#i am just too clingy and weird and strange to be in a relationship but honestly im ok w that

[madwickedawesome]

im bitchless FOR A CAUSE ok 😤

[blue-jisungs]

fighting with them ♡

author's note. my very poor attempt on angst written in june 2023 LMAOOOOO enjoy!! (do not ask me why am i posting it now, i dont know either.)

making up after a fight - here !

┆彡 CHAN [ 찬 ]

chan couldn’t put a finger on it but there was something going on with you lately. from all of the people in the world he knew the best how life can get overwhelming sometimes. you were there for him during his hardships of being an idol… and a human being, in general.

and clearly, you were going through something too. but you didn’t say a word and even seemed to avoid him.

you arrived home late at night on one friday, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. chris is probably… working. so you you can easily sneak into your bedroom without him noticing you, right?

“y/n”

you turned around and saw him in the hallway, hair messed up and glass of water in his hand. his face lit up upon seeing you, however you could sense the weird tone of his voice.

“hi chris. i’ll go to sleep” you mumbled, taking off your shoes

“wait, can we talk? i know it’s late but i feel like nowadays we’re roommates, not a couple” he said. here it is. you let out another sigh

“i had a lot on my head today, can we not?” you grunted, leaving your bag on the floor.

“that’s the thing, y/n. there’s something going on and you just won’t tell me. and when we’re gonna talk when not now? you avoid me, let’s face it” chris continued, voicing out his worries. you knew.

“i’m sorry, okay? it’s just… i don’t want to talk right now and…” you pinched the bridge of your nose, earning a scoff from chan.

“you never want to talk, apparently. relationships are build on trust and communication. and i get the feeling you don’t trust me at all” his voice got a little louder but not to the range of shouting.

“listen, i–“ you started, genuine exhaustion feeling your body. you were afraid to snap and that’s the last thing you wanted to do. especially right now, especially at chris. but if it continues–

“i’m tired of your excuses, y/n! let me help you, talk to me, anything–“ chris pleaded and before you realised, it happened.

“can you shut the fuck up? i told you i’m tired! we’ll talk once you stop interrupting me for god’s sake!”

the realisation sank in as you watched chan’s features change with pain. his jaw tensed, eyes becoming cold.

“sure… i’m sorry. good night” he huffed, his steps leading him back to his studio.

your eyes watered, heart shattering into millions of pieces. you fucked up.

changing into your pyjamas you fell asleep on the couch, feeling like a burden in your own bed. your and chris’. and above all, you felt strange and empty, trying (and failing miserably) to fall asleep without him by your side.

┆彡 MINHO [ 민호 ]

you approached lino quietly, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. he jolted a bit by your sudden appearance, the wooden spoon falling out of his hand.

“oh, sorry baby. how are you today?” you hummed when minho with a grumpy face grabbed the spoon.

“you’re so fucking clingy sometimes…” he grunted, causing your eyes to widen “get off me”

the coldness of his voice made you a bit scared, backing away. minho continued with his cooking task.

“like a literal baby, i swear. let me breathe for once, is this too much to ask for?” he snapped, not even looking at you.

you understood, of course you did. when you started dating minho he wasn’t too big on skinship but… he never spoke like that to you in general or about this.

“okay. i’m sorry” you mumbled, trying not to show how hurt you got by his words “i’ll be in the bedroom”

he didn’t even say anything. you held your tears and walked away, only letting them go once you were buried in your duvet.

┆彡 CHANGBIN [ 창빈 ]

you let out a deep sigh, massaging your temples. changbin was looking at you with straight face, the tense silence between you two constantly interrupted by your group chat exploding with notifications.

“y/n, for the millionth time. they don’t deserve you, they literally treat you like shit” he grunted, glancing at your phone and reading the last message “'y/nnie we’re sorry, the date just slipped my mind', are you kidding me? what kind of an excuse is that?”

the thing was that your friends stood you up, again. lately they do that all the time but you know that they’re busy, just like you.

“a normal one! do i have to remind you the times you forgot about our dates? or i did? we’re humans, we forget things. and they’re my friends, they wouldn’t stand me up! we already rescheduled for tomorrow” you hissed “stop talking shit about my friends!”

“i’m not!” changbin whined “it just pisses me off because they meet up without you! don’t tell me you don’t know that!”

“i don’t because they don’t do that! stop accusing them!” you yelled, surprised by yourself. changbin sighed, his tongue poking the side of his cheek

“fine. just don’t run crying to me when you get stood up again, probably tomorrow” he huffed, crossing his arms

“i won’t!” you grunted, grabbing your phone and walking away to your bedroom.

┆彡 HYUNJIN [ 현진 ]

your boyfriend came home, a loud slam of his bag hitting the floor lighting a red lamp in your head. there was no usual, cheerful “hi baby!” or “i’m home!” coming from him.

hyunjin stepped into the kitchen, ignoring you, and poured himself some water.

“hi hyune” you hummed, approaching him. he mumbled something incoherent back, eyes everywhere but on you. you sighed quietly, shaking your head “how was your day?”

“awful, i’m exhausted” he grunted, poking his cheek with his tongue

“i’m sorry to hear that… here’s some food, i grabbed it from work. let me just finish heating it up” you hummed, smiling softly “and later if you want we can watch a movie?”

“just… i need some time alone. i’m tired, y/n. i know you wouldn’t get it because i’m an idol, i dance and work for the whole day but i just need to rest, okay?” hyunjin grunted, making you halt.

“what do you mean i wouldn’t get it?” you frowned, turning your gaze at him

“you’re… well, you’re not an idol. can i just-?” he spat out, running out of patience.

“oh, so i can’t feel exhausted? i know that working as a cleaning lady is not as mighty as being an idol, but it’s tiring as well” you said slowly, trying not to lose your temper.

“yeah, sure” he scoffed.

your eyes widened, genuine hurt breaking your heart.

“i’ll eat it later, don’t mind heating it up” he grunted and before he waddled away to the bedroom, he heard your murmurs.

“it’s for me… and you don’t mind talking to a filthy cleaning lady later…”

┆彡 JISUNG [ 지성 ]

han was watching you for the past fifteen minutes, tongue poking the side of his cheek. you seemed to have fun while chatting with the other guy. way too much fun.

he just let out a sigh and took a sip of his drink. he hated it. he hated that he had to go to this party, that someone spilled a drink over him, that the food sucked and that you… you were ignoring him.

you let out a laugh and shook your head. the guy who you were talking to, beomgyu, patted your head with a grin.

suddenly you felt a hand on your arm, squeezing it. you turned around and saw jisung and his… tensed jaw.

“oh ji! i was wondering where you were! this is beomgyu, jeongin’s friend…” you smiled and beomgyu greeted your boyfriend with a happy smile

“we need to talk” han just grunted and walked away. you shrugged and beomgyu sent you a questioning look.

following jisung outside, where the weather wasn’t too pleasant, you rubbed your arms and enjoyed the silence.

“what’s up?” you asked, tilting your head.

“are you seriously asking me 'what’s up?'… y/n… you’ve been having the time of your life with that guy” he hissed, crossing his arms.

“beomgyu? what do you mean? we were just talking, that’s all” you scoffed, not fully understanding what he meant.

“please, y/n. you two were flirting! it’s unbelievable” he snarled, his voice raising dangerously.

“jisung, you know i only love you. i was just talking with him because he–“ you started

“cut the bullshit. it’s good to know you had fun at the party but i’m going home. have fun flirting with him” he bursted out, walking away

“jisung, what the fuck?!” you called but he didn’t stop “what do you want me to say? i… i seriously! you can ask him! i wasn’t saying anything–“

entering the room again filled his ears with music, jisung didn’t catch the way your voice broke down. legs leading him towards the exit, he noticed beomgyu watching him shocked.

┆彡 FELIX [ 필릭스 ]

you drummed your fingers on the table nervously, giving the waiter an apologetic look. he walked up to you, sighing.

“i’m sorry ma’am but if you’re not planning on ordering something i’ll have to ask you to leave…” he said. you nodded, grabbing your purse

“i understand” you said and paid for the two glasses of water you ordered earlier.

“i’m sorry” the waiter mumbled, causing blood to flow to your cheeks. you shook your head and left, dialling your boyfriend’s number for the seventh time this night.

“–yeah, i know, right?! what’s up, y/n?” felix answered, the voices in the background becoming quieter.

“where are you?” you asked bluntly, crossing your arms

“i’m at changbin’s, why?” he asked confused

“why? well maybe because i was waiting for you like an idiot for the past two hours? why didn’t you pick up your phone earlier?” you spat out, voice starting to shake

“what are you talking about?” felix grunted

“our date, felix! like the third one you missed because allegedly you were busy? are you doing this on purpose or what?” you huffed, sitting down on a nearby bench.

“i was busy, y/n! i admit, today i forgot but we made plans with guys earlier and i just…” he trailed off.

“you just forgot. again. i don’t have any more patience or strength for that, felix. don’t you see that? you’re prioritising work over me” your voice broke, nails digging into your knees “if it keeps happening–“

“y/n… don’t say that! you know i’m busy, i’m an idol! what did you expect?” felix scoffed.

“i expected my boyfriend to be present in my life, you know? i understand that you’re an idol, i respect that and i support it… i just wish you were there for me, felix. do you even know i got fired yesterday?” you asked and were met with silence “exactly. now… have fun at changbin’s, say hi to the boys. i’m not coming back tonight”

with that you hung up, chest thumping in your chest. well, you’re going to have a sleepover at your best friend’s… again.

┆彡 SEUNGMIN [ 승민 ]

you hummed happily, just getting off the phone with your mom. entering the kitchen you noticed seungmin with his glasses atop of his nose, reading something.

“hey, seungmo! do you have any plans on weekend?” you asked. he shook his head as a no “great! my parents are visiting, then”

he groaned, making you frown.

“what?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“again?” he finally looked up at you, fixing his glasses.

“what do you mean again? they visited us like, month ago!” you shook your head

“it’s just… tiring” he mumbled, playing with the hem of the paper he was reading

“tiring? they’re my parents, seungmin. and it’s hard for them too. they’re still getting used to living in korea, i know how that felt and besides, you should get used to it” you huffed

“okay, so? can’t you just go on your own? i wanted to practice, i could use some time alone” seungmin grunted. you bit your lip, looking down. did he just… did not like your parents? you couldn’t lie, it hurt you.

“fine. have fun then because i guess i’ll leave earlier, since you could use some time alone” you murmured

“are you angry at me?” he asked, some kind of mockery in his voice

“yeah, i am! do you not like them? why didn’t you tell me earlier?” the question made him scoff

“i just don’t feel like going, geez! just go, you’re being annoying today…” he grunted, reassuming his previous task.

you mumbled a soft oh and left your place right away, not bothering to pack. your parents have some clothes of yours at their place either way.

┆彡 JEONGIN [ 정인 ]

you watched jeongin text someone with a huge grin on his face, fingers quickly tapping against the screen of his phone. letting out a deep sigh, you reassumed watching the show.

“wait, why’d you start?” he asked suddenly, putting his phone away

“i asked you like, five times if i can start already” you grunted, not looking at him

“sorry, i was…” he hummed, hesitant “…texting someone”

“who was it?” you asked, not really caring about the weight of the question…

“no one important” he huffed. now, his answer made you confused. anxiety slowly creeping into your heart, you looked at him

“why’d you answer like that? i’m sure that person wouldn’t be too happy to hear that” you joked lightly. jeongin just shrugged, letting out an annoyed sigh. there was a sound of door opening somewhere in the dorm.

“can we just watch?” he asked coldly.

you fell quiet, mind racing with thoughts. if you think about it, you caught him texting and smiling like a teenage girl a couple of times this week. and he always quickly turned off his phone once you were near him. what was it?

“oh, hi you two!” you heard changbin’s voice. you turned around to wave at him and he waved back, then turning your eyes again at the screen “oi, jeongin-ah, did eunjeong text you back?”

your eyes widened upon hearing the name. eunjeong. jeongin’s ex.

you looked at him, his face immediately dropping. you sent a death glare to changbin that only now realised what he said. but that meant… he knew.

“you’re texting her? your ex?” you asked, crossing your arms. jeongin sighed, trying his best not to roll his eyes.

“and what if i am, geez! it’s not that serious, y/n” he grunted, looking at you.

“for me it is, jeongin. you know i have trust issues… and i don’t trust her, especially! besides, you told me you blocked her…?” you asked, heart racing abnormally fast.

“i lied, okay? because you’re so sensitive about everything, just like now! yes, i’m texting eunjeong and honestly, i don’t regret it! she’s fun, okay? we broke up on a good terms” he grunted. you stood up, walking away “where are you going?!”

“i need to think” you hissed, passing changbin by

“that’s exactly what i was talking about… god, such a crybaby over nothing” jeongin murmured, grabbing his phone.

before he could open up a chat with eunjeong, he heard a loud door slam.

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[mari-lair]

Could you do an analysis on what Hanako’s life was like when he was human? And his relationship with the “fake” Tsukasa

As in the time gap between Tsukasa jumping in the hole and until he killed Tsukasa because in the 4pm book stacks, when spider face was cleaning up his wounds I see handprints on his wrists which kind of imply Tsukasa (or someone else) did…things

Also do you feel that the manga implies that sort of thing between Amane and Tsukasa too?

I am not very interested in Hanako’s relationship with Tsukasa, so I can't do a 'proper' analysis. But I’ll share some thoughts.

I personally don’t believe there is a ‘fake’ Tsukasa, he has always been weird, he never told anyone that the ‘god’ under the house copied his speech and he didn't show any hesitation or remorse about sacrificing animals to get his wishes.

Which was all to grant Amane's wishes, a brother he decided he would die for since four. He has been obsessed with Amane since way before learning Amane would kill him.

The only thing the “God” inside Tsukasa seems to have truly done is stunt his growth (he still acts like a child) and give him knowledge a normal human shouldn’t know.

Still, the horror child framing of this change is in the mom's point of view: Amane seems happy.

And Amane’s joy remains for years.

When Nene travels to the past and meets Amane, who appears to be at the very least eight years old, it is heavily implied he didn’t come with his parents, just Tsukasa.

At this point in the story, I don’t think he was being abused, physically or emotionally: He is eager to trust and help Nene, who is a stranger, and he displays a lot of confidence, honesty, and joy. Not being scared even when Nene try to steal his wishing paper.

He doesn’t seem particularly troubled with his family either. He ever implies a member of his family is crazy, or shows intentions of wanting to use his slip to ‘heal’ them, as a kid as sweet as him would likely be inclined to do. He seems a bit lonely cause his bro was focusing on something else that he can't interrupt instead of keeping him company, but that's about it.

And in Shijima's world they are buddies, which would be... weird... if Tsukasa had hurt him.

But I’ll be honest, considering how old this plot point is, Amane’s injuries are extremely vague. It could be anyone.

Maybe something happened, and Tsukasa got violent, and clingy to the point of being hurtful, maybe his parents snapped and Amane couldn't blame family, maybe is a third party, maybe is a curse, I don’t know, I don't plan to re-read the entire manga to get a better feel on it, but since you asked for my opinion, I personally think this turn for the worst in his life is partially the red house fault, and partially Amane’s own actions.

Let’s rewind a bit.

Tsuchigamori, or spider face, said the only person to alter their own fate was Amane. Not Tsukasa, who was influenced by future Kou, or Nene, who is always seeing the past: Just Amane.

Changing the future is such a big deal it became Tsuchi’s yorishiro, the spider can’t get over it. So I would say it is important to consider Amane's ‘normal’ future.

What changed Amane’s wish? What made him give up?

It wasn’t Tsukasa’s disappearance or reappearance. It was his meeting with Nene.

These slips are a big deal.

We are told they are rumored to make your wish come true in a land of supernaturals where every rumor so far was true. And that it is so hard to get all the five colors, that Yako was never able to, and she is an old spirit.

And the wording Amane used is... Concerning.

As the astronomy teacher he was fated to be, Amane would have never met Nene again, and even in the case he was still teaching by the time she was a student, she would have not been an ‘onee-san’ anymore: He needed to die before 14 for her to stay an onee-san when they met again all those decades later.

I do think the red house and Tsukasa and so on plays a big part in Amane’s fucked up life, but it is strange he only got injured and “gave up going anywhere” after meeting Nene and putting his wish on the Tanabata tree.

We have no info on this part of his life though so it’s anyone’s guess.

[batterygarden]

I love your headcanon that he can't do non-con! <33 , i think of it like that as well, but yknow, for me I do love a little bit of Obsessive Denji, where he would probably make us feel isolated to the point we only want him. His jealousy is very high and even if he does not hurt us, he murders other devils (?) in his job as a means of letting out the steam so when we see him, all bloody... idk its a turn on, my legs are open bbyboy AAHHHAHA -Mystery anon (idk how to use the laptop :( help)

Ahh obsessive Denji is valid I do see where his draw comes from… and bloody Denji is ALWAYS hot. Hmmm I’m going to explain why I don’t thirst for him that way though .. feel free to ignore bc I am strange: part of the reason I find Denji so hot in the first place is that he’s the opposite of obsessive! He shakes things off so easily & I actually love how NOT clingy he is lmao… like yeah he’s subby and willing to worship women but he is always just vibing and letting them come to him. I like that he treats nothing like a big deal; his casual like… carelessness ? Is a HUGE part of what makes him sexy for me. Which I acknowledge is maybe odd. I have weird fantasies and like being degraded and irl have big aro vibes like I am easily suffocated and Denji would simply never suffocate me like i wanna suffocate HIM w my affections. EYE want to be the insane one in our relationship., I love keeping him just this silly himbo guy who’s super chill lmao. Also I’m into poly Denji where we’re in an open relationship but I’m his favorite and he’s my fav but we fuck around… its a UNIQUE fantasy like most ppl I don’t think would get it. … I’m into yandere obsessive stuff too! Just not w him idk I’m just a silly guy like that

[kooktrash]

heyyy im new to tumblr so I hope I’m doing this right if not sorryyyy! but my requests are : a prequel to never again.

Continuation/Drabble of : Only love, Between roommates, Love Stream, & Discretion. I know that’s a lot of requests and you definitely do not have to do them but I just found your work and have binged read those so far. Loveee your writing and hope you have a great day <333

DRABBLE FOR: love stream

Jungkook was annoyed and he couldn’t understand why. He’s never been the jealous type, to be fair he hasn’t been in a committed relationship in years and on top of that he’d been too busy with sleeping around with anyone that he didn’t feel jealousy when he didn’t even have feelings for any of them. All day he’s felt on edge just thinking about how easy it’d for someone to sweep you out from under him and he’d be alone. He didn’t care how strange it was that you came together, all he cared about now was that you were his and he was yours. Just thinking about anyone coming between you left him angry and irritated—

“Jungkook?”

He thinks he might love you. You haven’t spoken the L word to each other just yet considering you’ve only been together for a little over a month but he seriously thought that was the case now. How would you even feel if he said it? Would you think he was insane? He looked to your bedroom where you had called his name and he couldn’t hold in the little whine that left his lips.

There you were dressed in that wonderful cloudy blue two piece set with little gems and ribbons tying you together like a cute present for him to unwrap. You leaned against the doorframe, blue bunny ears as you wiggled the pair of black ones he’d taken permanent ownership of. You smiled wickedly at him, “Do you wanna play, bunny?”

Fuck.

He couldn’t get off the couch fast enough sweeping you into his arms and tackling you down on your bed, “How are you so perfect?”

“I just am,” you laughed as he kissed your neck lovingly suddenly in a much better mood than earlier. You spent the night together, too busy doing what you did best being in each other’s arms and by morning he wasn’t even letting you out of his sight.

