. Kirishima is counting through the minutes and soon enough a whole half hour passes without him being there to yell at anyone. Even Midoriya is having a particularly stress-free morning!

However, no one was expecting for him to parade into the class an hour later with a six year old sitting on his shoulders, because (as he said) “they didn’t want to use their damn legs”. 

‘Bakubro,’ Kaminari is already laughing his ass off in the back corner. ‘Ya got a hitchhiker there.’

Bakugo is almost fuming by the time he drops off the child at his desk, standing by Aizawa to demand - or ask - that he ignore the situation. Number one, [Y/N] got a day off school because of a downtown villain attack, and Mitsuki couldn’t find a babysitter after their current one caught the flu. With no other options and both of his parents going to work early that morning, he had no choice but to drag them along as long as, and quote:

‘You don’t make a damn noise, and no questions, and no playing around, you sit down and shut up.’

Did [Y/N] listen? Nope. Not really. 

Halfway through the first lesson of the morning, and little [Y/N] is sitting in the lap of half of his classmates, messing with Hagakure’s invisible hair in utter curiosity, and playing heroes with Midoriya and Kirishima. At which point they all stand on their desks and put their fists in the air yelling ‘Detroit Smash’!

Katsuki just stands and watches as [Y/N] jumps from person to person, playing with quirks and planning out their future hero name. Kaminari is the most excited to stand on his desk and create a fake hero mask out of tape and paper, and theorise all the new quirks that could be made for [Y/N].

‘[Y/N] sit down for God’s sake!’ he growls at them, and they do so as they nestle themselves into a corner of his desk. Katsuki squeezes on with her. ‘No more talking to these... damn extras during class, ok?’

Mitsuki would skin him alive if he even thought about swearing properly in the same room as her “precious angel”.

‘But why?’

‘’Cause it’s annoying.’

[Y/N]’s eyes widen a bit, but then they beam at him and nod again, picking up a pencil as if they actually are a student and begin doodling a picture while others begin homework. Aizawa doesn’t collapse into his sleeping bag this time, instead keeping an eye to ensure he isn’t sued later for the death of an unrelated child. Midoriya and Iida are the first ones to finish of course, followed by Katsuki, who has to steal his pages when [Y/N] isn’t looking, handing it across the teacher’s desk with glitter flowers and stars in the margins. 

The bell goes to signal the beginning of their hero training, and [Y/N] clutches Katsuki’s hand as they shyly approach the scary-looking racoon man to hand him a (“professionally signed”) artwork by [Y/N] Bakugo. A misshapen house with a cat and a very dead looking racoon. 

(Aizawa does frame it later, like a dad of course.)

(Katsuki does call his teacher roadkill exactly three times after that.)

For hero training All-Might stands with his hands on his hips with [Y/N] at his side to help conduct the lesson. Together they order drills and [Y/N] gets to practise their hero voice and pose. The class ends with the whole group playing games and kicking a soccer ball around so they can pretend that [Y/N] has to save it from various situations. Which they do so successfully - “a top-rate hero” in All-Might’s words.

* *

For Katsuki, he’s glad to get home and die in bed when 8:30 rolls around. It’s been non-stop questions and poking and prodding even though he told [Y/N] not to, but they wouldn’t listen! And when they got home Mitsuki hounded him to make sure they hadn’t done anything stupid while at school. 

But 9 rolls around and [Y/N]’s socks cast shadows over the door frame, and the door handle jiggles. Katsuki waits and doesn’t move to help them with it. They come padding in with a stuffed Midnight plush, and crawls onto his pillow. 

‘Kat, can I come to school with you everyday?’

And god-fucking-dammit, they look so damn excited to go to school with their big brother that all he can do is turn off his lamp and pull the covers up and pat their hair. He can feel his chest swell with pride, because his sibling wants to come and watch him become a hero.

He can’t help but wonder what kind of hero [Y/N] will be. What would their quirk be? 

Oh, Mitsuki would kick his ass if he even thought about surpassing his own sibling.

He smirks at the thought. His sibling would be the best hero at U.A, not like those fucking extras. 

‘Yeah, whatever.’

i really enjoyed writing this!

let me know if you want to request anything, and i'll try my best to get to them as quickly as possible.

