#he is so dumb its endearing

[seventh-district]

not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

[aro-aizawa]

dp headcanon that one of danny's powers that he has (whether yet to be unlocked or just undiscovered) is the ability to open portals to and from the ghost zone bc he died when one opened right on top of him. its arguably his most op power bc no ghost has that kinda power, they rely on other objects to do that for them and even those objects are highly sought after and coveted.

my biggest draw to this outside the allure of convenience is just how fkn funny it'd be bc my boy danny is ALWAYS looking for shortcuts. the gz will be filled w danny's miscellaneous crap he put there so he'd have quick access to it, to the point where he can and will lose things either because he forgot where in the gz he put it or a ghost'll be like 'oooo neat! free things!' and nab it bc its unguarded lol

not to even mention when danny just gets tired of fighting he could just open a portal and launch the ghost through and close it. best case scenario the ghost'll give up the fight, worst case danny gets a 20 minutes break while the ghost has to fly all way to his parents' portal then back to where he is. repeat this until danny wears them out or he catches them off guard by them expecting another portal but surprise!! soup time!!! :D

also it helps w aus where danny isn't perma stationed in amity bc oh nice my son can go live w new family elsewhere,,,

[avengerphobic]

the blue jacket was so peak...... the green jacket is alright but the blue jacket is just wow

[stardustcrusader]

it is truly the multi-layered meaning of "comedy" that my bf's friends all think i'm some kind of manipulative asshole who took their friend away

[loverboydotcom]

stalling on finishing now apocalypse because i dont want to say goodbye to avan jogia playing dumbass gay

[inosukijiro]

𝗚𝗜𝗬𝗨𝗨 𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗔 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛

𝙨𝙮𝙣. ━ giyuu is wholeheartedly in love with you.

━ 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨. no bc i am making this man a pathetic simp for you idc. im writing these with myself in mind so yk, i have to pour out my feelings. and also i need to get all this giyuu writing off my chest, its actually a problem the fixation i have on this man but no fics tickle my brain just right so i have to write them myself

━ 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨. btw thank you so much for all the love and support on my last two posts. literally you all are so incredibly sweet !! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ i just graduated college so i might have a bit more time to write but no promises!

━ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. none. giyuu might be a little ooc. modern reader in kny. i rewrote this a few times so pls be nice 🤧. 1.4k words.

━ 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩. im just going though and adding a synopsis and fixing my titles. og title: falling for you.

Giyuu actually doesn’t know how this occurred. No, actually that was a lie. He knew how this happened, but didn’t at the same time. And honestly speaking, the man does not care at all. You were so nice and sweet to Giyuu it made his head spin. Like it makes him ill in the best way imaginable. He doesn’t understand why you want to be around him so much, why you want to be his friend – not that he minds – but he just can’t get past his own indiscretions about himself. That was until you told him to his face.

You tell him that you thought he was cute – I'm sorry? – and you liked how calm he was – really? His brain can’t compute anything that you say. He doesn’t know if you need any medical assistance or he’s just dreaming. But it makes you laugh. The cute, dumb look on his face as he stands there, gaping at you like a fish.

It wasn’t like it was new information. You did enjoy his company the most. He was very quiet and by no means were you either, but you have this habit of matching the energy of people you were with. So, it was almost relaxing and refreshing spending time with Giyuu. Though Giyuu is silent most of the time, he does in fact talk. At first it's about a mission he was on recently, if and most likely when he gets more comfortable with you, he’s talking a little more in depth about random things that are on his brain. It's endearing really. Or sometimes he’s just talking about things that he thinks you might like to know, random facts, and so on.

But sometimes you do the talking and he likes that too. You could talk for hours and he could listen to every word you have to say. He would soak it up like a sponge as you focus your eyes on the crochet hooks weaving in front of you. Your voice is quiet and nice, soft and warm sounding.

This typically happens when you visit his estate. And you visit his estate a lot. Maybe Giyuu was a little disappointed that you weren’t staying with him, but he knows that he shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds. He’s lucky enough to see you this much, as much as he's lucky to see you at all. He can’t be too mad though. Mitsuri has jumped you the first moment she got when the Master had brought up your living arrangements. You had nowhere to go. And honestly, Giyuu may have been a little relieved that Mitsuri of all people had gotten to you first.

He really wouldn’t have minded if it had been Rengoku or Gyomei. For obvious reasons, Rengoku would be happy to have him stopped by and probably Gyomei too, because it seems like they don’t have a bone to pick with him. Honestly speaking, he wouldn’t have minded Muichiro either, though the boy would have probably forgotten your existence within the day. But any of the others, the thought made his skin crawl for plenty of reasons. Maybe it was because it would have become a hassle, or he would be harassed every time he went to visit you. Yes, it does seem on par with him that might just avoid you so you don’t get verbally assaulted like he does if you were to associate with him. But he was a lonely, pathetic man who was enamored with you at first glance the minute you showed up out of nowhere and he couldn’t help but thank the heavens that the stars had aligned so nicely for him – even if he felt he didn’t deserve it.

His only issue with the arrangement was Obanai. The man had almost butchered him on numerous occasions just for showing up to the Love estate. Even if he wasn’t there for Mitsuri, the Serpent Hashira didn’t seem to care. Maybe it was funny the first few times – it actually wasn’t – but you really couldn’t keep your mouth shut anymore. Obanai was wearing you thin with his commentary. Everytime Giyuu was around, it was like the others just couldn’t help themselves by making a comment insulting the man. Maybe it was because you didn’t want to disrespect a Hashira, especially if four of them were in the room with you, but Giyuu was here to see you, and it was almost like insulting Giyuu was an insult to you for wanting to spend time with him.

Mitsuri was okay with Giyuu coming to visit you, she actually encouraged it. So watching Mitsuri stand behind you while you gave Iguro a piece of your mind was something Giyuu didn’t know he needed to see until then. And maybe he did allow himself to feel a little selfish and smile mentally. He still remembers how Iguro had this look of disdain on his face, simultaneously looking like a scolded child and embarrassed because this was happening in front of Mitsuri.

Giyuu wondered if you caught the look that Obanai and Kaburamaru were giving you – if looks could kill and all that – but that was stupid. You most certainly did and just didn’t care enough. And Giyuu also wonders just what kind of sorcery you have, because he did hear you mention Sanemi by name at some point and now he's not bothering him as much, especially when you are around.

It wasn’t like he could do anything about it, not like he had ever done anything about it in the past. He never really had the heart to correct anyone in their assumptions of him, he never really thought he had to. Though, that mainly was because he thought he deserved such mistreatment. Regardless, it didn’t matter how he felt about it and himself. If you enjoyed his company that much to defend him, he was going to provide as much of it as you wanted. But there was something about it that made his heart swell a little bit bigger and flooded him with enough warmth that you could have mistaken it as him having a fever.

Now here the two of you were, sitting outside the Water Estate. You both had taken your places by the koi pond Giyuu has. It's so calm and cool. The soft moving of water could be heard every time the wind blew just enough, as well as the sharp sound of water splashing because some fish got too close to the surface.

Giyuu isn’t losing himself as he stares at the pond, watching the fish move around. He finds himself mesmerized though, as you talk. It’s nice, as usual. He likes how you talk and the way you talk. He could listen to you for hours and never get tired of hearing you. And he knows that if he glances at you now, even briefly, he wouldn’t be able to look away. You just look so… wonderful. It makes him dizzy. But he has such a weak will to do so, and now he's staring at you. Eyes soft and relaxed. He has never felt so content.

Giyuu doesn’t know if he realizes what kind of situation he is in. Or maybe he does. Maybe he’s finally realizing just how much of an effect you have on him. He likes you. He likes you beyond anything in the world. He loves you and everything about you.

You don't notice him staring. You’re too busy weaving the crochet hook in and out of your craft. You make it look so effortless. So enjoyable. And you seem so happy crocheting away as you speak. The way you talk and do it at the same time, you're so smart. You have to be. And Giyuu can’t help but hope you don’t look up. You’re as mesmerized with your work as he is with you. He would die though, if you caught him. The thought makes him sweat almost, being so close to you like this. His hands are clammy, and he's never been this nervous.

Yeah, he definitely has it bad for you. And for the first time in a while, even despite his nerves, he found the corners of his lips curling upwards, in a soft and timid smile. He averts his eyes, almost to gather his bearings, but that isn't enough. The subtle flush creeping onto his cheeks betrayed him. But he couldn’t be more delighted.

thank you for reading !! ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა

[skzdarlings]

alternate ending ; sharing a bed ; chan

original sharing a bed one-shot with chan.

author's note: i do love the final smut edit (and it's my most popular piece so clearly i was right!) but i always missed this fluff version. the love confession is very cute in this one.

content info: still some suggestive content, the first half of the story is the same and there's some heavy kissing, but this is definitely the fluffy director's cut lol

word count: 1800 words

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You let yourself into Chan’s room, expecting to find him awake and working despite the hour.   Whenever you sleep over, your friend is more than happy to let you sleep in his bed when you can’t get comfy on the couch.   Many nights have passed that way, nestled under his blankets and falling asleep to his typing and clicking and absent-minded humming.   He likes to work through his nights so you sleep until morning then leave when he turns in.   

He must have been tired tonight.  His laptop is shut, the room dark save for the little flickering lights of his computer station.  Chan is in bed already, laying with his back to you and the blankets tucked around him.  He is sound asleep, so much so that he didn’t even hear your gentle knocks. 

You feel bad for disturbing him now.   Commandeering his bed is a little different when he is already in it.

You turn to leave when the blankets rustle behind you.  Chan’s groggy voice breaks through the silence, a raspy, “Babygirl?  That you?” 

Maybe it’s the cold floor under your bare feet, maybe it’s the late hour, or maybe it’s the roughness in his voice, but despite how many times Chan has playfully and affectionately called you baby girl, this time a little shiver brushes up your spine. 

You turn back around, wrapping your arms around yourself.   Thanks to the faint light from his work area, you can see Chan clearly even in the dark.  He has rolled onto his back and is rubbing a hand over his face. 

“Sorry, Channie,” you whisper.  “You sleep.  It’s fine.” 

His blanket slips down his bare chest and he drops his arm, looking at you with crinkled, sleepy eyes.  His curly hair is an endearing mess, though your eyes go a little lower when the blanket falls to his waistline.  You quickly lift your gaze from his abdomen to his sleepy eyes.  He squints at you as he adjusts to the darkness.   

“Everything all right?” he asks, still groggy. 

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you say, as if that has ever stopped Chan from worrying anyway. 

