#he’s tends to be a bit more reserved than they are and he speaks very deliberately

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the one where chan "forgets" your birthday

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genre: slight angst, slight fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: in which chan thinks he forgot your birthday...but you just never told him

pairing: boyfriend!chan x reader

warnings: swearing, mention of eating

word count: 1,169

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You slide your ID out of your wallet and hand it to the waiter. He skips over Chan for a second, ignoring the ID being held between his middle and pointer fingers. His elbow resting on the table, palm facing up practically begging the waiter to take his ID too. The waiter glances at him and finally takes the ID from him once he makes eye contact.

You fail to stifle a laugh at your boyfriend's misery. It's a thing that happens often now when you two go out. Almost every date the two of you go on where the occasion arises for the two of you to be carded, Chan normally doesn't. Especially when he's been working long. The only times you don't get carded and he does is during your very occasional trips to a club. But every week, without fail, the waiter will ask you for your ID and not him, much to his dismay.

Weekly dates, guaranteed time with Chan where you two go out and do some sort of couple thing. Not often do you two order drinks while out, but it's been a long week. Chan's been stuck at the company since your date last week and you were busy with work. The two of you hardly had time to text each other. How you two managed to find time to coordinate this week's date is beyond you.

You place your elbow on the table and rest your chin the the palm of your hand, watching Chan as the waiter double-checked your IDs. He looks better than he did last week. He looked beyond tired, his face paler than normal and the dark bags under his eyes more prominent than you're used to. It's why last week you two just spent a quiet night at your place, cuddling on the couch and watching movies until he fell asleep halfway through the second one. But he looks much more well-rested today. His face has a little more color to it. His black curly hair slightly framing his face. Finally healthy after years of dying and redying. He stares back at you with soft eyes and a smile wide enough to deepen his dimples. He quietly takes your free hand into his, squeezing slightly.

"Here you two are, I'll be right out with your drinks." The waiter hands both of your IDs back. You quickly let go of Chan's hand to take yours back and slip it back into your wallet.

"Thank you," Chan smiles as he puts his wallet back in his pocket.

"You're welcome. Feel free to take a bit longer to look at the menu." The waiter is just about to turn to leave before he suddenly stops and turns to you, "Oh, and happy birthday."

You fight the urge to roll your eyes and just plaster on a small smile. "Thank you,"

You watch as the waiter nods happily before walking off to tend to another table. You shake your head as you put your wallet away.

You don't notice at first, the way that all of the color in Chan's face leaves, turning him chalk-white. Or how his eyes quickly grow impossibly wide as his lips part in silent terror. You can't hear how fast the gears in his head are turning or how hard his head is banging in his chest. Not until you return your hand to his now limp and clammy hand.

"Chan?" Your furrow your eyebrows as you look up at your boyfriend, "What's wrong?"

"I...am so fucking sorry," He speaks with a suffocated whisper.

You tilt your head to the side and squeeze his hand to reassure him despite your now growing concern. "For what?"

His voice cracking and tight, "I forgot your birthday,"

"You--" You start.

"I'm so, so sorry--" Chan pulls out his phone and begins looking for something.

"Chan--" You try a little louder this time.

"--what kind of boyfriend--"

"Chris--" You try again.

"How did I forget it was your fucking birthday--"

"Christopher--" You place your hand on his, trying to get him to look at you.

"--I normally don't forget things like that--"

"Bahng Christopher Chahn," You nearly shout, finally getting his attention.

Chan stops and looks up, his eyes red and on the verge of tears. "I'm really, really sorry."

You look around the restaurant, taking in the atmosphere. The lights are dim creating a calming ambiance. The other patrons quietly talk amongst themselves. You can barely hear them over the soft classical music playing in the background. You and Chan are in a more secluded area covered by a plant to give you privacy from prying eyes.

"You don't have anything to be sorry about. You didn't forget my birthday," You say softly, stroking the back of his hand to calm him down, "I never told you when my birthday was."

"You...never told me? How is that...how did that even happen?"

Truth be told, it just never came up. You met after your birthday and started dating shortly after. With both of your busy schedules, it never really came up. You know Chan's birthday because of all the posts you see circulating on various social media sites by fans. His birthday is hard to miss, it's practically a national holiday.

"I don't really celebrate my birthday. It's...it's a long story. I'll tell you one day. But to me, it's just another day. You know I don't like that much attention on me anyway. I rather just let the day pass, without much of a fuss."

"That's understandable. It scared me though. I thought I forgot and I don't ever want to hurt you like that. You're really important to me. Everything about you is...even your birthday. But if you don't want to celebrate it, I won't push you." Chan takes both of your hands in his, lacing your fingers together.

"Thank you." You smile, "And I should have at least told you so you didn't have to panic like that. I'm sorry,"

"It's okay," He smiles, his dimples reappearing on his cheeks. "Want me to say something to the waiter so they don't do the whole dessert and singing thing?"

"If you don't mind." You sigh, relieved that you’re not going to have to ask Chan to do it for you later.

"I'll tell him when he gets back with our drinks." Chan presses his lips together into a fine line, “Can we at least go get ice cream or something later? I promise not to sing 'Happy Birthday' or anything. I just feel like you should still have something special today.”

You crack a smile, trying not to laugh at your boyfriend’s sudden sheepishness, “Yeah, we can go get ice cream.”

“Can’t I get you a gift? A small one?” He suggests.

“Chan,” You sigh, ready to argue back.

“Sorry,” He runs his hand through his hair. “I just feel bad still.”

“We’ll talk about it more later. For now, let’s just figure out what to eat.”

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Buy me a coffee?

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Cherry Bomb (pt. 3)

Remus Lupin x f!reader, James Potter x f!reader (mentioned), Sirius Black x f!reader (mentioned)

warnings: smut, p in v, i think it’s protected atp idk, fingering, underage smoking, very dom remus, long af but omg i’m so in love with it

summary: the last part of your plan is far harder to achieve than the first two and it’s far more complicated.

word count: 5k

a/n: ahhh here’s the last part (i think?) anyway sorry it’s long i got carried away but ugh i love remus so much. sorry if my characterization is off, ever since atyd i see him as sarcastic. yeah i love this, hope you guys do too :)

~~~

Out of all the marauders, Remus Lupin was by far the most liked. He was quiet, but not invisible. He was the most sensible out of all the boys and the most polite. Though he did tend to be witty and sarcastic, he was kind at heart. But he was also the hardest one to get close to. Quiet, reserved, beautiful Remus with his nose always stuck in a book. There was always something about him that made girls fall fast. But that was the thing. It was always so easy to fall in love with him. So, if one ever wanted to shag Remus Lupin, they would have to deal with the consequences of loving him. Because he was nothing like his mates. He didn’t shag just anyone. No. He had to choose you. And to be chosen by him was the biggest accomplishment and the biggest curse. Because once you get him, you will never want to let him go.

~~~

Avoiding two of the marauders is nearly impossible. Each corner you turn it seems you run into one of them, or both. And each time their eyes find you they show the same expressions. Confusion. Frustration. Perhaps even a bit of sadness. You debate throwing away the entire plan daily. It’s unfair, the way you’re playing with their minds. But the lingering knowledge that you’re so close to completing the plan entirely keeps you going. Because surely, all your hurt feelings can’t be for nothing.

Right?

You speak to James only once after your shag in the broom closet. It’s a week or two after, he’s been chasing you around, and you’ve been avoiding him. But you decide he deserves some amount of closure. Sweet, lovely, innocent James. You find him alone in the library and take your opportunity. The way he smiles when he sees you approaching makes your heart ache terribly and regret fills your stomach.

“Y/n I’ve been trying to catch you, how are you?” He asks once you’re close enough to hear his quiet tone.

He looks so happy, you feel sick.

“Yeah, I just you know… haven’t been feeling too great,” you lie.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Sit if you’d like, I’ve been attempting to study for the potions test. Aren’t you good with potions? Could you help me possibly?”

You inhale deeply. You could really use a cigarette right now. You’ve broken things off with guys before, but this feels different. In the other cases, you’ve had reasons. For this case though, you have none. James is innocent in all of this. It makes you nauseous.

“Listen, James,” you start, your voice soft. “What happened was great, I enjoyed it a lot, but it was a mistake. I like you, you’re very sweet, but I don’t think we should do anything else.”

Watching his face fall is by far the most horrid sight you’ve ever seen. All the happiness fades fast and leaves behind a bitter frown. He looks down at his papers, toying with his quill.

“I see…” He looks back up, a fake smile on his lips. “That’s alright, it was fun. I’m not really looking for anything serious like that either, so I understand.”

You swallow hard. “I really do like you James, believe me, but it’s just not the right time for this.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine.”

“And...” You pause for a second. “You won’t tell anyone?”

He nods. “Not a soul. This will be our little secret.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

“Well then, I’ll let you get back to your potions. Thanks for... everything.” You give him one last smile before turning on your heels and making your way out of the library.

You almost put an end to it right then and there, but then you see the tallest marauder walking down the hall with Peter. His hands are in his pockets, his book bag slung over one of his shoulders. For a split second his eyes meet yours as the two of you pass each other.

He gives you a small awkward smile.

Fuck.

~~~

To catch Remus Lupin alone you must take the risk of losing your house some points. You wait a week before making your move, for safety. After your conversation with James, the only marauder to pay attention to you is Sirius. He’s still set on telling everyone that the two of you shagged, but thankfully, not many people believe him. Not even his best mates.

It’s a very quiet night when you sneak out after curfew. A night you know one particular prefect is doing rounds on his own. You wander through the castle quietly, making sure to avoid the areas in which teachers lurk. Goosebumps form on your skin, you should’ve worn more than a tee-shirt and sweatpants, but you needed to look casual.

As you’re about to turn a corner, you spot Filch. Panic surfaces inside you and you quickly turn around and run as quietly as you can down the hall. You take a few turns and just as you’re about to relax, you hear a voice.

“It’s past curfew, what are you doing out here?”

Your heart stops for a completely different reason.

It’s him.

You turn to face him and shyly smile. You watch his face change as he recognizes you.

“Oh, it’s you.” He narrows his eyes. “Off to shag my mate again, are you?”

“I never shagged him,” you reply, crossing your arms over your chest. “And I’m out for a completely different reason.”

“What reason is that?”

You shrug. “Personal reason.”

“Ah well, hope it was worth losing your dear Ravenclaws ten points. Get back to your dorm before someone else catches you,” he says, turning away from you.

You watch as he walks down the hall, not giving you another thought. You would’ve replied sarcastically if you could speak for that matter. Once he disappears, all you can do is shamefully make your way back to your house's common room, now understanding why James likes being a chaser.

~~~

Some time passes before you get Remus alone. Each time you see him during the day, he’s accompanied by one of the marauders and you can’t sneak out during his rounds again because your fellow Ravenclaws were not pleased. You’re smoking behind the castle when you happen to finally catch him walking alone. You immediately take your chance.

“Lupin!” You call out to him. You get up from the bench you were sitting on and walk to him.

Thankfully, he stops walking and turns back to face you. “Y/l/n. Is there something I can help you with?”

You can tell from the tone of his voice he’s trying to be polite; it makes your insides warm.

“Yeah, actually there is. I was wondering if you could help me with my transfiguration essay. You’re the smartest lad in the year,” you answer, taking a small puff of your cigarette. You hold it up to offer him a hit, he shakes his head.

“Those things will kill you,” he says. “But I suppose I can help a bit. I assume you’re free right now?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Let me take a look.”

A smirk forms on your lips, and you let out a breath of smoke purposely into his face. “Take a girl to dinner first.”

He swats the air, fanning away the smoke. “Are you going to show me or not? I have things to take care of.”

“Sorry.” You hate the way your face burns. “Come see.”

The two of you make your way to the bench and you take out your essay. Truthfully, you are already finished with it, and you think your work is good. But much to your dismay, only a few seconds after he starts reading it, Remus takes out a muggle pen and begins crossing things off.

“What’s wrong?”

“Your spelling is shit, and you’ve contradicted your argument at least twice already and I’m only on the second paragraph,” he answers, his eyes glued to the paper. “Maybe if you spent more time studying than shagging and smoking, you’d have this information down. We reviewed it a few weeks ago.”

You scoff. “I have not been shagging.”

“Sure,” he mumbles, crossing off another sentence.

“I swear, Sirius is mistaken.” You lie.