[staytinyville]

Yunho

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↣ Summary: You are invited to Idol Radio with Yunho and Hongjoong to talk about your new album! Yunho tells you that they’ll support you in everything you do. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Jeong Yunho x gn!reader ; a touch of ot8

↣ Genre: Fluff

↣ AU/Trope info: idol!au

↣ Word Count: 985

↣ Warnings: None

↣ A/N: Honestly I was close to making you part of a group but thought against it. LOL I have like a fictional girl group that’s signed with KQ. I love them so much. Yunho is such a lovely boy and he deserves the world. WHICH IS WHY HE GOT THIS CARD.

THE WORLD

Completion, Integration, Accomplishment, Travel

The world is a card that tells you the journey you have been traveling has come to an end and you now feel accomplished with what you have done. In whatever journey it is you have been going through—college, marriage, pregnancy, partnership—the adventure you have taken has ended and now you are relishing in the results.

This card is meant to tell you now is the time reflect on the journey and know that what you have gotten in the end was due to the hard work you put into it all. And if you are not at the end quite yet this is your sign to say is coming close! 

The world is always spinning to bring about night and day. Because of this the day is completed. Just like that, so is your journey of hard work ( or it’s going to be). This card can also mean travel!

XXI THE WORLD

You waved with both hands to the camera with a smile on your face. You felt at ease knowing that your label mates were sitting next to you to do the interview. You were invited for season three of Idol Radio with Yunho and Hongjoong as the hosts and were so excited to get the chance to talk freely with them and laugh while the fans listened in. 

“You have come out with your 3rd full length album, which is something you are very passionate about.” Hongjoong grinned at you, pulling your attention back to them. 

“Yes, yes!” You beamed. “It has been a project I started on since the very beginning—I wanted to make sure each song was what I was made of rather than creating music with other people where it's a mixture.” You explained. 

“Don't get me wrong, I love working with you, Maddox, and Eden–but this gave me more satisfaction because it's what I enjoy writing about.” You laughed as Hongjoong grinned. 

You were the second person to become a trainee under KQ. While you had debuted as a solo artist, you worked closely with Hongjoong in creating music that you found a passion for. Each song most of you write usually had each other’s names in the production credits. But with your newest work, you spent a good majority working on it alone.

“There are a lot of emotional songs about different things in your album, for sure.” Yunho told you. “You talk about friendships that last a lifetime, your days that aren't the brightest, the idea of breaking out from normal standards, and of course a lot about love.”

“For you, what made you write those things to experience emotions like that?” A blush overtook your face as Yunho kept his eyes on you. 

You could see the proud look behind his eyes and the kind smile he gave you melted your heart. He knew the story behind every one of the songs on the album–especially the loved ones. They were about him, after all. But he wasn’t exactly able to boast about it. 

“I was a trainee alongside you guys, and it was a bit tough because I didn't feel like I was up to standard when you debuted and I was still trying my hardest.” You answered. “But in the end it really paid off because now as a soloist I'm not tied to creating an image for other people as well. It's a lonely road, I won't doubt it, but I had you all, so it wasn't so bad.”

“We love you too, (Y/N).” Hongjoong laughed, a large smile on his face as he thought about his time spent with someone like you. 

“There is a lot I wish I could say about ATEEZ, but all I'll stick to is that they are the most talented group of performers I know and they make me want to become better for not only my fans but for myself.” You spoke into the microphone, looking out the window and to the fans that were watching. “I am where I am today because of them.”

“(Y/N).” A pout was on the tall boy’s lips as he took in your words. 

“Yunho!” You cried out, giggling as he looked close to tears. “Awe, nooo.” You quickly stood up on instinct, pushing your chair back.

“(Y/N)!” Yunho faked cried, standing up as well to meet you halfway. 

“Yunho!” You laughed, pulling him into a hug.

“(Y/NNNN)!” He fake cried even louder, wrapping his arms around your body as he picked you up, so he didn’t have to bend down. 

“Yunhooooo!” You mocked him, sticking your head into his shoulder as the giggles fell from your lips. 

He swayed you for a moment before finally setting you down as laughs seemed to be heard around the studio. You looked up at Yunho, his large body covering you from the prying eyes of the fans. And that was good for the both of you because the look he gave you made you want to actually cry. 