Majority of the day was spent with him following you around the apartment wherever you chose to disappear to. Lately he’s spent more time at your place than his own but you didn’t necessarily mind it. He had asked you a couple days if you were annoyed by it and when you said it was okay he even brought a bag of stuff.

Later you were to have your stream and fighting Jungkook to go out had taken a lot more energy than you thought. His pout was evident on his face as you pushed him into the bathroom to shower alone, “But we can just go together after the live!”

“Your friends have been blowing up your phone trying to hang out,” you told him crossing your arms over your chest, “Go hang out with them and I’ll meet you there. They’re gonna start to think I’m keeping you from them.”

Jungkook stomped on the bathroom tile in a tantrum, “But I want you to keep me from them. All Sungho talks about is how he knew you before me and it’s so weird.”

“Yeah but Sungho won’t get this at the end of the night,” you said lifting up his t-shirt that you currently wore. Upon lifting it off Jungkook caught sight of the lilac lingerie set he bought for you just the other day. You had changed into it after a shower so that he could have something to look forward to at night.

He looked up, eyes trailing down your body and smiling. Jungkook walked to where you stood, kneeling over as he got a good look of it and the red tattoo. He let his free hand come to the back of your thigh pulling you close to him so he could kiss your stomach. You whined pushing him back at the weird sensation. “Jungkook!” You squealed laughing when his kisses started turning ticklish. He threw his towel down as he hugged your midsection, “You just make it so hard to want to leave you.”

“If I knew I’d have a clingy giant on my hands I wo—Ah!” You giggled as he picked you up. He smiled, “Finish that sentence. You would’ve what?”

You were laughing too hard being swung over his shoulder and with an echoing smack on your butt as he looked at it through the mirror you let yourself slump against him, “I would’ve loved you anyway.”

He paused and for a split second you debated trying to take it back. He was sliding you back off letting you sit on the counter, “You what?”

You bit your lip nervously feeling signs of word vomit ready to come out, “I—Well, yeah, you kn—“

“I love you too,” Jungkook rushed out sensing your hesitation, “I love you and I’ve been wanting to tell you it for a while but I thought I’d scare you off.”

Trying to make light of the situation you laughed, “Oh that’d be completely terrifying. My cute, clingy boyfriend telling me he loves me? A heart attack right there.”

He laughed helping you off the counter, “Alright alright let me shower before I ditch the party all together and spend the night with you instead.”

“Wow I can’t believe I have a boyfriend who’d rather hang with me than his friends, I’m just so lucky aren’t I?” You said stepping out of the bathroom with another slap on your butt as you walked past him. You gave him your middle finger and he just winked, “Not my fault, it was just there inviting m—“

“Just shower! You smell like sex and unwashed hair,” you teased going to close the door. Through it you could hear him yell at you.

“Now because you said that I’m gonna use all your expensive shampoo!”

::.

omg??? Why was this kinda good? anyways thanks for sending in a request :)))))))))))

[k3rm1e]

cuddling headcanons! ★~(◡﹏◕✿)

this is more of a test thing to see if i like writing this way and if this blog does well

other imagines and headcanons won't include everyone i write unless it is specifically requested and is a prompt i really like

includes: wilbur nihachu karljacobs quackity dream georgenotfound sapnap p!tommyinnnit p!badboyhalo p!skeppy p!eret p!philza p!tubbo p!ranboo

cw: cursing

wilbur:

wilbur is a very cuddle-y guy

to me he seems very soft

i always see people saying he would like spooning, but i disagree

i feel like he would do more of a half-spooning thing with his head on your chest or the other way around

mans would DEFINITELY make you run your fingers through his hair

i feel like he would lay on your chest and just *nuzzle* into the space between your shoulder and neck

anytime you tried to leave him, whether it was because he had to do something or you had to, he would whine. so. fucking. much.

It would probably always go something like:

you - i need to piss

wilbur - no <3

but the moment he decides its time to stop cuddling its fine

and if you complain that you’re gonna miss him he’ll just call you clingy and tease you

like??? sir???

all in good fun though, no bad intentions :)

nihachu:

i feel like you and niki would face each other

with your head like under her chin and in her chest (this is a bad description but look at the “honeymoon hug” on the list for better explanation ;-;)

she would always want to protect you

so she does that by like almost guarding you and keeping you close

niki would definitely do the arm thing where she just lightly moves her hand up and down you arm

i’m so sorry if you don't understand that, it just feels like something she would do

if you haven't experienced that it kinda sorta feels like spiders??? but in a good way???

but generally she is very protective

she just holds you so close the whole time

even if she doesn’t want to let you go, she’s more understanding about it

she would be upset but wouldn’t show it because she doesn’t want to make you feel guilty

niki is generally just an amazing cuddle-r (is that a word?) and has a super comforting presence

karljacobs:

karl would definitely keep your head on his chest

the whole time he would just absolutely squeeze the life out of you

he would constantly bend his neck down to kiss your head

and instead of just like leaving his head down so he could kiss you it would just be:

*inner monologue karl* hmmm i wanna kiss them on their head

and he would lean down to do so which, cute

but then five seconds later he would do it again

and again another five seconds later

and again

very cute karl but please sir, your neck is gonna be so messed up after this

when you had to leave he would be upset, but like niki, would try not to show it

except karl is very bad at that and his pouting would be so obvious

so you would feel guilty and layback down with him

immediately he just becomes (●´ω｀●)

like a happy little puppy

karl is just too adorable for you to deny

quackity:

now we all know this, quackity is a huge dork

which is why i believe he would DEFINITELY use your butt as a pillow

not even in a weird way

i just feel like quackity isn’t too comfortable with touch so this is sorta his way of being close to you without it being a whole serious thing

like he still is able to be goofy and comfortable without it being a whole big thing

him doing this would almost always come with a flatty patty joke from you

which always causes him to threaten divorce, even though you aren’t married

while it isn’t a very good position for things like physical touch, it is good for talking and having conversations

for some reason i feel like he’s the type of person to text someone when they’re right next to each other

so while he’s laying down he’ll just send you random photos of himself

very annoying when your phone is spammed, but also good blackmail material >:)

i don’t think he’d be too clingy

obviously, he enjoys spending time with you

but if you told him you need to go do work or something he wouldn’t throw a fit or pout

big q just seems like he’d be more rational about stuff like that

overall a 420/69 cuddle partner

dream:

one word: spooning

mans just envelops you and has no shame

very big: “no you are mine! >:(“ energy

while he’s sleeping he’ll unconsciously nuzzle his head into your hair/the back of your neck

when you guys got to bed patches usually climbs in and you hold her

i love patches so much i could write headcanons just about her

dream always wants to be cuddling you

if you try to leave he won’t pout, there simply isn't a discussion on whether you’re moving or not

incase you haven’t caught on yet, the answer is no

you need to do work? just bring the laptop to bed

he needs to edit? just sit in his lap at his desk, duh

obviously, he knows at some point you guys need to stop cuddling

he just isn’t too stoked about it

when it comes time where he absolutely can’t cuddle with you, i feel like he’d be more chill

mainly just annoyed

georgenotfound:

i feel like george, like quackity, also wouldn’t be too touchy

i’m pretty sure he has a hard time expressing emotions (please correct me if i’m wrong!!) and i think that would crossover to his sleeping habits

i think he would prefer a sort of back-to-back cuddling position

it seems cold, i know

but also he would most definitely kick at you

so every night while trying to go to sleep suddenly you would just feel *kick*

and then instead of sleep you’re suddenly playing footsie

lots of laughter and warm feelings involved

george would probably pretend that you kicked his leg hard or something and act like you hurt him

the first few times you were actually worried

but then after a few months your only response was a sarcastic “cry about it”

which just led to more laughter

sapnap:

sapnap and you would do a sort of leg hug thing

you both you try to go to sleep in a cute spooning-type position

but the moment one of you fell asleep it all unraveled

you would wake up apart but you’re legs would still be touching

sapnap would joking blame it on you

“wow can’t believe you don't wanna be close with me even when we’re asleep”

“it’s not my fault! i can’t control where i end up when i sleep!”

“no, no. you don’t have to lie. i see how it is.”

“>:(“

but it's okay!

your legs are the first thing to react in a flight-or-fight situation, so they usually react in an honest way

which is like your legs are both reaching to hold each other!

p!tommyinnit:

i don’t get a very touchy vibe from tommy

i feel like the most he would do is put his arm over your shoulder

not in a flirty way, just in a “hey, there isn’t a lot of space, this will make sitting down more comfortable” way

he will let you sorta fidget with his hand/arm

i don't know if that makes sense but what i mean is that he’ll pretty much let his arm go *flop* so you can control it (by like moving it around or playing with his fingers)

in the beginning he would get annoyed

but eventually he would get used to it and wouldn’t really care

it sounds a bit strange but i personally find it very comforting to just have something to fidget with while watching youtube or netflix in bed with my friends

and it’s entertaining (sometimes i do this to me sister to annoy her :>)

he would act like he didn’t mind if you left him

but holy shit he is so clingy

If you try to leave it’ll just be “no, why??? stay here dumbass”

you would be slightly annoyed when he had to leave  but knew he had to film and stream and all that so you would be okay

p!badboyhalo:

you would kinda sit within bad’s lap

like not on his lap, but more of in between his legs

he would have his arms around you

and his phone would be in front of you so you two could scroll through twt or instagram together

or you guys could watch skeppy’s youtube ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

rat would sit in your lap

she’s just;;;;;;;; so adorable

rat is just so soft and fuzzy in your lap and everytime you move to pet her she just melts

rat is the the superior cuddle buddy to any of these block people

p!skeppy:

skeppy, similar to quackity, is a total dork

he would make sure you guys were in a position where he could effectively troll you

so if your head was near his lap he would just flick you or some

“dude can you please stop hitting me in the head”

“it turns out i am not actually hitting you in your head because based on the perpendicularity of the bisector multiplied by the photosynthesis of the dividend, it is impossible for me to do so”

“wtf”

lya is so goddamn sick of you guys

she's trying to get him to actually do something but instead he’s just sitting there throwing paper airplanes at you while you sleep

he’s an annoying asshole but it's okay because he gives you money for absurd reasons

p!eret:

eret has such a comfortable presence

i feel like she wouldn’t be up for cuddling too much

more of like putting your head on a friends shoulder so you can see the tweet their showing you

but they do like to hold hands

holding hands isn’t very intimate but it's also just such a sweet comforting thing

she even holds your hand when you guys are out walking around

like if you guys were getting food somewhere (post-covid of course)

you most likely would get addressed as a couple

and he would just be like”...wut?”

it’s happened so many times at this point you just go along with it

“you guys look like such a cute couple!”

“oh we aren't-” “thank you!”

can you tell that i love eret?

p!philza:

phil always has such dad vibes

i feel like the closest he would get to cuddling is hugs and hand holding

even though cuddling isn’t inherently romantic, he is married to kristen

so i fell he would get most of his touch in with her

but with you he’s just so fatherly

hello dadza

whether you have a good or bad relationship with your father, everyone can admit that philza minecraft is dadza

this is such a dad thing, but tries to hold you hand when you cross the street

no matter the age, he just feels the need to protect you

hugs are similar

uses hugs as a way to comfort you and protect you

just so amazing all around

p!tubbo:

tubbo would love cuddling in any way, shape, or form

if you guys are hanging out at like the park or something and lying down

get ready to become this mans pillow

this is really fun to do with your friends but imagine you guys are hanging out in a field type area (with my friends we hand out in the field next to the cemetery but it can be any open grass area)

tubbo would just use your lap as a pillow the whole time

and when you guys were walking back to his house he would sorta drape his arms over your shoulders (assuming he’s taller than you)

he would do the same thing when you guys were sitting in chairs or at a desk

just drapes his arms over your shoulder with his chin on your head

if it's really late and he's tired he’ll just hug you

p!ranboo:

if you thought tubbo is bad, ranboo is even worse

not even really cuddling, he just likes having a sort of skin-to-skin contact

so handholding and laying on top of eachother

if he’s streaming he will legitimately message ou to just sit next to him

so sometimes if he’s just chilling by himself on the smp you’ll end up on his streams

he’ll have you next to him just because he likes be near someone

and so randomly it’ll just be like “chat, a real human is here, behave”

chat does not behave

(they heavily bully him)

he’s pretty clingy but when you HAVE to leave he’ll understand and just be a bit bummed out

holy shit this took me so long-

if you read this whole thing thank you!

[messrmoonyy]

I think it would be cool if you wrote something about remus having a birthday party at grimmauld place and the whole order is there or some like that Idk

I am back from the writing dead again. I was taking my biannual i-literally-cannot-find-a-single-ounce-of-writing-creativity-in-my-brain break lmao. But here we are. Tho it’s pretty long to make up for my absence!

As always it took me forever to answer but I loved this one! I love writing slightly awkward pre-dating Remadora. Enjoy!

Feel free to see the rest of my work on my masterlist and you can also find the links to all my playlists and my AO3 there!

Pairing: Remus lupin x Nymphadora Tonks

Warnings: none

The order were behaving… odd. They weren’t exactly the most normal bunch to begin with, but they were acting much more strange than normal. Some were out right ignoring him, others not attempting to hold conversation past a mere hello and just acting awkward around him. Sirius was acting shifty. Dedalus simply gave a sort of panicked squeak whenever he attempted a conversation now. Kingsley made excuses to avoid him.

Even Nymphadora was acting off with him. They’d grown incredibly close over the past year, he still wasn’t entirely sure on what the label on their relationship was. They were good friends, but sometimes the tension between them was unbearable, sometimes his heart beat a little too fast when she squeezed in beside him when he was hiding away between the bookcases in the library. Or when she was paired with him on a mission. Or when she smiled at him in a way that seemed reserved only for him.

He liked to think she felt the same too. Sometimes when they were sitting in a comfortable silence, sat together doing work or reading, and his hand would accidentally touch hers, he could just about hear her own heart pick up.

They stuck together like glue nowadays. Whenever she was at Grimmauld she made a beeline for him, then they barely parted until she went home again.

Though the last few days she’d avoided him like everyone else had. Even more so today. He was certain she was in the house, she never made a particularly quiet entrance, he’d waited for her to join him in the living room but she didn’t appear. He’d been tempted to get up and go search for her. But if she’d wanted to talk to him then she’d have gone to him. Wouldn’t she? He was starting to worry he’d said something to upset her, not that he could think of anything.

Maybe on their last mission when he’d grabbed her to pull her out of the way of a curse, maybe she hadn’t liked it. Or maybe when he’d complimented her outfit, had that been weird? Had he been clingy this entire time? Had she just grown tired of him always being around?

He tried to focus his attention back onto his book, but he couldn’t get back into it. He re read the same line four times before closing it with a sigh. He wondered if Tonks would be staying at Grimmauld tonight, maybe he could ask her if he was just being a little ridiculous with his worrying in the morning. Or maybe just a double check if he had done anything to upset her.

He turned to look at the fire as it popped and crackled in the fireplace, it made him feel a little sleepy actually as he watched the flames lick at the logs that Sirius had chopped in the morning for something to do. But soon his mind was drifting back to her again. He wondered if she was with Sirius. Because she was pretty close with Sirius, ever since they had reunited they were like two mischievous peas in a pod. It was almost like having James around again. Sirius with his just as devious sidekick.

Maybe that was why she wasn’t talking to him. Maybe she’d realised she’d much rather hang around with Sirius, someone a bit more her speed. They had far more in common, on paper they were a much better suited pair of friends than he and Nymphadora were. Remus’ days of troublemaking were far behind him but he had gotten the impression Nymphadora quite enjoyed her more quieter time with him. Perhaps not.

It felt quite ridiculous really to even be thinking about it. He felt like he should be back in school again when he’d had silly crushes on girls, just fleeting schoolboy fancies that didn’t mean anything really but felt enormous at the time. But what he was feeling for Tonks wasn’t fleeting. It wasn’t going away. It simply grew stronger every day. She’d rooted herself in his brain and refused to leave his mind.

“ alright? “ he turned towards the door as a voice broke his train of thought to see her stood there, arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe. She was breathtaking as ever. Her face slightly flushed from the chill that was still in the air that spring hadn’t quite managed to shift yet, telling him she’d been outside. Her hair was blue, long and twisted up into a knot with her wand. It was quite ridiculous how she always managed to render him speechless every time she appeared before him “ Kneazle got your tongue? “

“ I- no. Sorry. Good evening Nymphadora “ he took pride in the fact she bristled whenever anyone else used her full name, yet she quite often than not let him get away with it “ I didn’t hear you arrive “ that was a lie. He had heard arrive hours before. Usually the entire house knew when she turned up, if she wasn’t loudly announcing it she was tripping over something. Nymphadora was very much the kind of person you heard before you saw.

“ maybe because you were totally zoned out “ she said as she walked into the room and plonked herself down on the sofa opposite him “ What were you thinking about? “ you.

“ nothing important “ she rolled her eyes but was smiling. He wasn’t very good at lying to her. She always saw right though him “ did you need something? “ he asked, trying to shift the topic of conversation.

“ I was wondering if we could have a chat actually? “ his heart dropped at that. It couldn’t be good. He’d definitely done something to upset her, he’d definitely ruined things. His overthinking had clearly been right.

“ oh. Yes. of course “ he tried his best to remain normal. Calm. Not show that he was trying to think of any all possible ways he could have upset her, whilst also trying to figure out how on earth he would manage without her around anymore.

“ kitchen maybe? “ he got up from the armchair and placed his book down with a nod. She waited a few moments before standing up herself and he couldn’t ignore the way she gave him a quick look up and down as she got to her feet. It made his cheeks burn. She must of noticed it too, because her lips had pulled up into a smirk as she stepped past him and headed for the door.

She was going to be the death of him he was certain of it. She’d simply looked at him and he felt like melting into a puddle on the ground. It almost made him forget about his panic for a moment.

But as he followed her down the stairs it hit him like a train again. This was it he guessed, she was probably going to tell him that she didn’t think they should keep up with what they had going on. Probably ask if they could be taken off order missions together, tell him it was a mistake attempting to be his friend.

But he couldn’t have been more wrong.

“ surprise!! “ he was suddenly showered in confetti, it shooting out of the ends of wands and into the air, as she pushed open the kitchen door.

“ happy birthday Remus! “

“ happy birthday Moony! “ Remus felt his chest swell as he looked at the few guests before him, all smiling. Even Emmeline was smiling, the seemingly permanent sour expression on her face having twisted into one that looked somewhat pleasant.

He’d almost forgotten it was even his birthday. He’d been far too occupied and he hadn’t celebrated it for years. He hadn’t even told anyone but clearly Sirius had. He was quite happy to just pretend the day didn’t exist and he wasn’t particularly fond of reminding himself that another year had passed him by. Especially lately.

“ happy birthday “ Dora had grabbed onto his arm and squeezed softly as she said it, beaming a smile at him “ didn’t think you’d be able to sneak this one past me did you? “

“ c’mon moons! Drink! “ Sirius thrust a bottle into his hand as everyone tapped them together with a resounding cheers! Someone placed one of Sirius’ Abba records on, even though it has a tendency to jump in the middle of dancing queens second chorus. There was a particularly awkward round of present giving, with Remus not entirely enjoying the thought of people spending money on him.

There was an abundance of chocolate frogs from most of the order who didn’t seem to have much of an idea on what to get him, a new scarf from Molly and a note saying she wished she could have been there, a new set of quills from Kingsley and finally a present from Tonks and Sirius.

“ we chipped in together for this one. Cause he’s not exactly going to go out shopping is he? “ Tonks said with a grin and nodded to Sirius “ so happy birthday. From us both “ he watched as she rummaged around in one of the cupboards that she’d hidden the gift in, before placing it on the table in front of him.

