#it's definitely manageable and it'll be over soon enough

[iamfuckingsorry]

God, I am *so* tired

But it's time to write the entire last section of my thesis overnight because I promised I would, and I was supposed to work on it this weekend but I did fuck all instead :))))

[ghouljams]

Okay… I hope this isn’t weird but I really do love cannibal kinks and the symbolism of giving oneself to the other for them to live but also… I like it when they’re deranged as hell.

I remember you talking about Ghost and how he’d definitely survive the apocalypse by going to cannibalism when food runs out and you’re so, so right.

I want to say he doesn't even wait for food to run out but that would be a lie, the man is utilitarian to his core. He stockpiles dry food, canned goods, he butchers the cow and deer he buys from farmers outside the city, stores them in his deep freeze (the one with its own generator). He has meat for months, rations for years, and yet as soon as shit hits the fan his shitty apartment in the city doesn't cut it the way he thought it would. There are too many people, too much noise, too much chaos. Not the sort he relishes in, the kind that crashes into buildings like a wave, attempting to shake their foundations like the horns of Jericho. It's a chaos he knows, the kind that always follows political upheaval, the kind that makes leaving the city feel less risky than sticking around.

So he packs what he can into his car, and to be fair he can pack quite a bit in there, and he gets the fuck out of the city. Takes the back roads, avoids highways and the city center. He pats himself on the back for getting something suited to rough terrain, remembers Soap complaining that he was bringing the military home with him. He finds a cabin out in the middle of the woods, remembers seeing a listing for it on some bnb website while the internet was still up, and hopes no one else had the same idea.

He avoids opening the freezer he managed to stuff in the back seat, digs a cup into a sack of beans, eats them just barely cooked while he checks the ropes on the generator strapped to the top of his car. He chews on jerky while he drives, tries to remember the farms in the area, reasons over whether or not he could nab a cow even just for the milk. Considers setting rabbit traps, nearly grabs a duck from a pond he drives past for the eggs, thinks better of it when he has the poor creature by the neck and isn't sure where he's supposed to put it in his crammed car.

All this to say he's fucking exhausted by the time he reaches the dark little cabin. Somehow all that sleep deprived insanity reaches a peak spotting your little sedan sitting between the trees, the flutter of someone peeking through the curtains... he hardly waits to unload his own vehicle before breaking the door down to see what a suddenly merciful God has granted him. Toys, he thinks to himself as you spit and kick and scream for someone to help, knew I forgot something.

The skin around his eye is starting to darken by the time he gets dinner on the table. Most of the fight went out of you at the promise of food, and you'd even been kind enough to help him get the freezer inside once he'd gotten the generator running. He'd have to get some of the trees around the place limbed up so the solar can keep it running, but he'll worry about that tomorrow.

"What's this," You sniff at the meat sitting nicely charred on your plate.

"Don't remember 'is name." Ghost smiles, the scars around his lips tugging the skin twisted. You grimace and push the plate away, your lip starting to wobble for a second time. "Eat," He tell you, "or it'll be you next."

You give him a long searching look, likely trying to see if he's serious. You must not like what you find, because you drag the plate close and start to pick at the meat. You do your best to hide the gag that nearly slips past your lips, choking down distinctly inhuman meat. Oh well, Ghost thinks, be easier to get you to eat it later.

[allllium]

Perfect for Me

~ Matt Murdock x insecure!reader

~ omg two posts in two days 😮 this is not edited at all so ignore my mistakes

~ Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, WC: 1,679

- Matt comforts insecure reader -

Dating a blind guy is very different from any other relationship you've had for very obvious reasons. Not only is it an adjustment going out with and even living with someone that can't see, but Matt is different. He has senses that other blind people don't which makes things even harder. You love Matt but that doesn't mean it's not an adjustment.

Obviously he can't see you but he knows everything about you. He knows the basics of how you look but not the details. Sometimes that's hard. Only because you fear he has some other idea of you in his head. Like the real you can't match up to the look of you he has in his head.

It's silly, you know, but it's not like you can just get rid of the thoughts in your head. Matt can tell something's wrong, a bonus of his super senses. So far though, he hasn't asked about it. He's learned over time to give you a little bit of time to process your issue before he tries to get involved.

It's not his fault, simply your insecurities getting the best of you. It'll be fine you tell yourself, wondering around the apartment you now share with Matt. Maybe that's where it's coming from. You guys have always spent a lot of time together but now your space is his, and when you want space to yourself, you don't have a separate apartment to hide in. You certainly don't want that but what if he does?

You turn on some music to fill your rattled brain. Nothing loud but enough to distract your thoughts. You soon turn from wondering to cleaning. It's become a daily habit since Matt rarely has time. You have no problem doing it because you know it makes Matt feel slightly better. Not as much dust and grime for his senses to focus on.