He is a little more awake now, his brow pinching as he looks at you.  All at once his face goes slack with realization.  A smile pushes at his dimples. 

“Right,” he says.  “The couch sucks, yeah?  Sorry, wasn’t thinking—”

“Don’t apologize,” you say with a little laugh.  “It’s your bed.” 

“Auuggh,” he says with faux-agony, “I’m such a bad host.” 

You cannot hide your amusement, smiling when he slaps a melodramatic hand over his heart.  As usual, the goofball makes himself giggle with his dumb little theatrics, the sound twinkling in its delight.  Your heart skips a beat.  

“All right,” he says.  “No worries.  Big bed.  You wanna share?” 

It isn’t really a question because he doesn’t wait for an answer, flipping open the covers for you to slide in. 

When you step towards the bed, he throws up a cautionary hand and laughs again.

“Sorry, uh, just wait one second,” he says.  “I’m not, uh, technically decent.”

Your eyes drop again.  The blankets only just reach his hips and when he shifts to get out of bed, it becomes abundently clear that Chan is completely naked under the covers.   You very nearly choke on your own spit, swallowing hard as your frantic eyes dart around his body.  He is seemingly oblivious to your startled state, turning his back to you as he steps out of the bed.  The sheet slips smoothly off his body.

Without thinking, you spin around to give him some privacy.  This plan fails spectacularly as his closet door is a big mirror and you end up looking at him through it. 

He is nonchalant, walking up to his dresser.  Your view is his backside but you have no complaints.  You know you shouldn’t stare, but you do, eyes on the breadth of his shoulders, the definition of his arms, going down his sturdy back to his ass where you linger a beat longer, then diving down his strong thighs until the view is blocked by his bed.   You watch him step into a pair of boxers, doing a little jump before snapping the band around his hips.  He turns around and you quickly close your eyes, grateful he cannot hear your heart going a mile a minute. 

“All right,” he says pleasantly. “All good now.  Come on.” 

He gets in the bed first and holds it open for you.  He is smiling so sweetly and you feel like the world’s nastiest horniest monster, gawping at him as you stumble to the bed.  You try not to think about how Naked Chan was laying between these sheets just moments ago.  

Somehow, you slide into the bed without making a huge fool of yourself.  You even manage to settle down, albeit stiffly.  So stiffly that Chan notices and laughs again, that same bubbly giggle as he reaches out to tweak your nose. 

“Y’okay?” he asks, his bare face so open and sweet that you melt with both affection and embarrassment. 

“Mhm,” you lie.  Your heart skips another beat when your leg brushes his under the covers. 

“C’mere, silly,” he says, wrapping his arm around you and tugging you across the bed.   You go with a squeak of surprise, planting your face in his bare chest.   “Better?” he asks.

“Mmmhf.”

With a little more shuffling, you settle again.   Chan lays on his back with one arm wrapped around you, you on your side just as snuggly holding onto him.  You rest your head on his chest, your fingers bouncing where they rest on his abdomen.   It takes a lot of effort not to start tracing the lines of his body, and even more effort not to drool all over him, but you do manage. 

Your heart is still beating quickly.  You are way too awake to just drift off.   Still, there is something cozy and safe about laying in his arms.  Even though you can’t sleep, you are content to rest in silence.  Your close your eyes and let your breathing follow the same cadence of his chest as it lifts and falls. 

You begin to slip into a drowsy, dream-like state, but you are awake enough that you feel his hand slip down your back.  It doesn’t go lower, but he touches the base of your spine and holds you a little closer to him.

“Baby girl,” he whispers.  “You awake?” 

You are lucky you don’t mewl like an overly amorous kitten.  A few little pets and a whispered name and he almost has you whimpering. 

Not trusting yourself to behave, you pretend you are fully asleep.   He just sighs, his thumb rubbing a little circle on your lower back.  You keep your eyes firmly shut the whole time. 

“I’m so fucking stupid,” he whispers.

He sounds exasperated. You don’t think it’s your fault, because he lovingly tips his head to rest it on yours.  There is another moment of silence, so you assume he was talking to himself about nothing particular, but then he releases a deep breath. 

“I told myself I was gonna talk to you tonight,” he says, still whispering and still exasperated.  “Talk to her when you meet for coffee, Chan.  Buy her favourite tea and tell her.  Tell her now, Chan, while she’s sitting on your couch.  Don’t hide in your room.  She’s hugging you, Chan, tell her now...” 

You try not to get ahead of yourself, but it sounds like your friend is grumbling his way through a love confession.  A grin tugs at the corners of your mouth.

“Does it count if I tell you while you’re sleeping?” he asks.

Yes, you think.  You massive dork.

You have no idea how one man can be so dweeby and so hot at the same time, but Chan manages it.  His hand covers your hip while his other hand brushes hair out of your face.  Is he staring at you with the same lovestruck goofiness that you looked at him?

You get your answer when he speaks again. 

“Love you, baby girl,” he says, voice gone even softer than his previous whispers.  His hand falls away and he sighs.  “Maybe you’ll, like, internalize it or something, in your sleep, yeah?  Please. ‘Cause I’m crazy about you.  I love you so much.  I’m so fucking stupid.  What am I even doing right now?  Fuck, I’m a fucking idiot.” 

You crack an eye open.  His eyes are closed and he looks incredibly pained by his performance despite thinking you didn’t even hear it.    

Joy is a bubbly thing in your chest, threatening to burst out of you with an explosion of giggles.  You restrain yourself in favour of another manouvre. 

You shift as if moving in your sleep.  Your hand slides up his chest and hooks onto his shoulder while you lift your head.  He must be looking at you because you feel a little puff of breath against your cheek. 

“Channie,” you murmur in a sleepy voice. 

“Yeah, baby, I’m here.  What’s up?” 

You blink your eyes open and hit him with the most tender, wanting expression you can muster.   He visibly swallows. 

You wrap your hand around the back of his neck, your nails scratching the way he likes.  Sometimes he just plops his head in your lap and shoves your hand somewhere up there to tickle and scratch his head.  You know what makes him happy and it causes the usual shiver of pleasure.   Combined with your steady gaze, it makes him effectively pliant.  You easily pull his head closer. 

The once impossible space between you is finally closed.  Your lips come together in a gentle, careful kiss, one that is interrupted by his sharp intake of breath.  You take in a shaky breath of your own. 

“Chan,” you whisper.  “I love you too.” 

“Oh,” he says, staring at your mouth.  “Good.  That’s good.”  He smiles when you giggle, then he brushes his nose against yours.  “Good thing.  Otherwise it would have been really awkward when I do this.” 

He rolls over you, kissing you with such ardor that you feel as if you are melting into his sheets.  You hum sweetly against his lips as he gathers your hands to pin them by your head.  When he licks into your mouth, you arch against him and make him moan. Your knees cradle his hips as he settles against you.  

His head falls to the crook of your neck where he kisses you softly. 

“Chan,” you say, a breathy sound.  You wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Yeah, baby girl,” he says.  He kisses under your jaw, your cheek, then your mouth again.  “I got you,” he says. 

Knowing it’s true, you smile into the next kiss. 

[transform4u]

A Wish is a Dream Your Dick Makes

Neil is the epitome of bright-eyed enthusiasm and unbridled optimism. His personality is cheerful, with an infectious, bubbly charm that lights up any room. As a cute, twinky Disney gay and aspiring actor, he carries a wholesome, carefree attitude that makes him a delight to be around. With his effervescent smile and twinkling eyes, he seems to float through life, his every gesture imbued with a vibrant energy that's as endearing as it is genuine.

However, Neil's acting career has hit a frustrating snag. He often finds himself pigeonholed into roles that emphasize his youthful, adorable demeanor, reducing his range to the "cute, twink" stereotype. It's a limiting typecasting that stifles his dreams of exploring more diverse and substantial characters. He often wished he could be taken more seriously, more a leading man.

One afternoon, while working from home, Neil’s agent calls with a spark of excitement in their voice. They mention a new role and promise to send over the script immediately. Just moments later, Neil hears the doorbell ring. Bounding to the door with his usual vivacity, he finds an envelope waiting for him. The envelope, crisp and pristine, contains the script that his agent promised.

He eagerly tears open the package, his excitement palpable. Without pausing to fully take in the details, he unfolds the script. The first line of dialogue catches his eye: “We’re about to hit those PRs like it’s no big deal, fam.” He reads the line aloud, his lisp giving it a playful twist. He attempts to repeat it in a deeper voice, trying to adjust his tone to fit the character, but his attention is abruptly seized by a strange sensation.

As Neil continues to hold the script, his delicate, thin hands start to tingle and pulse with a peculiar energy. The feeling intensifies, and he finds himself sinking to his knees, overwhelmed by a wave of transformation.

Before his eyes, his once slender frame undergoes a dramatic metamorphosis. His skin, previously fair and smooth, darkens into a deep, rich brown tan. His body begins to shift and grow, muscles expanding and reshaping with an almost surreal fluidity. His physique evolves into a monument of gym dedication and protein shakes.

His abs, now a landscape of sculpted granite, form ridges and valleys so pronounced they seem chiseled by an artist's hand. His biceps swell into massive, bulging forms, veins coursing beneath his skin like an intricate network of rivers. His chest, once slender, expands into a robust expanse, with pecs so prominent they create a formidable shelf. His shoulders are like massive boulders, each movement underscored by their immense strength. His traps rise with a power that suggests he has not just carried his own weight but perhaps the entire gym’s.

This new form exudes a swaggering confidence, an embodiment of raw power and dedication. It’s a striking contrast to the previous Neil, and it marks a dramatic shift not just in appearance but in the potential for his acting career.

Neil stared at the line, his mind turning to mush as he read the words "Gonna flex those muscles and flex my way into her DMs, you know what I’m saying?" over and over again. He felt his intelligence slowly slipping away, becoming dumber and dumber with each passing moment. The line was like a poison, infecting his brain with its crude and crude thoughts.

As he read on, Neil's memories began to change, becoming crude and rude. He remembered a kiss he had with his boyfriend, the feeling of his lips on his own making him shudder with pleasure. But this memory was quickly replaced by a snarl, his face contorting in disgust at the idea of sleeping with another man. The image of his boyfriend slowly morphed into a big-boobed, slutty white chick, her ample breasts and tight jeans making Neil's mouth water.

He flexed his muscles, feeling like a dumb, obnoxious fuckboi. Neil grabbed a beer from the fridge, the cold can feeling good in his hand. He cracked it open with a loud hiss, the sound making him let out a buuuurrrrp that echoed through the room. "Ah, yeah!" he exclaimed, feeling like the king of the world. Neil's mind was a mess, but he didn't care. He was too busy being a dumb, obnoxious fuckboi to worry about anything else.