He turns his head, his green eyes meeting yours. “Who said I was referring to Sirius?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you cough due to the smoke. Is he talking about James? Your heart rate increases, and anxiety flows throughout your body. Did James tell? You catch your breath, your eyes meeting his again. He looks unamused.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t shagged anyone in months, not that it’s your business,” you say.

“You should really practice more on your lying; you are shit at it.” He hands your essay back to you and stands. “I left a few notes of some things you should change, but my biggest suggestion is that you reread the textbook, and perhaps find some more... enticing quotes. Is that all then? Like I said, I’ve got some other business to tend to.”

For a few seconds, all you can do is stare up at him, your mouth hung open ever so slightly. You previously thought Remus Lupin to be a timid boy who went along with the rest of the marauders because he couldn’t say no. Now though, you realize all those assumptions are wrong. He’s quiet, but not timid.

“What do you know?” You question.

“Quite a lot, thanks for the chat.”

Before you can even think of a response, he’s already walking away. You can’t let him slip away again.

“I’ll get it out of you Remus Lupin if it’s the last thing I do!”

He turns his head over his shoulder and chuckles, the sound sending warmth straight to your core. “We’ll see.”

And just like that, he’s gone, and you’re left flustered with rosy cheeks.

You did save the best for last.

~~~

Falling for the third marauder is easier than anything. Almost unconsciously, you begin to fail classes so that he can help you with work, you learn his route around the castle to see him at least once a day, and you sneak around the castle some nights, but he always ends up finding you somehow.

One night, a little over a month after you’ve started your game, something unexpected happens. You’re out after curfew once again, tiptoeing around the castle to see where the tallest prefect is when he appears from behind you. Like usual, he crosses his arms and clears his throat, making you quickly spin on your heels to face him. How does he always sneak up on you?

“How many times am I going to catch you before you start following the rules? I’m sure your fellow Ravenclaws aren’t too pleased with you,” he says. You look up at him, a genuine blush on your face. He narrows his eyes. “You want me to catch you, don’t you?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

You look away nervously. The plan never involved gaining real feelings for any of the marauders, yet here you were. Standing in your sleepwear after curfew with your heart racing in your chest at the mere sight of one of them. Though you try to deny it, you know deep down you’re crushing hard, and you know it will only end badly.

“I uh... I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m just on a little stroll back from a smoke that’s all,” you reply after a few seconds, your hands anxiously fiddling with one another.

He rolls his eyes. “Listen, I don’t know what your objective is or has been, but whatever it is it’s not going to happen.”

“Remus I-”

“Sirius, I understand, he would sleep with the giant squid if it had tits. But James, really? He may be more of an... active person than myself but he has far more feelings than you think.” He takes a step forward; he towers over you. You swear you can’t breathe. “You may have fooled them, but you don’t fool me. I can see right through you y/l/n and you’re sick.”

You move backward; he follows each step. “You... you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?”

Your back hits a wall, panic rises in you. Your eyes fall to his hands, and a bit of relief washes over you when you see he’s not holding his wand. But then another thought takes over. Is he going to hit you? When you look back up, he’s only inches away from you, his hazel eyes piercing down into yours. He places one of his hands on the wall next to your head. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, really. I’m sorry,” you mumble, your words genuine.

“So, what was your goal then? To shag all of us and take your pick of who’s best? Peter would’ve been far easier than James you know,” he replies.

“It was just a stupid idea, I don’t know. It didn’t mean anything deeper I swear.” You’re rambling now, the threat of tears evident in the burning of your eyes. You try your hardest to keep any from falling, you can’t cry in front of Remus.

He sighs. “You’re lucky Sirius is oblivious, and James is trusting. If they knew the truth, you’d have the whole school against you.”

“Wait, they don’t know?”

He rolls his eyes again. “Of course not. If they knew you’d be getting hexed almost all day every day.”

“Then how do you know?”

“I notice a lot more than people think. Did you honestly think no one saw you go up to our dorm with Sirius that night at the party? And did you honestly think none of us would notice James’s change in attitude? You think you know more than you actually do,” he explains.

For a few seconds, the two of you only stare at each other. You don’t know what to think. You should’ve known this would happen. Someone was going to catch on. You wish you had never done it. Any of it. Everything would be so much simpler if you’d simply stayed the quiet Ravenclaw girl who never interacted with the marauders. But you can’t go back, no matter how much you wish you could. You can only make it right moving forward.

“I’m sorry, truly Remus.” There’s so much more you want to say, but you can’t. You can’t fathom the words.

“If you’re truly sorry, stop. I won’t be the next pawn in your game,” he says, his voice slightly lower than before. You watch the way his eyes shift, the way he licks his lips, and moves his head down so he’s almost eye level with you. Your breath catches in your throat. “I suppose I pity you though because you and I both know this has become more than a game to you now.”

You turn your head, but he grabs your chin and forces you to look him in the eye.

“You fancy me.”

“I-”

“Don’t try to deny it. Like I said, I can see right through you.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s over now,” you whisper, a tear nearly escaping one of your eyes.

He inhales deeply and you notice his eyes trail over your body for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “You’re right. It is over now.”

He lets go of you and backs away and for the first time since encountering him tonight, you feel like you can breathe normally. You stay on the wall, silently catching your breath as he walks further down the hall. But just before he’s about to turn a corner, he looks back at you.

“Or perhaps it’s simply my turn to play with you. Oh, and that’s twenty points from Ravenclaw. Goodnight.”

You fall asleep with his words burning in the back of your mind, and an ache between your thighs.

~~~

After that night, everything is different. You try to avoid them all and go back to the way things were before, you really do. You scribble out the page in your journal with their names, you keep your head down in the halls, and you skip the parties they host. It’s Remus who’s begun playing. Somehow, he continues knowing where you are and appears at random times. Whether you’re studying in the library, and he just so happens to need a book from that section, or you’re out by the lake with your friends and he walks by. You know it’s intentional, but it still manages to leave you hot and bothered each time.

“I thought you said the plan was off?” Your friend says one particular day when the two of you are eating lunch.

You look at her, confused. “It is.”

“Then why has Lupin been staring at you this whole meal?”

Instinctively, you look across the Great Hall and immediately catch those all-too-familiar hazel eyes. He doesn’t look away, at least, not for a moment. He stares at you with no shame, and even from the distance you can sense something different from the look in his eyes. Before you can fully figure it out though, he turns his attention back to the other three marauders.

“Did you shag him?” Your friend asks.

“No, I told you what happened,” you answer, focusing your attention back on the food on your plate. “I wish he’d stop.”

Your friend laughs. “Nah, you don’t.”

You hate how she’s right.

~~~

Nearly two months have passed when you finally confront Remus.

You’re sitting in the astronomy tower, a cigarette between your lips, and a scowl on your face. You can’t take it any longer. Wasn’t he the one who told you off? Wasn’t he the one who told you to stop the games? He was. You know it. So, why has he kept it going? He had said that it was his turn, but that was many weeks ago. How long did he plan to keep this going? You let out a cloud of smoke, frustration taking over your body at the thoughts.

“How many points shall I take off tonight? Forty? Fifty?” You feel him sit next to you, but you refuse to look at him. “You haven’t been out after dark in a while though, I’ll give you that.”

“What do you want Lupin?” You ask, annoyed.

He chuckles. “What do any of us want really?”

You look at him with a straight face, hating the way butterflies take over your stomach at the sight of him so close to you. Despite the scars on his face, you find him more beautiful than any boy. More than James, even more than Sirius. There is something so extraordinary about Remus you can’t explain. You wish it would go away.

“Why can’t you leave me alone?” You question after taking another drag from the cigarette.

“I haven’t spoken to you in over a month, I don’t know what-”

“Yes, you know what I mean.” You cut him off. You exhale your last breath of smoke and throw the cigarette off the tower. “I’m trying to leave this all in the past and move on like you said but you’ve made it quite difficult.”

“Seems you don’t like the taste of your medicine love. It’s hard, isn’t it? Trying to avoid someone when they always seem to end up exactly where you are. It gets rather annoying, doesn’t it? Especially when you secretly enjoy it,” he replies.

Your eyes meet again and that familiar trouble to breathe begins. He’s looking at you in a way you don’t know how to feel about. It’s not like Sirius’s drunken stare or James’s needy stare. No. This one, though the same lustful, is far deeper.

“Just tell me what you want Remus,” you eventually say, your voice lower than before. “What do you want?”

“I want you to get out of my head. I want to look at you and feel nothing. I want everything to go back to how it was before you decided to fuck with my friends and me,” he answers.

You swear your heart stops for a few beats. “Then let all of that happen.”

“You think I haven’t tried?”

You stay silent.

“I never wanted this, any of it.”

You look down. “I know.”

“Don’t do that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Merlin, I give up, you win y/n. You bloody win.”

You’re about to ask what he exactly means, but he acts faster. In the blink of an eye, his lips are on yours. You can’t grasp it at first. You’re kissing Remus Lupin; Remus Lupin is kissing you. The boy who unintentionally caught your heart is kissing you. It’s unbelievable, it’s undeniable, and it’s far from underrated. You don’t hesitate to kiss him back, even through your initial shock.

His hands cup your cheeks, his thumbs stroke your skin ever so gently. You wrap your arms around his neck, one of your hands toying with the hair on the back of his head. He’s a good kisser, very good. That’s why when he parts your lips, you protest.

“Why did you-”

“If we’re going to do this, you have to promise me it’s not a game anymore y/n.”

Your head is fuzzy from how intently he’s looking at you. “I promise Remus, that game has been over for a while.”

“You swear it?”

“I do. Do you?”

“Of course.” There are a few seconds of silence before he sighs, one of his fingers now playing with a piece of your hair. “We have to keep it secret.”

“I know,” you say.

He brushes the piece of hair behind your ear, the intimate gesture sending tingles throughout your body. “I don’t want it to be a quick shag either,” he adds.

“What do you want it to be then?”

The smile he gives you makes your stomach flip. “More.”

~~~

More from Remus Lupin is everything.

After that night, the two of you begin something you don’t exactly know how to name. You would call it a secret relationship, but the thought of that gives you a stomachache. The two of you don’t interact during the day, at least not where anyone else can see. He passes you in the hall as if you’re a stranger, but the second he catches you around a corner in an empty hallway he showers you with affection. And at night when the two of you sneak off, he touches you in ways you never thought possible.

He shows you so many new places in the castle you never knew of. Secret passages, secret rooms, all of it. You never question how he knows all of it, you only hold his hand tighter as he guides you. When he suggests a more secluded place to meet, you of course agree. Though, you never expect that place to be the shrieking shack.

“There’s no way you’re serious,” you say. The two of you are outside, near the Whomping Willow. You make sure to stay out of its reach. “The shrieking shack? That place is haunted, the ghosts don’t even go there because of how scary it is.”

“Obviously I’m not Sirius love, you only shagged him once,” he sarcastically replies, rolling his eyes to emphasize his joke.

“Remus.”

“The shrieking shack is not haunted, believe me, that’s only a silly rumor made so that people won’t go to it. Me, James, Sirius, and Peter go all the time. It has a bed, and given our activities I say we utilize that,” he explains.

You bite your lip. “Are you positive?”

He moves a bit closer to you and places a hand on your shoulder, leaning down so he’s at eye level with you. “You know I would never let anything hurt you, you can trust me.”

“Alright, but how are we supposed to get there so late? It’s in Hogsmeade,” you question.

He chuckles. “Haven’t you learned by now the marauders have many secret ways?”

“Yes, but we’re not in the castle right now how are we to- Remus don’t go any closer you’re going to get hurt you-” You pause, your mouth hung open as you watch the whomping willow go completely still. “How did you...”

“Secrets love, now come, it’s getting late,” he says, holding a hand out to you.

You don’t hesitate to take his hand and follow him into the tree, nothing else is said.

Surprisingly, the walk isn’t too long. It’s dark, gloomy, and a bit cold, but it’s not terrible. At the end of the tunnel, there’s a door. Something in Remus’s posture shifts, almost as if he’s anxious. You squeeze his hand to try to reassure him of whatever he needs, he gives you a smile through the dark that makes your cheeks warm.

The shrieking shack isn’t big, not at all. It’s a simple building with a few rooms and a short staircase. Remus brings the two of you to what you presume is the bedroom though the only indicator is a mattress, blanket, and pillow on the floor. There’s a small fireplace in the room as well, shockingly full of wood and some candles placed near the mattress. The entire shack is creaky and dusty, but you don’t mind. As long as there’s no ghosts, it’s perfect. Remus lets go of your hand and moves to start a fire. You sit down on the mattress and light the candles around.