You're very ingrained in your scrubbing of the counter when you hear the door shut.

"Hey, Matty." You call out to greet him, not taking your attention off the counter for a second.

"Hi." His faces lights up as he sees you. "How was your day?" He asks, planting a soft kiss on your temple.

"Not nearly as eventful as yours I imagine." You smile, turning around to meet his beaming face. He has already taken off his suit jacket while walking towards you and has began loosening his tie. Giving him that slightly casual look that you know and love.

"I actually think that's true today, though the most amusing part of it was hearing Foggy fall out of his chair not once but twice within a twenty minute period." You listen intently to his words as you finish wiping off the counter. His words get quieter as he slowly makes his way to the bedroom for more comfortable clothes.

You know Matt feels a great pressure to keep the city safe by going out every night, but your favorite night of the week is the one where you've both agreed he stays in. One of the few requests you had when moving in.

"How the hell did he manage that?" You chortle, imagining it in your head. You can hear Matt's laugh from the other room.

"I have no clue, you'd think he'd learn after the first time." He comes back into the living space wearing black sweatpants and a plain t-shirt. After you got together, you had to take Matt shopping for new, plain, clothes considering most of the ones he owned had something stupid and possibly embarrassing on them due to Foggy, bright colors and big slogans. "I heard him whine about it for the rest of the day."

"At least your days aren't boring like the other lawyers."

"That's definitely a plus of partnering with him."

This is the best part of your day. Talking to him about your days and gossiping about the people you know, plus all the people Matt hears about during the day. The only problem seems to be the words that won't leave your head.

"How do you feel about spaghetti for dinner?" You ask him as he grabs a water out of the fridge. Usually, he'd grab a beer but out of fear for his liver you haven't bought any in a week.

"Sounds perfect. How can I help?"

"I can do it, you worked all day."

"Worked is a loose term." He laughs to himself. You and he both know a lot of their work consists of finding new cases.

"You can boil the pasta if you want to be helpful."

"Oh that's easy. It's almost as if you don't believe in my culinary skills."

You turn and give him a stare that makes him smirk. "Matthew, I know what you lived on before I moved in."

"Okay water it is." He gives you get another kiss before searching for a suitable pot.

You hum along to the soft background music as you and Matt work on your tasks. Once he's done with his, he stands right beside you in silence.

"So." He starts.

"So?" You repeat.

"I didn't want to bring this up but I think it's important-"

"That sounds scary."

"For me, yes. I talked to Karen today."

Oh fuck. To say Karen knows your deepest darkest secrets would be an understatement. For Matt to start a conversation like this about her, she told him something. Something you're know wracking your brain to figure out.

It's not that you think Karen would sell you out. But Matt is very charming and sometimes you find yourself telling him things without even realizing.

"I would hope so." You try to play it off like you're not immensely worried about his coming words. "She is your secretary."

"I don't think she'd appreciate that title." He laughs nervously. You know he's nervous because his glasses are still on. He's trying to make sure you can't read him at the moment.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want it to seem like I was invading your privacy."

"Matt, you always do that. You hear literally everything I do."

"Yes but this feels different."

"You wouldn't have started this conversation if you didn't have something to say so please get on with it."

"I heard you talking to Karen the other day when she was over. And I tried not to read too much into it but then I talked to her today and I'm officially reading into it."

"Karen and I have talked about a lot of things, that doesn't really help me understand."

You try to seem nonchalant by stirring the pasta sauce.

"I heard you telling her how you don't think you live up the version of you I have in my head." He whispers the words as if that'll make it easier. Of course. Out of everything he could've heard, it was the one thing you really, really don't want to talk about. You know Matt isn't going to let this go until you answer all his questions.

"That was over a week ago." You whisper over the sauce.

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. But I only heard a part of what you said and I couldn't handle not knowing the rest."

A heavy sigh escapes you. It's not his fault. You are still adjusting to how much he can hear from so far so you didn't even think about that when he came home that day. You also can't fault him for wanting to know more, if the roles were reversed you would've gone to Foggy to know more almost immediately.

"You obviously weren't supposed to hear that." You turn off the stove top and look at him. "I don't suppose we can keep acting like you know nothing about that?" Your words come out with a hopeful tone.

"No we can't. Sweetheart, how can you feel like that? Have I made you doubt yourself like this?" He pulls you away from the kitchen and pushes you to sit next to him on the couch.

"You have done nothing Matt. You're perfect. I just can't get it out of my mind that every time you're complimenting me, it's not actually me. It's the more beautiful version of me you have in your head." He already knows enough, might as well tell him the rest.

