#i want to lay down and cry forever

[halos-little-freak]

I literally cannot do this today, so tags🥰

[timoswerner]

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[lestatlioncunt]

vesper & fenix + what’s one way their personalities compliment one another? 👀💖

OUGHOUGH this question. i think that since fenix is...himself, a total extroverted, funny and chill man, his influence makes vesper's cold and strong facade melt. vesper feels like she needs to be focused all the time, everything needs to be under her control and she needs to be on guard, scared something might happen to her loved ones: this makes her a little...grumpy. but when these two are together fenix manages to make her relax, even make her crack jokes and laugh loudly. which is part of her personality, vesper CAN be funny and easy going but it's so hard to get into that headspace, but fenix works his magic and suddenly she's another person. also fenix thinks of her as the most reliable person he ever met and he desperately needs someone that he can trust undoubtedly (since he has a lot of backstabbing experiences), so when he has any kind of trouble she's the first to be called: vesper will complain about it but will ALWAYS help him out, whatever he asks. this makes fenix's heart beat a little faster but don't tell him i told you!!

ALSO i'm personally obsessed with how these two feel like the perfect partners in crime, like when they decide to get down to business and get something done, be it serious or just a stupid plan to make fun of daniel, then you can bet they will get the job done PERFECTLY. there's so much complicity, both of them are so down to whatever crazy plan the other comes up with, i just love to see them work together.

otp questions.

[femmeidiot]

Anyway I do not know what the fuck is wrong with me today.

[ur-new-stepmom]

I finished Chilling adventures of Sabrina 15 minutes ago and i’m still crying

i hate that ending with burning passion

[moncarnetdenote]

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[jaeminlore]

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[glassrunner]

> Mirror’s Edge Catalyst [18/∞] <

[ribbonbonny]

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[drella]

uhh neon purple nail polish..

[rosenfey]

group projects are the worst because I get paired with classmates that actually care about university, who actually have some neat and sensible ideas, and who actually want to work (!) in the field they study meanwhile I'm in a mental state where good performance at university is the least of my problems

[myarlert]

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 & 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 + 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

# .01 — armin arlert, levi ackerman, eren yeager, reiner braun x fem!dom!reader

# .02 — cw : smut : mommy kink, cum eating, oral [m & f receiving], bondage, orgasm control, a dick slap?, nipple play, thigh fucking, use of sex toys and a feather <3, overstimulation. lmk if i missed anything.

# .03 — im back babbyyy jk i didn’t go anywhere, im just here thinkin’ bout these guys as subs <3, not proofread + RBS APPRECIATED

minors do not interact

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

— 100% super whiny, would cry, begs a lot, face flushes, mommy kink

how his hips would be damn near spinning, his moans coming out as chokes. his eyes would be popping out of his head when he looks down to see your teary eyes looking up at him,

how your hand is covered in cum and massaging his balls, your tongue running up and down his drenched shaft, having just been inside you. whiny moans would tumble from his lips when he would speak, ‘m-mommy please! i’ve been so good, you said.. you said good boys get it! o-oh please! plea-’ cutting him off by sucking his tip into your warm, wet mouth as hard as you could. the loud, broken, whimpering moan that would come from the trembling man would shock you, never hearing him that loud. but that’s probably what did it, because you could feel his tip twitch on your tongue, filling your mouth with his warm seed, unloading so much you’d have to swallow twice. the poor man being milked dry after that, his cock fucking red and burning from overstimulation. but kiss his cheek, wipe his tears n run him a bath, he’ll love you absolutely forever.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

— gets all trembly, twitchy, eyes watery, blushy, wouldn’t be opposed to being tied up.

how absolutely stunning levi looked all tied up, his legs spread open, arms tied behind his back with that pretty red rope. his face would already be flushed, eyes watering and drool collecting at the corners of his lips. you would be laying between his spread legs, a faux feather in your hands that you’d been dragging along his shaft for the past fifteen minutes. each time you passed over his tip it would ooze just a little drop of pre, dribbling down his length. his whole body would tremble when you’d pull it away, quiet sobs falling from his lips. ‘i said don’t make a peep or you don’t get to cum.’ but he would have such a problem with this, because you were absolutely torturing him like this. his balls would be tight, cock bobbing every time you let your finger press against his slit, collecting the pre just to lick it off and see his reaction. his cockhead would be the prettiest shade of purple, so fucking close to exploding but never getting enough stimulation. ‘PLEASE- I-I CANT FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE,’ bucking his hips upwards you slap his dick, which had a reaction you definitely weren’t expecting. just that interaction somehow forced him over the edge, his abs clenching as he cums weakly having been denied even more. the noises he would produce would be so lewd, but you fucking loved them. oh and when he’s still hard and you slide your dripping pussy over his shaft, letting it catch on your entrance :( poor guy :(