As he sat on the couch, beer in hand, Neil's thoughts turned to the chick he had just imagined. He pictured her in his mind, her big boobs and tight jeans making him feel all hot and bothered. He flexed his muscles again, feeling like a total stud. Neil's mind was a jumbled mess, but he didn't care. He was too busy being a dumb, obnoxious fuckboi to worry about anything else. He could almost see the girl's face, her makeup smeared and her hair a mess. She was the epitome of everything Neil despised, a shallow, superficial creature who only cared about one thing. Neil's distaste for her was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but wonder what she would think if she knew how pathetic she was. "Gonna flex those muscles and flex my way into her DMs," he repeated to himself, his voice deepening slighlty.

His muscles responded to this newfound resolve with a dramatic surge. His biceps, already impressive, began to inflate even further, their size expanding rapidly as if they were inflating under the pressure of an unseen force. Each flex of his arms brought about a visible increase in their bulk, the veins beneath his skin becoming more pronounced as they snaked their way up his arms.

Simultaneously, his chest began to swell, his pecs pushing outward and upward with a forceful expansion. They grew so robust and full that they seemed to defy the constraints of his previous form, creating a massive shelf that commanded attention. His abs, once a well-defined set of ridges, began to expand and redefine themselves into an awe-inspiring landscape of muscular strength. Each muscle was honed to perfection, their definition more pronounced, their mass more substantial.

With this transformation came an intense, almost unbearable pain. It felt as though every fiber of his being was being stretched and restructured. Neil gritted his teeth as the pain coursed through him, his muscles burning with a fierce intensity that seemed to push against his skin, almost as if it were struggling to contain the newly burgeoning bulk. His breathing became labored, each inhalation sharp and ragged as his body adapted to the rapid changes.

As the beer finished, Neil let out another large buurrrrrrrp, feeling proud of himself for being so manly. He thought about his old friends, and how much they were losers. They were all gay, and Neil felt a wave of homophobia wash over him. He thought about how gross and disgusting they were, how they went against his faith. He thought about how he was better than them, how he was a real man and they were just a bunch of fags. The thought of them made him sick, and Neil felt a wave of disgust wash over him.

Neil's voice started to tingle as he read the next line, a sense of excitement building up inside of him. His eyes scanned the words quickly, but his brain picked up every detail. He could almost hear the deep, gravelly voice that was describing this swagger. "No cap, my swagger is as legendary as an Arabian stallion's!" he read, repeating the line in his head. Suddenly, his voice started to change. It got deeper, like a growl, and he could almost hear an accent creeping into his words. "No cap, my swagger is as legendary as an Arabian stallion's!" he repeated again, feeling the words taking on a new meaning. His mind started to shift, like a puzzle clicking into place. He could feel a sense of entitlement washing over him, a feeling that he was something special, something legendary. His personality started to take over, becoming the most obnoxious Middle Eastern douchebag.

His face started to change, shifting into a thick, furry beard and piercing brown eyes. He felt his nose growing, his cheeks puffed out and his chin jutting out. His hair grew wild and curly, sticking out in all directions. He flexed his huge muscles, grinning as he felt their power surge through him. He turned to his side, picking up his Instagram and scanning through the pictures. "Ah, another day in the life of a legendary Arabian stallion," he said, posting a new picture of himself. His followers started to comment, congratulating him on his swagger. Neil grinned, feeling like he was the king of the world.

He started to dance, his hips swaying from side to side as he moved his body. "No cap, my swagger is as legendary as an Arabian stallion's!" he sang, his voice echoing off the walls. He was in his own little world, a world where he was the biggest and the best. No one else mattered, nothing else existed. He was the one and only Arabian stallion, the most legendary creature in the land.

Neil's dance turned into a run, his feet pounding the ground as he moved. He could feel his heart pounding, his body surging with energy. He was in his prime, the greatest Arabian stallion the world had ever seen. His muscles rippled beneath his skin as he ran, his sweat dripping down his face. He was untouchable, unstoppable, the king of the land.

Rami threw the script down, the page of the script for the character he was reading on the front page reading, "Rami 'The Sultan' Al-Karim is a 24-year-old muscle-bound show-off with a deep tan, perfectly styled hair, and an ego to match. Constantly flaunting his gym gains and cheesy pickup lines, he's the epitome of cringey Gen Z bravado with a Middle Eastern flair." Neil was dead, and in his place stood Rami, an obnoxious entitled middle eastern douchebag. Rami let out a loud scream, "Gah. What the fuck is this script, acting is for fags!" He jumped up from his chair, his face turning bright red with rage. He stormed over to his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he scrolled through his Instagram and Twitter feed. Rami's fingers flew across the screen as he scrolled through his Twitter feed. He came across a tweet from a guy, "I love how gay men are always so sensitive." Rami let out a loud laugh, his fingers flying across the screen as he typed out a response, "Lol, what a fag. You must be a closeted homo, always talking about gay men." He sent the tweet, his eyes scanning the screen for a response. A few minutes later, the guy responded with a tweet, "At least I'm not a stupid Gen Zer who thinks they're a Sultan." Rami let out a loud laugh, his fingers flying across the screen as he typed out a response, "get bent, fag! You can't handle a real man!!!!"

Rami's eyes landed on a picture of a slutty white girl on instagram, her tits spilling out of her top. He let out a loud groan, his dick starting to get hard. He quickly typed out a message, "Hey cutie, what's up? You look so hot, I need to get you in my bed ASAP." He sent the message, his eyes scanning the screen for a response. A few minutes later, the girl sent him a picture of her tits. Rami let out a loud groan, his dick getting even harder. He quickly typed out a response, "Oh my god, you're so hot. I need to get you in my bed now." He sent the message, his eyes scanning the screen for a response.

Rami's dick was getting so hard that he could barely stand it. He quickly jumped up from his chair, his fingers flying across the screen as he snapped a picture of his dick. The picture showed his huge, hard dick, his balls hanging low. He quickly typed out a caption, "Just got so hard, I need to get laid ASAP." He sent the picture, his eyes scanning the screen for a response.

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If it isn't too much trouble, may I request mad dog with a nerdy reader. In public they have scary dog privileges but in private he becomes such a whiny puppy who doesnt know how to ask for master/mommy to touch him? No hurt feelings if you don't want too, I just don't see enough of him being a sub. Thank you!

CW: names such as pup and mommy are used, semi public, praise, hand job

A/N: i’m so sorry this took so long 😭 tbh i have no excuse

he would be suchhhh a grouch in public. Picture yourselves on the public train together. He's casting menacing glares at anyone who dares to glance your way, positioning himself protectively in front of you. Meanwhile, you're engrossed in your book, wearing a delighted expression that's impossible to hide.

And when you venture out together (a rarity in itself), despite your occasional awkwardness, you effortlessly connect with others over obscure subjects, radiating joy and warmth. Kentaro, on the other hand, stands by your side, arms folded, engaging only with you.

Its quite endearing how different you two are-personality wise. People often wonder why you're with such a seemingly grumpy individual, but they don't see the tender side he reveals to you. He's incredibly sweet and attentive, always accompanying you to your favorite bookstores for the latest releases. Despite his aversion to socializing, he willingly joins you for coffee outings.

What may be the most adorable thing about him, is his sudden shyness in private. Suddenly, he's flushed red, stumbling over his words, nervously fidgeting with his hands, unsure where to place them.

He gives up any ounce of control easily, falling to his knees at your request. Your favorite thing is making him work for his pleasure. He knows what he wants. He wants to cum until he can't think. But he doesn't know how to ask.

Recently, you'd discovered a new favorite pastime: teasing Kentaro in public. There was nothing quite like watching him squirm as he struggled to maintain his tough exterior, only to be undone by his own pent-up desire.

It was a simple matter to get him riled up. A strategically timed pause to admire a book cover, a suggestive lick of a lollipop, or a deliberate lean forward to show off your cleavage would send him into a tailspin. His eyes would flash with desire, his face would redden, and his lips would tremble.

But the best part was the moment he'd snap, his eyes pleading for mercy as he grabbed at your shirt, his voice barely above a whisper. "P-please… y-you… I need y-you…"

You'd feign innocence, playing dumb as you led him on a merry chase. "Hmm? Need me to what, Kentaro?" You'd ask, looking up at him with a concerned expression. He'd hesitate, his words faltering as he scanned the empty store for an escape route. "You know.." He'd mutter, gaze low and hands sweating.

Finally you relented, firmly grasping his cheeks, directing his gaze toward the family bathroom that was tucked away but still in sight of you two. "That'll work yeah?" you inquired, locking eyes with his widened ones, before proceeding toward the bathroom. "What if someone sees us?" he'd nervously stammer, but still following closely behind you.

You'd simply smile, your eyes glinting with mischief. "It makes it more exciting, Kentaro."

Once inside, you'd press your lips against his, drawing out a soft groan as he struggled to keep up. But you were just getting started, taking a seat on the bench, beckoning him closer.

"Y-you want to do it here?" He'd ask, his voice laced with anxiety.

You'd bat your eyelashes, playing innocent once more. "Do what puppy?"

Being the nervous dog he is, he'd trail off, his face flushing with embarrassment as he stumbled forward. You'd laugh at his shyness, running your hands up his shirt and down his stomach as he stood in front of you.

"P-please… touch me," he'd beg, his voice cracking as he dropped his head in shame.

You'd toy with him, running your fingers over his hips as he squirmed beneath your touch. "I am touching you, baby," you'd purr, but he wasn't having it.

He needed something more – something that would make him feel like he was truly alive. And so, he forced out the words: "My c-cock., touch my cock, mommy"

Your eyes lit up with amusement and a hint a sadism, unzipping his pants and pulling his underwear down without hesitation. "That's all you had to say puppy." You'd coo, while wrapping your fingers around his hardened member. It boasted a rather prominent vein tracing its length, accompanied by a slight curve that he found rather embarrassing.

You couldn't resist the urge to tease him with gentle strokes that coaxed a soft whimper from his lips. Spitting into your free hand, he'd gasp at your boldness, wanting to say something. But words quickly faded in his mouth when you smeared it long his length, making him throw his head. He'd look up at you, pleading for more, but you'd merely smile wickedly and instruct him to "be a good boy and fuck yourself with my hand."