It was a new briefcase. All soft leather and brass catches, a red ribbon tied to the Handle and a tag stating ‘ to our Moony, love from your favourite people ever ‘ a closer look saw it had golden writing on the top ‘ Professor RJ Lupin’. It was a replacement for his old one.

He didn’t know what to say. Didn’t even want to think about how much it had cost them both. Or the fact that he was no longer a professor. But Tonks seemed to pick up on it all without him evening needing to say a word out loud.

“ you’ll be back teaching again after this war. You will “ she said it softly as if she weren’t in a room filled with other people. Like only they were there alone. Her eyes soft and looking at him with baited breath for his response. Part of him wanted to be angry at them for splashing out on him like that when they could be downing their money on much better things. And maybe he would be mad at Sirius later. But for now he’d let that go.

“ thank you. Really. For everything “ her face cracked into a grin again, her eyes sparkling with the joy that he liked it.

Drinks began to flow though Remus reserved himself to one bottle, getting drunk wasnt his forte anymore. Though Sirius happily downed the varying supply of alcohol like it was pumpkin juice.

One thing he was thankful for was no one made anymore attempts to make him the centre of attention even if it was his party. They knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t like that and they mostly let him be as he sat towards the end of the table and watched the others enjoy themselves. He watched with fondness as Tonks made up some elaborate dance to Gimmie Gimmie with Dedalus. He thought that was quite a good way to spend his birthday. Fawning over the beautiful Auror he’d fallen in love with.

“ you’re staring mate “ Sirius plonked himself down beside him, the whiskey in his glass sloshing precariously close to the rim “ you know it’s clear as day that you fancy the arse off of her right? “ he took a long swig from his glass and gave Remus a nod as he did “ she fancies you too you know. Got the right hots for you she has “ his words were slightly slurred but Sirius could drink a brewery dry and still make it home in one piece. So he knew there must be some truth in his words. And it made Remus’ heart pound in his chest.

“ don’t be ridiculous “ Sirius scoffed at that and gave a shrug.

“ you’re the only one who can’t see it. Never were very observant in that department were you? Anastasia Conway in fifth year literally asked you on a date and you still thought she just wanted to be your friend. Clearly nothing has changed “ he seemed to find that hilarious and almost choked as he downed the last of his drink. He soon grew bored of Remus and decided to try a little bit of dancing for himself which, thankfully for Remus, promoted Tonks to join him instead.

She sat down beside him, so close that her arm pressed to his. Her cheeks were glowing, warm from all her dancing, and she sipped at a bottle of beer for a moment before speaking.

“ Having a good time?“ he gave a nod and a smile crept onto his face, the kind that only she seemed able to draw out of him. It was always an odd feeling being around her. He almost instantly relaxed her his heart always began to pound in his chest “ good. Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday? Cant believe I had to learn the news from Sirius “

“ I don’t like to make a fuss “ she smiled and rolled her eyes, leaning back slightly and getting a good look at him.

“ I think you deserve to have people make a fuss of you for once “ her voice had become softer as she said it and it made his heart skip.

“ I don’t believe my existence is quite worth celebrating “

“ I do “ she moved back closer to him again and her hand reached for his “ I do Remus “ her fingers slipped in between his and she gave a gentle squeeze.

He mulled over what Sirius had said. Realising that maybe he was right. But then again he could just be completely misinterpreting the signs. It could simply just be a friendly gesture and nothing more. He couldn’t risk asking or ruining it.

As the night moved on Sirius got drunker and most people left. Tonks had only briefly left his side a few times but the pair of them had stayed quite content at the back of the kitchen, listening to the music and chatting about completely useless things. Though now they were in a comfortable silence and it was growing close to midnight when she spoke again.

“ hey “ he turned his head a little as Tonks’ elbow prodded his side, her mouth getting closer to his ear “ think they’d notice if we slipped out for a minute? Gotta show you something “ he glanced back to where Sirius and Dedalus were having an insanely animated conversation about Dedalus’ hat, Sirius 3 glasses of fire whiskey too many, and the purple hat seemingly the most fascinating thing to his currently drunk self.

“ absolutely not… is everything okay? “

“ yeah yeah. Just come on. Quiet “ she pushed carefully out of her seat and placed down her bottle of beer, reaching for Remus’ hand. He got that same fluttering in his stomach at her contact, internally scolding himself for being so unbelievably pathetic, and stood up too. Her fingers were cold as they laced into his and lead him out of the kitchen, going up the stairs as silently as he thought she’d ever managed before.

Remus couldn’t help the silly smile that crept back onto his face, the kind that came unbelievably easily around Nymphadora. Maybe the bottle of beer has helped loosen him up a little bit too, but that was simply an excuse. She made him feel like a silly little love sick teenager everytime he was around her.

“ where are we going? “ he asked with a small laugh as they reached the landing and she made a specific effort to avoid the umbrella stand. She was convinced that Sirius was moving it purposely to trip her up.

“ so many questions “

“ and so little answers “ she turned to him and rolled her eyes, a mischievous glint present. She made him weak at the knees.

He followed her down the hall and she lead him into the library. He liked to think of the library as his space. Absolutely no one else used it and he’d always felt quite comforted surrounded by books. And he did have a small habit of growing snappy if anyone did happen to venture in there. But he had no such feelings when ever Tonks joined him.

“ thought this was a little more your pace…. And we can just be alone for a bit if you want to? “ he gave a nod, words somehow failing him and she smiled warmly “ good. Wanna put that record on? “ she didn’t wait for him to answer and went about turning the player on and dropping the needle onto the record. It was another of Sirius’ muggle ones he’d hidden around the house in his youth but played songs from the 50s. They reminded him of his mother.

He sat down on the sofa as she started bobbing her head around, reading the track list on the back of the cardboard sleeve. He’d found in his time knowing her that those kind of moments were his favourite. The small, almost meaningless moments. The times when she did something so small that it wasn’t out of the ordinary or some brand gesture. Just times when she was just….herself. Like right in that moment, humming along to the song, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair away from her face, her head bobbing along and her fingers drumming against the cardboard.

It was the moments like that when he realised how ridiculously in love with her he really was.

“ you wanna dance? “ he blinked a few times as she snapped him out of his own thoughts, he’d head tilted slightly to the side in question.

“ I don’t really dance “ she gave him that smirk and reached out her hand to him.

“ everyone can dance Remus “ she pulled him to his feet before he could protest waiting for a moment as the song ended and a more upbeat one began “ just stop thinking so much. No one else is here. Just me “ her dancing was just as erratic as he’d expect from her. All flailing limbs and jumping around. So carefree and so unapologetically herself it almost made him jealous “ how about I close my eyes yeah? Come on. Let’s close our eyes. Then not even I’m going to see you “

He couldn’t bring himself to truly let loose, even in front of her, even with her eyes closed. But he tried. He hadn’t danced in a long time. And as he tried to let some of his stress and tension go, memories of Gryffindor parties flashed behind his eyes. Jumping around on the sofas in the common room and dancing around on the table with his tie wrapped around his head.

They danced until the song ended and he opened his eyes to find her already looking at him with a smile on her face. The way she was looking at him, with such adoration and fondness in her eyes, equal parts terrified him and excited him.

“ told you you could dance “ she said with a little laugh. There was a moment of silence and she almost looked as though she wanted to say something to him but looked away and walked over to the window.

She hoped up onto the window sill and leant her head back against the cool glass, seemingly making some attempt to cool down. He stood still a little awkwardly in the middle of the room still watching her as if she were a goddess placed upon the earth for him, so unbelievably dumbfounded by her existence it was almost embarrassing.

“ c’mere “ she said with a smile on her face and held out her hands to him. He walked over and took them as she pulled him to stand in front of her, playing idly with his fingers as she seemed to survey him for a moment “ having a good birthday? “ she was still playing with his fingers, her own hands soft and cold to the touch. He wondered if that was why she always wore her little leather gloves “ Remus?”

He felt his cheeks heat up as he realised he hadn’t actually answered her yet, too distracted by something as simple as her hands.

“ yes. I-yes. I’m not sure when the last birthday party I had was. It was a lovely surprise. Thank you “ she gave him that cheeky grin of hers and shrugged.

“ you deserved it. Always so tense, needed to relax a bit. Though Sirius took that a little too literally “ she mused, thinking of how drunk Sirius was. They were quiet again for a few moments before she spoke again.“ I er. I have something else for you as well actually “ she said quietly and he looked down at her to see she was already watching him intently, and he thought that maybe she looked… nervous. He’d never really seen her nervous before, she was always so confident.

“ you’ve done more than enough for me today Nymphadora really. The amount of money I- I don’t even want to think about it “

“ it’s alright. This one, well, let’s say it’s priceless? “ he gave her a confused look and then He froze as her hand rose to cup his cheek. Her fingers were gentle as they ran over his hairline and traced the scar that sliced through his eyebrow. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest it was almost painful. “ don’t freak out “ she whispered before pulling him down to kiss her. He didn’t quite know what to do. He hadn’t exactly had much practice in terms of kissing in the last few years, and he was in a complete state of shock.

His hands were awkward. Not sure if he had permission to touch her, not wanting to push any boundaries. Never had he even dreamed that Tonks might return the feelings that had been growing stronger everyday in his chest. Yet there she was, with her soft lips pressed against his. And he realised almost too late that he was absolutely wasting what might be his one and only chance.

So just as she was beginning to pull away, he leaned back in. His hand cautiously fell to her waist, just light enough for her to push him away if she wanted to. But she simply smiled against his lips and placed her hand over his, encouraging him to hold her closer. And he did. He stepped closer between her legs, mildly concerned she was going to fall off the window ledge, his other hand slipping up into her hair to keep her steady.

He could think of nothing but her. She was filling every one of his senses, almost overwhelmingly. He couldn’t form a single thought other than her. A part of him threatened to ruin the moment and tell him how wrong this all was, but he pushed it away. Her hand snaked around to the back of his neck, slipping into his hair and getting him as close to her as she could. It was as if she had been as desperate to kiss him as he had her.

When they had no choice but to part to gasp for air, she stayed barely a few centimetres away from his face for a few moments. Her warm breath against his lips, one hand still threaded into the curls at the nape of his neck and the other against his cheek, her fingers rubbing soft circles into his skin. He felt as though he were floating, high off the ecstasy of something as simple as kissing the woman he’d fallen in love with. He knew that tomorrow morning she might regret the entire thing. She wasn’t drunk, she’d barely drank two beers, but she still may not have been thinking clearly.

But he refused to think about that now. He’d worry about that tomorrow. He was going to live in that moment for as long as he could too.

“ happy birthday Remus “

[misumeaw-blog]

13 Days 13 Fanfics | Counting down Albedo’s Birthday

Pairing : Albedo x GN! Reader 

Genre : Fluff | Established relationship

Warning : None

Word count : 1,699 words 

note : I can die peacefully now, I believe the entire family can hear me screaming. Day 13 will be based on Albedo's mail. I suck at kissing btw, sooo I tried

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Day 12 Moment of Birth Part 1: Midnight

Light from houses in the city of freedom starting to turn into darkness; but not all, liveliest place in the slumbering city in the lake still filled with drunkards and music from the bard. Angel share, is night-active with drinks and socializing drinkers.

You have a meeting with your friends to discuss what to give Albedo for his birthday, Although..

 

“You guys seriously haven’t kissed yet? It’s been nearly a year”

things seemed going in the completely wrong direction “Shhh quiet please, Captain Kaeya. It’s not a big deal, I understand he wanted to take things slow” Still, there are times where you yearn for more than hugs and pecks on your face.

“Our Chief Alchemist has really taken your advice Too well, Kaeya” Lady in purple attire and a large witch hat, decorated with roses spoke up “That little genius never opened up for this sort of relationship” eyepatch man took another gulp to his mouth “I’m still surprised you managed to make him fall for you”

“Kaeya, rude” lightly zapped the one-eyed captain before turning to you “If he doesn’t make the first step, you’d need to do it” she placed her finger on your lips “Alright, alright, stop everyone” you harsh your friends before things getting out of hand “I just wanted a piece of advice on what to give Albedo for his birthday, so how did this turned to-“ Yup, that sparked your idea.

 

Both Knights of Favonius glanced at each other then back to you “Do you still need our help?”

 

The following morning you knocked on the Acting Grand Master’s room “Come in” an assertive voice flew out from the wooden door “Good morning, Master Jean. Do you know where Klee is?” “Good morning, I think she’s by the lake near Wolvendom. Oh and if you’re going to meet her, please make sure she doesn’t explode all the fish” she spoke without looking at you, eyes on massive amounts of paperwork

“One other thing, Acting Grand Master. I would be greatly appreciated if you kindly grant Albedo’s leave on his birthday” you figured your boyfriend might need a day off, in case he wanted to spend time with you and Klee “Oh right, his birthday is approaching” she glanced at the calendar “Yes of course, please do send him my regards if I couldn’t inform him myself” Closing the door after thanking her, ‘alright, off to Wolvendom’ you recalled your plan

 

Explosions can be heard from afar, the little girl should be nearby. Fish flying out in the sky, big splash easily visible. A small girl in red clothing having fun tossing bombs into stilled water. You called for her and she turned around “Y/N! Klee missed you” red coat sprinting to you, hugging you as soon as you’re in her reach By now she sees you as another sibling, despite you’re actually dating her brother. “Having fun today mh Klee?” glancing at the amount of dead fish on the ground “Yup! The kind uncle at the fishing asso..asso..” “Fishing association?” “Yes! the fishing association told Klee there’s a bunch of new fish all over Mondstadt, Klee will blast them all” You know fishing normally is better for the fish, but you let it slide for her happiness “Hey Klee, I have to borrow your brother the day before his birthday; well, tomorrow, is that alright?” You crouch down to the little girl’s height “Aw, but Klee wanted to be with big brother Albedo..” “I know Klee, but by that time you would be asleep. Would you like to help me prepare snacks for Albedo then?” “Yayy, Klee wanna help!” “Alright, keep it between us m’kay?” Holding out a pinky finger for the young one to hook with hers

 

‘And to keep Albedo busy..’ You head to the fountain plaza to one of your boyfriend’s assistants, Timaeus. “Morning Timaeus, do you know where Sucrose is?” A bit weird to start a conversation about her, since you and Sucrose don’t really get along “Sucrose? I’m not sure. Do you want me to help find her?” “No, no no no, uh, Timaeus, I need you to help distract Albedo tomorrow, mild difficulty experiment, anything” “Is that all? All Right” Scholar alchemist agreed to lend you a hand “Thanks, Timaeus”

    You headed off to your next destination ‘Alright, time for a hard part’ the last part of your plan is rather hard, you wondered if he gonna help you

 

 

“Mark it as done!” wow that was.. easy, perhaps it’s because of three high-quality bottles of wine in his hands. You asked.. or rather, hired anemo bard to play songs for the night and extra requested to let the wind carry the song to you.

In the evening, you have scouted the area you wanted to give the alchemist your gift and found the perfect place. An area where you can see both the city of freedom and the icy summit, high enough for the gentle breeze to flow, beautifully decorated with flowers and greenery. Starsnatch cliff, also the home of the flower which held meaning, the truest feelings of prodigal son, Cecilia.

 

The next day everything went according to plan. Light meal fully prepared with the help of the pyro girl, Timaeus kept Albedo busy so he couldn’t come home and caught you and Klee in action.

Quite late night when you knocked on Alice’s door, the blonde, still in his usual attire opened to greet the unknown guests. “Y/N? What are you doing here this late hour?” Judging from the angle of the moon, it's around 9-10 PM “Hey, what about me?” eyepatch covering male’s hand and he placed his elbow on the opened door, the alchemist only nodded to his presence “Evening Bedo, I would like to show you something, could you come with me please?” you don’t normally use the formal language after being with him for so long. He can sense your shyness from the way you speak and your body language “I’d love to go but Klee..”

You pointed to the man behind you “Don’t worry about little Klee, just go enjoy your time” he basically dragged the alchemist out of his house

 

 

Chitchat along the way, fingers intertwined with his “Not sleepy yet aren’t you?” you bent down and look at him in the eyes “Not at all, I’m rather excited about what you prepared for me” giggled to his answer “Good, 'cause the night is still young!” you have reached your destination, Large fabric covering the grassy ground, a basket filled with snacks lies atop, along with a flower vase to decorate the scenery. Log of wood has bags and books resting against it. The wind bringing the scent of white flowers and the tune of the harp. Moon and star shining bright, needlessly of other light sources.

“Didn’t know you had anything romantic in mind” he teased your boldness “..well, what do you think?” hiding your embarrassment and teases the alchemist back

Sitting down to the location you prepared, he started to examine the scene “There’s no musician nearby, nor to any instruments.. Am I the only one hearing the melody?” Trying to find a scientific explanation for a strange event “The wind carries messages. Was music not a kind of message too?” He wrapped his arms around your waist, drowning in the love you gave him

“Enjoying it hmm? Here, I prepared some light food for us” slowly getting plates and snacks out from the weaved basket, the fabric is soon filled with various types of dishes "You’re not gonna sit on your seat?” his arms tightened, head bury to your shoulder “..I don't want to move” it’s rare seeing him clingy to you like this “you’re adorable you know” finally commented on his action

 

“We got your favorite,” one of your dishes has turned to Albedo’s favorite “These are canapés, I chose bread base, topped with different types of savory” bite-sized dishes, you know he prefers smaller portions

Pointing to each topping one by one, explaining what each one is made of. In his eyes, you’re like a professional chef

“Bedo, check this one out” you pulled out Fisherman’s toast with clover ketchup, onions, cheese, and heart-shaped parleys “..Fish-Flavored Toast, Klee’s specialty. You’re so thoughtful, I have to thank her later” he pecked your cheek, definitely in love

“And we got desserts- after savory alright Bedo?” His hand was already reaching for the dish, you have to stop his fast hand Brownies, Berry Mille-Feuille, and a jar of chocolate chip cookies are all making him drool “Shall we dig in?” He suggested, perhaps the desserts engaging him.

Your hypothesis was turned down after seeing him having a high appetite for savory, you figured he actually wanted to savor your cooking

 

Hours passed and you both are finally full, cuddling against the wooden log, enjoying the melody floating in the air. His platinum hair reflects the elegant moonlight, half-lidded eyes resting against your neck, handheld on yours. You looked up in the sky- its almost time

“Albedo?” He replied with a sweet hum, glancing up at you “Do you know what day is tomorrow?” “..my birthday. but I still don’t understand why you chose to celebrate it tonight” “Wouldn’t be nicer to receive a gift directly after the clock strikes midnight?” Lifted his chin to face you, he’s so close to you, closer than usual

Both yours and his cheek painted rosy, he cupped your face and look deeply into your eyes. “was all this not my birthday gifts?” “nope.. would you like to find out what it is?”

 

Moon motions overhead, the clock strikes midnight, soft breeze touched exposed skin, the sound of the harp soaring in the sky. stars as the witness, Cecilia as the oath, feelings as vow sealed between the two bodies.

Hand slide by the side of his neck, placing on the backside and pulled him closer, half-lidded eyes slowly closed, chest-pounding hard, tilted your head to the side a little-

sweet lips finally placed on his loving ones, passionated and full of affection, butterflies flying in your stomach. After a while, you break the timeless kiss

“Happy birthday my beloved Albedo”

[sumire-bride]

sumire and shuu's route (demo) heaven prologue

monologue

a day which you open your eyes

those beautiful eyes that look at me, the pretty colours..

when i see your body move and you make little noises i set myself at ease

i feel okay.. i feel the air has lifted me from the heaviness of the ground, my eyes feel heavy no longer..

though.. you could say that is shuu-sama's fault in a way..

scene is in bedroom

Shuu- Nn.. pwah..