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

— very bratty, whiny, loud, disobedient

this time you’d force him to be on top, but letting you still be in control. this was tricky because he often times would just pop outta character and fuck your brains out but this time.. he was really feelin it. ‘f-f-fuck you feel so good..’ he’d whine, wanting to move faster but you never allowed him, plus, he really enjoyed when you let him run his tip up through your wet lips, catching on your clit just to run back down, then back up again. ‘the tip?’ he would ask you breathlessly, but you’d shake your head no. ‘w-why? i’ve been too good.. please!’ he even would try to press it in anyways, which would result in you pinching his nipple a little hard, taking his attention away from it. whining again, he would return to rocking his hips against yours, looking down at the way his tip would poke out from between your plush, pretty thighs. ‘if you really wanna cum, you’ll sit there n fuck my thighs.’ you say, brushing his hair back behind his ears. to which he nods, holding your legs straight up against his chest, a foot on either side of his head. looking down again, he would let out the nastiest whine at the sight of his cockhead disappearing and reappearing with trace amount of pre with each stroke. quickening just thrusts, letting out a deep groan, he would watch your hand come down, palming his tip to urge him forward. ‘did so good for me baby, you wanna cum?’ you’d whisper, barely just above a whisper. he nods desperately and whines out a response. ‘cum for me pretty boy, i got you.’ and fuck he would.

𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

— the most whiny of them all, will call you mommy, adores eating you out when he’s submissive

how pretty he would look when you’re sitting on his face. he would have begged you obviously. he would try to hold onto your hips to bring you down closer, to completely suffocate himself in your cunt but you would slap away his hands. feet planted on the floor, he would be bucking his hips upwards, right into the fleshlight you were holding above his aching cock. whining against your clit, the vibrations would feel so good to you, n you know it would only be right to make him feel just as good, you flick on the vibrator you had around your fingers, pressing it to his balls as you let him go balls deep into the plastic pussy. he groans so fucking loud, his lips and tongue faltering against your messy cunt. he pulls away for a moment for breath, but you just grab his hair and pull him back, taking the vibrator off as a punishment. ‘don’t stop. if you stop, i take these away.’ he nods against you and sucks down tightly onto your clit, drawing a nasty noise from you. you can feel the way his hips buck wildly up into your hand, into the toy. you thrust the toy against him roughly, giving him a taste of how you’d be riding him right now, and he loses it. the way he would make the nastiest sounds, hands frantically grabbing at you, your hips, your tits, ass, anything as he cums into the toy, dripping out and down his shaft. you’d absolutely fuck him after that, slipping his softening cock into you easily, hearing how overstimulated he is but grows hard again so quick.

MYARLERT ©️2022

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[levmada]

Imagine taking Levi's virginity tho.... Him basically crying into your mouth as he cums from another person for the first time, not knowing what to do with himself !!!!!

holy fucking shit my biggest kink 👁

//no warnings besides smut. mdni/mdnf

taking levi's virginity is just... magical. he's so responsive to everything. the very knowledge that it's happening is enough to make his lower half heat, and before you know it, you’re straddling his lap while sat up in his bed, doing nothing but exchanging light, pillowy kisses, and he's half-hard.

his hands shake the slightest bit and he has no idea what do with them. they're braced on the bed by his sides and he needs you to set them around your waist.

it's only when you're dragging your lips down his sensitive neck, making him twitch up towards you and gasp already, that he clutches for you any place he can reach that will even remotely ground him. it's so overwhelming for him to be kissed in a special place not only where he's never been kissed, but to be kissed with so much softness and care.

there comes a point when his shirt is wide open and you're leaving a wet trail behind from loving on his chest. you go so achingly slowly. but it is imperative u take it slow when it's levi's first time. being vulnerable for him?? unimaginable. letting himself actually unwind and feel good?? never. by you? jesus.