“What do you guys use this place for?” You ask.

“It’s just a place we come to sometimes when we don’t want to be around other people,” he answers. His back is still turned to you, you could stare at it all day. “Sirius was the first one to discover it wasn’t haunted.”

“Oh? How did he find that out?”

“He’s always been the bravest out of us, though I think he just wanted another rule to break.”

You chuckle. “That sounds like him.”

He finally stands and turns to face you, a bright fire burning behind him. “You would know, you shagged him.”

“Oh, shut up,” you say as you slide off your shoes.

He begins to walk to you. “Can I ask you a question?”

“This context doesn’t seem good, but yes you can,” you reply.

“Be completely honest, out of the three of us, who’s the best?”

He’s standing right in front of you now. You look up at him, a coy smile on your lips, and begin to untie his shoelaces. “You are of course.”

“For some reason, I think your answer is biased,” he says with a laugh.

You trail your hands up his legs after he steps out of his sneakers, stopping once you reach his belt buckle. It quickly gets undone. “What would make you say that?”

He laughs again. “Just a hunch I guess.”

Your moment of control is taken fast when he pushes you down on the mattress, his lips attacking yours. It isn’t a lie though; he is the best. Unlike with Sirius and James, you share such deeper feelings for Remus. Each time he touches you, you practically melt into the palm of his hand. He’s caring. He’s gentle, but rough when need be. Though the two of you argue sometimes, it always is resolved with a hug, a kiss, or a shag. So, in the simplest of words, Remus Lupin is the perfect boy in every way.

All your clothes are discarded quickly, his too. He kisses you deeply as he uses his fingers on you. Sometimes you wonder where he’s learned all his skills from, but even thinking about him with another girl has started to make your stomach hurt. Instead, you focus on how good two of his fingers feel inside you. They’re so long, so slender. More than once in class you’ve been completely distracted by the sight of his hands, specifically his fingers, even more specifically when he’s wearing rings on them. They feel just as you imagine, extraordinary.

When you cum, you’re moaning a mess into his mouth, your body shaking. He milks every last bit of your orgasm out of you before stopping. You watch through heavy lids as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum, the sight makes you audibly groan.

“I need you,” you whisper, running one of your hands through his hair.

“Do you?” There’s something in the tone of his voice mixed with the way he’s looking at you that makes your heart ache in your chest.

You nod. “In so many ways Rem.”

“Promise?”

“Always.”

He moves inside you slowly at first, but he finds a decent pace after a few minutes. Because of his height, you weren’t at all surprised at the size of his cock. It’s by far the biggest you’ve ever encountered and the best. Though sometimes it leaves you sore, it always leaves you in a daze of dopamine.

Remus struggles to keep his head at your level as he fucks you. He presses soft kisses to your forehead, one of his hands intertwined with yours. You’ve never felt such intimacy in your life, it almost makes tears form in your eyes.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he says, his voice shaky. “Even if it’s not true.”

“I’m yours, Rem, completely,” you reply. His hips meet yours harder, and you moan. “All yours I’m all yours.”

Neither of you lasts much longer than that.

In the aftermath as the two of you hold each other, he rests his head on your chest. You run your fingers through his hair softly, the sound of his breathing like music to your ears. It’s at this moment you realize just how deeply you care for him. You hate what you did with that silly plan, but you don’t think you’d change it. If ending up in this moment only came from the plan, you’d do it over a million times.

“Is this real?” Remus asks after some time.

You sigh and press a kiss to the top of his head. “Yes. This is real.”

And so, it is.

[miguelswifey04]

miguel o’hara x shy! wife hcs

-very cute/fluffy/suggestive!!

minimal words spoken, you give short curt phrases but you are literally a woman of a few words <3 your actions speak louder than words

always writing him love letter or leaving cute love notes scattered all over the apartment to let miguel know how much you dearly love him since you find yourself struggling to be more verbal about it (you try and it works with time)

miguel writes back on the cute love notes you leave around the house such as “thank you mi hermosa preciosa” “eres mi mundo y mi reina” “yo te amo mucho!” just sweet affirmations

sometimes you stumble on your words or stutter a bit when you tell miguel how much you love him & he finds it cute when you do that, he’ll slightly squish your cheeks or cup your face to plant a kiss on your lips which turns you into a blushing mess 🧞‍♀️

you LOVEEE writing so you always write him poems or haikus, and you either read them out loud to him or have him read them while you’re both cuddling in bed together

every time the you’re around other spider people (you’re a non-spider person) they always asks how you fell for miguel since he seems like a totally different person at work but you tell them he’s actually a sweetheart he just needs to warm up to others & he’ll eventually open up slowly

cute little picnic dates whether it is at the park or the rooftop of a building miguel had taken you too

when he isn’t busy he’ll suit up and hold you by the waist as he swings through the city !! your guys favorite pastime together and you get to stargaze together 🔭

very outspoken when you’re excited about something and miguel cherishes that side of you even though you’re very much a quiet/reserved person :3

nsfw: miguel cages your head while he fucks you because you tend to be a blabbing/whimpering mess while you avoid eye contact so he does that because he loves seeing your face contort in pleasure. “please, i need to see you when i’m in you, mi vida..”

he will hold your chin in place so you don’t look away because he needs to see you and he loves seeing your face, so don’t be shy!!

spooning, missionary, mating press, or riding him are very intimate positions that you and miguel enjoy very much <33

he actually praises and worships you a lot, he will rarely degrade you but when he does it’s just soft dirty talking—he’s never said anything vulgar to you because you’re not that into it & that’s okay!

miguel’s safe space is you 🧘🏽‍♀️🫶🏽

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @emiemiemiii @meeom @sabcandoit @obi-mom-kenobi

[staytinyville]

Who's Your Daddy?

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↣ Summary: You had been giving Yunho a hard time just to rile him up. While on Idol Radio to promote your group’s new album, fans began to see just the kind of relationship you had with ATEEZ's own golden retriever. Spoiler Alert! He doesn't act like one in bed. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Yunho x afab!reader

↣ Genre: Mature (MDNI)

↣ AU/Trope info: idol!au, idol!reader, 

↣ Warnings: mean dom!Yunho, bratty!reader, degradation, 

↣ Word Count: 2.3k

↣ A/N: I imagine this whole thing to be part of my made up universe with a girl group that is part of KQ. Honestly if you guys love them and all I am more than happy to create their own masterlist with imagines that cater to them. I also have so much lore for them too! I would love to answer questions if you guys have any!

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The large smile on your face hadn’t left since the moment you had stepped into the studio with your bandmates and the hosts. Idol Radio was something you had always enjoyed being on because you got the chance of speaking a bit more freely with a fellow idol while also talking about things you enjoyed. 

This season called for labelmates Yunho and Hongjoong to be the hosts–which you were so excited to be part of. You always loved doing things with any of the ATEEZ boys along with your other members. 

You had been a trainee alongside them, having joined before Yunho and starting the girl group, Luuz, within KQ Entertainment. While your group had debuted a year after them, you had still grown very close for being in such a small company. You all worked well together and it was something the fans were quick to catch on. 

Hongjoong and Yunho were talking about certain topics that the fans would bring up on Idol Radio social media, which led to the one you were currently having. 

“Something that you guys do is express your love languages a lot throughout your little shows and all those.” Hongjoong spoke up, looking over at Yunho who nodded his head. “It's something that you do with everyone including us.” He explained looking back over at you and your two other members. 

You sat closest to Hongjoong, swinging back and forth on the swivel chair. The oldest member followed you, seated in the middle. And your youngest member was stationed at the end. 

“We appreciate that a lot.” Hongjoong added, making you smile wider. 

“Oh yeah.” The oldest member spoke up first. “We each have different kinds for both giving and receiving.” She explained. “I really like when people give me their time but I really love giving words of affirmation.” She told the boys wanting to clear out what kind of person she was. 

“I am a huge person when it comes to gift receiving.” The youngest laughed. “It sounds so bad but I swear it can be anything. A little girl once gave me a painted rock and to this day it’s in my room.” She continued her story. “For giving, I am the kind of person who tends to do acts of service.”

“With us, I feel how close we are and how well we get along those are just the kinds of things we do.” You turned to Hongjoong. “Just like how you guys all are so close, that is how we are. It’s common for us to do those kinds of things.”

“With how you are, how can we not?” Your oldest member laughed. 

You were the only extrovert in the group. While the others were quiet and a bit more reserved, you were the one who brought them out of the shells. A lot of fans tended to compare you to Wooyoung or Yunho, but you were just the kind of person who took charge of a lot of things. That was why you were the leader. If you hadn’t demanded things, you weren’t sure if your group would even be a group. 

You giggled hiding your face from the red blush blooming hearing the coos from the fans outside. “Personally, my love language is words of affirmation.” You added into the conversation. “And I enjoy gift giving.” You finished. 

“With how you are I would assume it was physical touch.” Hongjoong snorted, causing Yunho to laugh in agreement. 

“Are you kidding me?” The youngest butted in. “(Y/N), loves getting attention of any kind. She is almost always asking for physical touch.” She expressed. 

“She does!” The oldest cackled. “She is always asking someone for a hug or to hold hands. She's so cute about it!”

Your face began to grow even more red, causing you to finally cover it with both hands. You began to laugh out in embarrassment which only made everyone else awed at how cute you were being. Your older member poked at your cheek as she awed and Hongjoong laughed loudly. 

“We pass by in the hallways of KQ and she has to stop us with a handshake or high five or a full on hug.” Hongjoong expressed. “Like we have places to be!” He giggled, poking fun at you. 

“Ya!” Your youngest shouted pointing at Hongjoong. “She does do that!”

“I saw her for the first time just not ask for that with Yunho the other day.” The oldest member confessed. “All she gave him was a hi.”

You sucked in a breath as a smile quickly overtook your lips. You kept your head down, pressing your lips together to keep from saying anything as you looked over at the tall man. He raised his eyebrow at you, tilting his head to the side in challenge. 

“She did do that.” Yunho licked his lips, giving you a pointed look. “Very sad to not get a hug.”

“It was a cheery hello.” You spoke up, hands in your lap as you straighten your back. 

“Sure.” Yunho tongued at his cheek, looking away from you. 

You watched how his hands tapped at the table, veins popping out. Your shoulders dropped as you kept your eyes on them, zoning out for just a moment. You smacked your lips looking back up when Hongjoong switched the topic of conversation. 

The rest of the radio show went easy and quickly. The group got to do a little dance for the title track on your latest album which meant getting Yunho and Hongjoong to join. Everytime Yunho would step closer to you, you would move to the other side, giggling when you would skip over. 

You kept your hands behind your back the whole time when you weren’t doing anything, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. Each time you would catch Yunho’s gaze you would see him poke at his cheek with his tongue and his eyes give you warning looks. It made shivers go down your spine when you took in the kind of energy he was giving you. 

“You guys are going back on tour this coming fall, right?” Yunho asked, looking at your other members. 

You glared for a split second, pouting just a bit before turning to your members. 

“Yes, we had a bit of a break before going to America to continue our Kings and Queens tour. From there we will be traveling to Europe, which should be fun.” The oldest shared. 

You guys talked a little bit about what touring was like for each of you and how different it was to ATEEZ schedule and tour. 

When the break came up, you and the girls would wave at the fans for a moment, reading over their signs and giving them kisses and hearts. Hongjoong and Yunho separated from the three of you, going over to the snack table where they had requested specific ones just for your groups. They knew what kind of things you liked so they decided to ask for those kinds of snacks. 

You moved along the window, standing next to Yunho as you tried to look around him for what they had. 

“Here.” Yunho said, handing you a bag of grapes.

Your eyes went wide and a large grin spread across your face as you took in the fruit. Just as you were about to reach out for them, Yunho was quick to swipe them out of your reach, causing you to pout. 

“Yunho.” You whined, trying to reach out again. But he was quicker, taking a step back as he laughed to keep the facade that you were just messing around. He hid the grapes behind his back, looking at you expectantly. 

“What do you say?” He asked, raising his brow as he looked at you with a demanding expression. 

You rolled your eyes playfully, sticking your bottom lip out as you frowned. Yunho gave you the bag of grapes when the staff began to go back to their seats and were about to ask you all to return back to the radio. Your smile returned to your face as you ripped the plastic open and popped a grape into your mouth. 