"I know what you look like. Maybe I can't see every detail but I know enough to know every compliment I've ever given you, has been for you. I can't see everything on your face but I can sort of see the shape of you."

You're just now realizing you've never actually asked Matt what he can see. Knowing he was blind you always figured he couldn't see anything.

"What do you see?" You ask now.

"It's difficult to explain. I see certain figures but not all the time. It's kinda like flames that prevent me from seeing things but they don't always stay in the same spot."

"So how are you so confident I'm the same that you think I am?" He moves closer to hold your hand and lean more against you.

"Because I've had everyone describe you. Foggy, Karen, even Frank at one point. And I've felt your face a lot, enough to understand the shape of everything. Your eyes, lips, nose. Everything that makes you, you."

"Feeling is different than seeing."

"For other people yes. For me, this is the only way I know a lot of things. It's the way I've learned to know things so I'm better at it. I don't need to see every detail when everything I've felt is beyond perfect."

You feel tears appear in your waterline. Leave it to Matt to know the perfect thing to say. Always.

"When I say you're perfect for me, I mean it. More than anything."

He wipes the tears off your face the second they begin to fall.

"You're perfect for me too, Matty."

"Good." He states. "You're gonna be with for the rest of forever."

"That's a nice plan."

[elsewhereuniversity]

Jw, but it's been a minute. Are y'all okay? Any updates?

Thanks for checking in, that's really sweet of you. Sorry for the radio silence. To be honest I am Not Doing Great. I'm getting through it and things should get easier in a few weeks, but it's been a rough winter.

About the boat/accident/insurance, no word since last October. Still no idea if we can expect any compensation for the months of lost income from the accident. Depending on the day I get either very sad or very angry about it still. The paperwork is mostly sorted out now, but that's been a nightmare at times too. And I've found I'm now really anxious about something happening to my partner/going wrong on the boat when I'm not there to help. I was parking the car when the accident happened and my partner was on board trapped below deck by the falling mast. I ran the whole way to the docks and I don't remember most of it. ig the whole thing's had more of an impact on me than I'd realized, and managing that's been a challenge.

My partner and I also got hit with about 10k total of unexpected and necessary expenses (dental surgery and vehicle repairs being the big things). I had to get a winter job to cover us, leaving my partner to repair the boat alone. So I've been working 80-90hrs a week while he's doing what's rightfully a job for two people, and every week there's been a new crisis that's a thousand dollars plus to fix. We've scraped through, and we'll be alright, but it's been exhausting.

Because of that, repairs are taking longer than we'd hoped. They're still ongoing, and at this point all the spruce for the new mast is planed smooth to the right width, but it's on hold for the moment because the table saw isn't working right. The owner of the workshop has told us not to use it at all till he can look at it himself. Once that's fixed we can start cutting rabbets - the grooves that let the planks fit together. But it's definitely not getting finished before summer.

It'll get easier soon. I do genuinely like my winter job, and once it wraps up, I can help my partner in the shipyard. I'm mostly recovered from dental surgery at this point. A friend offered us his boat so our little tour company can sail this summer like normal, and that'll be enough to pay the bills and fund the next year of repairs. The owner of the workshop says we can keep our 50ft table set up all summer so we can keep working on the mast when we have rain days. If we can just make it to June then we'll be in the water with all major yearly expenses covered and a regular source of income again, and from there life should get easier.

That's where we're at right now - no big news, just getting through. We're shifting gears soon to focus on getting the new boat ready for the season, and we're hoping that over the summer we'll complete the new mast and begin to address to damage to Nautilus' deck and hull, starting by pulling up her teak planking to get at the fiberglass below. She's stored outside so that's a warm weather project anyway.

Thanks again for asking, it means a lot. Sorry I've been so quiet here. My partner's taken some lovely videos of the planing and other workshop things. I've been too tired/busy to sort through and post them, but I'll get there eventually. I miss elsewhere a lot; one of my only non-work things is picking away at that little elsewhere u text game I'm still trying to write. Nowhere near fit for human consumption yet, but I miss it here! When things are finally better I'm looking forward to coming back.

[shiki-jin]

sweet embrace

hawks x reader (angst -> comfort)

was feeling like shit so i wrote this rq,, also probably definitely not how you're supposed to take care of wounds but i wrote this in one sitting so o7

CWS: self harm, almost dying (but it's implied your quirk saves you), a lot of blood

when you're on your own, blood dripping down your arms, keigo gives you a call.

the phone rings beside you.

you barely have the energy to look over — keigo is calling you.

‘i should probably pick up.’

you reach out your arm, slowly, shakily, and press the little green ‘accept’ button.

“mind if i pay a visit?”

he speaks with a certain charm that makes the blood rise to your cheeks.