groping virgin!levi's big chest and flicking his pink nipples till theyre all peaked and he's gasping at the littlest touch. you scrub his hard peaks with your tongue and he's fucking melting.

then he gropes for u to hold onto. he's so rough about it too bc there is no way for him to act blithe and annoyed about this situation, not while being totally blindsided by the pleasure. he had no idea it would feel so good. so, he's compensating by fisting ur shirt and kissing u hard. rough is all he knows.

i think his first time is also the only time he'll let himself lay underneath and let himself be taken care of, mostly bc he's too stunned to do anything else. he's already hot and overwhelmed by the time your hand is moving between his legs, brushing down that big bulge in his pants with just a few fingertips to get him used to someone else touching him.

and he needs it. it's one of those rare times when levi is left openly vulnerable and unsure. he fights for his life to not let any noises escape, and in the same way, his legs will keep twitching closed at first because he's embarrassed by being so exposed; if u don't get undressed also, virgin!levi will grow anxious from the weird power balance.

he doesn't say much besides respond to you either. levi is far from a chatty person in general, and he's so shy the first time :( with his rough hands he caresses your shoulders, down your sides, your back and holds your jaw when he kisses you. when you have sex with levi in general, he's very touchy.

virgin!levi wants to face you at all times, but he's also flopping his cheek on the pillow and sluggishly tossing it back and forth because it's too intense to look u in the eye while you're playing with his cock and making him feel so good. he could swallow them down at first, but he's too sensitive, and virgin!levi has never been kissed on his thighs before. he's so sensitive in fact that his hips will always be pushing up into your mouth or hand, and he's always concealing little whines, always scraping at the bedsheets, your hair, your hips - always needing something to hold onto.

levi just cant stay quiet forever. when your hand is roaming through the dark wiry hair between his legs, his blushing cock hard and being stroked by your hand in a loose grip, his chest lifts and a ghostly little ah sound escapes him.

before you even pull him out of his pants, there will be a wet spot marking the front of his briefs lol. his cock is so messy from the start, with fat globs of his cum dribbling from the tip. his balls get so full and achy so quickly :( very soon he's broken out into a sweat and his tummy muscles twitch under ur hand.

let's be real, levi doesn't like to get off by himself very often unless it's way too distracting to deal with. and virgin!levi?? his back will start arching relatively quickly, and unless you hold his big strong thighs apart, they'll be closing around your head or ur hand... and if ur amab and you’re gently rocking inside him, levi's heels will literally lock behind your back. his hips will be rocking up, chasing anything and everything you're giving him.

and when he's right on the edge?? u r so right anon, all his soft low sounds grow cut and high in his throat and he'll cry out loud in your arms when he finally cums.

virgin!levi goes totally fucking stupid when he cums, and he cums so fucking hard. all the sounds and smells and sensations makes liquid heat burn in his blood and his cock jump in your hand. the waves of his climax feel like theyre literally crashing over him.

baby cums so much, too. u can bet it's been a long while since virgin!levi got off, so he's just riding it out forever, shaking and whining and twitching. hot cum shoots up to his pecs and all over his belly.

his fingers will get shaky and his head is all floaty and warm. it's unlike any afterglow virgin!levi has ever had bc he's never rly had a reason to bask in it.

levi's stamina in general is crazy, but it would be insanely easy for him to get hard again after he's not so over-stimulated. he's probably still half-hard after he's just caught his breath tbh.

virgin!levi playing with your pussy for the first time ... fucking adoring the hot heavy sweet way your cum tastes and getting way too ahead of himself by making out with your soft cunt. lapping at your twitching entrance like he's dying of thirst and obediently letting you guide his head. stroking his heavy tongue through your slit with both lips held open for his mouth :( he fucking loves to be choked by your thighs.

hahaha is it obvious i love this concept?

as a p.s... i also think virgin!levi's preconceived notions of what getting intimate means are so confused with what he witnessed as a kid in the brothel. he didn't think it could be this soft and move this slow. he thought bruises and aches were a given, and if you actually wanted him inside, he would've pulled back, aghast with you.

he'd be like, "But, I don't want to hurt you."

he assumes that it's always supposed to hurt for you at least at some point, no matter how careful he is. the fact that - if it's done right - it won't hurt at all totally blindsides him.