Immediately, he would protest with a whiney, "noo I-I can't" his inexperience evident in his hesitant tone. But as you met his gaze with a firm, expectant look, his hesitation gave way to an exploratory thrust. With the help of your praise, he'd slowly become more comfortable with your embarrassing request.

As he quickened his pace, his breath would catch in his throat, his member pulsing in your hand. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and his thrusts became more erratic, your seductive voice making it harder for him to stay steady. His usually narrow eyes seemed to be welling up with emotion, and his face flushed.

Your other hand grasped the soft skin of his hips, guiding him into a harsher rhythm. He let out a loud, desperate moan, forgetting their surroundings as he succumbed to his pleasure.

Useless pleas would tumble from his lips, but you refused to indulge them, instead, instructing him to "show that pretty tongue, baby." He had no choice but to obey, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, coated with saliva as he reveled in embarrassment.

He'd pant and whine, his red tip darted back and forth between your hand, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and shame. "M-mama, I'm close.. gunna cum.. c-cum, cum all over," he'd babble, his movements becoming more frenzied by the second.

Your grip tightening around his member, moving and twisting in tandem with his thrusts would send him over the edge. He'd cum with a loud, broken moan, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he convulsed in your grip.

His body felt shaky and weak, his legs trembling beneath him. You stroked him through the aftershocks, praising him as he sat down, still flushed from his climax.

"You did such a good job, pup," you'd coo, making him blush once more. "Just sit there and look pretty for me and I'll get you allll cleaned up."

[snapscube]

hi penny! im sure im not the first person to ask this, but- is there a reason the psychonauts dub didnt pan out? super excited for the kingdom hearts dub!! just curious as to why that particular dub idea wasn't seen through?

it was a few reasons! i honestly just lost a lot of steam for it once i started recording the footage. if i had to guess it was a combination of life circumstances not really being Ideal for me at the time, but also the more obvious setback is just that.... the game doesn't really NEED the fandub treatment??? at all?

not to say that any game ever "NEEDS" our stupid bits layered on top of it in the most literal sense, but there are certain dynamics when it comes to picking a game for the format that i have to take into account. what's the tone of the original work, what is the dialogue pacing like, how story heavy is it even to begin with, etc. Psychonauts has the disadvantage (specifically for dubbing purposes) of being a game that already feels almost like a parody of itself. it's EXTREMELY funny just on its own. RTF as a format, i think, is most effective when the source material's original tone and dramatic weight is juxtaposed with improvisational humor in SOME way. Sonic games have a heightened otherwordly shonen vibe that becomes uncannily hilarious when paired with the inherent candidness of improv. Until Dawn and RE2 are dark, atmospheric horror titles that pair well with improv purely through the GULF in tonal dissonance being inherently funny. Spider-Man is a superhero blockbuster story, and RTF lessens the scope EXCEEDINGLY in incredibly dumb and endearing ways (instead of peter needing an anti-serum to cure a deadly plague ravaging the city, he needs it to keep himself from turning into a table). And so on and so forth.

I basically just ended up feeling like there's really not much we could do to bring value to the project of a Psychonauts dub that wouldn't be energy better spent on games that were a better fit overall. Cause, yknow, at the end of the day these already take SO long to come out. I really gotta be economical with the game choices nowadays.

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Leaving lipstick marks on various HH characters 2/2

i always forget the day after a workout is hell- sore characters: lucifer, adam, lute, emily, velvette, rosie notes: reader is gn and wears makeup CWs: adams part hints at suggestive stuff but nothing is explicitly said

LUCIFER

very into it, hes grinning the entire time while you pamper him

doesnt like asking for affection that often however its clear in his body language that he wants it- if you catch his signals and give him some love hes going to be melting

tries not to turn into a puddle in your hands but this man is so starved for touch and affection that its very hard

kind of sits there with a dumb smile on his face when youre done, if he could hed have steam and hearts coming off of him as he brings himself back to his senses

will pick you up and twirl you around while youre kissing him, kisses your face all over in return

ADAM

hes totally into it, though not for very innocent reasons... its not uncommon for these little sessions to turn into something saucier if youre willing to go further

enjoys the lipstick marks you leave behind although he tends to clean them up before going out to interact with other people

sometimes you leave them on his helmet, thats really the only time he may not enjoy it since its more of a pain to clean and cover

keeping it as sfw as possible but he likes how your lipsticks looks on you afterwards, messy and smudged

will wrap his arms around you while you kiss all over his face

LUTE

another character who is not very into it... affection is still something shes getting used to in a romantic sense, and even outside of that it feels foreign

take your time with her, normal kisses take a lot of time for her to build up to so you can imagine how long it will take her to open up to getting kisses all over- with lipstick no less

very private about your relationship- people know the two of you are dating but shes not the biggest fan of PDA and any splotches of color on her face from your makeup can make people think things

will gently but firmly shut you down, however she may offer an alternative so the both of you are happy

.. though the alternative doesnt become an idea until later on, shes not the most mindful of feelings, especially ones regarding rejection- communication is vital!

EMILY

very much into it and shes most likely going to pepper you in kisses in return! she also wears lipstick every now and then so sometimes youre both left with marks all over yourselves

sometimes likes keeping a kiss mark on her hand when she has to go off and do her angelic duties, its like youre there with her!

the... lipstick... doesnt really stick when she goes back into her normal form

sometimes you both sit together holding onto each other and squishing each others faces while leaving marks on each other

youre both relentless, no part of your faces is going to be left unkissed- forehead, mouth, cheeks, nose, chin, and so one!

VELVETTE

shes not too much of a fan of more... gushy... displays of affection like this, however every now and then she indulges you and lets you get it out of your system

bonus if youre easily flustered, she tends to end the session by kissing you on the mouth- leaving her own mark, likely holding your chin in her hand- usually leaving you a little stunned and blushing

cleaning the marks off isnt a problem for her, i headcanon she keeps basic makeup stuff on her or at least nearby- including wipes to clean anything off

most likely to be into it if you initiate when shes not working, takes her job and passion very seriously so its best to let her be

thinks its both a little pathetic(/lh) and endearing that you freeze up when she returns the energy and kisses you back

ROSIE

open to it though like velvette, its best to do it when shes not working- rosie is a busy woman afterall!

will cover you in kisses in return, will make comments about how cute you are and how she can just eat you up right there

you... sometimes worry shes being serious but you never really have the nerve to question it

gently teases you for being flustered if her affection and comments get to you, especially if you were the one who started it

[officialabortive]

Imagine Katsuki coming home after an exhausting day of hero work, to find you snuggling a newly released red riot plushie. Your chin just casually rested atop its dumb little head. Red fucking Riot.

Katsuki's too irate to even comprehend your pointed smile or the words coming out of your mouth. He's busy having a mental war with an inanimate object. Examining it the same way he would an actual person. Picking out the way it's got a seemingly smug little smile while looking directly at him.

"What... the fuck is that!?"

You immediately perk up at the mere query; not good

"Oh, look what Eijiro gave to me! Isn't he so cute!?" You were referring to the plush

Katsuki didn't even need to respond. The look on his face said it all. He only huffed and padded over to the spot next to you. His upper lip began involuntary twitching when you piped up again

"This was one of the original prototypes, the final design ended up slightly different. But Ireally liked this model, so Eijiro gave it to me. And it's the only one!"

You looked back up to face Katsuki, seeing how he glared frigid ice into your lap. Or rather, what was sat in it. But the jealous pouting of his lips was too unbearably endearing to go unrecognized. How he can remain such a pretty face with a simultaneously down turned expression? You'll never know.

You adjust yourself to have Katsuki's forearm placed on your thigh, his bicep enclosed by the wrap of both of your arms. The stuffed red riot pressed right up to the crook his arm saw too, but you allowed him no time to dwell on it before nuzzling in to his shoulder.

"But I prefer being with my real life hero rather than a fuzzy little replica"

You set a small kiss to his jaw. Giving what can only be described as a suggestion of a laugh when he raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah... the real kirishima is way better. Though this stuffed version is so cute"

The audible crackling of sparks shouldn't have taken you by surprise as mutch as they did. You managed to toss little red riot out of reach before his palm met the embroidered sharp toothed grin.

"I'M KIDDING! I'm kidding! Katsuki, spare him!"

———

Katsuki's phone vibrated against the low standing coffee table. The blond groaned as he reached over to grab his phone, checking the caller ID.

*SHITTY HAIR*

His thumb brushed across the screen before lifting it to his ear

"Hey man! Do you-"

"Piss off"

Katsuki curtly pressed the end call button, lazily tossing the device to the side.

masterlist

[megalony]

The Proper Experience

This is a new Eddie Diaz imagine that I am hoping to make into a little series. It is a follow on from my imagine I Need To Help You, but it can be read on its own.

I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

I Need To Help You

Part 2

Summary: After having a cryptic pregnancy before, (Y/n) is worried it will happen again. She wants to have control over her body and experience a pregnancy in the proper fashion.

Enjoy.

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It was late. It felt a little too late to class as the evening, but not late or dark enough to consider it night yet. Eddie had poked his head round Chris's bedroom door when he came in and the ten year old was almost asleep with a movie almost finished on his tv.

Something soft bubbled up in Eddie's eyes when he pushed open the bedroom door and took a peek inside.

Eddie wasn't too sure what he was expecting when he opened the door, but the sight he was greeted with was one that thoroughly melted his heart. Both his girls, tucked up in bed as calm and endearing as ever.

(Y/n) was laid in the middle of the bed, burrowed down in a nest of pillows and the covers pulled up to her stomach. She had her knees slightly pulled up and Bella curled up on her chest. The seven month old had her head burrowed beneath (Y/n)'s chin, her arms bound to her chest, knees imbedded in (Y/n)'s stomach and a dark blue pacifier between her lips.

With both arms draped around Bella, (Y/n) had her cheek leaning on top of the toddler's head and her hand rhythmically gliding up and down Bella's back to keep her settled and asleep.

Eddie quietly nudged the door shut with his foot before he advanced over towards the bed. He nudged a few of the pillows out the way so he could perch down beside (Y/n). His hip nudged into her thigh and his right hand planted down on the bed, draping across both her legs like he was trying to cage her in his embrace.

"Hi mi amor, you girls okay?"

His other hand moved to run up and down (Y/n)'s arm while his head tilted to one side. He loved the look in (Y/n)'s creased eyes and the tender smile, briefly distorted by her tongue darting out across her lower lip.

"She settled easy tonight… she's actually happy with me."

Her words made Eddie fight to keep his smile from falling into a saddened frown and he kept his smile by leaning forward and pressing his lips to the back of Bella's head.