“go ahead.”

your voice is tired, he notes. makes sense, considering it's past midnight.

in the silence, he hears dripping.

“... you leave your sink on, birdie?”

you look at your arms, nodding like he can see you. “oh, i think so. i'll turn it off soon. 'm tired right now.”

“gotcha. i should be there in five to cuddle all that fatigue away.”

“..oh. can you, um, take a bit longer, maybe?”

“hm? why's that? you don't have to get anything ready or clean for me, ya know. just wait for me in bed, okay?”

you think for a second. “no, i still…” your vision blurs. you feel the cold of the tiled floor against your face. “ow.”

keigo's voice grows more concerned by the second. “you okay, sweetheart?”

you push yourself off the floor, your hands and arms weak and trembling. “i’ll be fine. just, like, go get takeout or something.”

he stays quiet, long enough to hear you messing with something… metal? no, it sounds like paper now. he keeps listening.

“ugh, this is annoying…” he hears you mumble, ripping something akin to —

fuck.

“i’ll be there soon, just— agh, hey, keep talking to me, okay?”

you tilt your head, but nod not a second later. “sure. uh, i'd prefer you get something small since i'm not super hungry, but i don't mind eating… ugh, um, eating the leftovers t-tomorrow.”

your vision keeps going in and out, and right when you're going to stand up to wash your hands, you slip. you could've probably heard the flapping of keigo's wings quickening if you weren't so preoccupied.

it feels like your entire body is shaking now. you don't care that much. “okay, gimme like, s-some 10 extra minutes… it'll probably be,” you feel lightheaded. “it’ll be clean, by then. i think.”

he doesn't respond. you hear the front door click open, and you can't help but sigh. he's probably going to yell at you, or something. god, you couldn't even stick to one easy agreement. isn't that pathetic?

you try to push yourself off of the floor, but all the liquid you've been letting run down your wrists is making it difficult. you manage to sit on your knees, awaiting the scolding you'd get for being so stupid.

the moment the bathroom doors open, you close your eyes.

“shit, that's bad—”

his hands are taking yours before you can object, and he's using the same bandages you got out of the first-aid kit to wrap up your wrists. the material dyes red quickly, but at least it's somewhat stopped the bleeding. you can hear keigo cursing under his breath, and you feel a bit guilty.

“mmh, 's not that bad, look,” you lift up the unbandaged wrist and show it to him. “they're half-healed, already. i wasn't... wasn't trying to die.”

“don't— you're on the verge of passing out, that's pretty bad in my book!”

he takes the chance to wrap up that arm, too, and you're honestly surprised he hasn't started his lecture. you open your eyes ever so slightly, and you realize his chest is right in front of you. you lay down on it, your head on his shoulder, and relax.

“but i know. i know you weren't trying to die, i know. just stay with me, kay, [name]?”

he's obviously scared, he's speaking quickly, and you feel even worse. “...kay, i'll try.. 'm sorry.”

“it's okay, it's okay, i'm here with you. for you. just stay awake for a bit, that's all i'm asking, dove.”

your breath hitches, and you practically cry the words out. “just yell at me already. just get it over with, i get it, i'm pathetic — i can't keep to a single promise, so yell at me.”

your hands turn to fists, and keigo feels his shirt getting wet. he hugs you tightly, and you can't help but return the gesture. “i'm not going to yell at you, i'm not angry or mad, i understand. i get it, i really do. you're not pathetic, you don't deserve anger.”

raising your head you can see blood all over the floor and sink. you realize it's probably in your clothes by now — and keigos, too. you try to push yourself off him with the little strength you still have, but he keeps you close.

“...i still need to clean—” he shakes his head. “i'll take care of it, don't worry, just focus on me, birdie. just talk to me.”

you suppress the whine that wants to escape your throat. “...i, i tried. i really, really tried, i swear,” you inhale sharply, trying to calm down. “i—i tried really hard, b-but, i couldn't stop, a-and...!”

“i believe you, i promise, i believe you, baby. i know you tried your best, and i'm proud of you for it.” he presses a gentle kiss against you. after a few moments of silence, he speaks calmly. “could you show me your wrists again, dove? 'wanna make sure you're not bleeding too much.”

you nod, and lift one of them up for him to hold. “...okay, that's good, seems like it's healed up. the other?” he presses another kiss to your hands. you lift up the other wrist, and he holds it just as gently as the first. “thank you, baby... they've both healed, for the most part, so do you want to lay down in bed?”

you think for a while. you're tired, exhausted, but if you go to bed...

“will you stay?”

he doesn't think about it.

“i will. i promise.”

you nod. “t-then, yeah, i wanna go to bed.”

he picks you up, holding you against him while he walks to your bed. he sets you down on it, and lays on the other side. “can you face me for a bit, songbird?”

you pull your legs just a bit closer to your chest, one of your arms holding your knees while the other rubs your tears away. you shake your head. “don't wanna.”