*RUSTLE RUSTLE*

huh..? where the hell did she go..? tch.. i told her to stop disappearing on me all the time..

*shuu sits up*

she is a pain in the ass sometimes, i might as well go look for her and make sure she isn't doing something stupid..--

*CREEEKK*

Shuu- hmm..?

Sumire- ..fufu... cooh... you can sleep with me and Shuu-sama... darling Shiro... fufu...

hm...? Shuu-sama you are awake...

Shuu- yeah.. i told you to stop leaving the bed all the time

and also.. what are you doing with the kid..? shouldn't it be sleeping in it's own bed..?

Sumire- ..shuu-sama... he is not an "it"... he is Shiro... and he is sleeping with us in the bed...

Shuu- this is starting to feel like every time.. i'll crush him if i move wrong if he sleeps here

Sumire- ..uwah...! do not crush him Shuu-sama...! he is so tiny and fragile...!

Shiro- .uwah...

Sumire- ..oh... *sumire puts a hand on her mouth* ..indoor voice...

Shuu- i wasn't serious.. dummy, but he should sleep in his own crib,

Sumire- ..but... he was crying... i can not just leave him in there all alone... it is dark and scary... who knows what could happen...

Shuu- that isn't the real reason is it? or at least most of the truth

Sumire- ...

..and... i do not enjoy being away from him either...

Shuu- of course.. he's gonna be too dependent on you when he's older if you keep being so clingy like that, or learn to resent you

but he is still a infant so i suppose it isn't that big of a deal, haah... climb in

*sumire climbs into the bed with shiro*

Sumire- ..fufu...

Shiro- zzz...

Shuu- ...

Sumire- ..look at him just sleeping away... I've noticed he sleeps quite easily... do you think he has dreams...?

Shuu- dunno.. maybe

Sumire- ..I hope his dreams are nice... i do not wish for them to be bad... not one bit...

..I grew up with very very awful dreams... even now... those dreams come to me... sometimes... i get scared that he may feel the way i did...

..Shuu-sama... am i doing good...? I do not want to make mistakes and... make myself into father... him and everyone else still creep behind me sometimes... whispering there words... those strange words..--

*FLICK*

Sumire- ..ah...! i have been flicked...!

Shuu- "am i doing good"..? what kinda bullshit question is that..? you're doing fine, stop asking yourself pointless things

you're just a bit smothering and that'll affect the kid is all if you're not careful, but he's a baby so he does need the attention. but it won't be good if you do it when he's lets say 5 and older, he'll get too attached and won't know what to do if you smoother him

Sumire- ..mhm... forgive me... please tell me if i do something wrong... I do not want to do anything wrong at all...

Shuu- you're gonna mess up once in a while, but that means you're just gonna have to fix it with him. but remember he's only a infant at the moment so stop worrying over stupid things and relax

Sumire- ..shuu-sama...

Shuu- also i told you to cut it with the "Shuu-sama" crap, were deep enough into this relationship to cut formalities

Sumire- ..oh... forgive me... i seem to forget that... i am still used to using shuu-sama... it feels a bit weird coming from me when only saying "shuu"... but i will try...

Shuu- dumb girl.. you really are such a big hassle

Sumire- ..hassle...? fufu... how funny...

Shuu- funny..?

Sumire- ..to me you are more of the hassle... carrying you around all the time... and doing other little things for you... do not get me wrong... i do not enjoy doing it... but it is funny is all...

..Shiro is less of a "hassle" then you shuu... fufu... hahaha...

Shuu- er.. you comparing me to a baby..?

Sumire- ..mhm... haha...

*FLICK*

Sumire- ..uwah...! Shuu...! Why did you do that... ouch...

Shuu- pfft.. it’s somehow a surprise you still get surprised whenever I do that

*smooch*

Nn..

Sumire- ..Nn… Shuu…

Shuu- what..

Sumire- ..nothing… I am simply just trying to get used to saying your name as “shuu”…

..Ne… Shuu… can you kiss me again…?

Shuu- heeh, since when did you get bold, you never ask for this type of thing..

I guess I’ll humour you

*smoochh*

Nn..

Sumire- ..Nn…

(..somehow… I always find myself captured in these thing called kisses from him… His lips are extremely soft… I wonder if he feels the same as when I kiss him…)

Shuu- look at that, your entire cheeks are completely red, all from a tiny kiss, are my kisses really that good..?

Sumire- ..mhm… they always feel extremely pleasant… they make me happy…

Nn…

*smooochh*

Shuu- always craving more

Shiro- ..ah…

Sumire- ..uwah…! It’s awake…!

Shuu- “it”..? Now you’re calling him an it..

Sumire- ..oh goodness…

Shiro- mm..

Sumire- ..he made a noise… shuu listen he made a little noise…

Shuu- wow, a child made a noise, I’m soo surprised and exited

Sumire- ..I am happy you feel the same shuu….! Shiro dearest… shiro dear… go on make more noises…

Shiro- ah

Sumire- ..he did it again…! Oh he is so cute… poke poke…

*sumire pokes shiro’s cheeks*

Shiro- ..ha…

Sumire- ..fufu…~ he laughed… how cute… my little shiro is so cute…

Shuu- you get happy over the weirdest things..

Although, it is pretty cute how he reacts whenever you’re around..

He’s like a tiny replica of you..

Little shiro

—to be continued—

Heaven prologue—heaven 1

[epinosicc]

This is going to be quite chaotic, but this is something I wrote late one stormy July night about my life this far and how I’ve realized my problems

Okay it’s around midnight where I’m at so it’s time to rant instead of sleeping because I’m a minor and I have ✨issues✨

I tend to think more than what’s probably considered healthy, mostly because I do t have people to talk to. Don’t get me wrong, I have friends, but I don’t know what they’re doing and I don’t want to burden them with my stupid problems. So like any sane person I write my problems on the internet.

I usually think about the weird things when it’s raining. It’s something about the sound and feeling of rain that makes me more content, which makes me think. Now, I don’t have any big problems by any means. I’m simply figuring myself and my life out.

First of all, my previously mentioned friends. I trust them, of course, but at the same time I don’t. And like many who think to much and have a strange amount of self-awareness, I think I know why that is. When I first started going to school, I was confident. I’d already had friends before and thought I knew how to make new ones. The problem with that is that said friends did not go to my school, so I was alone. Until I met my first two friends. They were very nice to me, we played together and got along. The thing that I started noticing though was that if me and one of them arrived at school around the same time and out third friend wasn’t there yet we’d get along great, but as soon as that third friend arrived I’d get ditched in favour of them. And that would obviously hurt me. But we resolved it (not really) and things were going fine. But that experience stuck with me. It was my first taste of loneliness and abandonment (dramatic much?) and it made me doubt myself. I thought that maybe, just maybe, there was something about me that they didn’t like.

Now jump ahead about two years and I was alone Every. Single. Recess. (Oh shit it storming outside right now and some thunder sounded like a bomb) Obviously this only made me feel worse about myself. I just remember being so desperate for some sort of connection with someone. And I got one. I started talking to this person, I’ll call them Bird, and we got along great. Pretty soon Bird was my best and we spent a lot of our time together. I was still sort of friends with the two other people, at least during lessons, and sometimes during recess, but not that much otherwise.

Jump ahead a bit more, another year or so, and my class changed. At my school my class and another (same age as us) we’re combined into one. In this class that we were combined with there were a few new people, one of whom stuck out. Mostly because they didn’t like me, and they weren’t exactly discreet in letting me know. They never said so to my face, but they made it quite clear in how they acted towards me. This also made me feel bad. Is there really something so wrong with me that others couldn’t help but dislike me for it? Can I fix it? What do it that makes me different? (At the current point in my life I’m fairly certain I know what it is so yeah. Fun)

Now, I’d always cared a fair bit about school. I was taught that education was important, and if I was going to spend hours at school I might as well use that time for something, be it academically of socially. So when those around me started caring less about their education and more about things such as appearance and social hierarchy and relationships, I was confused. Why would they just not care? HOW could they just not care? Now, I’m not saying that any of the previous things are necessarily bad things to care about. In fact, ist great! Being invested in your social life and how others view you can be nurturing and make you feel fulfilled. But too much of anything can be bad. Letting yourself care about only those things can be harmful in more ways than one. I’ve never particularly cared about those things; I don’t like dressing up or making myself look good for others. I don’t value others validation of my appearance. What I didn’t notice was that as I believed these thoughts, I started eating less.

But things are still pretty chill. I still struggle with what’s wrong and what makes me different, but that’s fine. I’m pretty sure everyone goes through that at some point in our lives. But now I’m starting to find some answers. I don’t really care much for my appearance or style, I like academic things, I’m starting to fall behind in my social development, people are becoming more bold in stating their opinions, people are more hateful and spread misinformation etc etc (there’s a fucking mosquito who won’t leave me alone fuck off please). And at this point I’m more invested in the online world. But the international online world, not my national online world if that makes sense. English isn’t my first language but I learned it from the internet/YouTube and it’s basically my second language at this point. I learned English for English content creators, and I continued following them, not the ones relevant in my home/country. So I was and still am kind of out of the loop on current influencer events here in the North. This ties in with what I thought to be the answer to my questions: the LGBTQIA+ Community.

I started finding creators from the LGBT+ and I related to them and their stories. But I didn’t think I was one of them. People at school were not afraid to boldly proclaim that being LGBTQ+ was wrong and bad and strange. That there was something inherently rotten about such people. Now, did I agree with that? No. But I let it influence to the point were I thought that others being LBGTQ+ was fine, but me being that wasn’t. I wasn’t aloud to be one of them because there wasn’t supposed to be something wrong with me. But there was something, in the back of my mind, some part of me that knew. That knew who I am and that being me was fine. Too bad that voice wasn’t loud enough.

I still had Bird with me. Granted, they also had other friends, but they still stayed by my side. And they didn’t change like others did. My two first friends are people I also grew closer to at this time. I put our “situation” behind me and ignored it. It was a new chapter of my life, one where thing were changing in the right direction. Too bad I wasn’t too good at reading maps.

At this point I’m in sixth (6th) grade, the worst grade/period/time of my life thus far. After summer break people had changed a lot. Not just socially, but physically as well. We started to mature, we were lite tiny birds, looking out of the nest and thinking about how to take flight and reach above the branches of expectations and reach the clouds of ambition. But some of us didn’t. We didn’t want to start using our wings. At most we took a little peek out of our nest and divided that was enough for now. We began to grow frightened of others and their strange ideas of leaving what we knew was safe. I’m We for those wondering.

I started struggling with anxiety, I couldn’t stand in front of people without being scared and had a few panic attacks during presentations. People would look at me weirdly and I grew paranoid of what was wrong with me. At this point I started eating even less, resigning myself to one potion per meal, and no snacks, sometimes skipping lunch. Once again some of my friends that I had at this point started drifting away from me but now the rest, and I started trusting them even less. I can’t help but think that they’re only pitying me, that they’re going to leave and that they do thing behind my back. There was also someone else who had a big influence on me.

I, along with Bird started hanging around this person, we’ll call them Pen. They were sort of new, they’d always been in our class but had been living abroad for eight (8) months and had just come back. At first things were great. Bird, Pen and I were our own little trio of friends. But soon a change occurred. Pen started getting more clingy, staying uncomfortably close at times and never staying out of our personal space. Bird ended up taking the initiative with one of our other mutual friends and had long talk with Pen which sort of ended their friendship. At first they’d all handled it alone but then Pen involved their parents and thing went downhill. But I wasn’t part of it. Which made Pen hang on to me even more. I could never get away from them, it always felt like they were breathing down my neck. I didn’t tell them this though, they just lost two friends and they must be hurt from it, seeking comfort from someone they still considered a friend. I was uncomfortable, but I felt bad for them, so I continued being around them. Something my teachers had realized at this point was that I tend to take responsibility for other and their actions, and told me that I should try to relax and talk to them as I had seemingly started to become overwhelmed. But I don’t tell others my problems so I didn’t take their help. This kind of escalated a bit next grade.

Grade seven (7) was not my best year but also not my worst. I spent summer break reflecting and thinking, and started to value myself a bit more. I started hanging out with friends more often (usually Bird), and started unintentionally ignoring Pen. Though sometimes, I think it was intentional, as the very thought of Pen at this point made me anxious and uneasy. I thought I could simply let Pen hang around with me, and then let them get their own new friend group. I didn’t want them to only hang around me, it was honestly a bit scary how much I dreaded being around them. The feeling that something was off or wrong around them wouldn’t go away. They didn’t leave me though. No; I became their sole friend whom they refused to leave. In seventh (7th) grade our class was split, with me and Bird being in different classes. I had some friends in my new class though andere became a group. I thought I could nudge Pen to become part of this group. Except that Pen didn’t interact or contribute to the relationship. They weren’t social enough with the group to become part of it, standing in the group only to follow me. And my teachers noticed this and spoke to me. I told them how I was uncomfortable around Pen, and how I would like to not have to sit close to them next time we switched we seats (done every few weeks or so). Teachers agreed. But didn’t follow through. They sat me Right. Next. To. Pen. I confronted them about this. They lied to me. Their reasoning was that one of Pen’s parents had told the teachers how Pen only felt comfortable around me, and that they would like for us to be together at school as much as possible.

I was horrified at this - I couldn’t be held responsible for another students comfort, grades and social life! They basically put all the responsibilities of the teachers - making sure students felt comfortable, helping with schoolwork when needed, making sure the student had friends in the class - on me! I was basically supposed to play friend, teacher and class for Pen! I honestly couldn’t believe it, and told my friends. They told me they understood completely - they could see how emotionally and mentally exhausted I was from taking care of Pen, studying, after school activities and being around people that they were concerned about my well being. They, too, had tried to get Pen to become part of the group, but when only one person is taking care of the ship you can’t expect it to sail. They also felt uncomfortable around Pen. My anxiety only got worse because of this, and I started becoming paranoid that Pen was always watching me, either through my phone or my windows. I could not get myself to relax, not even when totally alone, something I’ve always enjoyed and felt comfortable with.

And at the end of grade seven (7), it happened. I found out that Pen was switching schools. I feel guilty admitting it, but I felt so relieved and free when I found out. Finally, I thought, finally I would get some privacy. All of my other friends are aware of my boundaries: don’t touch me unless I’m ready and aware of it, give me some space, don’t force me to talk when I’m anxious etc. They know, respect and treat me well, and in turn I treat them well and respect their boundaries, but Pen didn’t seem to understand that no, I don’t want you to stand so close to me that I can literally feel you body heat.

So grade eight (8) rolls around and I so does a certain unspecified virus. We therefore had to have school online. For me this was a blessing. I don’t enjoy being around people for too long and I don’t ever want to deal with my classmates bs. The teachers even commented on several occasions that I seemed much happier, which I was considering I didn’t have someone constantly breathing down my neck. And now I start to drift away from Bird. I always considered Bird my absolute closest friend. Almost like a sibling. And now we were drifting apart. We both started walking our own paths, still close together but different in so many ways. We’re still friends to this day, but I don’t think our friendship is going to last until we’re adults anymore. It’s sort of sad, but it is natural. We are both starting to forge our own paths in life, our own docks from which we will eventually set sail from to explore the limitless blue beyond that is life. And one day we might even meet again on some distant island, reconnecting and sharing stories of calm blue oceans to storming black waters. But that will happen with time. For now, I’m content finding materials for my dock with my group of friends, sharing ideas for designs and unfinished blueprints of a distant future. I’m content staring at that great far away horizon painted in the colors of pink, magenta and blue, watching the clouds of today’s events and feeling the winds of tomorrow’s surprises whilst thinking of what one day might be.

TL;DR: I rant about my life and somehow become a poet at the end.

End note - I still struggle with trust and anxiety. I don’t have problems with how my body looks anymore and I don’t confine myself to strict diets and eating schedules. Part of me feels guilty about my situation with Pen, and one part of me feels relieved and happy that I don’t have to deal with them anymore. I’m smart enough and self aware enough to realize my problems and their causes, and I have the tools to craft my solutions. I’m doing good, and know how to keep doing good, at least for a little while more.

[saffronwritings]

C L U M S Y | K I R I S H I M A PART TWO

We were bound to make a mess of things; mixin' fireworks and gasoline. Never meant to make you fall with me.

K I R I S H I M A | P A R T  T W O

[Part One]  [Part Three]

C L U M Y  M A S T E R L I S T

 Word Count: 2.3k

 A/N: I am so sorry for how long it took me to post something. I had a lot of technical issues plus the biggest case of writer’s block. I plan to also have part three of both Kirishima’s and Iida’s story at some point this week. I’ll be working hard! I hope you enjoy :) 

In the days to follow, Kirishima could still feel the ghost of your lips against his own. Thinking of the act would make him flush red and he would try to shake it from his immediate thoughts. He tried so very hard to push those thoughts of his feelings for you aside, but you lingered no matter what he did to distract himself. 

 You had also tried to move on past what had happened the night of the dorm party. The very next day, Kirishima had acted like the encounter never happened. You knew better, he was trying to hide his feelings away from the very perceptive Bakugou. You kept trying to forget about the kiss. However, you failed to do so. Anytime the two of you would potentially get a glimpse of one another, you would shy away. 

Kirishima really could not deny his feelings for you, but was he really willing to risk his friendship with Bakugou? The question nagged him every single time he saw the two of you together. You genuinely seemed very happy whenever you were hanging out with Bakugou. Even Bakugou's harsh demeanor would slowly fade away when you came close to him. He would soften up instantly with you by his side. So, who was Kirishima to ruin something as beautiful and manly as a healthy relationship? 

 You, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about what you had done. The small kiss that plagued you with guilt every time Bakugou pecked you on the cheek or even on the lips. It wasn't that long after the incident that Bakugou decided to kiss you. You had betrayed your boyfriend by kissing Kirishima first- his best friend. You were upset that Kirishima had not said anything until after you had agreed to go out with Bakugou. Of course, you and he were great friends. However, you couldn't deny the feelings that had risen over time. After every training session, after every study session, after every hangout. 

 You had just assumed he had only seen you as his female best friend - like a sister. So, when Bakugou began to show interest, you decided to keep Kirishima as your friend and pursue Bakugou. There was no denying that the two of you were opposites when it came to personalities. Yet, there was something about his brash behavior that really pulled you in. Not only that, but you enjoyed that he took his training seriously and even aimed to be the number one hero. 

 With that, however, came days where he had become very stingy. If he had lost a battle or fight against Izuku he would immediately become sour the rest of the day. Not that he ever took out his frustrations on you - however, you didn't enjoy being yelled at. Obviously, that should have been a given when you first signed up to being Katsuki's girlfriend. That wouldn't make it any easier on you when he snapped at you when you did your best to cheer him up. 

 Sometimes you felt like doing your best was not enough.  

 Today was one of those instances where Izuku had outshined all the training Bakugou had done. Everyone was very impressed with Izuku's new shoot style, while only you and the Bakusquad had noticed Katsuki's new moves. When you went up to your boyfriend after training was over, you had not anticipated him to smack your hand away from him. "Hey, it's not that bad Katsuki." You tried to soothe his anger. 

 "BACK OFF. YOU ARE BEING SO CLINGY AND ANNOYING RIGHT NOW." He yelled at you, a fire in his eyes. You shrunk away from his shout. He turned away from you and stomped back to the locker room. You felt breathless - like you had been punched in the gut. Defeated by this development, you had also ventured off to the locker room to get changed. 