When you're like ???? "What do you mean?" Levi will flat-out get a little annoyed and ask "Don't you know how it works?"

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[unfinshedsentec]

CAN’T SLEEP? || YURI BRIAR

a/n: yes yes, I randomly went on a random spur of writing for Yuri but I’m simping for him

Don’t worry though, your regularly scheduled Tokyo rev stuff will be back in a couple of days (unless you want more?)

character pairing: yuri briar x reader

tw: stress, restless sleep (I’ve been struggling with the sleep thing too😭)

For almost a week now you haven’t been getting any sleep.

After having so much stress from work and normal everyday life, you became so restless that no matter what you tried, you couldn’t sleep. Your body was exhausted, but when you lied down in bed, you found yourself staring at the ceiling until dawn.

You wanted nothing more than to just get some rest, but it just wasn’t happening.

It was truly hell. And it didn’t help that your boyfriend, Yuri, was out of town.

Usually, when you did have the rare sleepless night, Yuri’s peaceful snores and body warmth would eventually lull you to sleep. But he hasn’t been here to do that, and honestly, that makes you really sad.

Thankfully, Yuri was finally coming home today, and you couldn’t be more excited.

“Y/NNNNNNN!!!!!” Yuri yelled while running towards you as fast as he possibly could. He was holding a huge bundle of flowers and a bag full of gifts from his trip.

Quickly, you were emersed in a huge hug, where you fully inhaled the scent from your boyfriend, who you missed so much. You could already feel yourself relaxing into his touch, and your mind finally started slowing down for the first time in a week.

“It’s nice to see you again love”, you smiled.

Yuri clung onto to for the rest of the night. He refused to leave your side, but you missed him a lot, so you had no problem with that. And who knows, with him here, maybe you could finally get some shut eye.

Or so you thought.

When you went to lay down, all cuddled up next to the snoring Yuri, you found yourself still lying awake staring at the wall. You wanted so desperately to finally sleep, but it STILL wasn’t happening. You could already feel the need to cry from frustration.

Finally, around 4 a.m, you just gave up and decided to get up.

You found yourself staring out the window of your shared apartment, watching the rain slowly trickle down. The sound of the light wind and small raindrops comforted you a lot, but still not enough to sleep. So, you just watched as the rain ran down the windows, and in your mind, you saw the rain drops having a race.

You ended up becoming so focused on the rain that you didn’t hear Yuri come up from behind you.

“Love, what are you doing? It’s 4:30 in the morning” Yuri drowsily mumbled, coming up behind you. Slowly he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your shoulder.

“I just…can’t sleep”

Immediately Yuri jerked up and turned to faced you.

“What?! Do you want some milk? Do you need me to go out and get some meds? Do you want me to stay up with you-“

“It’s okay Yuri, I promise you. Now, just go back to sleep” you replied, running your fingers through your hair. However, Yuri didn’t leave. Instead, he led you onto the couch, turned on a movie, and pulled you into his chest.

“You don’t have to sleep or anything, just relax” he whispered, running his fingers through your hair.

Although you didn’t really understand the point of this, you found just lying on the couch with Yuri comforting. Having his arms around you and hearing his beating heart comforted you in a way that couldn’t be put in words. His snores that only come out moments later, and his unique scent just gave you the comfort you needed. And the sound of the rain and movie in the background only topped it all off.

Soon enough you found your eyelids growing heavy. And, with your boyfriend cuddled up with you and the movie playing in the background you fell into a peaceful sleep, for the first time in what seemed like forever~

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[frozenfries]

|ω・`)ﾉ Greetings

I shall now submit my request and so here it is

Since s/o is a chirpy, friendly and warm person. What if all of the sudden, they feel blue and under the weather. Literally just shut down all together, then spend most days in now messy room. They didn't come out to eat or training, barely get some rest, the room is locked shut. Just have no motivation nor the energy to do anything. So when one of the agents tried to check on them, they were hiding under the table, just crying.

As for character hmmmmmmmm cypher, chamber and omen pls.