His eyes were so soft as he kept the words in. He wanted to tell you so much in that moment but knew it had to wait. All of you were trained to not do those kinds of things in public. But you knew with the look he gave you just exactly what it was he meant. 

The rest of the show was spent joking and telling stories about your days as trainees. You also talked a bit about ATEEZ comeback and did some of their challenges, while they did yours. You were sure at one point or another the fans would find out that Yunho and you liked each other somehow with how much you both looked at each other. But that was for another day. 

Once you were all out of the studio and from the prying eyes of the fans, on the other side of the window, Yunho was quick to stop you in your tracks from behind as he wrapped his arms around you.  

“Don't make me cry like that in front of the cameras!” He joked, giving your cheek a wet, sloppy kiss. 

“I'm sorry, Yuyu!” You laughed, rubbing your cheek against his to wipe the spit off. “Kith?” You said silly, pouting your lips as you waited for him. 

He grinned widely, leaning down to give you what you wanted. Instead of pulling away, he placed his forehead against yours, smiling. “You worked hard for this. I'm proud of you.” He told you.

There was so much that led you to this moment. Each one of the boys made you feel content in what you were doing. Just like you helped them to reach this point, they helped you reach yours. You loved what you did. And you were very satisfied with the trip there.

“Thank you.”

Tags : @cultofdionysusnet , @wonderlandnet , @pirateeznet , @k-vanity ,

[harmlessghosty]

Kuras x G/N neighbor au with a dash of “did they or didn’t they???” If you want to

Oooh, okay! The way I would write this is definitely more of a modern AU, I think?? I like the idea of the other neighbors (lol @ Ais and Vere) whispering amongst themselves on the porch like old grandmas about, “Kuras goes over there a lot. You think they’re…?”

MC here has bandages that this AU claims are from an unspecified injury.

—

The way Kuras looked at them was something special, and he knew they noticed his kind heart right away. One day, when he noticed their absence from their daily check of the mail, he gave them a single evening alone before knocking on the door early the next morning.

When they answered and he saw the bandages on their hands, a wave of concern rushed his chest, but he remained calm. Overreacting to appearances was something he wasn’t prone to doing, especially as a doctor himself.

“Good morning,” he said, offering a polite smile.

They nodded, covering themselves with the edges of a thick robe they’d clearly taken from beside the door to hide their pajamas. “Good morning, Kuras. Is something wrong?”

“I wondered the same about you,” he said, eyes never straying from theirs. He didn’t want to make them uncomfortable with a medical judgment…not quite yet. “I thought I would ask whether you needed help.”

“What made you think I needed help?”

His smile grew slightly. How adorable that they weren’t aware how closely he paid attention to his surroundings, especially to them. “It was simply a feeling I had,” he replied. “Shall I come inside?”

They bristled, their posture straightening with a clear sense of nerves. “I-I…It’s messy…”

Finally, he allowed his gaze to wander to the bandages lining up their forearms. “Could that have something to do with those?”

Frowning, they tugged the sleeves of their robe further over their hands. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

“Have you eaten?”

“Not yet. I just woke up.”

“Then allow me.”

Sighing, they stepped aside to let him into the house, and there he rooted through the kitchen for whatever seemed to go together for a semblance of a breakfast. Fortunately, they had a number of fruits and breads, making for what Kuras believed to be a balanced meal, not that he would know as much by anything except studying what others eat.

“There,” he said, bringing the plate to them and gently dropping to their side, his hands folding delicately onto his lap. “Would there be anything else, or would you prefer I left?”

“You didn’t have to do this for me,” they said, their voice low. “I can make my own food. It’s not like it’s hard.”

He motioned with a light wave toward their bandaged hands. “I’m not sure I would like to see you use a knife to cut an apple in such a condition.”

“You didn’t do much better than I could,” they laughed, holding up two extremely uneven pieces of apple, one with a sizable chunk of the core still attached.

Confused, Kuras looked at the slice and cocked his head to the side just slightly. What was the issue? Surely a little crunch of an apple core wouldn’t harm anyone…

“Besides,” they continued, eating a less-black piece of their toast, “the neighbors will think things about us. You know how they are, always gossiping on the front porch.”