 You didn't see Bakugou on your way back to the dorms and this left you feeling disgruntled. "Hey, is everything okay, Y/N?" You heard Kirishima ask from behind you. Turning around quickly, you noticed Kirishima's awkward disposition of being near you. "Bakugou got pretty heated at me after training today." You admitted in defeat. He nodded towards Heights Alliance and you two walked together in silence. 

 "About the other day-" Both of you had started to say at the same time. Realizing you were not just both speaking at the same time, but also talking about the same thing you both quietly returned to silence. "I shouldn't have forced you to kiss me the other day. I put us both in a strange and awkward situation. You shouldn't feel like you can't hang out with Bakugou and I." You broke the silence, apologizing for your misdeed. He seemed taken aback by your apology for some reason - almost upset by it. "I would be lying if I said I actually enjoyed it. I was shocked for sure. I just don't want to hurt Bakugou." He admitted. 

 A blush spread itself over your face as you realized he had walked you all the way back to your dorm room. Your heart was racing a million miles an hour and you felt like you were feint. "I really don't want things to be awkward between us, Kiri." You admitted with a sigh. "Done. We are back too normal." He said with a reassuring smile. "Are you sure? Things have been pretty tense and weird between the two of us ever since I kissed you." You whispered, feeling your face flush even darker. You had looked down at your feet because you could almost feel yourself slipping over your own words. "Only because I was afraid it was going to affect our friendship. If you say that you want it to be the same, then it stays the same. Simple as that." He said, lifting your chin to meet his gaze. 

 There it was again. The undeniable and irresistible urge to kiss him. 

 You reached backwards and fumbled around until you got your dorm room door open. Kirishima gave you a questioning look before you had wrapped your hand around his wrist and drug him into your room. You slammed the door shut quickly before anyone else could see. "If you wanted to hang out or study or something, you could have just ask-" Kirishima started to say but you quickly cut him off by kissing him. It was awkward and rushed. You went to pull back, realizing the mistake you had once again made. However, you were held back by powerful arms holding your waist. Kirishima had deepened the kiss this time instead of fleeing. 

 The feeling of his lips on your just felt right in every way. The kisses were slow and curious - as if studying each other's mouths in case this wouldn't happen again. You wanted to commit the shape of Kirishima's lips to memory. His one hand traveled up to your face and cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your jaw line. You had one hand on the base of his neck - ready to pull him back if he dared tried to pull away. The other was in his spikey hair, gently pulling it as if telling him you wanted to be closer. As if you two weren't close enough already. 

 You had broken the kiss to gasp for air. Your head was feeling light and dizzy from being both intoxicated with his kisses and from not breathing properly. He had his forehead resting against yours, breaths also coming in quickly. That kiss said volumes. You two had feelings for each other. Yet, neither of you knew what to do with them. You didn't want to break Bakugou's heart and he didn't want to hurt his best friend by stealing his girl away from him. 

 "What on earth are we going to do, Y/N." Kirishima sighed, nuzzling his head into your neck. Walking backwards you yet again drug him away from his original standing point. You sat down on your bed and patted the spot next to you for him to join you. He raised his eyebrow towards you. "Please. Just for a few moments." You pleaded. "Okay, okay. Just be warned. I give the best cuddles." He smirked, quickly snuggling up to you in the comfort and warmth of your bed. 

 A giggle escaped your lips as you two lazily draped limbs over one another. You sighed in content being so close to him. Everything with him felt natural. As wrong as this situation was you couldn't help but feel at peace being next to him. "I hate the situation." You whined. Kirishima nodded his head in silence. Both of you knew this was wrong. Both of you knew that this was going to end up hurting feelings of someone. Yet, there was a tug in your stomach that couldn't help but want both. You really liked Bakugou, even on the bad days. 

 You knew that in a few hours he would text you an apology and make it up to you the next day. However, you knew with Kirishima you wouldn't have those kinds of days. It would have been easy - effortless. He would treat you so well. The only issue is you knew if you broke up with Bakugou, he would become very cold towards you. You even considered talking it out with him but considering his hot-headed nature, you knew it wouldn't go well either way. 

 Kirishima could feel your head turning. What should have been a peaceful look on your face was struggling with what to do. He was being selfish, but for once it felt so good to be. Kirishima hated to see you so distraught and hated it even more that your boyfriend caused it. He wanted to erase away your pain, to help you forget the mean things his best friend had said to you. He could go talk to Bakugou. That wouldn't work though. No matter how many times any of the Bakusquad would tell him to be softer to you, he would still revert to his true nature. 

 A defeated sigh escaped Kiri's lips which made you look over at him. "We could keep this a secret." He suggested, finally getting the courage to look you in the eyes. Your eyes went wide at his suggestion. "That's not fair to you though!" You exclaimed, almost attempting to sit up. However, Kirishima had you tightly in his grasp and you weren't going anywhere. "No, but at least I would get some of you. At least for now. Until we can find a better solution." He admitted. 

 The gears were turning in your head and you couldn't help but be a bit giddy that you had the chance to experience things with Kirishima. While it made you slightly nervous about lying and going behind Katsuki's back, you were also a bit thrilled about it. "Okay, if you are okay with it." You nodded, a smile building up on your face. Seeing your smile made Kirishima's heart melt. "Of course." He confirmed, brushing the tip of your nose with his lips. 

 So that's what the two of you did. Things seemingly went back to normal between the two of you as friends. Even Bakugou mentioned he was glad there was no longer the weird tension between the two of you. You all hung out again like nothing had ever happened and no one had the slightest inclination as to what was going on. The routine was simple, you'd act normal throughout the day. However, after school you told everyone you were tutoring Kirishima in one of your classes because he was falling behind. No one batted an eyelash your way. This was typical for the two of you and no one suspected anything. 

 Yet, behind closed doors were roaming lips and hands. There had been few times where the two of you had dangerously fallen asleep after a much-needed cuddle session and he would have to sneak out of your dorm. "I wish I could just, tell Bakugou how it is and just be done with all this." You groaned after a nice hefty kissing session between the two of you. "You always could." Kirishima suggested boldly. "He would explode." You countered at him; eyebrows furrowed. Kirishima had rolled his eyes at your statement. 

 "How long do we plan to just sneak around? I want to do everything right with you. Take you out on dates, buy you flowers, be a gentleman." He admitted, a soft blush rising to his own neck. "I don't know. I've been trying to distance myself from Katsuki, but he doesn't seem to mind. I forgot that sometimes the man likes solitude." You grumbled, going over to your bed, and flopping backwards onto it. A smirk slowly crossed Kirishima's face and he quickly went over to you on your bed. He jumped onto it, hovering over you. 

 A blush once again found itself on your face. He captured your lips with his own. His hands wondering around your body with a heat building up between the two of you. In between kisses he would praise you for how beautiful you were. Your head was in a tizzy from the attack of kissing he was giving you. 

 However, you had forgotten you told Bakugou he could drop off some extra food he had made after he was done his training. The door burst open, having Kirishima immediately fall off the bed and land straight on his butt. You looked into very angry looking red eyes. The two of you looked like deer caught in headlights. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON." Bakugou shouted. 

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[the-second-tonks]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a ship for me from stranger things! My name is Julia but I also like being called Jules. I am  a virgo and a complete hufflepuff. I am 5’4 but I feel short because all of my friends are taller than me. I am 50% Mexican, so I have brown skin, dark curly brown short hair, and dark brown eyes. I am a little bit chubby. I am straight, I am told I am kind and a great friend. But I also have a hard time standing up to people, especially if it’s someone I care about. I am told that I do great in crowds (like walking through big crows of people and stuff), but I’m horrible at 1 on 1 ( meaning I can barely order a meal at a counter without messing up my words lol). I can be sassy sometimes, but only when I want to. Most of the time I’m quiet and keep things inside my head. I love to sing, and I’m told I’m good at it. My favorite thing is singing in front of people, which is weird because most people are scared to. I hope to one day learn how to play piano and guitar so I can make my own music! I also love reading so much! And my favorite subject is math. Most of the time I’m scared of everything, but sometimes I can be reckless and jump straight into danger without knowing it. Sometimes when I’m tired I’ll snap at people without meaning to, but I’ll always say sorry. Also, I am a year younger then everyone else in my grade because I started kindergarten a year earlier. (You don’t have to use that just thought it was interesting). I’m 13 and I will be a freshman once school starts again. I also love making friendship bracelets. My love language is words of affirmation and gifts. I’m horrible at recognizing sarcasm. And I daydream A LOT. I always let people talk to me if something is bothering them, but I never tell anyone what is bothering me. I’ve been told I’m a bit clingy sometimes. I get competitive sometimes when I’m playing board games and stuff. I also procrastinate a lot. Thank you so much!

Hii there !

I ship you with ..

Steve Harrington :)

The headcanons are AU . I hope you don't mind !

He is such a good match for you !

Steve is very bold while you're quite down in one on one !

You're really amazing in speaking in public and he'll think you're bold , getting attracted to you , but when he comes to know that you're a bit shy , he'll get attracted even more !

Virgos are quite critical of themselves , typically hard too , so he's gonna be there for you and make you realise how beautiful you are !

He's a romantic and you need that ! He'll do different things from cooking breakfast to endless cheesy lines to make you sure of what you are !

He'll meet you for the first time when maybe you're singing and he just stumbled over there ?

For him , you're a package full of surprises because in public you're different , one on one (as you said) you're not that good , but while singing , you do it so well .

This boy will give you this strange advice "Julia , why don't you give the order while singing ?" That can be helpful tho !

Cue him rolling eyes when you talk about being fair !

He'll adore your kindness but will not let anyone take advantage of that !

He'll always appreciate your hardwork

The first time he calls you Jules while he was watching television or something , you could bet if your heart ran a marathon , it would win it .

You both might have a real cool friendship clap or something like that ..

He's a jock and virgos are mostly nerds , so it is such a cute match !

You both , while in a relationship , would still be eachother's friends !

Maybe Steve will be less self-absorbed when he gets you??

"Will you shut up , Steve ?"

"uh.."

"sorry Steve . I'm really sorr-"

"it's ok Jules !"

Sarcasm lines would pass right in front of your eyes , but you'll be oblivious to it and Steve would find that funny . So whenever he'll say something strange and then laugh at your response , it's just an indication that he was being sarcastic .

He and you could be scolding each other for being reckless and then doing thag yourself ?

Ok , he might make fun of your friendship bracelet thing , but would end up taking one !

He's quite popular and bold , so he's gonna bring you to limelight too !

He'll stare at you while you daydream !

He'll immediately sense something's bothering you and I feel like you'll find this side of him quite surprising . You might even end up telling him your problem !

He can be a bit of jerk , but you love him so ..

He's also gonna do his math Homework with you , rarely to learn and mostly to flirt and just be with you !

No matter if you don't stand up to people you care for , Steve will always make sure to trouble someone who's bothering you !

Him being super active sometimes , while you're procrastinating !

He's not gonna be the best boyfriend , but again, you love him ..

He's gonna be shocked when you tell him that you're a year younger than him / your year .

'i love you' confessions are gonna be quite grand with this boy ..

You both will confess together !

Overall , a cute , famous and always exciting relationship

Your bestfriend would be -

Eleven

I just felt like she would be good for you !

I feel you both are gonna get into trouble together . I also feel that she'll stand up for you when you don't , for yourself .

Overall , a very strong and healthy friendship

Gifs not mine

I hope you liked it !

Thank you for the ask 😊

[hermit-pistol]

conspiracies and confessions (mista x reader)

This is for @honey-pea as the result of the 100 follower raffle! Yes it’s goofy...but I love it so- enjoy!  :>

You never thought that you would ever become a member of a gang, yet here you are. When Bruno Bucciarati asked you, just a common pickpocket, to become a member of Passione, you couldn't believe it. 

"You're joking, right?" 

"Passione is no joke. I think that you would fit in well. While we may have differing backgrounds, I treat my gang like family." 

He wasn't joking about that, once you passed Polpo's test and gained a "stand" of your very own, the other members of the gang welcomed you, surprisingly.

There was Narancia, an energetic young boy, Fugo, a little reserved in nature, Abbacchio, who hated your guts (or so you thought, anyway), and Mista. 

Oh, Mista. 

You probably got along the best with him. You two had the most in common, he was just so easy to talk to! More often than not you would be up until the early hours of the morning giggling about some stupid internet videos or chatting about the latest gossip. 

You would be lying to yourself if you said there were times where you thought of him as more than a friend. But, you didn't want to spoil the good relationship that you already had, although it may have been platonic in nature. 

Until then, you appreciated what you had.

----

It had been a little over a year since you joined Bruno's gang, and you could say that you had really found your home there. Another member had joined as well, going by the name of Giorno Giovanna. He was good, strong both physically and mentally, and was your team's secret weapon as of late. 

Given the nature of the missions from the boss lately, your group had been living in a tiny room inside of a turtle for longer than you would have liked. Between missions, everyone was grumpy and irritable, either camping out on the couches or floor or complaining that there weren't enough drinks in the mini-fridge. 

It also didn't help that Trish Una, the boss' daughter that they were in charge of protecting... was extremely demanding. 

After a couple of weeks of living in the furthest thing from paradise, Bruno decided that it was time for a change. 

"I've booked us a place for a couple of nights." It seemed as if everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. "It's only fair since we've been working so hard lately." 

"Is there a pool?? I wanna go swimming!" Narancia all but yelled as he stood up from where he was slumped on the couch, excitement shone in his eyes. 

"Did you get a hotel, Bucciarati?" Abbacchio leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. 

"I didn't, the boss did. He's looked so favorably upon us that we each get our own rooms too." He raised his eyebrows, which could barely be seen behind his bangs. "Pretty neat, huh?" 

"It's about time that we got some reward for our hard work!" Mista pumped his fist into the air. Sex Pistols cheered as well, probably at the thought of all the gourmet food that they were about to eat. 

"When do we get to go?" You asked, never looking up from your book. You had started it that morning. 

"Tonight, actually. Be ready to check-in in about an hour or so." You could hear a loud 'YAY' from under Mista's hat. How cute! 

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Within the next hour, you were laying on a plush hotel bed, continuing your reading. Bruno, Giorno, Trish, and Abbacchio were relaxing in their own rooms, but you distinctly remember Narancia saying that he was going to drag Mista and Fugo into the swimming pool. He had also asked you to go, but at that time you had found that you preferred the quiet company of a book compared to screaming children (Narancia included) at a public pool. 

It was about the paranormal, one of your favorite subjects. Nothing beats reading about creepy facts in a hotel room in the early evening, right? Your mind was racing when you heard a knock on the door. 

Throwing your book on the bed, you padded along the plush carpeting to the doorway, looking outside the peephole. It was Mista, looking around. A big smile crept onto your features as you undid the deadbolt. "Helloooo~ welcome to my crib." You giggled at your stupidity. 

Thankfully, Mista appreciated your goofy sense of humor. "You dork, if you're gonna talk to me like that for the rest of the night I should probably leave." He said in a serious tone, obviously joking. 

"Yeah, be my guest." You settled back into your comfy spot in the middle of the bed. "I thought that you were going to be at the pool with the other guys?" 

"Eh, I told them that I would join them in a little bit. The Pistols wouldn't stop complaining about wanting to see you, though." He took off his hat momentarily to let out his mischievous stand. They circled around you chanting your name. "We've missed you!" they spoke in unison. 

"I saw you all yesterday. Talk about clingy." You giggled. "I've just been reading." 

"Ooh what about?" Mista asked as he sat down on the bed next to you. You always loved when he was interested in your hobbies.

"It's about creepy stuff. Did you know that if you wake up in the middle of the night it could be because your body senses someone was staring at you?" 

"I did not, but that's absolutely terrifying." He let out a nervous laugh. "Uh...now that the adrenaline is kicking in we should read it together. I didn't need sleep tonight anyways." 

"Good idea." You opened the book, with the Sex Pistols nestling themselves in between the two of you. 

After reading for about 30 minutes or so, Mista pointed out one interesting fact himself. He was so close to you, and you hoped that he didn't hear your racing heart. 

"It says that to avoid the influences of mind control, you should craft a hat out of...tinfoil?" Pffft. "Y/N I know what we have to do now." 

"Oh yeah? Where are we gonna get it? I most certainly don't have any tinfoil on me..." 

"Abbacchio. He has to have some. He does all sorts of crazy shit to his hair." You shrugged your shoulders. You decided to let him take responsibility as the two of you left your room to make the short walk down the hall. 

One embarrassing encounter later, you had learned that Abbacchio did not have your 'fucking stupid tinfoil' and proceeded to cuss you out accordingly.

Luckily, the little convenience store down the road carried some. You picked up a pair of scissors as well, and were soon walking back to the hotel laughing about what was to come. 

"Okay Pistols, do you guys want hats too?" Mista asked once the two of you had returned to the room. They all squealed with joy. Well, there was your answer. 

You un-boxed the scissors and started cutting the first strip of the foil. It made such a satisfying sound. 

You started with 6 small strips for each of the pistols. Once they were cut, you formed the easily-malleable substance into small cones. 

"C'mere guys." You placed each one on their heads, which fit perfectly. Next you set to work making two larger ones for Mista and yourself. 

"Mista look at me!" Number 7 floated around the comforter.

"MEEESTA! Number 3 ripped my hat!" Number 5 cried as he sat on your shoulder. The thought of knowing that he wouldn't be susceptible to mind control comforted him even though his hat was’t in the best condition.

You stopped your work and examined his hat. "Number 5, it looks fine to me. Big Brother won't pierce your brain waves today. Dry those tears." 

"O-okay." He sniffled. By this point you had finished the hats. You and Mista decided to take pictures of each other to see how ridiculous you looked. 

"I look like a pointy toe." You laughed out loud as you walked to the bathroom mirror. "Let's take a picture together!" 

"Alright." He was at your side, and just before you took the picture he decided to sling an arm around you. In the moment you jumped, therefore ruining the picture. "Lemme see! You gotta send this to me." 

You looked at the result of your stupidity: a blurry picture produced by shaky hand syndrome. "Uh, let's take another one." You readied your camera, determined to make memories. 

This time when Mista put his arm around you you didn't even flinch. It felt...natural. 

The two of you were having a good time until the power went out. You could barely see your hand in front of your face, and the Pistols started screaming. "M-mista!" You could hear the whimpers of Number 5 from the other room. 

"I'm coming guys!" Mista called. "Y/N gimme your hand." You reached around the bathroom blindly, and instead made contact with his exposed midriff. Oops. 

"Sorry, sorry!" You could hear the humility in your voice as you trailed your touch over his arm to eventually reach his hand. It felt quite warm. Yours were just clammy from being a nervous wreck. 

Soon all of you were huddled together on the bed again, using cell phones for lighting. "A hotel having a power outage..seems a little strange, don't you think?" You asked. 

"Is this our next conspiracy?" Mista smirked. You still couldn't take him seriously with his tinfoil hat on. 

"Yes, Mista. The conspiracy of the idiot in the hotel room. How spooky." Your heart stopped when you heard the scratching on the door. 

"W-what was that."

"You're asking me?" Through the dim phone screen lights, you could see a worried expression cross his handsome features. "I guess that means that we have to check it out." 

"We? This is all you buddy." You gave him a playful shove, although the tone present in your voice was anything but. 

Mista got up and straightened out his outfit. He walked up to the peephole on shaky legs. "There's..no one here." He breathed a sigh of relief. 

"That's weird." You relaxed a little, the Pistols curling up in your arms, tinfoil hats scratching you.

That's when the thumping started. 

Mista was still at the door terrified. "Come here!" You mouthed, and he wasted no time in sprinting back to the bed. "Mista, I'm kind of freaked out." 

"It's okay, I am too." He opened his arms, inviting you in. You fell into them without a second thought. The Pistols joined in as well, and soon all of you were a giant ball of cuddling and crinkled tinfoil. 