“You want words of affirmation?” Yunho whispered in your ear as he passed you. “Then earn them.”

*****

You laid on your back as quick pants were flowing out of your mouth. You were mewling, arching your body off the bed as Yunho laid kisses against your neck to rile you up. Your hands were tied to the bedpost with some tie he had laying around the room. Your hands were clenched in fists as the need to reach out for Yunho became too much. 

But you knew why you were in the position you were in. You had warranted it. 

“Want to be praised?” Yunho scoffed against your skin, hands trailing ticklishly along the length of your raised arms. “Not when you act like that.” He leaned up off of you, hands roughly following down your body as they applied harsh pressure which made you moan out and try to follow after them. 

“What did you think you were going to get?” He asked, sitting on his knees as his chest was on display for you to see. 

He mockingly pouted, eyes looking down at your legs that were clenched together as you wiggled around to get friction on your wet core. He almost laughed at how you wiggled about, knowing you weren’t going to get anything out of your restlessness. He splayed his fingers on your thigh, holding it down in place. 

“Or is it that you want to be degraded?” He taunted, finger digging into the flesh of your thigh. “That’s what the brat wants?” He suddenly leaned forward, getting a gasp from you as you tried to move your head back from him. 

“She likes when I call her a slut.” He mocked. 

“No, I don’t.” You panted, moving your legs so that you could feel Yunho’s skin on your thighs at least. “Only good girl.” You whined, closing your eyes as Yunho’s large hand found purchase on your neck. 

His fingers were long enough to not only cover the entirety of your throat, but to also reach up into your chin and cheeks. He dug the pads on his fingers into the flesh, shaking your head back and forth lightly.

“Not mine, that's for sure.” He scoffed, lightly shoving your head to the side as his fingers dug into your chubby cheeks. 

“No!” You cried out when he moved away again. “Only Yunho’s good girl.” You babbled, trying to push him back into your hips to get some stimulation. 

“No, no.” He got off the bed, moving to your side. “I haven’t seen her. Only a brat who likes to rile me up.” He tsked, shrugging to himself as he began to move about the room, leaving you to wither alone. 

“Please.” You whined, pulling at the tie. 

Your feet planted themselves onto the bed, hips thrusting forward as you clenched your legs together to ease the ache between them. 

“Please what?” Yunho asked from the end of the bed. “You can use your words now.” He leaned over, grabbing your ankles before quickly shoving them back down the bed, stretching you out. He opened them further, keeping you from finding relief. 

“Do it.” He demanded. 

“Please, fuck me.” You pathetically whimpered, knees knocking together. 

“Think I will?” He climbed back up the bed, getting between your legs. “With how you’ve been acting?” He scoffed. 

“You got a lot of learning to do.” He shook his head, brushing hair away from your face as he kissed your cheek in a way that left you crying for more. 

“Pretty baby doesn’t know how to act to get my attention.” He kept up his act. “Hm? Act like a brat and think things will go the way you want?” He rhetorically asked you. “You know I like things to go my way.” 

He finally moved to be situated between your legs, his cock settled between your lips and head nudging at your clit. He grabbed your cheeks in one hand, making you face him as tears began to pool at your lashlines. 

He smiled cruelly at the look on your face. Your eyes were completely unfocused, mouth dry from how you were breathing through it with your whines and pants. With his fingers along your cheeks, he squished them together getting your mouth to form an o shape. 

You cried out when he roughly spit into it, jaw closing on instinct to swallow what he had given you. Yunho’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head when he saw your tongue roll out for more. But he only groaned to himself, shutting his eyes for a moment to get back to his plan ahead. 

“Want to be a good girl?” He told you. “Then let's see how many times you can cum until I'm satisfied.”

*****

You played with the mic for a moment, watching as your members waved at the fans who attended soundcheck. You smiled at the ones on your side, swinging your mic around as you hummed songs. A large and colorful sign caught your attention, making you squint to read it. You crouched for a moment, making a face as you read it. 

The fans started to scream louder, swinging their signs around to see which one you were reading. You began to laugh as the question registered in your head, coming to a stand. You licked your lips reading it over again.  

(Y/N), Who's your daddy?

A large grin spread across your face, teeth shining as you thought about how to answer. With a mischievous look you raised one arm and placed the other across your belt. Knowing the dance by heart you moved your hips from side to side, singing along to Illusion as you danced the way Yunho did. 

You laughed wildly when the fans screamed and began to sing Illusion. But you gave the fan with the sign a wink, making them gasp and scream even louder as they jumped up and down. You just knew you were going to see it on social media later. 

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[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Hello!!

I'm a bit new to the asking game, but I have a headcanon request! What if the Stardust Crusaders met the daughter of DIO, who had a bright and extremely sweet personality with a stand who has techomagic abilities (able to create advance technology, extended knowledge in technology). I apologize if this doesn't make sense! This would be platonic btw!

— 🧠 Anon!

I think I have a grasp of what to write for this ask finally. Darling is still a child of DIO it’s just that makes my title even wordier than it already is. Decided to do one character per bullet point btw

Platonic! Yandere! Stardust Crusaders w/ a technomagic stand darling.

You’re likely a huge help on the technological/engineering side of things for the crusaders. If you met them right at the start of trying to find DIO. Your first observation is probably akin of “Mr. Joestar you know you probably don’t need to break that expensive camera to use your stand right?”. Before long you have it repaired and ready to go, Joseph is wildly impressed and is quickly endeared to you. There is at least also one instance of him asking about fiddling around with a vending machine (for science of course), to maybe get something a little extra.

Avdol can see the trouble coming with you and Mr. Joestar a mile a way. Your eagerness towards technology is commendable and a little worrying if you get too caught up. Which is pretty often, and Joseph tends to be an enabler when it comes to anything he finds cool. He personally loves it himself but does his best to be your guide. He’s the one to most likely sit next to you in whatever transportation you’re in, it’s almost stifling but you barely notice most likely as you keep yourself entertained. There is quite a few times he does let you “loose” to do your thing, just because he enjoys your company so much.

Kakyoin is a bit more reserved in his reactions, the biggest thing that lures him to you is how well you utilize your stand in much of the technology you all run into. If you happen to bring up games out of boredom, his interest is piqued as you likely explain how you fixed a perfectly good console that was thrown in the trash. You tell him some people just don’t understand there’s things worth saving and there’s usually a fix that perfectly restores it. His feelings deepen when you tell him you believe him with the Death 13 fight. His hands are almost shaking, (In this scenario he is very likely to become a romantic yandere pretty quickly)

Polnareff bounces off your personality pretty easily, likes asking you a ton of questions and you manage to answer just about every one of them. He’d just wish you would relax a little bit and enjoy the smallest bit of relaxation (as you can when getting constantly chased by enemy stand users). So he usually nudges you with some kind of treat or even just doing something casually where it doesn’t seem that your brain is running on full power constantly. There’s a dozen times he’s even carrying you up the stairs, you deserve it. You saved his skin so he certainly has to return the favor. (This Frenchman would also be likely to end up a romantic yandere)

Jotaro is one who comes in when things go a little too far, especially if gramps or Polnareff are going what he considers over board, so if he wants to be around you he will find a way to do so. Not that he doesn’t occasionally indulge your tinkering with a little thunk to something with either his strength or Star Platinum’s. He definitely tells you to go to bed when you’re up too late for his liking while on the trip. Don’t ask why or how he got in your room, or even ponder if he was outside of your door guarding you. He can handle himself even if he is a bit hypocritical with some advice. Speaking of he is quick to tell you to lower your use of your stand, keeping it hidden so no potential danger catches everyone off guard. Especially when you’ve helped him out with Wheel of Fortune and Strength. He does let some of his eccentricities out with you and the others when it feels reasonable. But he’s still keeping one eye open at all times when he can.

If anyone’s wondering if there’s any worry about you being the daughter of DIO, I’d like to think Avdol was the one to keep an eye on you for trustworthiness before anything happened. (Even if none of them knew you were his daughter).

[vermil1ion-sky]

Streamer AU

Some of our favorite characters as streamers or youtubers! Including some I haven't seen done before so I wanted to bring something new to the table.

Characters: Ayaka, Xiao, Wanderer/Scaramouche

A/N: this ended up... being really long so I did less characters than I originally intended but if you guys like it I can do more!

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Ayaka

A fashion-focused youtuber, who occasionally dabbles in traditional practices, such as tea ceremonies and dances, and explains the stories and origins to her followers.

Most of them follow her for her fashion content but they religiously watch whatever she posts because her demeanor is so polite and elegant, it's almost like they can't look away...

Found a sudden influx of comments about her brother the first time he appeared in one of her videos, in the background asking if she wanted dinner, which she finds entirely embarrassing (Ayato thinks it's amusing).

After a lot of convincing from her fans, she ocassionally collabs with Ayato, both of them posting content on their respective pages featuring each other. Those videos tend to be their most popular.

Ayaka thought the teasing over her 'hot' brother would end after the hype sort of died down...

She was right but wrong as another wave of playful, teasing comments was soon to come.

You, like Ayato, appear first on accident; you just wanted to check in on your girlfriend who hadn't left her room in a while, unaware she was recording.

Ayaka turns to the door opening just as she was trying on another outfit from a recent purchase. She sees your face, blushing slightly though its entirely off camera and just for her to see, and giggles when you start to apologize.

"It's alright love." Ayaka's voice is... softer than her followers are used to. In the video, they can hear your voice in the background as you speak. "You... look really cute... Cuter than usual I mean."

She laughs at your awkward compliment but smiles, soft and lovingly, as she thanks you.

"Maybe you could wear that for our next date." That's the sentence that made Ayaka blush, making her turn towards you and punch your shoulder playfully, off camera.

"Aight sorry, I'll go, have fun." You kiss her cheek, your face only appearing in focus for a second, before leaving the room.

Even though it wasn't related to the video, Ayaka kept the footage in because she found it endearing.

She slightly regretted it as 90% of her comments after that were yelling that they wanted to know this mystery person that Ayaka's clearly dating.

She tries to draw attention away from you but it only works for a little bit. people really seem to want to know you.

Ayaka sighs, her face in her hands, but a small smile on her face. Guess she should bring it up with you one day, to see if you were okay with the idea of appearing once in a while.

Xiao

A gaming streamer, famous for beating most games without much effort.

People flock to his streams for his careful plays, like he's analysing every possibility to win fast and easily. Also his voice and looks are nice, so it's a bonus for them.

Does both single and multiplayer content. The latter he usually games with his friends, also streamers.

Gets along the best with Venti, argues the most with Scaramouche, gets eye twitches when Heizou purposefully does a bad play to see everyone's reactions (but otherwise he bites his tongue and stays quiet) and with Kazuha, he's oddly patient, with him being the least into games in the group.

People are naturally curious about his life, as Xiao's usually very reserved and doesn't mention anything private. He tries to keep it at an arms' distance from his fans, just because it's what makes him feel more comfortable.

That quickly comes crumbling down when you make an unexpected appearance in his stream one day.

Xiao's usually very aware of his surroundings even while gaming, so catching him off guard is extremely hard. This time, however, the volume on his headset was higher than usual and he doesn't hear you enter the room.

You call out his name and he can't hear you but his chat definitely can. They're exploding the chat, asking who that is; unfortunately for him, he's entirely too focused on the game to look at chat.

You call him again, touching his shoulder slightly and he immediately jumps, cussing outloud, his headset falling from his head.

He sighs as he tries to steady his heart thats about to jump out of his chest. The chat can now hear your voice clearer.

"Sorry baby I didn't mean to scare you..." Your voice is soft, a hand reaching from off camera to run your fingers through his hair. Xiao closes his eyes and starts to lean into your touch but stops midway, remembering he's live and hopes his chat doesn't notice.

They definitely do.

"...it's okay..." He speaks softly, looking at you and it's so obvious that theyre's a lot of love behind that stare. "Did you need something?"

"Oh no, I just... I thought you'd be hungry after playing for so many hours... I brought you some almond tofu, a little snack..." You smile shyly at him and Xiao can swear he feels his heart melt, grabbing the plate so gently.

"...thank you..." He smiles and it's so soft, so full of affection... His cheeks are dusted with a slight pink color and everyone's teasing him about it. "...let me know when dinner's ready I'll join you..."

"...yes of course... I'll leave you to it, have fun baby." You lean closer, slightly in frame as you kiss his forehead, before stroking his cheek lovingly and leaving the room, leaving behind your flustered boyfriend who is only now reading all the comments.