He took in a deep breath and thought for a moment. They were right, of course, but did it truly matter what others thought when he was simply trying to be their helper angel for a few days? How were they meant to survive with hands so tightly bandaged that they could hardly do anything? It was only proper for him to help.

“I wouldn’t concern yourself with the particulars of this arrangement,” he finally responded. “Rather, I would enjoy making sure you’re treating yourself properly for these wounds, whatever they might be.”

They averted their eyes to the floor. “I guess,” they said, “but I know they’ll be thinking…things.”

“Things, do you think?” Kuras asked with a soft smile, knowing exactly what might be implied by a man spending hours each day inside another’s home. “I have no intentions of taking advantage of you in such a state, if that is your concern.”

“N-no, I don’t mind at all,” they replied, jumping to attention as though worried he might get the wrong idea. In fact, they seemed a bit more eager for him to stay in the house than he had expected them to be. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable if the neighbors start implying things about us.”

“Then let them,” he said calmly. “I assure you I have no concerns what they might think, even if there were something more happening. Wouldn’t you agree?”

They nodded, quiet as they thought. “I guess it’s okay, as long as neither of us care. They might not even notice you’re coming and going. In fact, I doubt they will. It should be fine, and I’d really appreciate your help.”

He smiled and motioned to the still-filled plate of food. “Eat then.”

—

“Did you see that, Ais? The dirty old doctor must be taking their temperature right about now,” Vere said, ducking behind his house’s curtains to hide himself from view. “You know what they say is the most accurate spot for checking it.”

Ais shrugged but remained peeking through the sheer fabric over the window. “They think they’re slick,” he said, shaking his head.

“Oh, they probably do. I know all about sneaking around in this neighborhood, and that…doctor…would never bring food to another person unless it was laced with something,” Vere mumbled, crossing his arms. “What do you think? Dark chocolate? Oysters? Ghost peppers? Which aphrodisiac would someone like him buy?”

“Don’t know,” Ais replied calmly. Then, he smirked. “Bet they’ll work though. Doc’s got the good stuff.”

Scoffing, Vere rolled his eyes. “He does,” he said, “but he never shares it.”

—

Prompt is from this post:

[rorywritesjunk]

Down in the dark where the waves won't go, I'm bound to find my way.

Sunny and Buggy disagree over the next steps of their life together leading to them spending time apart.

Rating: PG-13 to be safe for swearing and arguing. Warning: Each chapter will have a specific warning. This chapter focuses on both adults and kids. Kid Sunny is a ray of sunshine while Kid Buggy is an emotional mess at times. He definitely has some issues. Word Count: 2,071 A/N: The direct sequel to "No locked upon land...", the fic that started it all. I do not use "You" in this as now that Sunny is an established OC I decided not to go that route. This will be several chapters. Originally (lol) it was just two parts but... but I had to expand but I don't expect it to go much longer than the original fic. It's a few chapters longer than the original fic.

Title comes from "Sailing Song" by S.J. Tucker

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Epilogue Taglist: @hey-august @lostfirefly @ane5e

Chapter 7

“Captain, we-”

Cabaji froze at the scene in front of him. He thought the two hated each other, really, but seeing his captain sitting on the floor in his room, arms and legs crossed as the little girl brushed his hair and put little flower clips in it, was almost too much for Cabaji to see. He knew the second he started laughing he would be dead so he cleared his throat, catching Sunny and Buggy’s attention. 

“Uh, we finished with the supply run.” He told Buggy. “We got everything that was needed.”

“Whatever.” Buggy grumbled, wincing as the little girl accidentally pulled his hair too tight into the clip. “As long as you follow the list my wife wrote, I don’t care. She’s very particular about some of those things, you know.”

“We uh, we did the best we could.”

Buggy glared at him and Cabaji immediately left. He could hear the second in command laughing as soon as he was down the hall. He’d punish him later. Sunny finished up his hair and clapped her hands together with a grin.

“Can I do your makeup next, Mister Buggy?”

He figured he would regret this but he begrudgingly allowed it, nodding in agreement to her request.