You felt his heart race as you pressed your ear against his chest. You figured that since you might not get another opportunity like this you might as well confess your blossoming feelings. 

"Mista I have something to say..." His dark eyes bore into yours. 

"Sure, what's up?" The thumps were growing louder and more frequent now. 

"I really enjoy spending time with you, and you've really helped me find my place in Passione. You're definitely the member that I've grown closest to and I appreciate that, but over the past year, I've realized that maybe..." You tightened your grip on his torso.

"Maybe what? That you have romantic feelings?" 

You were shocked. "Well, you took the words right out of my mouth." The Pistols let out a collective 'oooh'. You could have sworn that you heard a distinct, 'Mista has a girlfriend~' taunt coming from one of them...probably Number 3.

The thumping was so loud at this point, you let out a scream holding onto Mista for dear life. It seemed as if the door were about to fall off of its hinges. The door eventually swung open violently. With the intensity that it had made contact with the wall you could tell that the flimsy hotel drywall was cracked. 

The lighting provided by the emergency exit signs brought out the outline of a figure, with a flowing garb and...ears? 

Thoughts were racing through your head. You whispered over to Mista, watching the figure carefully, "I think I know what that is, I read about it in my book earlier. Page 343. It's a catboy." 

"A catboy?! What...I thought those were only-" 

"A cryptid? A figment of the imagination? Me too, but we are not your average goons. We are prepared," Your eyes looked up, indicating to your hats, "I think we should rush him. The book says that they're not that violent." 

"I'm following you on this one Y/N." He was too scared to look at the figure standing in the doorway. It was surprising that it hadn't yet made a move. 

"Okay, 3.." 

"2.."

"1.. CHARGE!" Mista leapt off of the bed and ran up to the creature, tackling him to the floor, his tinfoil hat flying off.

"TAKE THAT CATBOY!" You screamed as the two wrestled on the ground, and as if on cue the lights turned back on. 

"Get off of me!" The figure turned out to be Giorno Giovanna, wearing a robe and hair curlers. "Why are you attacking me Mista, why are all of you wearing those ridiculous hats, and most importantly why am I a catboy?" You could sense the anger in his voice, which was very uncharacteristic of him since he was usually so level-headed. 

"I-" you started, taking off your hat and shamefully placing it on the bed. "We were just having a little bit of fun. Then the power turned off and we got paranoid. I'm sorry Giorno." 

"I noticed the power went out so I went to check on everyone else, I did not expect to have you lock me out of your room and then be tackled to the floor." Giorno adjusted one of his rollers that had fallen out of place due to the beatdown. 

"Sorry man, let's talk about it tomorrow morning? When emotions aren't getting in the way." Mista gave a goofy grin, and Giorno rolled his eyes in response and bid them a barely audible 'good night' as he walked down the hallway. 

Once again, it was just you, Mista, and the Pistols. At least the lights were back on again. "You're gonna have to explain that catboy thing to him later, he seemed very disturbed." 

"Will do, but back to earlier-" He sat back down on the bed with you, grabbing your hand softly. "Did you really mean all those things you said?" 

"I really did, there's no one else that I would rather be an idiot with, idiot." You laughed and placed your discarded tinfoil hat onto his head. 

The Pistols cheered, with Number 5 shedding a few tears in the process, "Man, I just love a happy ending." 

"I think that a sleepover is in order?" You playfully nudged him. 

"Count me in."

[evak-fic-rec-turtleanon]

Evak Fics - Drunk

For the anon from this ask. I've had this in my drafts for a while. It's not complete.

PLEASE READ THE TAGS OR ANY WARNINGS ON THE FICS FIRST.

***** Both are drunk ***** Drunk Even ***** Drunk Isak ***** Bonus - not actually drunk ***** WIP

***** BOTH ARE DRUNK *****

You're Mine by bluexside (1.6k words) - Isak and Even are drunk at a party. Isak gets jealous when he sees Even flirting with a girl, which leads to a drunk angry, mostly stupid, fight.

"let's not think about what brought us here, yeah?." by bazsucks (3.4k words) - What if Eskild had never found Isak at a gay bar at 2 A.M? What if a handsome stranger with squinty blue eyes did? Not very drunk

not a big deal by Anonymous (4.3k words) - Even stared for a few more seconds, unable to fathom why Julian thought this was a good idea, to hurt Isak’s feelings. And yes, Even was mad at the situation at hand, but he knew he couldn’t do what Isak was asking. Neither of them were in the right mindset to do anything, whether it got anywhere sexual or not. They were both drunk and it would be unfair to both of them. It wasn’t right. He knew that. But Even leaned in and kissed Isak anyway.

Into the Night, With You by cuteandtwisted (11k words) - a drunk Isak runs into a strange boy with perfect hair who insists on fixing his boring summer in one night.

***** DRUNK EVEN *****

i can't kiss you if you drink vodka by hippopotamus (587 words) - even is drunk and clingy and isak kinda sorta loves it

Study Break by sweeterthankarma (1k words) - Jonas-” Isak starts, warning, because Even can send some pretty, well...personal things when he’s drunk and/or high— and of course, he must have done exactly that, because Jonas’s eyebrows immediately shoot up, his expression going from intrigued to amused.

Without you I've got no air to breathe in by bluesterek (4.4k words) - Isak is in love with Even. Even is drunk. Even is flirty when drunk.

***** DRUNK ISAK *****

And He Calls Me Moonlight, too by tiptopevak (263 words) - He’s drunk and stumbly and his lips taste sharp like a lick of blue-raspberry vodka, but he’s soft and safe in Even’s arms.

I'll always be there by evaklark (orphan_account) (532 words) - Isak couldn't help but feel a little lost in this definitely not sober state he was in. From an outsiders point of view, he most likely looked like one of those pervy jerks who jacks off to lesbian porn and then makes fun of gay guys. However, Isak just had a very hot boyfriend who was spending way too much time without him.

S'more Than Enough by i_once_wrote_a_dream (691 words) - “S’mores, s’mores, s’mores!” Isak becomes a petulant child when properly drunk.

Don’t Worry Isak, We’ll Get You A Cute Girl by cami_soul (804 words) - Isak is drunk at a party and the boy squad decides to find him a cute girl to hook up with - only it doesn’t quite turn out as they planned. There is a blindfold, there is kissing, there is sweet gooey fluff.

that boy is mine by orphan_account (1k words) - someone tries to touch Isak while he's drunk at a party and Isak is a bit nervous about Even finding out (mind the trigger warning)

with the fume of sighs by slvtherxn (1.1k words) - Of course he had had invited Even along, but Isak didn’t need to be held back by his tired, sober boyfriend. (Isak comes home drunk and sappy to Even.)

i'll be coming for your love by ihatefindingusernames (1.1k words) - Even didn’t know how Mikael managed to drag him to a karaoke bar on a Friday night when he could have spent it rewatching his favorite movies, but there he was.

Don't You Let Me Go Tonight by isakbeanie (1.1k words) - Basically, Isak gets tipsy at a party and Even gets jealous about some things that go down.

can i borrow a kiss? by spoopydumpling (1.2k words) - The boys pregame at Isak and Even's place, then head off to a party with a large amount of drinking and a whole lot of flirting.

drunk in love by blondwaves (1.2k words) - Isak shows up drunk at Evens at 3am, confessions and kissing

(Drunk) In Love by verlore_poplap (orphan_account) (1.5k words) - Isak falls in love at first sight. Too bad he's drunk off his ass when it happens. (some dubious consent)

Vodka kisses by Bellakitse (1.5k words) - Isak likes to kiss Even when he drinks, which would be fine if they were actually together. Magnus and Mahdi finally clue him in.

Curiosity by podicus (1.5k words) - At a pregame at Isak’s, Vilde is curious how Isak knew he had feelings for Even. Isak, meanwhile, just can’t stop thinking about his boyfriend.

can you blow my whistle, baby. by milominderbinder (1.5k words) - It's a normal Friday night in Isak's life. Just five guys, hanging out drunk at McDonalds in the middle of the night, talking about blowjobs, trying to deep-throat coke bottles. That sort of thing.

I may be hurt but doesn’t mean I don’t love you by Evakfiction (1.5k words) - Isak is drunk and jealous. When they get home, it gets out of hand.

the softest proposal by Bellakitse (1.6k words) - A drunk and high Isak shares something with Even he wasn't ready to share.

Sweet by Lisforlove (1.9k words) - Isak is drunk and needy.

Hot Mess by sweeterthankarma (2k words) - It’s Isak’s first time drinking expensive whiskey. Even thinks it should be his last.

don’t try to fight it by orphan_account (2k words) - This takes place sometime between the Christmas party at the end of season 3 and the beginning of season 4, hence Isak still living in the kollektiv. A warning: Even fucks Isak while he's drunk and they don't use condoms.

cards and drunken propositions by Bellakitse (2.1k words) - Isak doesn't remember the night before but he knows he made a fool of himself in front of this crush.

Through The Night by Lisa94 (2.3k words) - "AU where drunk isak pees on some stranger's car on his way home after partying all night. the thing is, there is someone in the car"

retired from logic, new career in happy by sophly (2.3k words) - Jonas POV. The one where Isak is drunk and sappy and Jonas can’t stop thinking about the inevitability of teenage relationships.

You're Not Tall Enough by wordsarelifealways (2.3k words) - Isak manages to get so wasted that he doesn't recognise Even and proceeds to tell Even all about his hot boyfriend waiting for him at home.

smoke in the air, binge drinking by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug (2.3k words) - Isak accidentally gets wasted at a house party and Even is there for his boyfriend.

maybe i'll get drunk by hippopotamus (2.4k words) - theres a really hot third year around, and the only way isak knows to deal with it is alcohol

if you have lost a right track then i'll lead you right back by kittenmichael (2.4k words) - “Even,” he whispers, as if it’s a secret Norway’s nights shouldn’t hear, “my tongue feels really weird.”Even chuckles at his boyfriend’s antics, before realising that he’s genuinely confused. “Kind of like cotton?”

Baby... I AM EVEN THE BOYFRIEND! by Evakkk (2.4k words) - The boy squad get Even to come pick Isak up when he gets to drunk to handle...

pool full of liquor by thekardemomme (3k words) - Isak gets drunk and runs away from his friends, and Even seizes the opportunity to be his knight in shining armor. May as well be Shakespeare.

boy, you make me make bad decisions by hippopotamus (3.2k words) - In which Isak is way too drunk, way too dramatic, and his ex is making out with someone else.

Boys' night + Even by skampanda (3.2k words) - Drunk Isak was the best Isak, according to Magnus. He became super comfortable with himself and talked like non-stop about his beautiful boyfriend. There was just one slight problem- when drunk, Isak is super needy.

Ready to Jingle Your Bells by MacksDramaticShenanigans (3.6k words) - It was truly a testament to how drunk Isak was when rather than vehemently denying the request or furiously shaking his head and pushing everyone away, he set his glass down and determinately rose to his feet. And there was also the fact that Isak— sober or drunk— was never one to turn away from any sort of challenge, and Mikael’s wording certainly posed this as one. (Of course, there was also the fact that Even did sing him a song, and what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn’t serenade Even right back?)

Drunk Dialing by isakvaltertrash (johntracythatsall) (3.6k words) - “I miss you, and I– I hate you, how could you just, you just left! I thought everything was okay and you just fucking left, Even, you left– do you have any fucking idea what it’s been like to –“ But Even is raising his voice to get through his ramble, interrupting him with a string of “I know, I know, I know”. But Isak is drunk and he’s angry and he’s not going to be that easy.

So, Maybe I'm A Little Gay by LavenderWater (4.3k words) - Come drink with us they said. It'll be fun they said. And it was, at least until Isak drunkenly blurted out his love for Even in front of everyone. Fuck his life.

Homesick by everything_else (4.4k words) - 5 times they take care of each other after the break up. +1

Sweet Boys Shouldn't Drink Hard Liquor by wordsarelifealways (4.6k words) - Isak's mother is spiralling again and the texts are getting to Isak. Unfortunately, Even only finds out when Jonas calls him to tell him that Isak got really drunk and had a meltdown. Even looks after Isak at arguably his lowest point since he moved out of the Valtersen household.

Bumps, Grazes and Kisses by Flatfootmonster (4.8k words) - “What am I usually like?” he asked tentatively. The last strip had been placed over the cut, but the guys hands lingered on his face, smoothing gently over his work with a thumb. “Usually you just seem to be waiting for something to happen.” And the small smile that Isak caught playing on his lips was different somehow; he knew exactly what that something was. “But today you were even dancing—it was shocking.”

Confessions at dawn by chroniclesofwriting, joaneoffart (6k words) - Jonas helps a very drunk Isak to get to his apartment, there, he confesses his thoughts about what he wants in life, without realizing that it is Even himself to who he tells all these things.

Strong enough to carry him by diamondjacket (7k words) - Mahdi thinks Eskild is hot. Isak just wants to get through this with his sanity intact.

bloom by Skamtrash (8k words) - Friends to Lovers AU where Isak talks too much and likes Even, Even smokes too much and likes silence.

***** BONUS *****

your love is my turning page. by carryonevaks (1.1k words) - Isak is drunk in love. Even loves to tease him about it.

***** WIP *****

Face First by LinksLipsSinkShips - Isak's blackout drunk and has an unorthodox way of meeting Even.

Him & I by Emma_jay - Random Evak scenes written in script style.

[paintedvanilla]

paintedvanilla’s good omens fic recommendations

here we have something I’ve been too shy to make for a while because. to be straight with you. more than half of these are explicit. and well. yeah.

works listed in escalating rating order (general -> teen -> mature -> explicit)

everything is completed unless otherwise noted.

Title: Bowties

Author: dvldegg ( @caerdroia )

Rating: General

Word Count: 776

Summary: “Newt needs help tying his bowtie. Crowley makes fun of Aziraphale. It's just a typical weekend.”

My Notes: This fic caused me to overdose on domestic cuteness.

Title: anywhere i go you go, my dear

Author: chamaenerion

Rating: General

Word Count: 1,533

Summary: “After the Apocalypse-that-wasn't, Crowley is reluctant to leave Aziraphale's side.”

My Notes: I will literally die i swear to god this has nervous and protective crowley and he’s clingy and overall I just wanted to scream I love him I love my boy and they’re so in love and they should always be allowed to be together

Title: Getting a Wiggle On

Author: Kedreeva

Rating: General

Word Count: 7,293

Summary: “Crowley's prank to leave Aziraphale with fake eggs to babysit does not go remotely as planned.”

My Notes: You’ve probably seen this concept floating around tumblr but this fic made me GENTLE because i have daddy issues and whenever people are like “crowley and aziraphale as parents” i have a fucking heart attack

Title: Adopt Don’t Shop - A Good Meowmans Fanfic

Author: lucky_spike

Rating: General

Word Count: 12,434

Summary: “Inspired by Chekhov's cat AU comics 'Good Meowmens', here is a fanfic in which Anathema and Newt are humans, and Aziraphale and Crowley are cats. Not disguised as cats, not trapped in cat bodies, just actual elderly cats that are inseparable.”

My Notes: I know some people think au’s like this are kinda weird but this one is so fucking charming to me idk??? I literally ate this shit up I love being gentle and reading about cats who are in love.

Title: Not Alone

Author: superqueerdanvers

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 937

Summary: “Crowley and Anathema are supposed to meet Aziraphale at the movies, but they can't find a parking place, and they have a heart-to-heart about disability.”

My Notes: I experienced feelings and also emotions while reading this and now i’m a different person

Title: bastard child of water

Author: smallredboy ( @smallredb0y )

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 15,622

Summary: “After a grave mistake, Crowley, a merman, is transformed into a human and exiled out of the sea. Issues crop up as he grows used to his new body, to his new friends and to his new job. But when a merman he's seen in passing pokes his head out of the water one afternoon, Crowley will fall for him and look for a way to regain his body.”

My Notes: THIS FIC MAKES ME LOSE MY SHIT i bribed dave with real life money to finish it and every day i’m thankful i made that decision because this fic is SO. FUCKING. GOOD. IT’S TENDER!! IT’S GENTLE!! IT MAKES ME LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND!!!!!

Title: Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach 

Author: Nnm

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 99,423

Summary: “As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:

His clothing was expensive and stylish;

He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;

His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”

He looked angry;

He was wearing sunglasses.”

My Notes: OH!!!!!!!! MY GOD!!!!!!!!! THIS FIC DESTROYED ME EMOTIONALLY!!!!!!! IT RIPPED MY FUCKING HEART OUT AND FORCED ME TO DEAL WITH #ISSUES AND JUST OVERALL TURNED ME INTO A DISASTER!!!! I READ THIS SHIT IN ONE SITTING!!! I WAS HOOKED!!!! EVEN NOW JUST THINKING ABOUT IT IS DEALING PSYCHIC DAMAGE!!!!!! PLEASE READ THIS!!!

Title: The Odd One Out

Author: RainyDayDecaf

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2,948

Summary: “It takes being thrown into another universe and meeting other versions of himself to make Aziraphale realize there is something wrong with the way his Crowley treats him.”

My Notes: A product of the shit-script, literally had me feeling emotions but also giggling because movie!Aziraphale deserves to be LOVED.

Title: A Single Feather

Author: qwanderer

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2,521

Summary: “Here's the thing. Demons must be good at improv, at hiding reactions, at carrying on no matter what. They can’t show a moment of vulnerability, not to each other, and certainly not to angels. They were supposed to be tough, untrusting, paranoid bastards, or else.

So Crowley had developed a highly honed skill of automatically bullshitting, boasting, and mocking while covering up his true emotions, and it was in full force now.”

My Notes: I’m a simple woman. I see a nesting fic, I click on it. And it makes me emotional and afterwards I have to lay face down on the floor.

Title: Untouched

Author: Etaleah

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3,531

Summary: “A demon's life is a lonely one. What Crowley wants is so simple, yet he can never have it.”

My Notes: I will literally fly into the sun if I see the tag “touch starved crowley” i will scream at the top of my lungs. Somebody please hold this demon.

Title: Penance

Author: Blissymbolics

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 5,910

Summary: “And for a while, it’s enough.

It’ll happen, Crowley tells himself. This time, it’ll finally happen.”

My Notes: Listen. This fic destroyed me, it made me tender horny and just overall ruined my night in the best way possible. I’m having a crisis over it as we speak. 

Title: Starved

Author: Fyre

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 6,351

Summary: “The first time the angel touches him, it’s as they descend from the walls of Eden.

It’s nothing, only a hand put out to steady him. A kindness. And yet a thousand memories from life below make Crawly flinch instinctively at the contact. It’s stupid, really, and he’s sure the angel doesn’t notice. He doesn’t stop to consider the fact that the angel’s hand was soft and for a moment, his skin tingled where it touched. Not right away, anyway.”

My Notes: AHH!! Crowley really said “I am touch starved please love me” like!! Imagine craving someone’s touch for SIX THOUSAND YEARS!! I’D GO BONKERS!! THIS FIC MADE ME GO BONKERS!!

Title: can you keep me close (can you love me most)

Author: taizi

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3,268

Summary: “When his angel stretches out a hand, cupid’s bow mouth curved into a familiar smile, Crowley knows better. When he’s led to his own bedroom, pushed down amidst the silk sheets and hastily miracled pillows and a sinful duvet, when Aziraphale leans over him and the whole world seems to hang right there in his eyes, Crowley knows that this is not his to keep. It’s not for him to have this.”

My Notes: I can will and must LITERALLY EXPLODE the tension in this one is palatable and I snort hurt/comfort like cocaine.

Title: please, could you be tender?