From people asking to know his significant other, fans and even friends, to others teasing how red Xiao's face is, how 'whipped' he is, etc.

You can hear him yelling from outside the room, into the mic that he's not a 'simp' and you can't help but giggle at how... flustered he sounds.

Wanderer

Also a gaming streamer like Xiao, and they usually play together with their other friends. Those two are also the two who fight the most and Kazuha's the one who breaks up their spouts.

Besides the occasional gaming with his friends, he's mostly a single player content kind of guy. He just gets mad at random people if they don't play as well as he does.

Gets jokingly called emo boy by his fans, which terribly annoys him.

Also similar to Xiao, he keeps his personal life to himself, not wanting people to meddle on his business. So, he tries to keep you off camera and not mention you while he's live.

Unfortunately for him, he chose to date someone who enjoys teasing others and being a little shit just as much as he does.

You really never minded the possibility of appearing on Scara's streams but he never offered so you kept it at that, not wanting to possibly push a button by asking.

Still, one day you feel particularly cheeky and want to play a small prank on him.

With his stream on your phone, you pick a time when he's clearly too focused on playing to possibly noticing you entering your shared bedroom/recording room. You open the door slowly, his back facing you as hes hunched over, mashing keys as he seems to be trying to beat a hard boss. You smirk slightly, slowly coming closer, waving at the camera and putting your index finger to your lips, to tell the viewers to not say anything or redeem any tts that might startle Scara.

Right as he died again and he grabs his face, sighing in frustration, you make your move. You grab his shoulders quickly, out of nowhere and it's impossible to not laugh at how he jumps from his seat, yelling and falls off his chair, with only his legs in shot.

Well, that and you laughing way too hard, clutching your stomach as you cant stop giggling; your boyfriend's glare certainly doesn't help, he looks entirely not amused at how you're laughing at him.

"The fuck's wrong with you?!" "So many things babe, take a pick."

He grumbles as he picks his chair up and sits back down, running a hand through his fringe. You smirk, hugging his shoulders from behind and it's certainly funny to you how he tries to shake you off with no real malice nor effort.

"You're so cute when you're mad, Kuni." "I swear to God one of these days I'm going to change the locks of this house." "Oh noo I'm soo scared~"

Scara rolls his eyes, and yells at his chat to shut up with all the comments professing their love towards you. You get closer to read them, still clinging to his shoulders and you laugh.

"They love me already, probably more than you do~" He frowns when you say that. "That's not possible you-"

He catches himself too late, realizing what the implications of his... choice of words could come across. You stare at him in slight shock but it soon wears off. tightening your grip on him and nuzzling his cheek.

"Oh, my Kuni is so sweet~ Chat aren't I lucky?" You wink at the camera and the blush on Scaramouche's face is bright pink; his face gets redder as you press a kiss on his cheek as he tries to push you away.

"Oh my God get OUT." You giggle as you finally release your boyfriend, waving a goodbye to the camera, leaving your boyfriend behind to deal with the onslaught of comments asking for more details about you.

You turn the stream back on and see his cheeks are still red, partly from what happened and from how mad he is at his chat. It makes you smile as you can hear him yelling in your room to his chat to stop trying to get you back in.

[ten-shi-fandoms]

What happens when they cry

Blue lock Addition pt 1:

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Cw: Characters x Reader, Gender neutral reader, crying (duh), mentions of kissing, cuddling, praise, two part headcanons (when you cry and when they cry), holding, mentions of stress, angst with fluff headcanons

Characters: Bachira Meguru, Isagi Yoichi, Rin Itoshi

Author's note: these kinda suck it was like 4 am where I live-

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Bachira Meguru 👾⚽:

When he cries

In all honesty Bachira doesn't cry often.

He is pretty good at keeping his emotions in check and tends to stay in a very positive mood.

If anything he gets more reserved and more competitive when he's upset than he does cry.

But when he does cry he just wants to be with you

It doesn't matter how it starts or why it's happening he just wants you

You won't even notice him crying until you hear soft sniffles.

When you see him cry just hold him.

Your arms wrapped around him, as you speak soft words to him will usually make the tears dry up.

Soft words, gently embraces, cuddles, butterfly kisses they make him happy and he'll be happier than he was prior.

He'll stay close to you after he cries and if you leave expect to see new tears in his eyes with a small unamused pout on his lips.

He hates crying, especially infront of you so if he's being a bit stubborn call his mom.

She not only has the best advice but she can also help calm you down if your panicking about Bachira crying.

Just a few cuddles and lots of praise he's usually fine ^^

When you cry

Oh boy

When you cry expect his physical affection to be through the roof.

He hates seeing you cry and gets really clingy to you.

When he sees you crying he doesn't panic instead his first thought usually is to scoop you into his arms and coddle you.

His legs wrapped around your waist, his arms around your shoulders, your head on his chest is the best position in his eyes.

He will also go off to get you everything.

You want snack? He's got them. Your nose is running? Its okay he's got a tissue telling you to blow. You break down about whats wrong? He'll listen attentively and make mental notes on what to do.

He makes sure your okay and won't stop until he knows you are.

He's at your beck and call and won't leave you alone unless you want it.

Even if you want him to leave you alone he won't be gone for long.

It only takes a few minutes before he's back at you side.

Also he licks tears-

I don't know why but everytime you cry he'll gently cup your cheeks licking the tears that begin to roll down your skin.

He does it to make you feel better because more times than not you'll squirm or whine at him to stop which in turn makes him do it more.

Its so gross but so cute at the same time-

He just loves you so much and wants you to smile ^^

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Isagi Yoichi 🥇⚽:

When he cries

When Isagi cries he gets embarrassed.

Yes, he's mentally gotten stronger since blue lock but sometimes it just feels so much better to cry.

He just gets so frustrated with things, and sometimes those emotions just well up to much to the point they're coming out of his eyes.

He hates it so much and hates it more if you're there.

He hates you seeing him so sad, because he knows it makes you worry.

He hates seeing your face contort with worry as you try to comfort him.

He loves you coddling him truly he does but seeing you worry makes him want to cry more.

Praise him and tell him he's doing good.

Tell him he's worthy of his place as your boyfriend.

That no matter what you choose him and no one else.

It makes him feel so happy and it helps the tears stop flowing.

It takes a while for him to stop crying because even after the tears stop he'll hiccup softly as he tries to keep new tears at bay.

Your words are enough to calm him.

Just knowing that no matter what your there for him and he couldn't ask for anything better.

When you cry

When you cry, you don't need to think, do, or say anything.

He doesn't care how overworked or tired he is, the moment you start crying he'll make sure he's there.

Isagi is a great provider and he makes sure to provide you with everything when you cry.

A shoulder to cry on, a ear to listen to you, arms to wrap around you, lips to kiss away your tears.

He loves providing support for you, whether it be physical or mental doesn't matter.

He will make you stop crying just from his sheer affection.

He's there when you need him and he'll give you space when you need it.

He makes you feel comfortable and he won't hesitant to make you feel loved no matter the circumstance.

He'll wipe your tears away so gentle that you can particularly feel the love seeping out of his touch.

He'll place gentle kissses along your cheek effectively kissing away your tears, as his hands rest softly on your back.

It doesn't even if your in public.

His first priority is you, so no need to worry.

After all it's only fair to pay you back for being such a great s/o ^^

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Rin ⚽😑:

When he cries

When Rin cries it's a rare occurrence.

He doesn't care often and when he does it's a pretty big deal.

Most times he's crying because of his brother and he hates it when your there to see him.

He hates crying and hates everything more when you see him.

It makes him feel weak and vulnerable and he despises it.

It takes alot for him to want to even get close to you when he's crying.

At first he'll be a bit hostile towards you, actively slapping your hands away from his face even though the tears are making his vision so blurry.

But if you begin to retreat or try to give him space he'll cling to you and even on rare occasions apologize.

Usually its his face in your back, his arms wrapped around your legs as he cries silently into your clothes.

He prefers it this way.

You can't see him cry but he knows your there for him.

And if he opens up a bit more he'll cry into your chest letting you run your hands through his hair and telling him he's doing great.

He needs this affection and appreciates that you don't ask him any questions or try to make hin stop crying.

It usually ends up with him staying close to you as he holds back the small hiccups that threaten to come out-

When you cry

When you cry it's a totally different story.

He doesn't push you for details or anything for that matter but he won't offer up much support.

Rin isn't that great with words so he won't really risk it but that doesn't mean he won't be there for you.

When you start crying Rin will usually go get you something to drink and something to snack on as you sob about whatever is wrong.

He will listen quietly usually pulling you onto his lap letting you lay your hear on his shoulder as you cry.

If you want to go anywhere even if it's outside of your home he'll carry you.

He loves you and is trying his best to make you stop crying so if carrying you around in his arms while you cry is the best way to stop the tears he'll do it even if he doesn't like showing off his personal life in public (you being said personal life-)

Your arms wrapped loosely around his shoulder, your head laying gently in his neck as he walks around holding you.

He'll even glare at people if they say anything about the position you two are in.

He won't hesitant to cuss someone out if they question or have a problem about why he's carrying you around everywhere.

He loves you so don't get mad at him for not talking to you about your problems-

Even though he does whisper soft praise to you it isn't much just don't be mad-

[spacecasehobbit]

I find it hard to see interpretations of Oliver's story in Saltburn as tailored to any audience besides himself, because I don't think Oliver is actually speaking to any audience besides himself.

Yeah, he's got Elspeth's body there in the room and addresses her as though he's telling this story to her. However, everything about Oliver in that room reads to me like Elspeth's body is little more than a prop he can use to justify telling this story out loud, when the only person it's really for is himself. Elspeth is completely comatose, and I find it hard to read Oliver as a character who imagines an audience who isn't really there when he talks. Oliver is a very reserved person, and he tends to do best in one-on-one conversations where he can focus his attention on analyzing and tailoring his words to a single person at a time.

He's also a person who leans heavily on what people actively tell him out loud to supplement his understanding of their actions and motivations. And he's a people pleaser, one who is constantly seeking out instructions from other people on how to act and what kind of person to be.

At the end of Saltburn, Oliver has retreated from the world, just waiting almost in stasis for the chance to return to Saltburn. Since Elspeth is his greatest chance to get back, he banks on remaining the same person that she clung to in the wake of her children's deaths as his way of winning her over again. And it works!

Once Elspeth's illness has reached the point that she is no longer conscious, however, there is no one left for Oliver to act for. She has put him in her will to inherit Saltburn upon her death, which accomplishes the one goal Oliver has clung to since he was 20, of finding a way back to Saltburn permanently; he won't need to perform for the staff when he's the one they all work for.

Thus there is no one left for Oliver to please, no one left to seek instructions from on what sort of person he should be, except himself. The only important person Oliver has left to please is himself.

At this point, he sets himself up in Elspeth's room with her comatose body as a prop to justify his conversation with himself, and he goes about telling himself who he is, so that he can finally become a person who makes himself happy.

He's not keeping bits of Felix back from an imaginary viewer. Any pieces of Felix he keeps back are the ones he doesn't want to remember... and yet, in spite of his best efforts to convince himself that he wasn't in love with Felix, that he was a mastermind who only wanted Saltburn the whole time, the memories that stick and linger and dig themselves in all through the edges of his monologue tell a different story.

He can cast away details about Felix, the intimate conversations he can't bear to remember and the moments that made Felix human beyond Oliver's love, but he can't get rid of everything. All those dreamy, sun-drenched moments when he stared at Felix through the eyes of a lover, the flashes of time when Felix looked back like maybe he felt the same, like they were the only two people in the world - those are the moments that carved themselves most deeply into Oliver's heart, the moments that can't be excised entirely from his story no matter how much he might wish to cast them aside too when he steps into the last persona that he's finally created to tell himself that he's happy, that he's won.

[slytherinsomniari]

A Seated Surprise| Ominis x F! Reader

Pairing: Ominis x F! Shy! Slytherin reader

Summary: Your surprise confession to Ominis in the Undercroft turns to an interesting encounter on a chair. 

Word count: 2034

Themes: Some smut but it’s pretty short.

(For the sake of this, I am going to pretend that corsets weren’t worn so it will make it a bit easier on me) 

A/N: This is my first official fanfic so I am sorry if it is not that great. It is also my first smut too. I tried my best but even I know it’s short compared to others.