Considering that (Y/n) had suffered a cryptic pregnancy where they had no clue they were expecting Bella until (Y/n) gave birth, she had coped extremely well with being a sudden, new mother. She adjusted to the change in routines, looking after a newborn and Chris and adjusting to having a baby around. Not to mention the funny looks and whispers when friends and family found out.

But the one thing (Y/n) hadn't coped well with was bonding with Bella.

She loved her daughter, (Y/n) loved her more than she ever thought she would love someone. She could easily get her to take her bottle, was fine getting up with her during the night, changing and bathing her, coping with her each day. But soothing Bella wasn't something (Y/n) felt natural with. She loved Bella, but she couldn't bond with her like she wanted to.

She felt as if Bella didn't love her because the little girl seemed to love settling for anyone but (Y/n). She was always attached to Eddie and often fell asleep on his chest.

She settled easily for Maddie, who often felt overwhelmed with love because she too hadn't bonded with Jee when she was born, but Maddie had somehow bonded with her niece instead. Bella was great for Buck and for Eddie's parents, but it took (Y/n) hours to get her settled.

Bella seemed to tire of (Y/n) soon after cuddling with her. The only way (Y/n) had found to soothe her was when Bella needed feeding. She could properly cuddle her baby while giving her a bottle.

"Of course she's happy with you." Eddie murmured softly before he leaned forward to press a wet kiss to (Y/n)'s exposed neck while his hand continued to feather across Bella's head and back.

Tonight something just clicked into place. Bella didn't scream when (Y/n) cradled her and paced up and down to get her to settle to sleep. And when (Y/n) decided to test the waters and lay in bed with her daughter, the seven month old cuddled into her straight away and had been like this for almost two hours.

"She isn't normally," (Y/n) muttered, but there was no malice or pain in her voice. God knows Eddie had been worried the first two months of having Bella when he'd found (Y/n) crying, saying their daughter hated her and wanted him instead.

"She is, did you see how long it took Buck to get her to stop crying last week?"

Shuffling to the right, (Y/n) laid her head on Eddie's shoulder, pushing herself into his chest so he had to move round to sit beside her. He looped his left arm across the back of her shoulders and smothered his lips against the side of her temple.

"Everyone knows she prefers you, even my mum noticed."

"Oh, because your mother's the expert." Eddie gave her shoulder a squeeze but he sighed when (Y/n) didn't respond because her point still stood. "Okay, so maybe she's easier for me, but you know that doesn't mean she isn't bonding with you. It was the same with me and Chris, I never got that bond. He barely knew me, that was my fault, but he wouldn't settle or attach to me."

Eddie started to glide his hand up and down her arm while his other hand moved to rest on Bella's back.

Eddie knew what (Y/n) was going through, it was the exact same emotions he felt after coming home from the army. He had one week with Chris when he was born, and then he had over six months without him. Chris didn't know who he was when he came home and Eddie understood that, but it still killed him.

It killed to have Chris crying and roaring and when Eddie picked him up, he screamed worse. He wouldn't settle, he wouldn't stop and he wouldn't even take his bottle until Eddie handed him over to Shannon.

They didn't bond until Eddie came back from his second tour in the army and Chris was already talking and shuffling around. Eddie had to put a lot of work in to get the close bond he now had with Chris, and it was all of his own doing. He chose to go in the army, but Shannon leaving pushed him and Chris closer together. Eddie wouldn't change anything, but he could understand where (Y/n) was coming from.

And he knew it was worse for her because she hadn't gone anywhere like he did. She didn't need to put in the extra work, that bond should already be there but for some reason, her and Bella didn't always see eye to eye.

He had an inkling that it was because (Y/n) hadn't known about the pregnancy. She didn't get those first few months to get used to the idea, to hear Bella's heartbeat and feel her movements and see her on the scans. She didn't get that initial closeness and time to prepare herself for having a baby.

Bella was just launched upon them like a strange, bewildered surprise. (Y/n)'s body had to adjust and her mind had to come to terms with what had happened and it stopped her from getting close to Bella.

"But I want her to. I want her to love me, to be like this more often." She could feel tears welling up in her eyes but she pushed them away and snuggled further into Eddie. She could feel him sighing into her hair as his hand moved to cradle her jaw and his thumb glided across her cheek.

"Baby, she knows who you are and she does love you. She might settle for others, but she won't settle with them for long. It's just gonna take a bit longer. You wait until she starts talking, I'll bet she clings to you then."

(Y/n) cradled the back of Bella's head while she leaned back into the pillows so she could look at Eddie. She was pleasantly surprised when his lips captured hers in a deep kiss that almost bruised her lips. She let herself sink back into the pillows, trying to keep Bella steady on her chest while Eddie leaned over her. His hand moved up to cradle the side of her neck while his left hand planted down into the mattress to keep himself hovering over her. He didn't want to drop his weight down onto either of them.

She knew what Eddie was saying was true, but it just felt like it was taking so long to get that closeness with Bella that she truly wanted. And if she didn't have it by now, at nine months along, was she really going to get it at all?

Tonight did prove to (Y/n) though that Bella didn't hate her or hate being with her. If her daughter was fine to settle with her tonight and have a long cuddle and go to sleep with her, then maybe things were going to get better.

When he pulled back, Eddie nudged his nose against her cheek and trailed his lips down the side of her neck, grinning when he felt a shiver tear through her skin.

"Want me to put her in bed?" He kept his voice quiet while he trailed his tongue over the mark he's just bitten into her skin.

Part of (Y/n) didn't want to set Bella back down in her room in her cot. She couldn't help but worry that come tomorrow, the magic would fade and Bella would never be this content with her again. But she knew she couldn't just lay with Bella on her chest all night, she would have to set her down at some point. It may as well be now with her being content and fast asleep.

She nodded and leaned forward to peck Eddie's temple before he leaned back on his knees and heels while his arms stretched out for their little girl.

A soft "Come here carino," passed his lips as he eased Bella from (Y/n)'s chest and turned her round so she could curl up into his own chest instead. His lips smothered the top of her head along the few wisps of hair that was finally starting to grow properly.

His hand trailed up and down her back while he carefully backed off the bed and headed towards the bedroom door.

It didn't take Eddie long to get Bella laid out in her cot, dozing off so deeply she was puffing around the pacifier she was so attached to. Once the door was closed behind him, Eddie stripped off his work clothes and tossed them in the hamper they kept in the hallway, leaving him in his boxers.

He took a second to peek into Chris's room again and when he noticed the ten year old was now fast asleep, he reached across for the remote and turned the tv off.

Both kids were asleep.

He ran his fingers through his hair while he lightly tapped his knuckles on the bathroom door before heading in. He had heard (Y/n) moving about and knew she had gone into the bathroom while he settled Bella in her cot.

His hands reached out for (Y/n)'s hips when he noticed her stood in front of the sink. He leaned over her, smiling tenderly before he attacked his lips to the back of her neck. His hands squeezed into her hips, taking note of the fact that she was only wearing her pyjama shirt and her underwear, a sight Eddie always loved.

He felt (Y/n) wriggle her hips back into him and she grinned at him through the mirror in front of them both while he moved his hand down to playfully swat at her thigh.

He went to move past her after a few seconds, about to go over to the cabinet but he stopped when something caught his eye on the sink.

His teeth sank down into his bottom lip and he held his breath while he leaned around (Y/n) again, pressing his hips into her bum so he could grab something from the back of the sink near the taps.

A pregnancy test.

The smile on (Y/n)'s lips faded and she put her hairbrush down, twisting to look at Eddie.

The look on his face was a little perplexed, but there was no panic or amusement or even confusion written in the lines on his face like (Y/n) was expecting. Her lips parted but she couldn't find what she needed to say, what she wanted to say to explain.

Instead, she watched the way Eddie's eyes narrowed on the test, scrutinising it, clearly wanting to know what the result was. After a few seconds, he tenderly set the test back down on the side of the sink before he moved to lean back against the wall between the sink and the bath. His shoulders expanded and levelled out and his head turned to the left so he was looking at (Y/n).

His smile was almost off-putting because he looked like he understood without (Y/n) even having to try to explain and she didn't know whether that made her feel better or worse.

She took a quick peek before opening the small caddy bin beneath the sink and tossing the test in.

"Negative." She whispered so hoarsely that her voice didn't sound like it belonged to her anymore. And Eddie hummed, seemingly waiting for her to elaborate. "I- I didn't think I was, I just wanted to be sure."

Her hands rubbed together in front of her and moved to grasp the sink tightly enough that her nails began to scratch into the glistening white marble. She tensed her elbows and leaned her weight forward, but (Y/n) didn't feel able to look away from Eddie or that intense gaze that fell upon her.

"Okay." His smile made (Y/n)'s eyes water and he could tell she wanted him to say something else, but she wasn't entirely sure what she wanted to hear.

"Okay?"

"Baby… you think I don't know you take a test each month? It's okay, I know you need that reassurance."

Eddie wasn't blind and he wasn't ignorant either. He had seen a test a few months ago stuffed at the back of the medicine cabinet. And then he had seen one in the bin. He knew that at the end of every month, like clockwork, (Y/n) would take a pregnancy test. And he knew that almost every time, she didn't actually think she was pregnant.

He noticed her start this kind of ritual- if it could be called that- the month after Bella was born. And Eddie didn't say anything. He could see that (Y/n) had to do this to calm herself down and prove to her mind that she wasn't going to have another unexpected labour ordeal. It was almost like a compulsion, but Eddie could see that it helped to calm her down so he didn't comment.

A feeble "You know?" muttered past (Y/n)'s lips as she looked down at the sink rather than Eddie's understanding eyes.

She didn't think he noticed. She thought he might have seen one or two of the tests in the cupboard, but she didn't know he knew she took one each month.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

Eddie wouldn't push the subject if (Y/n) didn't want to talk about it, but if she wanted to he would happily listen and try to help if he could and if she wanted him to.

"I just… I don't wanna be ignorant, like last time. If I don't take one, I'll panic." (Y/n) spoke as she opened the bathroom door and trailed into the bedroom, Eddie following swiftly behind. It didn't feel right to stand and have this conversation in the bathroom.

She moved towards the bed and plopped down in the middle, crossing her legs beneath her as her hands found her lap and she started scratching her nails up and down her exposed thighs. She felt a little calmer when Eddie shut the door and sat down on the bed next to her. His hand grazed over her knee while his other elbow dug into his thigh so he could prop his chin up on his hand.

"What about your check ups? They're monthly, aren't they?"