My apologies if this is alot and sort of heavy. Because it's something that i really relate to

But anyways, thank you so much for letting me submit the request

|･`) Goodbye ~

Salutations (•◡•) / This is a heart wrenching request and I’ve been looking forward to writing this one for awhile now. You have nothing to apologize for, and I’m more than honoured to undertake an idea that speaks to you. I hope you like it! Sending this along with a hug~

Feel Again (Cypher, Chamber and Omen)

Prompt: Cypher, Chamber and Omen support you during a bout of bad days.

Word Count: 1,969

Cypher:

• Cypher’s well acquainted with misery. Sometimes he wonders if people would like what they saw underneath his mask - the years of pain and silent suffering etched deep in his features.

• It goes against what he’s known for, but he does try his very best not to invade your privacy. Yet the itch to check the emergency spy camera he installed in your room grows each day he doesn’t hear or see you.

• He knows how much you enjoy his cooking, so every day he leaves some food outside your room: bread with homemade jam and tea for breakfast, herbed couscous for lunch and chicken tagine for dinner.

• When he would bring you the next meal, he’d feel a tiny puncture in his soul when he saw that the previous plate remained untouched.

• He’d knock gently at your door and lean his head against it as he spoke to you about his day and reminded you that he was thinking of you.

• “Please... just give me a hint that you are listening.”

• He sleeps outside your door every night you lock yourself away, just to be close to you.

• A man only has so much patience, and his concerns for your health and well-being were becoming increasingly hard to push aside.

• Activating the spycam in a moment of weakness, his heart goes out to you when he finally lays eyes on you.

You didn’t know when you’d fallen asleep again, what hour it was or even the day of the week. But for the first time in what felt like forever, the growl of your stomach woke you up. A clink akin to marbles rolling about sounded and you rubbed your eyes blearily. Realizing you weren’t alone, you jolted upwards with a start, yelping as you banged your head sharply on the underside of the table.

A wince, followed by a familiar voice. “Ooh be careful now. I can’t have you losing your memory of me when we’ve just been reunited.” Glowing blue goggles peered down at you.

Cypher?

“What are you doing here? Are you alone? Please don’t tell the others, I don’t want them to know,” you mumbled, panic rising in your chest as you pushed yourself more carefully into a seated position. How he even got in here was beyond you - and you didn’t bother asking that one, because you knew what his response would be: I have my ways.

He chuckled. “Only I could see you hide. Don't worry.” He gestured to his chess board, where he sat cross-legged on the floor across from you playing against his most formidable opponent: himself. He plucked a bowl from a tray beside him along with a spoon, and slid it toward you.

“Harira,” he said by way of explanation. “A classic comfort soup from home, made with tomatoes, lentils, chickpeas, fresh herbs, dried spices, and meat.” You stirred it slowly, steam still billowing out the top. You couldn’t remember the last time you had food. “Eat,” he coaxed gently. “You must certainly be hungry.” You obliged, surprising yourself with how fast you finished. Nodding in satisfaction, the information broker replaced the now empty bowl with a plate of chicken kebabs and rice.

Abandoning his chess game, he scooted closer to you as you ate, handing you a cup of rather expensive Moroccan mint tea to close out your meal. It irked him to see the other agents fighting over something that wasn’t even theirs to begin with, but as soon as he’d mentioned bringing some for you, they immediately backed off.

“See what you’ve been missing?” He asked as you leaned into him and took a sip, his heart feeling lighter than it had in days. “If you are going to stay in here, at least let me stay with you.” He spoke with what you swore was an underlying desperation to his words, a quiet longing to be with you, though he tried not to show it. You nodded, relenting and causing him to smile under his mask.

“No one should have to spend their bad days alone.”

Chamber:

• The agent considered to be among the most disingenuous knows what it’s like to experience melancholy.

• Your unconditional kindness toward him went a long way in the Protocol. It was something he didn’t come across often and something he experienced even less.

• In your time spent together, you often hung out in each other’s rooms when you both wanted some peace and quiet to get your minds off work.

• Reading, listening to music, drawing, doing crossword puzzles to name a few: whatever it was, you both enjoyed being in the same space, even if you were doing different things.

• Because of this, one of his Rendezvous anchors had a permanent place in your room. He’d pop in whenever he had a random thought, to walk you to breakfast in the mornings or simply to wish you a good night before you tucked in - though not without asking first. He is a gentleman, after all.

• As someone who enjoys conversation, he likes hearing your perspective on things, but it’s also with you where he learns the value of comfortable silence.