As a shy Slytherin, it was a bit difficult to make friends at Hogwarts. Some people still thought that all Slytherins cared about was blood status while others thought they were too ambitious, or they just plainly cared more about their house and the students in it to try to make friends with you. In reality, it was likely because you were socially anxious and reserved, tending to spend your time alone studying or reading. It would have stayed like that had Ominis and Sebastian not approached you and brought you into their circle. Although you found Sebastian charming and friendly, you found yourself becoming more and more friends with Ominis as the two of you disliked pureblood fanatics and the negative side of Slytherin that people tended to bring out. It also helped that he was more reserved than Sebastian was and you found comfort in finding a kindred spirit. The two of you could sit in silence and be in peace, not needing to speak or hear each other's voices all the time to enjoy your time together. 

Your friendship made you happy but your platonic thoughts of Ominis turned to, well, non-platonic thoughts of him. Thoughts of being excited to see him in potions turned to nerves that made you a blushing mess that you hoped you were just able to cover. You figured Sebastian would have been able to tell that you had a crush on Ominis but you hoped that the man himself did not know. So far Sebastian hadn’t said anything to you or even remotely hinted at the fact that he knew, so if he did know, you were sure that he certainly did not tell Ominis. However, you knew you couldn’t keep quiet forever and would leap at the chance of the possibility of forming a relationship with Ominis. So, mustering up your courage, you sent him a note in braille asking him to meet you in the Undercroft that night. 

Heading towards the meeting place in the Undercroft, you entered and immediately checked your appearance. You had decided to go for a grey skirt that ended just below the knees–just barely appropriate considering most girls wore skirts that ended at the ankles. As for the rest, you wore a white button up shirt with a Slytherin tie. You wanted to look good but didn’t want to dress up in case it did not go the way you wanted so you opted for a more casual student look. Even though he couldn’t see it, you had hoped he’d be able to tell how much effort and courage it took you to approach him like this. 

Deciding that you couldn’t keep still, you started slowly pacing back and forth and waited for Ominis to arrive. You are startled when you hear the door to the Undercroft open and see Ominis walk in. 

“(Y/N)? Why did you want to meet me at night? Is something wrong?” Concern flashes on his face. While his concern normally touched you, tonight it made you even more nervous. 

“No Ominis, everything is fine. I-I was hoping to speak with you–alone”.

Ominis turned his questioning gaze to you, but you clenched your hands and continued, “You see Ominis, I am afraid that if I don’t get this out I won’t be able to live with myself. I am very grateful that you extended your friendship to me when I was all alone. You and Sebastian have truly saved me. I would have been alone for the rest of my life if it wasn’t for you. But…I don’t think that is enough for me anymore. Every waking moment I think of you and only you. I want to learn more about your interests and hobbies and what you think about when you aren’t dealing with Sebastian and his antics. What do you want to do once we leave Hogwarts? Will you look back fondly on your school years or will you have moved onto something better? You paint my life so full of color and I cannot bear to think of facing the rest of my life without you by my side. I love you…” You trail off weakly.

Ominis looked taken aback and was silent for a moment, but that moment felt like an eternity to you. He walks up to you and cups your face gently, 

“Are you certain? Do you really love me and not Sebastian?” 

“I do like him but not like that. I love you Ominis. It has always been you”

“I always thought that you had fallen for him. You always laughed so much when he was near; your golden laughter rang out around him, I couldn’t help but feel that you belonged with him more than me.”

Your eyes widened in shock. You had loved him for a while but you never even thought that he would feel the same way about you. But it saddened you to hear that he felt that you deserved someone else.

“Ominis…” You place your hand on the back of his neck and give him a slow, passionate kiss. Your lips move alone at first but Ominis follows your lead and soon the two of you are moving together. His lips are soft and feel like heaven against yours. 

You tenderly part from him and smile shyly, “I hope that erases every doubt in your mind. You are the only one for me.”

His hand leaves your face and his face forms an expression that appears to be a mix of determination and something you can’t quite put your finger on. You feel his hand go to your arm as he grabs it.

Walking quickly, Ominis drags you with him, pulling your arm as he seats himself on a chair. You are pulled on top of him, causing you to straddle him. Your thighs perfectly encircle him, trapping him in place. It wouldn’t be until a few moments later when you realized that you were trapped there as well. Shaking in both nervousness and desire, you lean on his right shoulder. Your body throbbed with anticipation, making you crave his touch all the more. 

Through all of the desire you come to your senses for a moment. “Ominis, please. If you don’t want to do this we don’t have to. We can stop and forget everything and remain friends. Just...tell me now.”

He cups your face more firmly than before but still softly and says, “Y/N, I trust you. Just as you said I am the one for you, you are the only one for me. Besides, it’s too late for the both of us”

Not understanding what he means, you look at him quizzically and then you realize. He hardens and as you feel it underneath you, your eyes roll back and you can’t help but let out a moan. In reaction to this, Ominis reddens and you both realize there is no turning back from your feelings now. 

“My dear, I don’t think I can take it any longer. Please, let me have you”

Those words sent sparks all throughout your body. You didn’t like the thought of getting off of him just yet, but you knew you had to if you wanted this–and you did. You stood up and started to prepare yourself for what is to come. Keeping your skirt on, you bring your fingers to your underwear and let them fall to the ground. You take your socks off, leaving your legs bare and ready to cling onto him. As you were doing this, Ominis was undoing his trousers and took them off with his underwear, setting them to the side. He got back on the chair, nervous but just as excited as you are that the moment the two of you dreamed of is finally happening. 

You walk over to him and he locks his hands on your waist, keeping you in place as you lower yourself onto him. Every part of you has become so sensitive that just the slightest movement will cause you to go into near hysterics. The feeling you get once you settle onto him is magnificent. Ominis feels it as well as he lets out a small gasp. He fits perfectly in you and is just the right size for your liking, allowing your walls to cling to his member. You start off slow at first, making sure that it doesn’t hurt and then slowly pick up the speed. Although you are in charge of the pace, Ominis doesn’t just sit there and let you do all the work. With his hands placed on your waist, he runs them up and down your back and kisses you in a passion that burns bright but is gentle like a caress. 

With a thrust, you hear him moan as he makes his way to your shirt and loosens the tie, getting rid of it completely and then turns his attention to the shirt. He unbuttons it and his hands roam your body while you run your fingers through his hair. Your moans mix together with each thrust and yours escalate when he moves his mouth to your neck, leaving love bites all over. Your neck is sensitive, causing your breath to hitch with each mark he makes as he leaves his mark on you.

His hands grab your breasts and knead them, enjoying the feeling of them in his palms. You feel yourself becoming wetter and wetter and feeling his mouth on your nipple, you whimper. He teases you a bit, running his tongue leisurely along it, wanting to hear your moans. You rock into him faster and faster as he drives your senses mad.

You could feel the moment coming and he could as well. 

“Oh god Ominis, I’m about to…” You groan out, your body nearly there. 

Grabbing your ass and grinding himself to your tempo, he grunted, “Darling..cum for me”

When the heat reached its peak, you arched your back and came after one final moan and right after so did he. You could feel him filling you with his warmth but you didn’t care. Your release stained him too, leaving the two of you in a heated, sticky mess. You lean on him, breathless and satisfied, your breath hitting his shoulder. 

As the two of you sit there panting, one on top of the other with disheveled clothing, it dawns on you that you will never be able to go back to how it used to be with Ominis. Now, you love him far too much and after all of that, your relationship will definitely change. 

Standing up, you start to fix yourself and make yourself look decent as if nothing had happened, though something definitely did. You use scourgify to clean up the remnants of what happened, with Ominis following suit. Ominis pulls on his trousers and surprisingly makes himself look just as he usually does pretty quickly. 

“Can’t wait to wipe the smirk off of Sallow’s face when he learns that I got a girlfriend before him. He always thought that he’d be the first of us to have one” He grins.

Smiling, you reply, “I’m sure he did. But despite being such a charmer, he’s never snagged one. Makes you wonder if anyone’s confessed to him yet. Now, why don’t we tell him our news?”

Chuckling, Ominis says, “I’d rather like to do that tomorrow. For now, let us go back to our dorms for the night and rest while we still have the chance”. 

“Sounds good to me”

The two of you walk out of the Undercroft and to the common room, hand in hand. Just as you are about to enter the common room, he pulls you to him for a quick kiss before pulling away. You giggle and bat his arm. 

You look at him slowly and fondly, murmuring, “I love you Ominis”

“I love you too (Y/N)”

And with that, you headed inside the common room and into your dormitory while Ominis went to his, the two of you keeping each other in their thoughts as you got into bed and fell into a blissful slumber.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

[19:57]

Tags and warnings: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem! Reader, not very relevant but, this is a non-idol au, elements of perv! Hyunjin, mentions of unconsensual voyeurism and photography, Dom! Reader, more subby! Hyunjin, foot fetish, foot grinding/mild cock stepping, dirty talk, degradation (m. receiving), stocking kink if you squint and mentioned oral sex.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

Overtime is, easily, the bane of your existence. However, you need the money. There's a new apartment you've been eyeing for months now and, as much as you wish it would, you know the money isn't going to materialise in your lap out of thin air.

So, here you are.

Your eyes already burning with fatigue while you stare at your computer screen. Willing your brain to care about the numbers spread in front of you. The office is mostly dead. Everyone else opting to clock out hours ago, leaving you and the new hire to slave away at your respective desks. The joys of capitalism.

Speaking of which, Hyunjin remains steadfast in his concentration beside you. The sounds of him clicking away at his keyboard combined with the faint hums of the machinery on the floor all that keeps you company. You don't know how he remains so focused when you find your mind slipping away every few minutes. God, maybe you should just go home for the night. Your brain is turning to liquid in your skull.

"I'm going to take a little break. Maybe get some food. Would you like anything?" His question startles you enough that you nearly knock over your water bottle. Frankly, you're surprised he's spoken to you at all. In the weeks he's been here, Hyunjin tends to keep to himself for the most part. Not because he's reserved or has some sort of superiority complex, you've come to learn, it's more so because he's shy. Only piping up from time to time and, he seems to be the most comfortable around you.

His offer is sweet but, "No, thank you. I have some snacks in my bag and I have my water for now. Thank you though, Hyunjin," you respond with a small smile. The flush that rises to his cheeks is surprising but, he nods and scurries off before you can think about it too much.

Now, you're totally alone. The excel sheet your only companion.

You're close to finishing up this one anyway, luckily. A few final checks and you're free to work on the next one. Stretching your arms over your head, you cringe at the knots that have made themselves at home in the base of your neck. You can hear Minho's voice filtering through your brain clear as day. Nagging you to take better care of yourself.

Shoving thoughts of your fussy best friend aside, you can't help but, sneak a glance at Hyunjin's desk. Typically you'd be more than happy to wait for him to return so, you can compare sheets to ensure you're both on the right track. However, you're tired. And you want nothing more than to take a scorching shower and crawl into your sheets. So, you opt to be a little more proactive. Rolling your chair over to his desk until his screen is within your view. Some of his numbers are a little off but, they're mostly fine. He's picked up on the ropes pretty quickly. It's impressive, to say the least. However, a folder catches your eye before you can return to your desk.

It's simple. Titled 'Favourites' and nothing else but, there is something almost siren-esque that calls you to it. You know this isn't right. Yes, it's his work computer but, it's still his computer and he's entitled to some level of privacy on it. Minho has always said you're too nosy for your own good. It could be filled with his favourite tools to use for all you know.

The folder is not filled with tools. Not even a little bit.

You're stunned to see what appears to be hundreds of pictures. Pictures you're pretty damn certain are of you. Tonnes of pictures focused on your legs, your breasts straining against your button-up shirts at times and your heels. You're not even sure what to think, let alone feel. Your lips parted in shock while you scroll and scroll and scroll. When had taken all of this? How did you never notice? Why are they on his fucking work computer?

"Hey, I'm back. The line was a little longer than-" Hyunjin's words stop as soon as he sees you sitting at his desk. His brain taking a few very long moments to process your new position as well as what's filling his screen.

It's impressive how red he becomes within seconds. Looking for all the world that he'd much rather the Earth open up and swallow him whole than continue this tense interaction with you. Long fingers clutching his sandwich and coffee as a lifeline.

"I ca-can explain. I wasn't- this isn't- I'm-"

If someone had told you even a few hours ago that you'd be propped up on Hyunjin's desk with his bare cock pressed against your stocking clad feet, you would have thought they'd utterly lost their grasp on reality.