“that's okay. can i hold you, then?”

you nod, and he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer so that he's spooning you. his legs tangle with yours, and he presses soft kisses to your back, your neck, your scalp.

you're shaking less now, he thinks. he pulls the covers up so you can both be warm, and one of his wings instinctually covers your body. “is it okay if i make a suggestion? no need to answer right away, we can talk about it in the morning — or whenever you're ready.”

before the exhaustion completely takes over, you want to get an answer out. “go ahead.”

“thank you. i... when you get these types of urges, i'd like for you to call me. talk to me. if i can't talk you out of it, that's okay, just ask me to come over. i want to help you with this.”

you listen intently, his voice so soft and sweet it almost lulls you to sleep.

“okay. i'll... i'll call you, promise.”

he presses another kiss to your neck. “thank you for trusting me with that, dove. i'm proud of you.” you can tell he's about to fall asleep, too. “you should rest now, though. i'll be here when you wake up.”

the next time you're in the bathroom with a box cutter to your arms, he's the one to pick up the call.

[milatiny-xx]

like you mean it | s.mg

pairing: song mingi x gn!reader summary: after a photo of you and mingi hugging was misinterpreted, your companies agree that the only solution is for you to announce yourselves as a real couple, at least until the scandal blows over. but three months in, you're starting to confuse your pretend emotions with real ones. tags: fake dating trope, idol!reader, slight friends to enemies to lovers if u squint, angry mingi who grabs reader by the wrist, steamy make outtttt, i think that's all? wc: 3.3k a/n: everything about mingi begs for spicy fics?? i don't make the rules he just whispered in my ear that he wanted a spicy ending with y'all. and what am i but a humble servant x

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"This is good," he mutters, pointing toward his cup. "I think it's new."

You click your tongue.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure it's been on the menu this whole time, Min," you reply, allowing yourself to smile.

You lean forward, propping your head on your hand and angling your face toward the window. Mingi lifts his face, eyebrows raised in surprise. He takes your cue beautifully and smiles sheepishly.

"Oh, right," he responds. "I guess I wasn't paying attention. Must have been distracted by your beautiful face."

He shoots you a devastating grin, throwing in a wink for good measure. You giggle. He reaches across the table, sliding his fingers into yours. His thumb gently brushes against your wrist. He lifts your hand to his lips. Your expression falters for a moment, but you remember to control it just in time to hide your horror. His eyes meet yours as he lowers his mouth down toward your skin. Your heart pounds in your chest while you sit, frozen under his touch...and watch as he expertly presses the side of his mouth to the side of your hand. You release a breath and relax.

Surprisingly genius. From where the camera is positioned, it'll look like a real kiss to your hand for sure.

"Hmmm, really laying it on thick today, huh?" you say in a low voice, masking your words with clenched teeth.

"Just doing what I have to," he replies.

You give him a smile, resisting the urge to narrow your eyes, and yank your hand back. You discreetly wipe it on your jeans, even though there's nothing there to clean away.

"We'd better get going," you say. "We have a schedule soon that I need to get ready for."

Mingi nods, standing and grabbing his jacket. Like a gentleman, he helps you slide your arms into your own coat and holds the door for you on the way out. You force yourself to hold his hand on the way to the car. Despite the rigidness of your spine, you try to make it look natural, swinging your arms and smiling up at him.

You both climb into the car that's waiting for you. As soon as Mingi slams his door shut, you relax into your seat, dropping the smile from your face.

"Did he get what he needed?" you shout toward the passenger seat, where your manager is texting with the photographer he hired.

"Sure did," your manager replies, shooting you both a grin. "These are perfect. You guys are getting really good at this."

You roll your eyes as the car takes off, on its way to drop you and your manager at the company building. He angles the phone toward you so you can see the images. As usual, you're impressed by the photographer's ability to make it look so real. He'd set up behind a bush and taken some of the photos with slight movement so that they appear blurrier than they really are. Both you and Mingi are still definitely recognizable but the kiss to your hand is just fuzzy enough to be unconfirmed.

"Yeah, well, it's been three months," Mingi chimes in. "How much longer do we have to do this?"

"Not sure," your manager responds. "I would say at least one to two more months. It's dying down, but the rumors are still there. Actually, you're both extremely lucky that HyunA scandal happened. It's taking a lot of the attention away from your...situation."

"Situation," you scoff. "There. Was. No. Situation. How many times do we have to say it before someone listens?"

"Hey, I'm not saying there was. I believe you, but the fans don't yet. Maybe you should have been a little more careful and those photos would never have existed in the first place."

Those photos.