Author: deadgreeks

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 6,262

Summary: “The first kiss is only the beginning of a relationship. Crowley and Aziraphale need to talk about things. That is not their strong suit.”

My Notes: I ache and I yearn for this type of content they are literally. They are LITERALLY… I’m going to burst into flames.

Title: The Quiet, Persistent, Gnawing Unease

Author: LillipopCop

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 20,850

Summary: “An exploration of the serious toll Hell's physical and psychological grip has taken on Crowley since his Fall.”

My Notes: Fics where Crowley experiences emotional distress own my ass.

Title: Make a Little Birdhouse in Your Soul

Author: Zolac_no_Miko

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 10,573

Summary: “It was a compulsion that he couldn’t quite define. A burning in his blood, a tingle on the palms of his hands. A restlessness that drove him to art galleries, antique stores, and street markets, seeking some object that would please Aziraphale. Something beautiful, or something useful—something he would want to keep. It started with little things, small tokens that didn’t require a special occasion: an embroidered silk bookmark; a rare and delicate tea from the highlands of China; a steel pen and inkwell to replace Aziraphale’s quill pen, and then a fountain pen to replace that. And then things started to get out of hand.”

My Notes: Another nesting fic that almost wiped me the fuck out.

Title: Crown of Thorns [The Walls, the Wainscot, and the Mouse] 'Verse

Author: irisbleufic ( @irisbleufic )

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 275,000

Summary: ““D’you realize,” [Crowley] said, “that we never tire of things humans get bored with on the regular?” Aziraphale shrugged, lazily basking. “I’ve always assumed it’s that we don’t tire of each other.””

My Notes: Please for the love of god and all that is holy if you have not read this fic, read it. I consider it canon.

Title: fires of the flesh, both literal and figurative

Author: mercuryhatter

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,726

Summary: “Pretty standard "there's a sex curse and Crowley has to have way too many orgasms or be discorporated" stuff.”

My Notes: Yeah this is. Where I’m gonna start to get shy about my notes. It’s funny and it’s hot. Yeah.

Title: The Understanding

Author: Zetared

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 37,918

Summary: “Crowley is untethered. Aziraphale knows how to secure a knot. (He’s read many books on the subject, after all).”

My Notes: In which the underlying plot is a little strange but the overlying porn is very good.

Title: Come Fuck Me Hips

Author: AgentStannerShipper

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,471

Summary: “Crowley has had a fantasy about Aziraphale for centuries now. Too bad the angel would never take him up on it. Except, as it turns out, he absolutely would.”

My Notes: Everybody has read this and if you haven’t then you better because it’s. It’s good.

Title: If I Regard Iniquity

Author: elektratios

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,912

Summary: ““Aziraphale…” Crowley’s mouth worked a bit but no more words would come out. He cleared his throat. “Aziraphale, there’s no,” he gestured vaguely, “iniquity here.” He winced at his choice of words. “No-one is watching, no-one is judging. It’s just us.””

My Notes: I will literally dunk myself in the trash holy shit. It’s. It’s good.

Title: that pulse of my nights and days

Author: Ark

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,694

Summary: “Aziraphale laughs, the delighted, breathy giggle he gives after his second bottle of champagne. “Such a shame we didn’t come to this sooner,” he says, pulling back and—oh, naughty angel!—increasing the length and girth of his cock when he pushes back in. Crowley gasps, and Aziraphale—greedy, too!—tilts in to swallow the sound from his lips, flicks his tongue against Crowley’s as though chasing after the flavor of this elongated pleasure.”

My Notes: This one is uh. This is a dirty one. It’s good but it sure is filthy.

Title: A Home at the Beginning of the World

Author: stereobone

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5,867

Summary: “"Oh," Aziraphale says. "I think Crowley might have moved in with me."”

My Notes: Everyone has read this one too but for good reason because it’s fucking amazing and makes me wanna scream.

Title: The One In Which Crowley Discovers Wanking

Author: for_autumn_i_am

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5,784

Summary: “It began, like most memorable events in Crowley’s life did, with a bad decision; like most bad decisions, it involved poor impulse control and copious amounts of alcohol. The Antichrist had been born, and he put on lipstick and kitten heels to deal with it, but knew that the clock was ticking, and at times when time was slipping away, it helped to hold onto a bottle of gin.”

My Notes: It’s what the title says and it’s hot.

Title: Love Hath Made Thee A Tame Snake

Author: thehoyden

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,484

Summary: “He was the bloody Serpent of Eden, and he wasn’t going to stand for this kind of flagrant trespassing.”

My Notes: It’s uhhhhhhh… it’s hot!

Title: A Bolt From The Heavens

Author: coloursflyaway

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11,235

Summary: “Aziraphale is going to show Crowley just how much he is loved. Through touch.”

My Notes: I will LITERALLY collapse on the floor… it’s too much for me

Title: Say Amen

Author: SinningPlumpPrincess

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,967

Summary: “Despite being in a relationship, they still long and yearn for each other.

Despite being in a relationship, Crowley can't get over that Aziraphale loves touching him.”

My Notes: I’m a very simple woman. I see a fic tagged “dry humping” and I click on it.

Title: Praise Be to Crowley

Author: FishingforCrows

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,306

Summary: “A simple comment from Aziraphale gets an unexpected reaction from Crowley. Aziraphale is curious to see what happens if he repeats the same comment in the bedroom.”

My Notes: It has praise kink crowley how am I not supposed to find it hot.

Title: Tea for One

Author: Kaesa

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,072

Summary: “Crowley doesn't have a lot of complaints about sex with Aziraphale, but he can't help being miffed when Aziraphale stops just to have another sip of tea.”

My Notes: A two for one: funny and sexy

Title: rest yourself with me

Author: sabinelagrande

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,380

Summary: “Crowley has a wonderful invention that he's just dying to try.”

My Notes: It’s funny and it’s hot what more could you ask for?

Title: let the rivers fill

Author: focusfixated

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,996

Summary: ““Darling,” Aziraphale answered. “I’m here.” His hand stroked through Crowley’s hair, teasing out the snarls of red that tangled around his fingers, matted with sweat and knotted where Crowley had thrashed his head against the pillows. “Can you turn over for me, love?” Weakly, Crowley’s eyes flickered down, and he saw the angel blushing, as if now, suddenly, of all things, he had succumbed to reticence. He was sat back on his knees, and the soft accordion folds of him were dewy with sweat and moonlight. His heart constricting somewhere in his useless chest, Crowley turned over, and spread his legs.”

My Notes: I see overstimulation and I fucking floor it. Please never stop writing fics where they have limitless stamina.

Title: sweet just like frustration

Author: teatales

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7,174

Summary: “Crowley danced on the line between self-serving and selfless when it came to Aziraphale. He would do anything, anything for the angel. Anything he asked, anything he suggested, anything he needed but didn’t say aloud. But Crowley was also a terribly, desperately greedy thing. And oh, how he wanted. Wanted Aziraphale with every damned fibre of his infernal being. Wanted to be good for him; so, so good that he would never want to leave. Crowley wanted to be the best, his only, his everything. As much as he wished to lie there in exquisite rapture - he was nothing if not lazy - he needed to at least attempt to communicate all that he felt. To make Aziraphale feel even a quarter of what he experienced. He had to try.”

My Notes: Just LOOK at that summary. How can I read that summary without being expected to fucking faint. Jesus christ!!

Title: The Human Way

Author: battle_cat

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,780

Summary: “They're finally about to fuck on the bookshop couch and Aziraphale wants to know what Crowley wants.”

My Notes: I SEE A FIC WHERE CROWLEY DOESN’T KNOW WHAT HE WANTS AND IS JUST TRYING TO MAKE AZIRAPHALE HAPPY AND I BURST INTO FLAMES

Title: We Waited Long Enough

Author: syrupfactory

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,170

Summary: “After a few months of (finally) officially dating, Aziraphale is a little hurt when Crowley seems amused by his eagerness for sex. Why? Because Aziraphale actually wants way, way more. Fortunately, that's a fun problem to solve.”

My Notes: THEY EACH THINK THE OTHER ISN’T AS INTERESTED IN HAVING SEX AS THEY ARE AND THEN THEY HAVE MARATHON SEX AND I’M SWEATING.

Title: As Advertised on TV

Author: Mr_Customs_Man

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,045

Summary: “Everything that Crowley knew about sex, he learned from watching movies. As fun as movies are, they don't provide a comprehensive sex education. Needless to say, he has some misconceptions in regards to the act.”

My Notes: This is NOT a sexy fic!! It is sad and it wrenches my heart and I WORRY. Crowley please communicate your NEEDS.

Title: until you say it out loud

Author: attheborder

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6,293

Summary: “And Aziraphale is realizing now, to its fullest, something he’s suspected for nearly as long as he’s known Crowley: the demon is no silver-tongued devil. He is no weaver of words, no smooth talker. It would fit in with his image, certainly— shouldn’t a man-shaped being dressed like an oilslick have speech just as dark and slippery— but there’s very little of either of them that’s as it ought to be, really.”

My Notes: This fic ignited me and I burst into flames. You’re probably starting to see a trend in what I like to read.

Title: Coitus Interruptus with Paperwork

Author: mountagrue

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,780

Summary: “The one where Azira Fell (directly onto Crowley's dick, did not pass go, did not fill out the appropriate forms).”

My Notes: Scream this is funny and horny Aziraphale falls and immediately gets to dicking down his demon while Gabriel suffers the aftermath. 

Title: What Crowley Wants

Author: crookedashes

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7,022

Summary: “Aziraphale wants to give Crowley what he wants most. It goes a bit sideways.”

My Notes: I die for this content can they communicate like normal people for FIVE MINUTES? Ft. Crowley feeling inadequate and me flying into the sun.

Title: All The Rest

Author: darlingred1

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11,416

Summary: “If it weren’t for Aziraphale’s persistence, they wouldn’t have had a sex life at all, and Crowley was a demon, for goodness sake! Aziraphale didn’t understand it. (Aziraphale has the communication skills of a doorknob. Crowley isn't any better.)”

My Notes: Aziraphale and Crowley are like *has horny communication issues* and i’m like *nuts*

Title: and in this way their love rewrites the universe

Author: leaveanote

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9,503

Summary: “They've been desperately in love for a year since the world didn't end, and they've been making little miracles happen for each other. Crowley's latest? A date outside of London, at a drive-in movie theatre in the South Downs. Yes, they have sex in the Bentley.”

My Notes: IT’S SAPPY IT’S TENDER IT’S HORNY IT’S ROMANTIC THEY INVENTED LOVE!!!

Title: sanctuary

Author: leaveanote

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6,779

Summary: “It's about making a home together. It takes some getting used to, to take all this longing and transmute it into love, into something shared, but Aziraphale is here to help him get used to it. Especially on a stormy day in the cottage.

What better way to spend it than making love over and over and over?”

My Notes: I am literally a mess I read fics where they’re madly in love and want to stay close and I explode

Title: The Skin And Bones Of You

Author: entangelednow

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,001

Summary: “In which Crowley has spent six thousand years wanting something he doesn't think he deserves. It's only natural to assume he won't get to keep it.”

My Notes: I swear to god i will SCREAM!! IT’S TOO MUCH!! PLEASE NEVER STOP WRITING CROWLEY AS INSECURE.

Title: love like the dawn

Author: leaveanote

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,755

Summary: “This is sleepy, romantic, domestic morning sex in the South Downs Cottage. Crowley's still getting used to a love this good, the way it remakes him, the way it remakes the world.”

My Notes: I can’t with this like they’re just so in love I’ve lost the ability to breathe this fic stole my lungs and left me for dead

Title: to sleep, perchance to dream

Author: starkhasheart

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,023

Summary: “Crowley has a kink. Of course Aziraphale is going to indulge him.”

My Notes: Uhhhhhh it’s. Uhhh. Consensual somnophilia is uh… yeah.

Title: on the same page

Author: Chekhov

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: ~85,746

Summary: “Aziraphale Z. Fell is a rising star of the spiritual literary genre - the next Eat Pray Love guy - and his version of Chicken Soup For the Christian Soul is flying off the shelves. It's not that he's not grateful, but it's one thing to enjoy a career in writing and another completely to be pigeonholed into a specific genre, so much so that you are almost forbidden from writing anything else. So yes, maybe he has a bit of a secret. An outlet for his less... appropriate urges. And yes, if his typical readership got word of the sort of paragraphs he could put out on a particularly inspired night, they might suffer some form of heart attack typical for their age. But all of that is well hidden, and there is absolutely no way anyone would ever find out about his Arrangement with A.J. Crowley - the most debaucherous romantic fiction author of the decade. That is... until they have to pretend to be married to each other.”

My Notes: THIS ONE ISN’T FINISHED YET BUT IT’S A HUMAN AU AND EVERY UPDATE MAKES ME FOAM AT THE MOUTH

Title: be mine

Author: leaveanote

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,994

Summary: “It's their first Valentine's Day together, and Crowley is trying to pick out the right present.”

My Notes: I SCREAM I actually did not realize how many of this authors works I had bookmarked and HOLY SHIT!! THEY ARE JUST SO IN LOVE!! AHHHHH!!

Title: do we get what we deserve

Author: Smalls

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11,064

Summary: “Crowley had not been a particularly good angel.

Unfortunately, Crowley had never been a particularly good demon either.”

My Notes: Cannot lie this had me openly sobbing on a Friday morning and left me emotionally raw

Title: Renting Crowley

Author: Amorous_Flammetta

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8,018

Summary: “Crowley acts out Aziraphale's Victorian-era fantasy of taking a rent boy home for the night. Their little game includes costumes, champagne, dirty talk and explicit sex!”

My Notes: ITS A RENT BOY FANTASY BUT IT’S ALSO TENDER AND LOVING AND IT HAD ME SWEATING AND MADE ME EMOTIONAL

Title: do me right and do me wrong (give it up, give it up)

Author: seashadows

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10,828

Summary: “Crowley copes with attention starvation, tries out some new hobbies, and discovers that asking for what you need is better than the alternative.”

My Notes: I’M GOING TO FUCKING EXPLODE THIS ONE MADE ME SCREAM LIKE I JUST CANNOT HANDLE IT ATTENTION STARVATION WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

Title: For The Longest Time

Author: darlingred1

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 20,370

Summary: “Crowley kind of misses the pining when it's gone. Aziraphale comes up with a solution.”

My Notes: It was hot and funny and lasted just long enough to really make me antsy for the conclusion.

Title: Clementine

Author: Mussimm

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 49,073

Summary: “The seaside neighbours AU exactly one person asked for.”

My Notes: HUMAN AU WHERE THEY LIVE BY THE BEACH AND FALL IN LOVE AKA BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

Title: Gentle but Intoxicating, Nervous but Tender 

Author: ShortInsomniac98 ( @devilsss-dyke )

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,868

Summary: “Crowley x vulva-having reader. // It wasn’t what you’d expected when you agreed to come home with him. What you’d expected was a maybe a quick, clumsy fuck, then out the door. Not some nervous but tender man who stammered out an, 'Is this okay then?' This was much nicer, much sweeter.”

My Notes: No comment besides uhhhhhh [sweats]

[randombtsprincessa]

Base to Base

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Kim Seokjin x Reader (2nd POV)

Words: 5k

Genre: Smut/Fluff, Established Relationship!

Summary: You reminisce about your relationship with your boyfriend over the course of four bases.

Warning: Fluffy and softly grumpy Jinnie, the four bases, french kissing, shirtless Jin, flirting badly omg sorry, oral (both receiving), fingering, kitchen sex (clean up after this), unprotected sex (be safe guys)!

A/N: The following work is part of the In the Mood Project for @bangtansmutcentral​and the lovely moodboard is contributed by @meispace​​ <3

The feel of soft hands meeting the curve of your waist was what drew your attention to the new presence in your small but decently equipped kitchen. You hummed, lips rising in a smile when your ear buds were removed, gently looping them around your neck.

“Good morning,” you murmured, letting your head tilt back, against a broad shoulder. A shoulder to rival all shoulders as a matter of fact.

Mr. Shoulders hums right back, fingers skimming over your torso to rest at your stomach, holding you to him. “Hi, what are we up to?”

You glanced down at your hands, holding the skillet that sizzled with pancakes. The aroma of sweet carbohydrates and melting butter had already permeated the kitchen.

“I’m…making breakfast?” your words sounded as much a question to you as an answer, wondering why he asked. You backed further into him, nestling against his large frame until you noticed the closed eyelids.

“You mean you left me in bed all by my lonesome for food?”

You had to roll your eyes. If there was one thing your boyfriend of four years was, it was clingy and whiny when tired. He had been working hard – too hard, in your opinion – for the last two weeks, perfecting a presentation that would guarantee him a promotion. The presentation had pulled off spectacularly; the man resulted to entering your shared apartment with an air of extreme satisfaction.

An impromptu date had followed.

You had been hesitant, worrying he might collapse straight into his steak but he’d held up, driving the both of you back carefully before dropping and passing out in bed with barely any cleaning up, curled around you like a huge snuggly teddy bear. You’d hoped to make him some breakfast in bed for a well earned weekend but with his heavy body draped over yours, it was futile.

“Baby,” you cooed, turning around to hug him, hands rubbing over his bare back in an effort to soothe out the separation anxiety he proclaimed to suffer from. “Go back to bed, yeah? I’ll get you breakfast in bed.”

Jin whined again, a low car-like sound. “I want to stay with you.”

“But I’ll burn the breakfast; fine, go sit at the table, I’m nearly done.”

This time, you were met with resigned acceptance. Jin unlatched from you, shuffling to the round dining table tucked in one corner of your kitchen – living room juncture and slumped, his head laying flat against the wooden surface. His eyes remained focused on you, bleary.

You kept your gaze on him until his dippers slid shut and his pouty lips parted that you turned back to your food, frowning at the darker shade of the pancake that you were working on.

Cursing mentally, you saved it for yourself, adding it to the pile and lifting the batter spoon again.

If anybody asked you for any relationship advice, you would always say that never do anything that makes you uncomfortable, no matter how much you love that person.

Of course, you couldn’t practice what you preached when it came to your best friend, Sulli.

Deeply vibrant, sparkling with adventure and the first love of your life; Sulli was the voice over the phone that dragged you places. Former whining on your part almost always died down when you saw what she had planned for you and obviously, she blatantly flaunted that fact.

As a matter of fact, you were glad that Sulli was an exception to your rule; otherwise you might have never met the second love of your life.

Sulli had been incessant for the last few days of your senior year in college. ‘It is the last days before the finals.’ ‘It would be stupid not to attend one last party before we are no longer students.’ ‘We won’t have time before we have to start looking for work.’

You had agreed with a subtle sigh and eye roll, knowing she wouldn’t let up until you were in the car with her.

Of course, only this time you weren’t so thrilled about where she took you.

“A sports club; SULLI,” you screeched even as Sulli’s small red car drew into the parking.

“What, it’s just a cute little place where cute men crawl about; talking about shit nobody actually cares about but makes them feel good. It’ll be fine.”

“Still, I could be studying. I am definitely not interested in being mansplained about how to tell cricket from baseball.” You huffed, reluctant to even leave the car.

Your tornado of a friend ducked her head, lips already pouting in that magical way she knew always got her what she wanted.

Fuck…

“Fine…” you gritted your teeth, missing the way she grinned when you turned to get out of the car, following obediently as she opened the door of the club, fluid as she moved to lean over the counter.

“Hey, is the bar open yet?”

The man who was wiping down the end of the counter glanced up, looking curiously at you and Sulli before shaking his head, “The bar isn’t, opens at 8 in the evening; but the restaurant is. Breakfast time,” he explained, whipping a thumb behind his shoulder to the door that lead further in.