• Although this silence from you as of late is different. It makes him uneasy, especially when none of the other agents have heard from you.

• Chamber’s a man who knows that good things come to those who wait. But after a few days with no response, his tolerance is thinner than a piece of thread. What if something happened to you?

• He tries to convince himself that chivalry is (temporarily) dead and teleports into your room to check on you.

The sound of shuffling feet roused you from your dreamless slumber. At ground level, you saw a familiar pair of sleek black and white shoes turning this way and that, moving freely about your space as if they knew it by heart. Blinking, you poked your head out from under the table.

“Chamber? What are you-“ You paused as you took in the state of your room, eyes widening. It was completely spotless: all previous clutter was removed, items put away in cubby spaces, clean clothes folded neatly in your drawer space, your bed freshly made. There were no lights on except for a brilliant string of twinkle bulbs strung around the perimeter of your room.

The man stood in the middle of the place, cleaning the last of it with a mop. His eyes lit up as he took you in. “You’re awake. And you have wonderful timing!” He exclaimed. “Forgive me for the unsolicited cleaning, I suppose old martial habits have not yet left me.” Chuckling, he dusted off his hands before making his way over, surprising you by settling down next to you on the floor. He lay flat on his back, an arm propped up under his head as a makeshift support.

“At least let me get you a pillow-” You started to get up, but he immediately held out his arm to stop you.

“You think I cannot handle the ground?” He raised a brow, sounding amused, but you’d seen him regularly bring a seat cushion for himself when travelling on the VTOL for missions.

“Your clothes will get dirty,” you tried appealing to his vanity.

“I just cleaned. Besides, I can have another set in my armoire by tomorrow morning.” He waved away your concerns as your eye twitched.

Damn rich people.

You backed down, confused. Why was he here?

“I would ask what has you feeling down but that is so personal, non? There is also the chance that you may not have an answer to that question.” You averted your gaze as the marksman watched you carefully, having hit the nail right on the head.

“I have been where you are,” he admitted. Shifting onto his side, he reached out and interlaced his fingers with yours. You played with them as he continued. “When I served in the military, there were days when I would not feel like myself and not know why. That being said,” he squeezed your hand gently, “I never want you to experience that alone.”

He winked, his next sentence making you smile a little.

“I’m afraid you’re stuck with me until you feel better.”

Omen:

• No one understands the blues quite like Omen.

• Joining the Protocol and having support from Sabine were the only things that kept him going at one point after his human life was ripped from him.

• That is, until you came along. For the first time since his accident, you made him feel like he was actually living, as opposed to merely existing.

• With your contagious smile and happy-go-lucky attitude every time you two interacted, waking up and making something of his life didn’t seem like an obligation. Rather, it became something he willingly wanted to do.

• Omen’s usually very aware about giving you your personal space and respecting your boundaries, because he appreciates when others do the same for him.

• However, this comes with certain exceptions.

• When you’re unresponsive to visits to your room, he slips little notes under the locked door to let you know he’s there for you.

• Though when he finds out that you haven’t eaten or drank anything for days, it kills him a little to do so but he teleports into your room because it’s absolutely imperative that he knows you’re safe.

• If you give him flack for overstepping, he’ll apologize but he won’t regret his actions because they meant knowing you’re okay.

Click. Click. Click.

You groaned, rolling over with great effort at the source of the light noise. You’d cried yourself to sleep at some point and your eyes felt like two pieces of sandpaper.

For the first time in a while, your body didn’t feel cold all over like it usually did when you slept. That’s when you noticed a sizeable, purple-grey wool blanket draped over your form. It was so cozy that you instinctively snuggled deeper into it, before you heard a gravelly hum.

“You like it.”

“Omen…” Allowing your eyes to slowly travel upward, you were met with the outline of the wraith sitting adjacent to you on the floor, leaning back against a leg of the table. His legs were stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankle.

He paused, examining you for a moment, before his hands continued deftly knitting stitch after stitch. “You’re sad,” he remarked, though not unkindly.

You opened your mouth to reply and that’s when you noticed a slew of little knitted goodies surrounding you, seemingly having accumulated as you slept. Killjoy’s frog. Raze’s Boom Bot. A bowl of Yoru’s Zarusoba noodles. Viper’s snake. Skye’s Tasmanian tiger… Currently, he was working on a miniature version of Fade’s nightmare orb.