You hate the way he says it, like there was actually anything incriminating about them. It was one photo and the girl who snapped it was a widely recognized sasaeng.

God forbid a friend should give another friend a hug.

You could never, ever have expected things to turn out like this. It is quite possibly your biggest fear in the world to become one of those idols embroiled in scandal, with the word disgraced stamped across your forehead. When that photo of you and Mingi went viral all over social media, you thought your life was over.

That's why you agreed to it.

It was strange at first, pretending to date a friend. Having run in some of the same circles as Mingi while you were both trainees, you know each other well and get along nicely. But just because you get along doesn't mean you ever had any intention of dating him. Holding hands in public, posing and posting cryptic stories on Instagram, knowing full well that a hired photographer follows the two of you wherever you go to snap "candid" photos.

The worst part about the whole situation is trying to make everything look natural. You hadn't anticipated feeling so uncomfortable being close to him. It's all too weird.

But each and every day you convince yourself that it's all worth it for the success of your career. And, as you glance over at him on the other side of the car, you remember that not everything about this situation is so bad. After all, Mingi is incredibly sweet and charming and ridiculously attractive.

You shake your head, averting your eyes to watch out the window as the familiar landscape passes by. The rest of the ride is silent aside from the occasional comment from your manager to update you about how ATEEZ's management is reacting to the new round of cover-up photos.

The car rolls up to the dorm Mingi shares with Seonghwa and San. Mingi unbuckles his seatbelt, glancing over at you.

"When do I have to see you next?" Mingi asks, voice drier than a bone.

Have to...

You gulp, crossing your arms over your chest. It's not that you want Mingi to flirt with you or even to be happy about this situation, but a little courtesy would be nice. He always acts like it's such a burden to spend any time with you nowadays. As much as you hate to admit it, it sort of hurts.

"Next week is fine," your manager responds for you, shooting a grateful smile toward Mingi. "I'll text your manager directly and we'll figure out the details. Until then, you know the drill—no traceable contact and no scandalous behavior."

Mingi nods, turning over his shoulder as he climbs out of the car.

"See you later," he mutters to you.

"Bye," you respond, not even bothering to look at him.

He slams the door shut, and you roll your eyes again. You used to be such good friends and now...this stupid situation has ruined everything. Not only has it totally shifted your friendship with Mingi, it's also made it impossible for you to see boys that you're actually interested in.

A month before everything went down, you'd met Jaemin. He isn't an idol, isn't an actor, isn't even a celebrity. He's just a normal guy, and you really like that about him. Kind, handsome, and funny, you could see yourself really liking him.

The only problem? Mingi. The situation with Mingi had been a roadblock since the beginning, preventing you and Jaemin from actually spending time together.

As if on cue, your burner phone buzzes with a text from the man himself. You bite back your smile as you read and reply. Your manager knows about Jaemin but no one else does, and, after what you've experienced with Mingi, you'll do whatever necessary to keep it that way.

For the next week, you go about your business as usual. You complete your schedules, hang out with your members, secretly text Jaemin on the side, and ignore Mingi as much as possible. It's an unspoken rule in your dorm that if ATEEZ comes on tv, the channel changes or the tv goes off.

Despite the busy week, or maybe because of it, time passes quickly. The next thing you know, you're waiting in the car outside of Mingi's dorm. You would be visiting a park to produce your next set of fake publicity photos, this time armed with facemasks to sustain the facade that you're still trying to hide your relationship.

After five minutes, you find yourself tapping your foot impatiently. After ten, you're starting to get angry. You check the time on your phone and groan.

You could sense that Jaemin has been getting a little antsy lately. He keeps asking to see you. You hadn't really noticed with being so busy, but it's been a month since you'd seen each other in person. You agreed to meet up secretly after you finish your shoot with Mingi.

Which, at this rate, is never going to happen.

"That's it," you snap, unfastening your seatbelt. "I'm tired of waiting. I'm going in to get him."

"Woah, woah, I think that's a bad idea," your manager argues. "It's not a good look to be going into his apartment by yourself."

"Fine, then give me your baseball cap and your scarf and coat," you say. "Give me your coffee, too. I'll put them on over these clothes and pretend I'm a delivery person. No one will know it's me."

Your manager hesitates for a moment but gives in, passing over the materials you requested. You pull the brim low and wrap the scarf around your lower mouth, shoving your arms into the coat and holding it closed over your own jacket.

You quickly buzz the doorbell on the outside of the house, your eyes glancing around warily as you wait.

"Hello?" a mumbled voice sounds on the other end. San.

"San? It's Y/N. Where's Mingi? He's late. I've been waiting for him for fifteen minutes."

"Uhhhh, he's in his room, I think. Door's closed," San replies. "Do you want me to get him for you?"