And yet, here you are.

Your panties cling to you in a way that is quickly growing uncomfortable but, that doesn't matter right now. Hyunjin's hair sticks to his already sweaty forehead. Previously neatly styled, dark locks now a mess while he pants with every jerk of his hips against the soles of your feet. Not meeting your eyes. His pretty cock bordering on painfully hard and copious amounts of pre-cum dribbling out of it. Every whine and moan hits you like a tidal wave. Everything about him just has to be so gorgeous, doesn't it?

"Jinnie," you drawl, adding pressure to your feet and smirking just the slightest bit when he chokes out a grasp at the sensation. Purposefully dragging your feet along his length and using your toes to toy with the sensitive underside of his head.

"I can-can't- please- " he gasps out, doubling over in his chair while his cock jerks dangerously against the pads of your feet but, you haven't had your fun yet.

"Are you already going to cum, Jinnie?" You ask with a faux pout and tilt of your head, adding even more pressure until the heat from his cock is searing your skin through the barrier of your stockings. "Gonna cum just from me using my feet to play with you? Isn't that a little pathetic?" The saccharine quality of your voice sends a shudder from the top of his head straight to his throbbing cock, more slick staining your beautiful stockings.

"Not-not gonna c-cum," he huffs out with a spark of determination in his voice despite the pitiful state he's in right now. As though you can't feel how hard he twitches when you begin to drag your feet along his length once more. As though the way he hunches over when you press and press and press isn't so blatantly obvious. Barely contained moans ringing out through the empty floor.

"Really?" You ask, biting your lip to hide the smile that threatens to split your face in half when you use your toes to stroke his tip, "Because I think your cock says otherwise. Are you really going to cum just from this? What a little pervert you are, Jinnie."

You don't fail to notice the way he whimpers when your mouth coils around the word 'pervert.' Oh. Looks like there's even more to your little coworker than meets the eye.

"Oh wow, not only are you a little freak who takes pictures of my feet to jerk off to but, you like when I'm mean to you too? You're more of a masochist than I thought," His face must be burning based on the flush you can see moving below his neckline. Cute. He doesn't respond verbally but, the way his hips jerk into your feet tells you all you need to know.

"You're such a disgusting pervert. I wonder how many times you snuck off during your breaks to touch yourself to the thought of me. Well, how is it, slut? Better than you imagined?" You enquire, the rush of having him crumble underneath you making you a little bit lightheaded. When he still doesn't answer you, this time, you choose to stop.

The way his head whips to meet you would be comical if he wasn't still incredibly hard underneath you and his teary eyes didn't cause your heart to rise to your throat.

"Pl-please, don't stop," he whines, lifting his hips up from his seat to desperately grind against your feet. The sight significantly worsens the state of your likely ruined panties. "This i-is better. So muc-much better. Yes, I'd sneak away to touch myself to y-you. Ah. I couldn't h-help it. You're so bea-beautiful and you're always fuck so nice to me," he rushes out and god, how could you not touch him after that?

"Something tells me you don't only like it when I'm nice to you," you muse before increasing the speed from earlier. Your blood roaring in your veins watching him start to crumble underneath every stroke of your feet, every bit of weight you press further and further onto him. "You like being a little, sick, perverse slut huh. My little perverse slut. Did you want me to see you? Find you cumming in your pants to fantasies of humping my feet like the pathetic, little loser you are?"

Much to your surprise, that's all it takes for Hyunjin to totally shatter. Your eyes widen and your heart thunders in your chest when broken moans fall from his plump lips. His eyes squeezing shut while his cock throbs against the bottoms of your feet, soiling them in rope after rope of his sticky cum. Gathering your bearings, you help him through it. Lightly dragging your messy soles against his cock until it has nothing more to give. His body jerks violently in overstimulation until you eventually stop, pulling away from him to let the man return to his body.

The sensation of his cum on your feet is a little odd but, it's worth it. He looks so beautifully fucked out slumped in his chair. Unfocused eyes staring up at the ceiling while his chest heaves with exertion. Sweat dripping from his cut jaw while his softened, slick cock rests against his work pants. You hope you'll remember the vision he provides for the rest of your life. Your clit throbs just from drinking him in.

Well, you don't see why you can't journey further down this rabbit hole. He came on your feet minutes ago. You're pretty certain the two of you have thoroughly stomped over any sense of propriety.

Fuck it.

"Hyunjin," you call, and you walls clench harshly when he turns his glazed over eyes your way. He's horribly unsubtle, and you don't miss the way his eyes linger on your chest before drifting to your spread thighs. You try not to smile too hard when he swallows. Loudly.

He's just so easy.

"Don't you want to take care of me too?" You ask with a pout, spreading your thighs further and tugging your pencil skirt higher until it bunches up at your waist. You're beyond wet. You've soaked through your stockings and you're sure he can tell.

"I'm so wet," you moan, dragging your fingers along your slit. A breathy gasp leaving your lips when you brush your clit, your eyes fluttering at barest hint of sensation.

The sounds of him rising from his chair and shuffling onto his knees forces your gaze to him. Heat simmering in the pit of your gut when you watch him shuffle closer to you until you can feel his laboured breaths hitting your skin. Large hands tentatively resting on your thighs as he makes himself more at home between your legs.

You don't think you've ever been wetter in your life than in this moment. His big, brown eyes glancing up at you while he presses light kisses to you over your stockings. Prompting soft mewls from you and your hips to unintentionally jolt against his mouth.

Maybe overtime isn't so bad after all.

Do not repost, edit, copy and/or translate my work. I do not give you my permission to do so, nor will you ever receive it.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[masha-nikita]

Fedor von Bock's War Diary, a commentary

I have been reading von Bock’s war diary, and have noticed some interesting trends. I tend to agree with the Amazon top reviewer M. G Watson’s opinion, that it is written in excruciating details and professional jargon, and it may pose some problems for casual readers.

To a lay person, von Bock’s diary is heavily bogged down by factual statements and descriptions of the frontline situation, and its lack of sensibility means that the entries do not take the viewers deeper into analyzing a bigger picture nor do they show the colors of the writer’s mind and intentions- yet paradoxically, it is precisely what Bock’s mind is like- soldierly and loyal, to a point that he lacks common sense in basic human relations.

You’d get a sense that, yes, clearly this beauty is a bit off-kilter; no wonder according to E.A. Hart's "Hitler’s Generals", he was a social outcast among the officers, his harsh professional skills have no use in a normal civil society, and in turn, anything or anybody not wearing an uniform does not exist to him. You couldn't get more "autistic" than that.

The diary is clearly self-conscious that there may be readers, and oh boy, does von Bock like to complain to his readers that the OKH commanders are idiots! But not to a point that it attempts to manipulate the readers’ perceptions in order to virtue signal or to back stab, like certain historical memoirs do.

What I do not agree with Watson entirely, is whether or not his respect for Hitler was genuine, as Bock needed to maintain a positive relationship with the Fuhrer to get what he wanted, or else Halder would limit his actions left right and center, which exasperates von Bock.

It is said that Bock was initially heavily implicated in the 720 plot, only to be spared because one of his former staff commented that “Bock has been very respectful of the Fuhrer”—the thing is, that officer cited this according to his older memories, not knowing that in his retirement, Bock demonstrated how hateful he was of Hitler’s guts (source needed).

Personal comments and private sentiments are so lacking in this diary that I believe Bock was secretly socially awkward-- yet he was not afraid to make other generals awkward with him. He only regarded other generals as parts of his professional military machinery. However, he didn’t seem to hold any grudges-- I mean, the Kluge-Guderian kind of negativity, hating other generals and trying on colleagues' career destruction all the damn time.

Basically, people agreeing with Bock = a happy Bock; people not agreeing with Bock = a angry-crying emoji Bock. He also uses simplistic language like “beautiful lads”, “the soldier beamed at me", “the division is good but tired” that gives off impressions of him speaking whatever is on his mind. He keeps his diary content strictly professional, so when emotions do break out, these are oh so simple, pure and raw. Bock uses exclamation marks too excessively, a sign that he doesn’t know how to employ elaborate words to communicate how he feels.

When he laughs, he laughs; he laughs at the paranoid patients' wild antics; when he's upset, he's upset, saying "Schlieffen turns in his grave!" because "I am not allowed freedom further eastward!" It pains me to see he say things like "The misery those fleeing the war is terrible", "frightful misery of the refugees, but what can I do?" The helplessness in Bock's voice is so astounding when his personal interests, his character and the war context are taken into consideration.

It is so beautiful when a butcher knife weeps tears of blood.

If the emotion runs even deeper, he becomes quieter and more reserved. The readers have no chance seeing his softer spots. Who could blame this hardened soul for never writing anything about his stepson, whom he dressed up in little sailor outfit and took to see a military parade, so full of hope that the boy could be like him, or his grief when his family died?

11-9, 1939, Fedor von Bock very briefly and vaguely ordered von Kuchler to convene a court martial. Through the editor's archival supplement, we see that the SS artillery members killed lots of Polish Jews, and Fedi was NOT pleased. This informs me that when Fedi lingers on the "positive notes" about Hitler, it was probably artificial. Either massive Jewish civilian death really shook him, or he deliberately hid this court martial incident from his readers-- of whom there were certainly Nazi personnel.

[chrollohearttags]

let it snow • choso kamo

wc: 1.5k

themes: just some cute lil’ Christmas fluff, no smut or anything! black coded reader and mentions of food

synopsis: your next door neighbor wasn't much for conversation and definitely didn't do the holidays. But it's amazing what a silly novelty gift and some fresh baked cookies can change.

a chilly December evening starting out like any other; Christmas Eve to be exact. Cold winds blowing in a breeze, white powdery snow capping the ends of the tree branches and decorations scattered about the neighborhood.

your block was notorious for going all out for the festivities and for the most part, everyone was with it..that was except one person: Choso Kamo.

a pretty reserved, laid back guy that had moved in a few months back; he wasn't exactly mean or anything, you just noticed that Choso didn't really tend to interact with others.

but he did make it a mission to speak with you every day...the two of you spoke longer a few times while doing some light yard work or while you'd leave out for your daily commute.

"Good morning, miss (y/n)."

"Leaving out for work again?"

during those brief conversations, you learned that he worked from home and didn't really get out much. He didn't care for big crowds, mainly due in part to the noticeable scar on his nose that he grew self conscious about.

at first, you envied him a bit. Not having to deal with the frustrations of interacting with the public day in and day out..you couldn't help but think of how lucky he was. But appearances could be so deceiving.

it all began around late October, Halloween night to be specific..you had just finished up your last round of candy dispersal to eager trick or treaters..

hyper children crowded at your door with pumpkin buckets extended out, waiting for you to fill them.

it always warmed your heart and it was one of the things you had always dreamed of doing when you finally became a homeowner. It was incredibly exciting but there was something that you couldn't get over..

peering from across the street with your cute little costume on, you'd look up from the crowd of kiddos to see a weary Choso coming back from what appeared to be the grocery store, as he had bags in hand.

"Hi, Choso! Happy Halloween. We've got plenty of candy if you'd like some."

yelling out over to him but he'd politely decline the offer, not wanting to get in your way.

his yard bare of any pumpkins or spooky trinkets, he wasn't dressed up but when he spotted you with the children, exuding such positive vibes..he wanted more than anything to join you.

to help bring joy to the little ones as well and even throw on a mask or cape and be a part of the activities but truth was, he was very shy!

a quiet introvert with little to no social skills. He wasn't known to make much of a fuss but he definitely got your nosy neighbors talking.

a young guy living on his lonesome in a place like this..

running their mouths and making up rumors about his strange behavior; with everything from a criminal to some weird psycho but that was the furthest thing from the truth. He was very sweet and you wanted the chance to prove it.

so with December twenty fifth fast approaching, you had made it your mission to ensure that Choso wouldn't spend his Christmas alone like he done that night.

the only problem was..how did you approach him without making it seem as if you felt sorry for him?!

no one wanted people to walk on eggshells around them as if they needed to be avoided but you wanted to approach him delicately.

however, you had the perfect plan!

when things quieted down, you'd wrap up the adorable little snow globe you had gotten with some warm cookies, sneak over and surprise him. It'd be perfect and you were certain that he'd be thrilled!

you had just finished up some last minute shopping and preparations for your Christmas dinner. Some family and friends would be piling in here tomorrow, as it was your first big holiday in your own home.

the most lively it had been since moving in.

the rest of the afternoon and tonight, however, would be spent making any final touches on your decor, baking cookies and just getting into the spirit all around! You were feeling more enthused and happier than ever.

still, as you strutted about in your spacious kitchen, infamous holiday tunes playing from your living room and lights all strewn about, your mind couldn't stop going back to your shut in of a neighbor.

you had also noticed that he didn't get many visitors or have many friends over so the possibility of him spending the day alone broke your heart. Maybe if he felt comfortable enough and didn't have any plans, he could come over and hang out with you all..

but no getting ahead of yourself!