"That's not enough, and I won't be having them anymore, doctor says I don't need them and he's right. I only went for the blood tests, but if I don't get them anymore, I need to keep checking."

Since having Bella, (Y/n) had gone for a check up every week for the first month, and then one every month after that. Mainly for blood tests to make sure her levels were evening out and to make sure her kidney function was back to normal as they had been uneven when she had Bella.

The blood tests would also show if (Y/n) ever got pregnant again so every visit, she was definitely reassured that she wasn't about to have another surprise baby. But she didn't need those check ups anymore, her levels were back to normal, she wasn't ill and she and Bella were perfectly fine. The doctor was quite happy to discharge (Y/n) and only see her if she made appointments for any concerns.

But those blood tests weren't happening anymore and (Y/n) needed to keep up that routine of checking every month so she knew for certain. She had been taking a test to calm down her raging panic and the blood tests were just the icing on the cake to cement in her mind that she wasn't having any more surprises. She had been so shocked by giving birth to Bella and not understanding how her body had hid this from her that she didn't trust her body anymore.

"Are you okay?" The tenderness to Eddie's words broke something within (Y/n)'s chest and she felt her heart give out an extra beat that physically pained her.

She could see the panic in his otherwise calm eyes and he did well to keep his expression neutral. He tried to pride himself on knowing (Y/n) better than anyone else, better than himself sometimes, and he thought he was doing good at checking in and making sure she was coping after Bella. But now he was starting to doubt himself.

"Do you think I'm being silly?" She couldn't hide the panic from her voice but just when her hands started to grate together in her lap, Eddie reached out and took them. He clasped both her hands in his and brought them up to press a tender kiss against her knuckles.

"No, I don't. After what you went through, wanting to be sure isn't silly, mi amor. But are you sure you're okay? I don't want you to start panicking every month like this if you don't have to, if I can do something to help."

He would never think or tell (Y/n) she was being silly. He could see this was almost bordering on OCD to take a test and prove to herself that she wasn't pregnant. But he was worried that (Y/n) might not be coping, he knew this could either get better or worse, it rarely stayed the same.

(Y/n) might stop taking the tests after a while or take one every three or four months just to be safe. Or she could start taking them more often or worrying herself sick that she might be missing something. She might start to believe she was ill or that something could be wrong with her health if her body could hide a baby from her for nine months, maybe it could hide an illness too.

"I- I thought I got my period, last time. It's like my body betrayed me, I don't wanna do that again. Eddie, I- fuck, I thought I was dying, I wish I'd of known what was going on."

Tears welled up in her eyes but she did her best to push them away as she turned to curl into Eddie.

Her knees coiled up against her chest but she gasped when Eddie's arms moved faster than she could comprehend. He slid one arm around her waist and the other beneath her knees and slid her over onto his lap. Her legs hooked over his thigh so she was sat on his lap and she instantly curled her arms around his lower chest. She nuzzled her face into his bare chest that oozed heat like a human radiator and his heat and scent calmed down the nerves raging up inside of her.

Feeling his lips against her head and the way his hand slid beneath her shirt to cup her waist made (Y/n) smile into his chest.

Her body had lied to her. It concealed such a big event from her and until going into labour, (Y/n) thought she had some sort of stomach bug.

That night in the bathroom, she had sobbed wondering if she was suffering a prolapse or an internal haemorrhage or some kind of rupture. She thought she might die, the pain was so intense and strange and unforeseen. She had been praying that Eddie would turn up and do something to take the pain away or at least be there with her.

It wasn't until she felt something between her legs that it all clicked into place and she had to push, realising she was going to have a baby on her own like that.

(Y/n) didn't want to go through that again without knowing. She had missed out on so much and if she got pregnant again, (Y/n) wanted- no, she needed to know about it. She couldn't be blindsided like that again.

"Oh baby," He murmured quietly into her hair while his fingertips glided across her hip until she was shivering and squirming against him. "I'm grateful we've got Bella, I love her to pieces, but I don't wanna go through that panic again either. And I don't think it would happen again, the doctors said it was very rare."

"I should of known, we missed everything, Eddie. Scans, the heartbeat, I didn't even look any different. And we had no time to think or prepare for her."

"I know."

(Y/n) still couldn't wrap her head around it. She couldn't believe her stomach didn't change or expand more than one inch in odd places. She couldn't believe she didn't feel the baby move, or maybe she did, but it wasn't prominent and she regarded it as something else. They got no scans, no pictures, no heartbeat. No time to tell family and friends or make a celebration.

And no time to adjust to the prospect of being parents again. Her body just gave them a baby and told them to deal with it.

It didn't help that practically none of their friends believed them. They all seemed to have an opinion about it. (Y/n) hid this from everyone. She knew a week or two ago and didn't tell them. She'd had an affair and that's why she didn't tell Eddie. She didn't want the baby but was too late to change her mind. She had the baby at home because she wasn't going to keep her.

Everyone thought something different and (Y/n) was sick of their sideways glances at her and the chatter behind her back. She knew Maddie had gotten angry with a lot of people down at the call centre when they were suddenly snickering and gossiping that (Y/n) hadn't turned up to work and was now on maternity leave.

"Baby…I just wanna ask, are you so worried because you don't want anymore kids?"

If the answer was yes then that was okay, but Eddie felt obliged to ask. When they got married they talked about kids, they always said they would think and maybe try soon. They wanted to spend time being married first and focusing on Chris before they had a baby. And they had been encouraged when Chris started asking the moment they got married if they were going to have a baby soon. He wanted a sibling.

But Bella's birth had been anything but normal and it had been a shock. Eddie would never want another baby in the same way, he would want to know and prepare and get ready if they had another baby. But now he was nervous that maybe (Y/n) was so scarred by this that she couldn't bear the thought of having another baby.

(Y/n) stopped clutching at Eddie's back so tightly and retracted her hand so she could feather her fingers up and down his chest instead. She tilted her head back, brushing her cheek against his shoulder so she could look up at him.

"I'm… I'm worried I'll be cheated out of the experience again." She could see the confusion in his eyes while he removed his hand from her hip so he could cradle her hand that was on his chest.

"What'do you mean?"

"I feel tricked. I want another baby, I want more kids, but I want the experience this time. I want to actually have a bump, and go to scans, I wanna feel them kick and tell our families, tell you in a special way. So I keep checking, in case I am and I don't know. I want to know from the beginning this time."

Part of (Y/n)'s panic was fuelled by the pain of Bella's birth and the overbearing thoughts that it could happen again. She was proving to her brain that she wasn't pregnant, she wasn't missing out again and she wasn't being tricked by her own reproductive system. Her womb wasn't hiding a baby away from her.

But the other part of her was desperate to keep checking because if they got pregnant again, (Y/n) was determined to do it properly.

She wanted to know early on and tell Eddie in a lovely way, give him a present or let Chris tell him. And she wanted to tell her parents so they wouldn't be flabbergasted and as demeaning as they had been when they found out about Bella. She wanted to tell Maddie and Buck and see them light up and get excited. (Y/n) wanted to see Chris light up and ask to help get things ready again.

She wanted to see and feel her body change and see how Eddie would look at her when her stomach grew. She wanted to go to scans and feel the baby move and get mood swings and back ache and the whole experience. (Y/n) wanted it all. She wanted to know and have a baby properly and prepare herself mentally and physically.

So when she went into labour, she wouldn't be panicked, frightened for her life. She wouldn't scare her son or petrify her husband and her family and she wouldn't have to go through the trauma again. Or explain to everyone what had happened and deal with their reactions.

Her lips curved into a soft smile when she felt Eddie bring her hand up so he could kiss her palm.

"I promise, baby, if we have another baby, we'll find out early. Everything will work out better next time."

That was good, that was a relief. Eddie smiled as he nudged her chin to tilt her head back, allowing him to smother her lips with his own and steal the air from her lungs.

Because he hated that they had missed out with Bella. Next time, they could get the scan photos, they could have a celebration and tell their family and friends. They could prepare and get ready and have a plan in place. Eddie could adore the way her body changed and he could look after her properly and be there when she went into labour.

Next time it would be different.

***

A sigh tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips as she bounced Bella higher on her hip to try and calm the nine month old down, but she wasn't settling. And this time, (Y/n) couldn't blame her.

She was teething.

With her lips smothered to the side of Bella's temple, (Y/n) headed into the kitchen and crouched down in front of the freezer, ignoring the way it made her head spin when she leaned down.

Once she found the teething ring she'd stuck in there last night, she held it out to the toddler on her hip. Watching with a tepid smile as Bella seemed to eye it curiously before taking it. She was at the stage where she was trying to gnaw on all her toys and teddies so munching on a cold toy was going to soothe her gums right now when her teeth were trying to break through.

(Y/n) ran her free hand up and down her face to liven herself up, but it didn't make her feel any better.

Her head was pounding from the headache she couldn't seem to shake these past few days and now her eyes were stinging in a mix between wanting to cry and feeling a migraine coming on.

Every nerve in her body was telling her to stay home and not go back to work today.

It hadn't been as bad as (Y/n) expected to start back at work this week. For the last week since (Y/n) agreed to her back to work start date, she had been walking on egg shells. After so many months at home, adjusting to having a baby and always being there for Chris and Bella, coming back to work was a big change that (Y/n) wasn't all too happy with.

Despite the lack of connection with Bella, (Y/n) still wanted to be at home with her. She wanted to be with her baby and pick Chris up from school and be at home with him cooking or doing his homework or playing video games. She thought coming back to work would be a good idea to get back into that routine she had before they had Bella, but it was hard.

(Y/n) had been worried about the reactions and looks she was going to get from her colleagues. They had all been whispering and asking Maddie lots of questions since (Y/n) went on maternity leave and (Y/n) just knew when she went back someone would say something and she would receive those funny looks she was dreading.

So far it had been okay for the first two shifts she had been back. A few odd looks when people thought she wasn't looking. Two people saying they were happy to see her back and asking how her 'surprise baby' was doing. And one chide remark from Lewis, one of the IT guys.

(Y/n) was relieved to be doing the nine to three hours so she could take Chris to school and pick him up and get Bella from daycare. It was also her way of easing back into work. She didn't want to be doing twelve hour shifts anymore, it was going to be too long for her and she needed to be back for the kids if Eddie was also at work.

But she didn't really want to be going to work, she had a great urge to stay home. And she didn't know whether that urge was fuelled by the desire to stay with the kids or stay away from any funny looks and snide remarks she might get at work.

Her first day back at the start of the week, (Y/n) had been looking around the call room every few minutes like she was waiting to find people glaring at her or sniggering her way. She knew people weren't looking, but she checked anyway just like she didn't think she was pregnant each month, but she had still been checking.