~

Honestly, her makeup skills were no different than her drawing skills with chalk. His makeup had already faded from the previous day so she traced it over with fresh colors. He already made her cry a few times when he first met her and he was really trying not to let that happen. He hated that he made his wife cry as an adult already and he didn’t want to do it again to her as a child.

He thought about trying again to get her back to her time. He wasn't suited for caring for a child at all, especially on his own. 

He fixed Sunny’s hair in braids again, ensuring the hair clasps were secured. He grabbed the duck feed he didn't get to give his wife and handed the bag to the little girl. Her eyes sparkled when he told her what it was.

“We get to go see the ducks?!” She exclaimed. He bit back a retort about being excited for something so mundane but again, he didn't want her to cry again. Instead he gritted his teeth and nodded.

“Yep, thought it would be something you'd want to do, kiddo.” He shrugged. “Make up for being mean to you.”

She giggled and gave him a hug. He let her, awkwardly patting her on top of the head. Once she let go, she took hold of his hand, smiling up at him. He forced a smile back, hoping he could finally get rid of her and have his wife back.

~*~

“Are you sure you can walk that far?” Rayleigh asked as Sunny slipped her shoes back on. “Roger can manage by himself.”

“I know, but I'd like to walk around off the ship for a bit.” She replied as she stood up, putting weight on her foot to make sure her shoe was comfortable. She took a few practice steps and grinned. “I'm good!”

“Are the boys coming with you?” He asked as she spun around a few times to make sure her balance was good. 

“Of course. They’ll escort me to the shop to make sure I'm comfortable.” She chuckled. “And you know those two need to get off the ship for a little bit anyways.”

“Please make sure they get tired out.” The first mate sighed. “Keep them away as long as possible, that's all I ask.”

Sunny laughed softly and nodded, smiling as she walked off to find the boys. She knew the captain was waiting for her before he went to the shop to get his order, so she wanted to be sure to get going.

~

Buggy held her hand as they walked, gripping it tightly as he looked around with a scowl. Roger and Shanks walked ahead of them, chatting and laughing. She looked down at Buggy, giving his hand a squeeze.

“You okay?” She asked as he sighed. He looked up at her, the scowl now a frown, and she wondered what was wrong. “Buggy?”

“Are you leaving?” He asked quietly. “This is what happened last time.”

Sunny wondered for a moment how to answer. There was a possibility she could go home but she wasn't sure if that would happen. She still didn't understand how this worked. She finally just shrugged and smiled at him.

“If I leave, I leave. I don't know what's going to happen.” She told him. “Also, have you remembered me since we parted ways last time or… did you only remember me when you saw me again?”

Buggy shrugged. “I’unno. I just saw you and remembered how nice and safe you were… but that was the first time I thought of you in a while.”

“Huh.” She swung their arms back and forth gently as they walked before she looked down at him again. “Well, don't be sad, honey, because you’ll meet me again and you'll be very happy.”

He looked up at her, still frowning, but with tears in his eyes. She hated to see him upset so she kept down and hugged him, letting his head rest on her shoulder as he tried not to cry. 

“It's okay, honey, really.” She assured him as she rubbed his back gently. “I'll miss you so much but I'll be so happy to meet you again later, okay?”

“I just don't want you to go.” He mumbled against her shoulder. “I want you here. I don’t want you to leave me.”

“I know.” She sighed softly, glancing in the direction of the shop. Roger and Shanks were nearly to the door. Sunny wasn't sure how this was even supposed to work, but she couldn't risk Buggy coming along with her. “You should go catch up to the captain. He's going to get his jacket and you should make sure the job was done correctly, okay?”

“But-”

“Bugggyyyyyyyyy, come on!” Shanks yelled for him as he and Roger waited outside the shop for him. Buggy looked up, sniffling as he wiped his sleeves. His friend was waving for him to hurry up but he didn’t want to just yet. 

“Let’s go before he comes over here and drags us both up there.” Sunny chuckled as she straightened back up. Buggy took her hand again, looking at the bracelet on her wrist and touching it gently. He wouldn’t look at her right away. She started walking and he finally followed, looking down at his feet. It took them a few minutes before they finally got up to the shop. Roger looked at Buggy with a worried expression, hating to see his boy so upset, but Sunny just smiled at him. “He’s okay, just needs a few minutes. I think he should go in there and make sure your jacket looks good.”