"You're putting the cart before the horse, (y/n). Just slow down. Maybe the man just doesn't want to be bothered.."

muttering to yourself like a mad woman as you mixed up your batter and poured it into the metal gingerbread molds before placing them into the oven.

for now, you'd continue on baking, wrapping gifts and belting out off key notes of Mariah Carey's infamous 'All I Want For Christmas Is You.' It was an entire vibe and you were enjoying yourself so much that it didn't even dawn on you that it had gotten dark.

nighttime had fallen over the town and before long, you were finished placing the last of your gifts under the tree.

but one remained setting out on the couch..the tiny globe with adorable reindeer and a santa inside with faux flakes of white falling in it.

(y/n)'s eyes beamed with a sparkle of happiness and like clockwork, the ding of the oven sounded off, signaling that your other desserts were finished up.

as your gingerbread were long cooled and decorated with cute little designs, just waiting to be devoured!

only problem was, you had overestimated your recipe and it made more than you expected.

so you packed him up a good dozen or so!

“I can't wait to see how he reacts. I really hope he'll like it." the only thing you could think to yourself as you looked down at your phone to see it had just hit eight thirty and outside the window, you could hear carolers.

it was really hyping you up for the exciting day ahead.

placing some of the treats into a cellophane baggie, you'd tie up with a cute bow and sign a tiny card to go along with it.

"Merry Christmas, Choso. From, (y/n)."

once you finished, you'd take it over to the couch to place it in the gift bag.

“There! All set to go.."

but it was while you were doing so, you'd get a ring from your doorbell..you weren't expecting any guests tonight and it was rather late..

regardless, you'd strut over to the door, standing atop your tip toes to peak out of the peephole and what you saw was a surprise!..quickly unlocking the door, gift still in hand, you'd swing it open to see someone standing on the other side.

"Choso! What are you doing here?"

mouth agape as he looked up at you. He was the last person you'd think to see at your doorstep but just as you had planned to pop up at his house bearing presents...

"..I—uh. Brought you a little something."

he had done the same!

his scruffy black hair was tied into cute top knots and he was wearing a white sweater and black jeans..just looking adorable.

similar to the sweater dress and black leggings you had on; kinky curls pulled into space buns as well.

nonetheless, he'd extend his hand out, clutching a tiny green baggie he offered up to you.

"Merry Christmas, miss (y/n)..I just wanted to say thank you for always being so nice to me..." sweetly uttering and you were so overwhelmed with happiness, grateful that he'd do something like this.

“Oh my goodness, you're too kind..." eagerly accepting it, you'd take it from him and open it immediately.

from the faint smile on his face, you could tell that he was a little nervous, afraid that you wouldn't like it.

but once you peeled the seal back and revealed just it was, (y/n) immediately broke into a giggle, which caught him off guard.

his dark eyes stretching wide, taken aback by your reaction.

“W-wait! Did I—"

"Here, just take this."

you really couldn't believe what you were seeing right now.

he didn't understand what was so funny about some gingerbread cookies and a tiny snow globe. He thought that they were pretty good offerings...

".. Oh my gosh.." Choso uttered, placing a hand over his mouth, attempting to hide his snickering but to no avail.

that was until he realized that you had gotten him the same exact thing!

suddenly, the both of you burst into full blown laughter, thinking about how you were on the same track of mind.

but the goal you were hoping to accomplish was fulfilled; to spread the same joy you had for the holidays to your neighbor..

who just needed someone to reach out and make him feel welcomed.

truthfully, this was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him and he'd be forever grateful to the sweet girl next door.

“Well I guess great minds think alike.."

"Yeah, you can say that."

just then, you'd both lift your globes and watch the beads trickle down and like life imitating art, you'd look up to see pillowy sheets of snow falling from the sky.

giving each of you that childlike joy yet again..

"Y'know. I think these cookies would taste better with some milk. Wanna come inside and have some?"

"That sounds really nice, thank you."

...something you wanted to experience together!

[asaka-lucy-dr-rc]

Random Komaeda questions from an English DR fanfic writer: I don't speak any Japanese, but when I played DR with my friends, we played with the Japanese voices and English subtitles. I'm very fond of Megumi Ogata's performance as Komaeda, and I'd like to write Komaeda in a way that reminds people of that performance! All of this makes me very curious: How does Komaeda speak in Japanese? Does he use formal vocabulary? Casual? I noticed that a lot of English fanfics tend to write him (on purpose) as sounding a bit "too formal", like someone who reads a lot of old books more often than he speaks to others. I heard that in Japanese, he speaks in more of a polite-casual sort of way, and that he slurs his words together a bit. Does he talk like a "normal guy" when he's not doing one of his hope rants? Does he sound "cool"? Does he sound a bit "childish"? I've heard all sorts of things. XD

Wow, this is a very interesting question! XD

Megumi Ogata's performance as Komaeda is definitely great. I really love it too! According to Rui Komatsuzaki's comment in the art book of Danganronpa 1・2 Reload, he adjusted the facial expressions of Komaeda's sprites many times based on Megumi Ogata's performance, so it is inevitable that Megumi Ogata's performance is very suitable for him. By the way, I might have an idea why Komaeda's speaking style in the English fanfics tends to be too formal. He talks very differently depending on who he is talking to, so it is hard to generalize, but basically he talks to other Ultimate students, so he gives too much praise because he respects those who have great talents, and he is very modest about himself to show respect for others. So I think that results in a more formal way of speaking in English.

His way of speaking is... um, yeah. Casual. I don't think it's cool. Sometimes it's childish. But it really depends on which scene you base it on, so it's hard to say in a nutshell 😣 I have my own personal standard for his way of speaking, which I call "狛枝構文 (Komaeda Syntax)". ---------------------- His way of saying YES: 日本語 -> 「もちろんボクが断るわけないよ。」 English -> "Of course I wouldn't say no."

His way of saying NO: 日本語 -> 「ボクは遠慮しておくよ。」 English -> "I'll be reserved about it."

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Can you see what I mean? His way of speaking is circuitous! XD

[seeingteacupsindragons]

what's the difference between canon albert and fanon albert ? i don't engage with the fandom at all aside from checking your account and 2 of my friends' lmao

Lmao. I support you in this endeavor. Honestly, most of my interaction with the fandom is also via my inbox (which has a long history revolving around spoilers, etc.) that I'm slowly trying to branch out of and make some friends (who...I mostly find in my tags and reblogs. Anyway).

So, uh, fanon Albert, at least in the English-speaking side, tends towards a lot more sexual than has any evidence in canon, significantly more flamboyant and dramatically maudlin (and that sure is saying something), something of a dandy peacock, and significantly less...honestly, scary? He's teasing and flirtatious and outgoing.

There's a lot of reasons for this, I suppose, probably because people like characters like that and he's the easiest one in YuuMori to sort of massage into the role even though he doesn't actually fit it. He's attractive, dangerous, charming, and often a bit more mysterious than his brothers, so he can just slot in there easier.

Canon Albert is much more reserved (much like William, honestly), very serious-minded and focused, smart as hell, determined as hell, and, it should be noted, a veteran with strong combat skills. A very, very devoutly religious man with some very serious mental health issues relating to order, cleanliness, and fairness. He's not a spendthrift and doesn't care much about his image (and in fact lets it be denounced in public without flinching after days of it as part of William's plan). He's a practical person who is focused on the end goals and the effects of things, not the appearances of any of it.

A man who is, above all, trying to help.

[dearweirdme]

Hi Rain! I hope you’re doing well

I don’t know where all this “Jk is annoyed by Tae” talk is coming from, but coincidentally I’ve been thinking about that for a few days.

In my case I was watching the seven backstage, where Tae ask Jk to spar with him, and initially I thought that Jk complied but seemed annoyed 🤔 (I ship them since a long time ago, just to be clear and don’t seem like a hater 😅).

That made me remember other times where Jk seemed “annoyed” with Tae and I’ve been pondering on it, and while the previous asks and your responses gave me some insight, I also thought of something that I wanted to share:

I think is normal and valid to feel annoyed by someone, even when we love them. Jk and Tae are very similar but also vastly different in a lot of ways, so things like that are gonna happen, like you said, depending on the situation, context, etc.

Also, from what I’ve interpreted from Jk and Tae’s personality, Jk tends to get conscious about others perception of him, so he is more happy going when he’s around new people, but at the same time he’s still reserved. While Tae seems more comfortable to joke around and share maybe way too much even with new people. This comes from them being introverted and extroverted respectively, and while this is exactly why I love and relate to them, my point is that for Jk it takes some time (or maybe depending on the type of person) for him to show that other side of him, so it speaks a lot of Taekook’s bond for him to appear annoyed and don’t feel the need to accommodate the other person. With Tae he can be himself completely, he can be annoyingly endeared by him and show it, I think even more than with the other members but that’s an opinion.

So maybe that’s why other people think that he’s uncomfortable with Tae, because they are not used to see this side of Jk where he doesn’t need to be happy all the time, they spend so much time together, that their familiarity makes the haters uncomfortable and say bs like “they don’t like each other”. At the end of the day, only a blind person would deny Taekook’s bond and relationship, and their interactions shows how close they are.

Hi anon!

I’m well, thanks for asking! I’ve been crazy busy lately and things finally seem to slow down a bit. All good stuff, but I’m kinda exhausted because of it 😂.

While I still don’t really see annoyance from Jk in that footage, I do agree with your general take. It is very normal to have moments of annoyance even between romantic partners. When people have been together for an extended period of time (after the initial infatuation stage) small annoyances will pop up quite a lot actually. No two people are the same and in a safe relationship people are able to show their annoyances about the other freely.

Tae and Jk do have different levels of openness (though I wouldn’t classify Tae as totally extroverted, but he is more extroverted than Jk for sure). I think a big difference between Tae and Jk is the concern for safety they have. I think Tae is less concerned about giving away too much than Jk is.

I think a lot of people don’t know (or want) to differentiate between normal casual annoyances you will find between any two people that are close and a real deep annoyance that borders to hate. People take things into extremes and see only black and white, while real life often takes place in greys.

[thelampisaflashlight]

Timeo, Timeo

You helped make him, now he is here.

~General Lore and Basic Notes~`

-Timeo was summoned using the ashes of several former members of the church -ghoul and human alike- so it's hard to say exactly whom he takes after in terms of looks and personality... He is simply a hodgepodge of many people, and is all the stranger for it.

Overall, however, Timeo seems to be a rather quiet and reserved sort, having a less free spirited attitude than many of the other ghouls roaming around the abbey's ground, and, indeed, he seems to dislike socializing altogether, with very few exceptions.

Although Timeo lacks certain social graces, he is not entirely impolite, and will often forego his own wants and needs in favor of granting others their own, not wanting to take up space or be a bother to anyone.

-Temperature wise, Timeo appears to be a bit more comfortable in colder weather, and seems to have a fondness for the snow and ice, but struggles in warmer seasons like spring and summer.

-When Timeo speaks, he tends to be rather soft spoken and has difficulty raising his voice to be heard, though it is unclear if this is the result of a physical inability to do so or the result of his timid disposition.

-Timeo works in the abbey's library, sorting and shelving the many, many tomes and silently assisting the librarian here and there.

-Out of all of the ghouls, the ones he has interacted with the most are Aether and Cirrus; Aether, because he's the second most senior quintessence ghoul on the property, so he defers to him on matters regarding his powers, and Cirrus, because, well... he's the least in touch with that side of himself and he's curious about whether or not he could tap into those powers if he tries hard enough.

He's also spent some time around his fellow multi-ghouls, but Swiss and him do not get along due to their clashing personalities, and every time Sunny tries to get him to hang out, Timeo passes on the offer because he doesn't like the activities she suggests.

And lastly;

-Rather than human feet or animal hooves, Timeo has paws more like a cat's, retractable claws included, and he can sometimes be found clawing at the walls here and there if not given alternatives.