Not this month, though, or last month. She had tried to stop. She was trying to prove to herself that she was okay and not checking wouldn't mean she was going to wake up one night suddenly in labour again. She knew she wasn't helping herself by getting into such a habit like that.

"Want a coffee before work?" Eddie's words vibrated through her neck as he crept up behind her. He peppered kisses up and down her neck and moved to kiss the back of Bella's head before he weaved round them to get to the kettle.

Eddie wasn't at work today, another reason (Y/n) didn't want to go in. She didn't want to go knowing Eddie and Bella were going to be home all day, it was a thought that made her desperate to stay with them than to be away from them.

When (Y/n) nodded, Eddie set to work making them both a coffee, adding a splash of milk into hers while he always had his as black as night.

They both heard Chris turn the tv on in the living room, getting his morning fix of a new science programme Buck had recently showed him. It was on almost every morning before school and Chris had made a new routine to watch it before he went.

(Y/n) leaned her cheek on top of Bella's head who was now settled with the teething ring. Her chubby cheeks red hot from crying and she was snuffling and panting, but at least she was calmer now.

She smiled gratefully when Eddie handed her a coffee in her usual mug, a pale lilac colour with Mrs Diaz painted in silver italics with two rings in each corner.

Her eyes followed Eddie as he set about putting waffles in the toaster, arching his hips and bum out while he folded his arms on the kitchen counter. Despite only wearing a pair of jogging bottoms that hung very low around his torso, he looked good. She could see the way his right knee was bent forward and pressing into the counter while his other leg was as straight as a ruler to maintain his balance.

But when she brought her mug to her lips and took a sip, her nose crinkled and her throat tightened at the taste. It was sour. It didn't smell off, although the coffee did smell oddly strong and it wasn't as appealing as normal. (Y/n) took a few more sips, trying to ward off her headache like caffeine usually did but it still didn't settle or taste right.

"Milk's off." She mumbled, sliding the cup across the counter which caused Eddie to frown and grab the carton with a quiet and confused "Off?"

He flipped the cap up and sniffed the bottle before daring to take a small sip. It hadn't been open long and it looked fine when he made a drink. And Chris had his usual cereal for breakfast, he hadn't said it tasted funny and he was particular about anything he would eat or drink.

"Tastes fine to me." Eddie shook his head and reached out for (Y/n)'s cup instead. Maybe it was the coffee. But when he downed a few gulps, despite the odd taste because he was used to black coffee, it wasn't off or tasted sour to him. "It's how you usually like it," He commented softly but his eyes narrowed when (Y/n) started to rub her temple.

She rubbed circles into her temple to try and ward off the migraine but it wasn't working. And just the thought of going to work was making her feel a whole lot worse.

"You okay, mi amor?"

She wanted to answer, but all (Y/n) could do was swallow harshly and shake her head when she could feel the coffee crawling back up her throat.

Pushing forward, she hastily held her arms out towards Eddie who leaned back into the counter and quickly scooped Bella up. His teeth gritted together and his shoulders jerked up when the freezing cold teething ring in Bella's grip pressed down into Eddie's bare chest and he shuffled her round to stop the shockwaves running through his nerves.

He spun Bella round so she was sat on his left forearm with his right arm around her middle, keeping her back pressed into his chest as he jostled her up and down lightly in his arms.

But his eyes focused on (Y/n) when she groaned, digging her waist into the edge of the counter so she could throw up the coffee into the sink.

A few quiet whines from Bella turned into cries and her legs started to kick and swing against Eddie's arm, causing him to rock her up and down a bit more. He pressed his lips to the top of her head, gently shushing her while he moved over towards (Y/n).

"I don't think you should be going into work today." He pressed a longing kiss to her shoulder and nudged his hip against hers while his eyes watched her intently.

Noting the way (Y/n) pressed her hand to her forehead and stayed stooped over the sink, just in case she had anything else to throw up.

"I-it's just nerves, or your coffee."

Eddie balanced on one leg so he could lift his other foot high enough to swat the back of (Y/n)'s thigh playfully. He tilted his chin down and gave her that certain look with an arched brow that told her he didn't believe her. He knew she was nervous, getting back into work after having time off was never easy, but (Y/n) hadn't been nervous enough to throw up the other day on her first shift.

He didn't like the thought of (Y/n) going to work if she was going to be sick and if she was working all day and didn't manage to stomach breakfast or lunch, she would only make herself worse.

"You sure you're good to go? You know Maddie will send you home if she thinks you're ill."

Assured she wasn't going to be sick again, (Y/n) pushed up from the sink, clenching her hands into fists to stop them from subtly shaking. She inched over until she could loop her arms around Eddie's neck, being mindful of Bella in his arms so she could bury herself into his side. Her cheek rested on his shoulder and she felt his lips in her hair.

"Baby you're shaking," Eddie's voice was quiet but the worry was there. He couldn't move his arms with Bella crying in his arms as he tried to jostle her to calm her down. So he settled for nudging his nose into (Y/n)'s hair. He could feel her trembling against him, she wasn't well.

She could feel her resolve fading away the longer Eddie kissed her temple and the longer she leaned into him. She didn't feel well. Her head was splitting apart and she had the kind of shakes she associated with when she felt faint or unwell.

Maybe she should stay home today. Maybe she was coming down with something.

[dilatorywriting]

Hello! May I request 94. With Rook?

I certainly wouldn't mind the smoot if you think it fits into what you write-

Gender Neutral Reader x Rook Hunt Word Count: 1.2k

Prompt 94: "Don’t act innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago."

🌶️ Warning for Mild Spice

[EVENT MASTERLIST]

“Just a bit of chase!” he says.

“The thrill of the hunt can be so fun!” he says.

Except now you’re covered in sweat and doubled over panting like you’re going to go into cardiac arrest. Because Rook’s idea of ‘oh, just a little run around, je promets!’ involved nothing less than a full fucking sprint through the wooded areas of the campus—over hill, and under hill, and godyou were so out of shape.

You gasped into your knees, bent over in anticipation of just, I don’t know. Death? Vomit? All of the above?

“Ah, don’t tell me you’ve given up already, mon cher!” the aforementioned demon cooed from somewhere in the trees. In the trees! Like a literal, freaking hunter of old, and not your coddling boyfriend smiling all pretty when he says ‘just a bit.’ Absolute bullshit. You wanted a refund. “We’ve only just begun!”

“It’s been—” you gasped, swiping a furious hand over your dripping brow, “—an hour! You fucking masochist!”

“A true predator knows best that a subtle, steady approach is always the most satisfying, mon petit lapin,” he hummed, voice echoing discordantly over your head. “And how could I not take my time, when the reward is bound to be so sweet, hmm?”

“What reward?” you snapped. “Me doing this at all is the reward!”

The blonde’s trilling laughter curled through the air like the tinkle of a windchime. Light, and airy, and pleasant. Which was deceptive. And entirely unfair.

“Ah, but mon favori. I doubt you could ever say no to a little death, hmm?” he cooed. And the continued, with an air of faux consideration. “A bit for you, and then perhaps a bit for me. And then a bit more for you—”

Fuck his poetry. It was going to be a big death. A literal death. With rigor mortis, and decay, and a bloating corpse if you didn’t have a chance to collapse into a puddle in the next five minutes. Normally Rook’s sweet sonnets and romantic ramblings were something you found quite endearing. But surely anyone would be pushed past their Cutesy Bullshit Tolerance after being chased like a bat out of hell for the past literal hour. You felt woozy, and wrong footed, and like maybe that muffin you’d snagged for breakfast might be in the process of making up its mind to come back up to say hello.

“You have to run, petit lapin,” that chittering voice called again. “That’s the whole point.”

“No!” you snapped, stomping your foot like a toddler. “I give up! I’m a dumb rabbit! A lame rabbit! A rabbit with no legs! Just—get me already!” you shouted into the leafy canopy.

Silence.

You glared up into the kaleidoscope of greens, eyes narrowed as you searched the shadows. Surely he was somewhere. Somewhere close. You just had to—

And then you were crashing forward with an inelegant screech—a familiar, gloved hand pressing into the skin at the back of your neck and the other twisting into your uniform jacket to push you down into the dirt. And then Rook was sitting astride your hips, looking down at you with a sharp, brilliant gleam in his emerald eyes.

“Ah, mon pauvre lapin perdu,” he sighed, all faux sympathy, and shifted to lean forward so that he could grin into your flushed face. “Whatever shall I do with you, hmm? Rolling over to show your belly so readily. Certainly that’s far from safe.”

There was a tight, warm, whoosh in your gut. A twisting thing that you knew far too well at this point. And it spelled nothing but bad things.

You raised your chin as best as you could, meeting that toothy smirk of his head on, and then—

Ah. Nope. That had been the muffin after all.

Your face went green and you rolled onto your side to barf chunks of banana-nut-nonsense all over the grass.

.

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“Mon cher, how can you ever forgive me?” Rook wailed, dabbing a soft, silk cloth against your heated forehead, nearly in tears. “I have failed you so horribly! So completely! I deserve to be cast from your good graces! Cursed to errer seul! Mutilé par des chiens! Jeté en enfer! Forcé de se repentir pour toujours!—”

“Enough, please,” you whined, pinching at the bridge of your nose. “I’d rather you just, I don’t know, got me a glass of water.”

“Right away!” he chirped, shooting to his feet and darting out the door and down the hall. He was back hardly a moment later, depositing a clean cup into your hands and plunking a curling, purple straw into the center of it.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, leaning forward to take a sip.

“Anything at all for you, mon cher!”

This was almost worse somehow.

“Would you cut it out,” you sighed. “It’s fine. Really. Shit happens.”

He stared up at you from where he was kneeled on the floor at your side with the largest, most doleful eyes you’d ever seen. Like a kicked puppy dog had a sad, sad child with, like, an even more pathetic, more kicked, kitten. You jabbed at him with your foot.

“And stop that!”

“Stop what?” he asked, blinking those stupid, stupid green eyes at you.

“Acting all innocent!” you complained. “You literally had me pinned underneath you, like, five minutes ago!”

“I did, didn’t I?” he hummed, sounding almost pensive. He reached up to tap at his chin, like he was chewing over a thought. “And I wasn’t even able to keep my promise, was I?” he lamented, deflating.

“What promise?” you frowned.

“For a bit of mutual demise,” he sighed. “Une petite mort.”