“They miss you,” the shadow spoke in reference to the other agents and seemed to read your mind as he saw you staring at them in disbelief. “As do I,” he mumbled a little quieter.

You sighed deeply, zoning out for a moment as his rhythm had you transfixed. There was something so relaxing about watching him knit. Keeping the blanket around you, you carefully rested your head in his lap. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He reached out a hand, his long fingers gently grazing your hair in soothing motions before coming up to cup your cheek. His touch was cool and airy, making you feel light in the moment. You closed your eyes, the feelings of loneliness tapering off, sentiments of safety taking its place.

“I’m here… for as long as it takes.”

[holdinbacksecrets]

Oh in conjunction to the last ask by an anon can I request something like svt taking care of drunk s/o?

Looking forward to more of your works 🥰

thank you for saying that and requesting! cheol’s is suggestive 18+

seungcheol: is shocked to receive a call from your friend that the evening’s designated driver is trashed. probably laughs to himself as he grabs his keys and drives to the bar. takes a minute to coax you into his car because you’re having a hard time believing he’s your boyfriend. “are you sure? you’re incredibly attractive, and i’m not saying that because i don’t think i’m hot or something. i am. i’m so hot, but shit. have you seen me naked a lot? can i see you naked? maybe that would jog my wine mind.”

jeonghan: opens the front door of your apartment to be met by you and your exhausted looking friend. “she’s a bit…sad” but he knew what to expect. you’re consistently sad after drinking, and he offers soft coos as you waddle to the living room, asking him to lay down before covering his body with your own. “do you feel better, sweetheart?” “mhmm” 

joshua: tries not to laugh at your permanent frown and flushed cheeks. your hands are fisted, constantly rubbing your eyes, clearly exhausted but far from ready to end the night. you finally let him take you home when you fall asleep on the table after screaming along to cher with all the energy you could muster

jun: sends texts throughout the night to make sure you’re alright. reminds you he can come at any point if that’s what you want. ‘i’m pine. wit mah girlz’ but he sits in the parking lot reading and drives you home, gets you ready for bed, stays the night, and makes your breakfast in the morning 

wonwoo: sits with you on the curb outside of the bar for 3 hours while you watch the moon

soonyoung: in the morning, you wake up to a hundred messages in the group chat, realizing someone dressed you up as a tiger because it was the only way he’d ever get you in that damn halloween costume. “please don’t be mad at me. you looked adorable! orange is your color” “…i’m going to the cafe around the corner to get something highly caffeinated. that costume better be gone by the time i’m back” 

jihoon: *laughter* but he carries you home (it’s only up the street, though. no biggie) 

seokmin: fully engaged in your senseless stories that sound a lot like your weirdest dreams. gets you ready for bed and giggles every time you start sucking any part of him your lips capture

mingyu: “babe, please let me put your socks back on. your feet are freezing.” instead, you cover your hands and cry when you can’t find your thumbs 

minghao: the poor guy thought it would be a good idea to take you to the convenience store for a hangover cure, but you’re embarrassing him. “ok, now everyone knows that i’m from seventeen. there are some plushies by the door. should you tell them too?” but he kisses your forehead as soon as your expression falls. “…i love you” “and he loves me! did you all hear?!” “i’m so sorry. this moment will plague me for life” 

seungkwan: he’s never seen you drink anything besides a single glass of red wine, but tonight you got your hands on whiskey and a 2000s playlist so… lol. finally convinces you it’s time to head home after mumbling your way through genie in a bottle. rolls down the window as soon as you’re in the car because he’s afraid you’ll vomit, and then he’ll vomit, but you don’t mind because the cool breeze feels like heaven on your hot skin. “dogs are so smart, boo. they’ve got life figured out. i could stay like this forever” 

hansol: looks so endearing helping you down the hallway to your front door, with your purse around his neck, and your right shoe held tightly in his grip. “honey, let’s not knock on everyone’s door, ok? it’s nearly 3am” 

chan: he keeps a little pouch in his glove compartment with all the necessities for “drunk you”. drunk you pouch includes the following: starbursts(only the yellow and pink ones), a picture of your cat wearing a hat, dried lavender, and the keys to your parents garden store because sometimes you like to stop by and play a song or two on their jukebox