Buggy wouldn’t let go of her hand at first and refused to look at his captain, his gaze downward. Shanks didn’t seem bothered, instead rolling his eyes before heading into the shop first with his captain following after. Sunny started to let go of his hand but the boy grabbed hold with both hands, looking back up at her with tears in his eyes once more. She sighed softly and knelt down once more, pulling him into a hug.

“It’s okay, Buggy.” She assured him as she kissed him on the forehead. “You’ll be okay.”

“Promise?” He whimpered as he wrapped his arms around her neck and clung to her. Sunny went quiet, thinking of what he would endure in the coming years: the Devil Fruit, the crew disbanding, Roger’s execution, losing Shanks. She couldn’t promise him anything. 

“You’re going to be okay.” She told him again. “It won’t seem like it sometimes but you’ll be okay.” 

He sniffled and looked up at her. She hated this. She didn’t want to have him crying in her arms like this, she wanted to see him smile and be a happy boy again. She hugged him once more before she started to pull back. He didn’t want her to but he didn’t move, standing there as tears streamed down his face. 

“Here, honey, you take this.” She slipped the bracelet off and handed it to him. “Like the pendant, okay, but you hold onto this and give it to me later, okay?”

Buggy snuffled and took it from her, looking it over. The stones shimmered slightly and he held it up to the light like she had talked about. It seemed to calm him down just a bit. He looked at her with a frown.

“Really?”

“Of course! Take it and give it to me if you remember, okay?” She smiled. “Consider it treasure, Buggy.”

He nodded and stuck it in his pocket as he glanced back at the shop door. He could hear his captain laughing about something. Sunny gave him a gentle nudge but he threw himself at her once more, hugging her tightly before he reluctantly let go. Maybe she’d still be there when he came back out. It would be fine. Maybe she’d stay with him this time.

Buggy sighed and went into the shop while Sunny waited outside.

~*~

The pirate captain scowled as he stood back from the shore, watching the little girl toss duck feed onto the ground and into the water for them. Some came right up to Sunny, quacking loudly at her as she tossed them some more, giggling and talking to the ducks as if they were capable of conversation. It was a little too adorable for Buggy. 

She looked back at him with a big smile and waved him over. He sighed and walked over to her, arms crossed as he frowned at her. “What, kid?”

“Wanna feed them?” She asked as she held the bag up for him. “They’re cute!”

One of the ducks pulled at Buggy’s pant leg, clearly wanting food. He didn’t think they were cute. He never trusted the ducks or understood why his wife thought they were so cute. He thought they smelled and were messy, but he knew better than to say anything. He remembered shortly after meeting Sunny and how she told him her birthday plans and how he laughed at them, thinking that feeding the ducks was just so boring. And… he still thought it was but the kid was happy.

He wondered what his wife saw in him. He really was an asshole to her sometimes. Why was she still with him?

His mind started to race, he started to think he wouldn’t see her again, that maybe she had just left him completely after meeting someone new and better than Buggy who would give her everything she ever wanted. Why should she waste her life with someone like him? He was a terrible husband. He couldn’t even make toast without nearly setting the kitchen on fire and she had to do so much for him while he did little in return for her. She was better off.

Sunny shook the bag in front of him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked down at her for a moment and sighed, reaching into the bag and tossing some of the feed out for the ducks, hoping they’d leave him alone.

“Kid.” He sighed. 

“Yes, Mister Buggy?” She looked up at him.

“Look, if you meet some young, stupid pirate captain-”

She looked away from him, her attention elsewhere. She dropped the bag and looked back at him with a big smile on her face. “I hear my mama!”

Buggy wanted to tell her to ignore any stupid pirate that flirted with her when she got older, no matter who it was, even if it was him. He wanted her to make better choices and not marry him because he thought she’d be better off. He didn’t want her thinking he was going to be her biggest mistake.

Before Buggy could say any of that, Sunny gave him a quick hug, told him thank you, and took off running away from the lake. Buggy had to look away when a bright light appeared, almost blinding him, but when it cleared and he looked back, the little girl was gone.

He sighed and picked up the feed bag. He was alone again.