“Well, what luck, I haven’t had anything to eat in the morning.” Sulli threw you a lopsided smile and you snorted lightly, both of you walking in to get some ‘breakfast’.

You had been pleasantly surprised to see the restaurant buzzing with low volume; unlike the loud chatter you were expecting. Sulli led you to a small booth at the back, listing through the menu in an uninterested manner.

“It’s a self service.” You noted.

“Right, I want to have an egg salad. Do you want to go order?” She asked you. You obliged, walking to the front to place your order.

It was then when you had met Kim Seokjin.

Sitting with his back to you when you slid your order across, you were met with a pair of big, beautiful brown eyes that were raised at your presence.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

The man smiled, a little unsure. “I don’t think so. Sorry for staring. I didn’t know girls came here.” He said.

You trained an amused gaze his way. “I didn’t see an exclusive to men sign anywhere.”

“No, but it’s unspoken, isn’t it? This is where boys come to be stupid loud, and refined creatures like you avoid.” He leant in a little. “Between you and me I find it a load of crap. Women can be loud too and men can be graceful and cultured.”

You watched him as he nodded in a convincing manner. You decided to play along.

“So, what is a cultured graceful man like you doing here?” You asked.

The man straightened – a nice, tall height – pointing to the booth next to where Sulli sat, immersed in her phone. The man sitting in the booth looked up, noticing you and your companion and gave a cheeky wave.

“That’s my brother. He’s got the whole ‘I’m a man who needs to go to sports bar to seem cool’ thing going on. Young folks, you know.” He shrugged. “I, myself, am not so much a sports person but I don’t leave him alone if I can.”

“That’s…strangely sweet of you.” You blinked in surprise as the waitress rang his food. He picked up the two trays of subway sandwiches and smiled.

“Well, I’ll see you around I guess, I’m Seokjin, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you answered, stepping forward in line.

Needless to say, Sulli had been ecstatic when she heard about your interaction with Seokjin. That, plus the fact that he stopped by your table to say goodbye and ask if he was going to see you around had prompted your best friend to have you frequent the club further.

The ritual of going through pretty outfits and sitting at the counter until Jungkook – Jin’s brother – and Jin would show up only ended until he actually asked you out.

Jin winced when a loud cheer went through the crowds in the bar. You giggled as he cast you a despairing glance. “I don’t understand. Call me weird, but it’s just a ball.”

“You’re absolutely right. Nothing to lose minds over,” You acquiesced, not mentioning that your father was a sports buff as well.

“I’d much rather be at home, watching Master Chef.” Jin muttered.

“You’re into cooking?” You asked, surprised yet again.

“Very much, I love cooking, baking. I could be borderline Michelin with all the times I’ve had to feed that buffoon over there.” He indicated the corner where Jungkook was slamming his heavy beer mug on the wood. You pursed your lips.

“You should cook me something.” You teased, nudging his broad shoulders when he paused, the swig of beer swirling in his cheek before he swallowed.

“About that; I don’t know about cooking, but I have this reference for a French restaurant? It’s supposed to be really good. I was going to try it out this weekend. Do you…want to come with me? If it’s terrible, we’ll hit McDonalds.” He asked, looking over your shoulder.

You watched him, smiling as you brought your glass of punch to your lips. “Sure, I’d love to.”

Jin’s eyes flickered to you, meeting the smirk with his own. “It’s a date.”

The date had been beautiful. You’d dressed up but kept it simple, not wanting to overdo it even as the hostess walked you to a window facing table where Jin already sat. you were glad to see he hadn’t suited up, a simple black turtle neck, slacks and a grey jacket thrown over the back of his chair, the only dressed up he’d accommodated.

Your date with Jin had been near perfect, the light, crisp wine, the dish you couldn’t pronounce and Jin allowing you to split the bill before walking you to your car were still ingrained in your mind and it was doubtful anyone could ever surpass it.

Now of course, it was pointless, what with the man sprawled out on the table for you to love.

“Thank you, it was a lovely place, I had a lot of fun.” You said, turning to face him when you were next to your car.

“I’m happy you did. Also, thank god the place was good; I didn’t want a bad fish to ruin this date.” Jin chuckled as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

You smiled at the joke before rising up to your tip toes, pushing to be the forward one.

Jin accepted the kiss graciously, large palm moving to cup your cheek as he held you close to him but still respectful of the premise of the first date. Could this man get anymore perfect?

He pulled back for some air, staring at you with his pupils blown out a little before diving in again, his hand sliding to your back as his tongue teased the seam of your lips, barely brushing the edge inside.

You placed both hands on his shoulders, allowing him to enter your mouth, swirling his tongue against yours, a dance that tasted of the chilled wine before disconnecting again, taking deep breaths.

“We should go home, before I decide to get in the car with you.” He chuckled, carefully removing his hands from your body, palming through his hair.

“We have time. We just passed first base.”

Jin frowned, looking confused as you slid into the driver’s side, rolling down the window.

“First base?”

“Hey, we met in a sports bar; might as well keep the spirit alive.”

You winked at him, pulling out from your spot as Jin burst out laughing, waving at you before blowing a kiss.

You placed the lid on the pancake box, turning to look fondly at your still snoozing boyfriend. His arms encased his head, protective as he covered his eyes from the sunlight in the kitchen.

You moved over, trailing your fingertips over his bare skin. The supple surface had cooled in the chill of your home but you found him warm nonetheless, letting your hand rest over him, remembering the time you had seen him shirtless for the first time and he you, while also crossing the second base.

“Why are you shirtless?” You asked, pausing in the doorway of his kitchen.

Jin grumbled; nodding at the shirt he’d thrown to the floor. “I spilled soy sauce all over it. Damned bad luck; it’s one of my best white shirts…” He sighed, shaking his head before returning to his stirring.

“Oh,” you gulped, feeling heat seep into the apples of your cheeks at the vision in front of you.

Jin’s pacific shoulders stretched out, nearly taking up half the space of the kitchen, the muscles rippling every time those sinewy arms shuffled with the hissing pan. He thwacked the spatula against the rim of the utensil, bending down to sniff at the condiments. The jeans he wore tightened against his hips, dragging your eyes to the curve of his rear. You gulped again.

“Do you want me to get you another shirt?”

“No, I’m cool.” Jin blinked when he turned to face you. “Are you okay?”

“Yep,”

“You look feverish, is it the heat?”

Well, it was definitely something alright but you managed to shake your head. Jin frowned, “Are you allergic to something in here?”

“No, Jin, I’m fine, really.”

“But you’re all red and jumpy and…” He trailed off, glancing at you strangely before down at his bare body. It took him a second but you saw the light bulb go on.

Your boyfriend smirked. “Is it me, Y/N? Am I making you hot?”

You would’ve rolled your eyes, made a snarky comment, anything but the way Jin reached back to turn down the stove and strode over to tower over you; eyes challenging and smug changed your mind.

You reached for him, his hands willingly wrapping around you to allow your lips to mesh together. Jin grinned into the kiss, large palms sliding down to your thighs before he was lifting you onto the kitchen island.

“You’re overdressed.” He mumbled, detaching from you to flick open the pearl buttons of your sleek blouse. You placed open mouthed kisses against the column of his throat while he slid the top away from your shoulders, his fingers playing with the straps of your cream bra.

His eyes met yours, hinting a question and you met his with approval, raising your arms so he could push the flimsy material over your head. You dropped your arms, eyes downcast as Seokjin dragged his over your newly bared skin. Gently fingertips pushed your chin up to where he placed a kiss to your eager mouth.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, foreheads pressing to yours. Hands clasping your knees he dragged you to the edge of the island, his mouth hovering over your neck and clavicle, while his warm breath wafted on your skin, soaking in.

By the time he closed his pillow like petals over your peaking nipples, tongue laving over them, you were already aching against the very obvious bulge that was pressed right against your core.

Naturally, dinner was a bit late.

“Baby,” you called, hand now rubbing against his neck, trying to push him towards consciousness.

Seokjin grumbled, unintelligible before turning his head away from you. You gasped in mock offense. “A minute ago you didn’t want to leave me, now you’re pushing me away.”

“It was longer than a minute.” Jin raised his head to give you an owlish look. “You left me alone for too long; now I’m self sufficient.”

“Uh-huh, fine then, I suppose I’ll be eating all these pancakes by myself.” You moved to your own seat, placing two fluffy pancakes on your own plate and slathering them with chocolate syrup.

“Rude,” Jin huffed, brightening only when you put two on his own plate, sliding the butter and honey over. “If you were nicer, it would be you and honey on the menu for me but you’re playing.” He pouted.

“Jin!” You whined, “Please don’t, I’ve been having flashbacks all morning and you’re not helping.”

Your boyfriend paused mid-bite. “Flashbacks…? What kind of flashbacks?”

“About us, our time together…just stuff,” You took a bite into your pancake while Jin continued to stare at you.

“You were thinking about the bases, weren’t you?” He asked shrewdly, quirking his eyebrow.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because you got all messed up when I brought up eating you out casually. I mean I don’t want to brag but after four years together I can still get you all hot and bothered. I’m awesome.”

You tossed a sprig of rosemary at him in retaliation which he batted away before grinning lasciviously. “I’m right aren’t I? You were thinking of our ‘times’ together.”

“Jin,” You warned.

“Remember third base?”

Oh didn’t you…

“Oh my god, stop,” You placed a hand flat on Kim Seokjin’s perfect face, trying to push it away but damn the man was strong. All the hours he spent with Jungkook in that absurd Club gym weren’t wasted after all.

“Please,” he whispered.

“Jin, Sulli’s in the house. It’s weird.”

“She’s not in the room, is she? Just please, I’ve been waiting for so long. You promised!”

You yanked yourself away when you felt Jin’s hand trailing up your jeans. Ever since you’d crossed second base, Jin had become much more insistent on getting the bases out of the way. It had been five months already but neither of you had had enough time, what with your ongoing thesis and his job starting as a financial advisor.

The changing hours had left him tired, not much happening if he came over, only to fall asleep while you did your own thing or joined him.

Now he was settled and you were free. Jin’s way of celebrating that was to ‘get over with third base’.

“Y/N just let me taste you. I was so hard thinking about it and I had to talk to my boss sporting a boner. It’s the least you can do.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have thought about it.”

He growled. “Are you joking? I have a fucking beautiful girlfriend, how am I not supposed to think about getting my mouth on every available inch of you?”

You were so surprised by his vehemence that you never noticed his hand on your waistband, popping the button open. You straightened, allowing him to tug the zipper down. Jin’s eyes were darkening, lower lip caught in his teeth as he glanced up at you hungrily.

“Lay back, baby,”

You obeyed, positioning yourself flat on your back in the center of your bed. Jin hovered over you, sliding the jeans off you and tossing it over his shoulders.

“I thought you said no?” He asked, leaning over you to tap at the silk covering you. You hummed absently. “I said no, until Sulli leaves.”

“So, I can go to town?”

You groaned. “You are so lame.”

Jin pushed himself against you, a hand lifting your face to his. “You love me,” he shushed before crawling down your body, lifting the thin tank top to expose your stomach.

You watched; lips caught between your teeth, as Seokjin took a breath, lowering his mouth till it rested just over your navel, small brushes lilting against your rapidly heating skin. “Relax, love, you’re all red and tense.” He ran a soothing palm over your leg, taking your mind off the fact that you were indeed mostly naked in front of him.

“I’m fine,” you squeaked.

He laughed at you, eyes fond even as he was slipping a thumb into the waistband of your panties, edging them lower. “If you say so, but I need you a little less stiff so you can enjoy it and I can enjoy doing it to you. We don’t have to,” he began but you were already cutting him off.

“No, no, I’m fine, I want this.” You nodded frantically.

Your lover read you for a second longer, gauging your reaction before the fabric pooling around your knees vanished, tossed in the same direction your jeans were and Seokjin’s face was lowering again.

He settled himself comfortably in the space between your parted legs, making sure to place them over his shoulder, enormous as they were, holding them apart just in case you decided to close them.

And you did…

The first flicker of his tongue against the underside of your belly had you jolt in ticklish panic. Jin stopped immediately; giving you an accusing stare.

“Relax, Y/N.” He warned yet again, keeping his eyes on you as his tongue slipped out again, boldly pressing against your clit, a swift and noticeable pressure.

“Oh,” you said simply, your eyes fixed to your ceiling while you tried not to be distracted from his ministrations.

Each lick, pucker and suck against your rosy flesh had you moaning, exultation barely hidden and over the horizon. You wondered if Sulli had in fact, heard it all, each indecent and wonderful reaction; but as Jin moved, slurping lewdly against your wetness with his long, crooked fingers buried knuckle deep in you, coaxing an orgasm that blinded you and had him grunting in satisfaction, you thought: Ah, fuck it.

Jin was staring intently at you, while you kept your own eyes firmly fixed to your food.

“Well…do you?” He pressed.

“Jin,” you shook your head. “What does it matter anyway? It’s in the past, we’re here now, why are you so bothered about that?”

“Because,” He replied simply. “All those times were so hot. I don’t remember one single time when we’ve been awkward in our physical intimacy and I’m proud of us for clicking naturally.”

“Just in that one department,” You teased.

“I’m just going to point out to you that our fourth year anniversary just went by and that we live together. You might just bear my children someday.”

You threw yet another packet of condiment at him, squarely hitting him in the shoulder. He let out a short groan that made you look up in surprise. “I hurt you with a packet of pepper?”

“No, I just…I had morning wood…but you know food first…but, well, all this talk about our sex life kind of has me going again.”

Jin cast you big, warm hopeful eyes, squirming in his chair to get the point across. You eyed him right back, trying to pour as much disdain as you could into it but to no avail. Either he was too used to it or he was too horny to notice.

“Come on, Y/N,” he reached for your free hand, thumbing circles over yours.

“You have hands Jin,” you retorted, pulling at your hand but he held fast.

“Come on, Y/N,” He repeated, voice deepening to a pitch he knew had you melting in a pool of your own lust while he watched wickedly.

“Play fair, you jerk!”

Seokjin stood up, rising to his full height as he moved to your side, bending over your chair to press cool, chapped lips to your neck.

“I’m so hot for you. Plus, we love kitchen sex.” He murmured, a husky undertone already present that had you squirming in your own seat, much to his delight.

“You know you want to, baby.” Jin’s hand moved from your shoulder, brushing flat over your breast, tweaking at your hardening nipple over the over sized shirt of his you had on before settling near the apex of your legs.

“I also know exactly how you like it. We can have a mini celebration of our fourth base right here.”

You were already losing, you could tell. Your breath quickened, pulse thrumming in your ears, in tandem with Jin’s voice. You clutched at his bicep, nails inching on his skin. Your eyes fell shut when he pulled the shirt up, slipping into the cotton boy shorts that completed your night wear.

A simple push to one side and your legs were opening for the man, his fingers already running over the insides of your thighs. The delicate skin prickled, signaling goose bumps on the rise.

“Jin,” You whimpered, his body caging over yours with the other hand moving to pull at the shirt, tugging it till it popped free over your head.

“Damn, I’m never going to get tired of seeing you naked.” He grunted, already pulling his own shirt over his head to join you.

You turned in the chair, running a hand over his abdomen, feeling him clench at your touch.

“You know what I remembered?” You asked.

“Hmm?” Seokjin curved a hand under your chin, letting you fiddle with his drawstrings.

“I didn’t suck you off during our third base. I want to make up for that.” You glanced up, through your lashes even as Jin exhaled sharply, a curt nod allowing you to free him from his pants.

Seokjin’s hot, pulsating length bobbed; a sight you’d seen many times but one that struck you during times like these; when it was slow but there was desperation coating the air, causing you to appreciate just what a gorgeous man your boyfriend was in all sense of the word.

Jin waited, letting you marvel all over his manhood, hand wrapping around the base to tug at the skin. A drip of precum oozed at the head, indicating his eagerness and before he could brace himself you had engulfed him.

A healthy sex life had made you adept at taking in Jin’s size, his glans and most of his length settling into the hot cavern of your mouth and above you the man let out an obscene groan.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered when you went further, his hand reaching up to rest at the back of your head, helping you.

Minutes passed as the only sounds in the kitchen were Jin’s low grunts and the soft, squelching of his cock going down your throat. You used the extra saliva to coat his length thickly, but Jin pulled away.

“Floor, honey, get on the floor, I want to be inside you now.” He choked, his own hand wrapping tightly around his length, jerky movements giving away the edge.

You hurriedly complied, getting rid of the shorts before getting on the floor, on all fours for easiest access. Even though it definitely wasn’t your first time fucking in the kitchen, what with Jin’s fondness for cooking and your fondness for watching him at it, it had been a while. Getting your own apartment with a nice bed to fool around in, with jobs had made you both much more conservative.

Jin got on his knees behind you, patting at your legs until you moved so he could slide the folded fabric of his shirt under your knees. The other hand moved to your willing core, fingers rubbing over your swollen lips to gather your wetness.

“So wet, baby, it’s been a while since I’ve had you in the kitchen, are you excited?” He asked gently. You could already feel the smug smile in the kiss he placed over the curve of your ass as he wrapped his hands around your hips.

“Yes,” you answered him, basking in his excitement at being adventurous again.

“Mm, that’s nice, we should do this more often,” he said, running the head of his cock over your opening, watching the way your juices slicked on his skin. “I should surprise you more often; eat you out on the table…maybe you can suck me off while I cook your favorite fried rice? Or we can just get down and dirty on the floor, give us an excuse to clean more?”

“Jin, please hurry,” you whined and he giggled while pushing in finally.

Seokjin settled in you heavy, his cock hot as your wall squeezed him. Your back arched as Jin hissed, gritting his teeth.

“You’re sucking me in baby, look at that.” He pulled back, staring at the place you connected in awe, a slow rhythm placed that just toed the line between satisfying and not enough.

You let out a keening whine when Jin paused, still nestled in you to place a trail a kisses up your back, slowly starting again. “Jin,” You panted his name in reproach.

“I know baby, but I’m still sensitive and you’re so tight in the morning. Just enjoy it, we have time.” He soothed.

You lowered yourself to rest on your elbows while he continued to move in you, low groans of appreciation falling from his lips as you backed yourself on his length.

When finally you felt you might explode from the delicious burn of his thickness in you, rubbing just shy from that glorious spot, he picked up.

Jin’s frame bent over you, one hand wrapping around your chest to hold you to him as his hips picked up pace, pounding into you with a speed that had you crying out, broken and pitched.

Hot breath washed over your ear, Jin panting on your skin, low growls whimpering dirty praises that would’ve curled your toes if you weren’t getting distracted at the moment.

“Are you close, sweetheart? Are you going to come all over me, gush the way I like? I know you can. Come on,” His hand slipped down to the swollen nub of nerves, rubbing harshly.

Your body arced away from him, fragmenting with the power of the orgasm that washed over you. Jin still remained, a loud expletive escaping him at the way your walls tightened and squeezed, milking him inside of you. You dropped back to the floor, sated and dopey with Jin following, his warm weight comforting upon you.

Jin pushed hair out of your eyes, smiling when he saw the dazed beam on your face. “That was amazing.” You crooned. He kissed your lips, sealing the smiles together. “Yes, we are. Can you walk?” He quietly inquired.

You whined immediately, throwing arms around his neck. “No. Carry.”

Seokjin obeyed.

With some difficulty, Jin hefted you up into his arms, walking through the hall. “I think it’s fair that I get clingy and whiny in the mornings. You do the same after sex. Even Steven,” He teased you, receiving no answer. He glanced down to see you already asleep, head resting against his chest.

Sighing with a surge of endorphins and love for the nuzzling woman he carried to the bathroom, he thought of the surprise he had for you in his sock drawer.