"No, just let me in, please."

"Uhhh...."

"San, let me in."

A moment of hesitation but then a buzz sounds, signifying that the door is unlocked. You step inside and find yourself face to face with San.

"Which room?" you ask, gritting your teeth. San's eyes are wide, a muffin stuffed between his teeth. He points toward one of the rooms upstairs. "Thanks."

You stomp up the steps, and aggressively knock on Mingi's door.

"Mingi!" you shout. "Open up! It's Y/N. We're supposed to be taking press photos right now. Remember?"

You give it a few seconds and raise  your fist to knock again, but the door swings open. Eyes widening, you can't stop them as they drop down to his chest, his bare chest...and stomach...and...

You gasp, forcing yourself to look back into his eyes.

"My alarm didn't go off," he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry. Just give me a couple of minutes."

You gulp.

"Mhm. I'll just...wait downstairs."

"Nah, it's okay. You can wait right here," he gestures toward a chair in his room.

"Oh...er, okay."

You melt into the seat, clutching onto the coffee that you forgot you even brought inside until now. Your eyes search the space, focusing on every single thing in the room aside from Mingi's half naked body. You suddenly feel hot, like your skin is on fire from the inside. Shifting uncomfortably, you bear it for another second before you frantically shrug your coat off, struggling to rip your arms from the sleeves of both coats at once. They fall onto the ground beside the chair.

"It's warm in here," you mutter. "Do you have the heat on?"

"Yes. It's...winter time."

"Oh...right."

"I'm ready," he says. "Sorry about this again. I'm sure you have other things to do."

You breathe a sigh of relief, standing up. Too quickly. Your arm knocks against Mingi's chest, the coffee cup tilts, and some spills onto your sleeve. You gasp, groaning at the stain.

"Oh, sorry, sorry," Mingi mutters.

Before you can stop him, his hand is curling around your wrist, his head tilting down toward you so that he could examine your sleeve. The scent of his shampoo and cologne flood into your nose. His hair looks so soft. You want to touch it. His furrowed eyebrows, his parted lips, you want...oh God...

"I-I need to use your bathroom," you blurt.

"Uh...sure, i-it's right there."

The second he points toward the door, you bolt from your seated position. You slam the door behind you and squeeze your eyes shut.

What is happening??? You feel panicked, feverish. Surely not...surely you couldn't be...attracted to him? No, you're not. You're just...Jaemin, Jaemin, think about Jaemin.

You look at yourself in the mirror. Mingi is collateral damage from a mistake you made. You didn't choose him. But Jaemin? You choose him every day.

Relax, relax, relax.

You run some cold water over your fingers and gently press them to your cheeks in an attempt to cool down your hot face. You force yourself to take a couple of deep breaths before ducking back out into his bedroom.

"Sorry about that," you say, pasting a smile onto your face. "I skipped breakfast and-"

"Who's Jaemin?" Mingi interrupts.

You meet his eyes, his expression blank. Your stomach drops, spine stiffens, and you can feel the blood draining from your face.

"What?"

"This letter," he raises a hand—a love letter you intend to deliver to Jaemin between his fingers," it says Jaemin on it. I didn't mean to look but when I went to pick up your coat, it fell out of your pocket. I just saw it."

"Jaemin is...a friend," you respond, heart pounding in your ears.

Mingi looks at you for a moment, expressionless. You try to withstand his scrutinizing gaze, but you've never been a good liar to your friends. The second you look away, Mingi huffs.

"Is there something going on here that I should know about?"

"No, there's nothing. You don't...you don't need to worry about it. I have it under control."

"Who is Jaemin?" he asks again, his tone firmer than before.

"I told you," you snap back, "he's my friend."

"Is he? Just a friend?"

You open your mouth to respond but, again, find yourself frozen under his gaze like a fly trapped in honey. If your helpless expression doesn't betray you enough, you had drawn a big heart next to Jaemin's name on the envelope. Gulping, you can feel yourself faltering, and you know your eyes are probably giving you away.

"You're dating him, aren't you?"

Frozen...absolutely frozen. At your silence, Mingi groans. He runs his broad hand over his face, fingers digging into his skin.

"Y/N...." Mingi scolds.

"Okay, and so what if I am?" you say, voice raised. "It took you three months to figure it out, and I see you every week. I told you, I have it under control."

"Under control? How could you possibly have it under control?"

Mingi crosses the room in two steps.

"What is your problem? Why do you care anyway?"

"Because we never agreed to this," he says. Your eyes flick down as a muscle feathers in his jaw.

"Agreed? I am in this mess because of you, and now you're gonna stand there and try to tell me that I'm not allowed to date someone I actually like because you and I didn't agree to it. You're crazy."