You felt heat crawl up your cheekbones and all the way to the tips of your ears. Because this had been some whole, elaborate setup, hadn’t it? Something that you’d only agreed to because he’d seemed so, ah, enthusiastic. And then you’d gone and barfed up banana chunks and ruined the whole thing.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

Rook’s head shot up and he reached out to snare your hands in his.

“Non, non, mon cher!” he gasped. “This was hardly your fault to speak of! It is I and my poor planning that ought to make recompence,” he said.

And then, a terribly acute sort of brilliance came over his face. Like a lightbulb went off in his brain. Those green eyes went sharp with focus. He seemed to roll the his words around on his tongue, as if deciding exactly how they ought to taste when he let them fall back out again.

“And recompense I shall make!” he chirped, determined and shifted so his chin was resting in your lap. He sent you a coy little grin that had shivers racing down your spine.

“I literally just threw up,” you complained.

“This will certainly help you feel better,” he offered.

“That’s not the point!” you squawked. “Shouldn’t I—I don’t know—at least brush my teeth or something first?”

“Forgive me, mon petit lapin,” he laughed against your thigh. “But last I checked, I don’t think your mouth has anything do with this. And besides,” he crooned, reaching up to press a firm hand against your shoulder and help ease you down to the mattress below. “That was from overexertion, I’m afraid. Not illness. And I can promise, mon cher, that this time, you won’t have to bother putting any work in at all~”

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[fullsunfilm]

svt maknae line as your bf hcs

pt 2 baby!!

svt x f!reader, all fluff

wc: ~2.1k

read the hyung line ver

minghao

☆ takes you out on artsy dates (museum hopping, painting, decoden, brunch at a boujee cafe, etc.)

☆ takes candid photos of you every chance he gets. he uses them as reference for his art later and as a small pick-up when hes feeling down

☆ he understands the need for individuality in a relationship. although he loves you and you feel the same about him, he makes it clear that the two of you dont complete each other, but instead compliment each other

☆ hes not as openly affectionate around others, but he makes sure you know that hes there by rubbing your knuckles, walking close enough so that your shoulders brush, and leaving a small kiss on your head after each hug

☆ loves to dress you up! he thinks you look great in anything, but he especially likes how the clothes he picks out look on you. youre like his personal fashion model and he loves it

☆ hes super sweet to your family. he shows a lot of respect towards them and they take him in as if he was their long-lost child.

☆ he is brutally honest. he tells you exactly what he thinks and offers suggestions on how to fix things. although he still comforts and reassures you, he also tells you the truth and helps you accept reality

☆ he loves to make you tea! you two even have designated tea time where you both wind down and just talk about life for a bit

☆ the type to ask what youd like for breakfast at night and wake you up with the heavenly smell of his cooking

☆ while walking home from your favorite cafe with freshly-baked pastries, he stops by a local flower shop. when he gets home, he prepares the bouquet in a pretty vase and leaves them on the counter. they remind him of you, and he cant help but smile at the surprised look on your face when you wake up to see the flowers blooming in your kitchen

mingyu

☆ loves the way you look in his clothes. his favorite look on you is when youre in your pajama shorts and one of his big white tees

☆ super clumsy (but its endearing!!). he always finds ways to drop your things, but the sad puppy eyes and string of apologies leaving his lips make you forgive him every time

☆ he. loves. kissing. at the beginning of your relationship, he spent nearly half the time he had with you with his mouth latched onto yours. your friends said he looked at you like he wanted to eat you. he mellows out as time goes on, but the passion from the honeymoon stage of your relationship still lingers

☆ hes not afraid to show everyone that youre his girlfriend.. all the time.. anywhere.. he always shows his affection for you as if no one else was around

☆ the type to bury his face into your neck and hug you from behind all night (he wont let go until you “say the magic word, ‘please’”)

☆ hates that he loves it when you tease him. you think hes so cute when he gets flustered or upset, and although he tells you to knock if off and whines for you to stop messing with him, he secretly loves it.

☆ always shoots you a good morning text! if hes really feeling it, he’ll even send a selfie of him in bed, barefaced, with his hair all poofy and messed up from rolling around in bed

☆ hes a big softie normally, but an even bigger softie for you. he’ll bend over backwards to make you happy, and he never wants you to stop smiling

☆ a bit of a himbo, but it only makes him cuter. he always says dumb stuff that makes you laugh or trips over himself trying to impress you.

☆ gets the warmest, fuzziest, most mind-boggling feeling whenever he thinks of you. his friends always tease him about it (“you look like a real life heart eyes emoji. can you stop thinking about her and focus?”)

seokmin

☆ the most ‘boyfriend’ boyfriend to ever exist. he asks his friends to take photos of him when hes away. he sends them to you and captions them “look! its like we’re on a date <3”

☆ laughs the loudest when youre around. he finds you hilarious and loves your sense of humor

☆ gets drunk and sends you these long, drawn-out text messages where he expresses his love for you and how he wants to marry you. he gets super embarrassed when you tease him about them them the morning after

☆ he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky for him. every time you meet his gaze, his eyes are full of adoration, and a bright smile accompanies them.

☆ loves to pick up things that he knows you like while hes out shopping. he fills his cart with your favorite meal kits, frozen desserts, and even texts you photos of things asking if youd like him to buy them

☆ loves to surprise you with his strength. sometimes you forget just how buff he is due to his loose-fitting, boxy shirts. he loves picking you up randomly and laughs when you yelp in surprise and smack his arm while telling him to put you down

☆ shares everything with you! his clothes, his food, he even clears out one of his dresser drawers for you

☆ always sets up these really elaborate comedic bits with you. he knew he wanted to marry you from the moment you first played along

☆ he loves your hands. hes always messing with them, holding them, massaging them. he just loves your hands so much and especially loves seeing them when your fingers are entwined with his

☆ when he introduces you to his family, they all latch onto you immediately and basically adopt you. they adore you, and hes so happy that they approve of you he accidentally writes your last name as his instead of your own

seungkwan

☆ hes your best friend, and thats what makes your relationship so great. he knows you like the back of his hand, and you return that sentiment equally

☆ when he officially introduces you as his girlfriend to his family, his mom makes a comment about how he wouldnt stop talking about you for months. she adores you (sometimes, seungkwan even thinks that she loves you more than him)

☆ hes great at comforting you and empathizing with what youre going through. he hates seeing you cry, but knows that its needed. he holds you for as long as you need him to and listens to your problems just like you do for him

☆ hes extremely protective of you. not in the sense that he goes overboard and makes it weird, but in the sense that he doesnt want you to get hurt and he’ll confront anyone who he knows has bad intentions towards you

☆ he doesnt put up with your crappy friends’ bullshit. he sees right through them and makes an effort to tell you immediately how he perceives them, but he doesnt force you to follow his advice

☆ on his days off, he wakes you up with kisses and breakfast in bed. when you move to eat, you realize that hes already cut everything into bite-sized portions for you

☆ he peels the rind off of the tangerines his mom sent him before placing them on your plate

☆ although he loves you and wants to stay with you forever, he has no plans set up for the future. he simply wants to stay by your side for as long as he can, and hes willing to do whatever youd like to do in the future with your relationship

☆ he loves it when you call him “kwannie”, he thinks its adorable and feels his cheeks heat up each time

☆ he takes you out on the most romantic picnic dates and always stresses on planning ahead. he brings extras of everything and checks the weather app feverishly to make sure your dates dont get ruined by a drop of rain

vernon

☆ he cracks jokes at you with a straight face and it breaks you every time. he smiles afterwards and stares at you with love in his eyes

☆ he uses cheesy pick-up lines on you even though youre already dating. he loves how you cringe and get all shy, especially when he does it in front of your friends

☆ the two of you spend hours laying in bed and just talking. you talk about anything and everything, and you both end up sleeping as the sun rises

☆ you love his face, and he knows it. hes handsome. he always stares at you and likes watching you fumble whatever is in your hands or trip over yourself like a teenage girl every time he does

☆ he loves at-home dates. hes always wanted to cook a romantic meal for you, but he settles for ordering takeout since he cant figure out the meal kit in your freezer

☆ hes a bit of a blanket hog. the two of you giggle and thrash around the bed on most nights while fighting for the blanket

☆ the type to not question you much when you tell him to do something. if you told him to drink a mysterious liquid, he would. he trusts you completely

☆ you provide each other a sense of safety. you feel safe in his arms and he feels safe in yours. emotionally and physically you both allow each other to sleep soundly.

☆ he buys pairs of beanies whenever he finds cute ones so that he can match with you

☆ he loves to think about the stupidest hypotheticals with you and daydream about alternate realities (he bets that he’d still be yours in all of them)

chan

☆ hes your biggest fan. he loves hyping you up and reassuring you that youre more than enough, that youre beautiful and that hes so glad youre his girlfriend

☆ when he confessed to you, his exact words were “can i be your boyfriend?” instead of “will you be my girlfriend?” because he thought it was too cliché

☆ he loves it when you watch him dance. it makes him go 10x harder than he normally would. after practice is over, he drags you onto the dance floor and pulls you in for a hug, laughing as you whine about how sweaty he is

☆ his eyes are shining when he introduces you to his grandma. the two of you spend the evening talking with her and sipping on hot teas while she makes the tastiest stew youve ever had

☆ his favorite nights are those spent with you. lights off, on the couch with you on top of him and feeling you pressed close against him while the newest episode of your favorite kdrama illuminates the room. (he honestly cant remember what its about, and neither can you, because you both end up kissing and cuddling through multiple episodes)

☆ youre his partner in crime. you spend a lot of time plotting ways to tease his hyungs and end up agreeing to a lot of wild antics that end with the two of you being chased down by a pouty seungcheol

☆ he gets extremely silly around you. for some reason, having you around boosts his confidence, and he cracks more jokes and is way more extroverted in your presence

☆ the first time he heard you crying in bed, he turned you to face him and asked you what was wrong. he held you close, his face inches away from yours, and told you that everything would be okay. you fell asleep in his arms, with his hands running through your hair and the sound of his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep

☆ he put his photocard in the back of your phone case as a joke. every time he sees it, his cheeks get hot, but he cant quite tell if the blush is from embarassment or endearment (“you still havent taken that out yet? …no! its not a problem at all!!”)

☆ he lets you style him, even letting you do his hair and makeup. he says you do a better job than the makeup artists at work. he puts on a show for you afterwards, putting on his model face and letting you host a mini photo shoot for him

a/n: finally finished writing this! tbh i went a bit out of order when writing all 13 members, so this should have been out way earlier than the hyung line one, but.. yeah! hope this is good :> happy 17th heaven release day everyone!!