"This is dangerous, Y/N. What happens if you go out with him and they get pictures of you? Then it looks like you're two-timing two different guys at once. You'll be ripped apart by the press."

"I really don't see how this is any of your business. Or why you care so much. Maybe we can just convince our managers to announce our breakup publicly now and forget about all of this bullshit."

You turn to leave, but his grip encircles your wrist and yanks you back. Your body slams into Mingi's chest.

"How dare you!" you hiss, glaring up at him. "Get your hands off me."

He clenches his teeth, his grip firm despite your attempts to slip away. You meet his stare with every intent to tell him off, but you find yourself melting instead. His dark eyes are glassy and determined, focused on your mouth.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't stop thinking about you," he finally says, his voice breathless and full of longing. "I-I can't stop. I dream about you at night. I wake up in the morning, and you're my first thought. I don't like you seeing other guys. I don't even want you thinking about them. Do you call him Min, too? Thinking about that makes me sick."

"We...this isn't real, Min. We're not real."

"No, see that's the problem. I want us to be real. I want to hold your hand in public, I want to hug you and not worry about the photos, I want to hold you at night."

"Mingi..." you whisper, pleading.

His expression deepens, like you'd just stabbed him in the chest. His palm slides onto your face, his fingers tangling in your hair. He curls them, grabbing a fistful of your roots. Your stomach lurches, your body clearly betraying you by enjoying it.

"Yeah, that too. I want to hear you say my name like that. Over and over and over," he says, his voice raspy and deep like rolling thunder.

Your eyes flutter closed as he rests his forehead against yours. His breath ghosts over your face, tickling your lips. Your mouth falls open, as if you could drink him in through his air.

"Do you really...you really want this to be real?" you mumble.

"Yes."

"Then kiss me. Like you mean it."

He takes your invitation without hesitation, his lips crashing onto yours. You melt against him, your hands clutching his shirt with white knuckles. As his lips move against you, your head falls to the side to deepen the kiss. His hands snake around your back, palms spread greedily across your skin. Your fingers crawl up his shirt and slip into his hair. You unwittingly let out a tiny moan at the softness of his locks. His lips slip from yours, trailing across your jaw.

"Mingi..." you whisper, head falling back as he drags his mouth down your neck.

He hums against your throat in approval, muttering against your skin, "Yeah, just like that. Say it just like that."

You catch your lip in your teeth, biting down hard. Your stomach flips in circles, warmth spreading across your body. You tug on his hair. One of his hands falls to your hip, fingers digging into your skin.

"You said it in my dream last night, too," he growls. "But it didn't sound as sweet as it does coming out of your mouth right now."

"Mingi..." you moan again as he licks a stripe up your neck.

Your hand moves to the hem of his shirt, your fingers slipping under it. As you start to lift it, one of the boys drops something in the kitchen, snapping you back to reality.

You gasp, and Mingi's head snaps up. He looks at you with wide eyes, and you laugh nervously. He chuckles, too, running his fingers through his mussed hair.

"So...where do we go from here?" you ask, breathless.

He chuckles, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb traces your cheekbone.

"To the park as scheduled," he says. "But this time, we don't think about the camera. We don't have to pretend anymore, because it's real. We're real." His eyes drift toward the floor. "And you break it off with him. You're mine now, jagi, for as long as you want."

You giggle, nuzzling your nose against him. You'd completely and totally forgotten about Jaemin. Maybe normal is overrated, after all.

taglist: @rileylovescats @wooyoungsbrat

[steddieas-shegoes]

see where the night goes

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'only one bed' rated m wc: 867 cw: some borderline somnophilia-esque behavior? tags: forced proximity, unintentional cuddling, idiots to lovers, love confessions, implied sexual content

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The full sized bed was covered in the ugliest plaid sheets Steve had ever seen, which was saying something since his own bed had been covered in ugly plaid sheets.

It looked like it would fall apart if Steve sat on it, let alone lay down on it.

"Bad news first or good news first?" Eddie asked as he walked into the room.

"There's more bad news? The broken down van and the storm knocking out the power everywhere but this inn isn't bad enough?" Steve responded, putting his hands on his hips as he watched Eddie sit on the bed.

Huh. Looked like it would manage to hold at least some weight, then.

"There's no other bed."

Steve shook his head.

"That's a joke."

"Nope," Eddie popped his lips together. "I did check the bathroom though and there's a decent shower with actual hot water, so. A win's a win?"

Steve groaned.

"Dude, this bed is not big enough for both of us," Steve gestured to the bed Eddie was sitting on. "It doesn't even look big enough for you."

"Sure it is. I slept in a twin until I was nearly 18. This will be like a California King!"

Steve knew he was trying to make light of the situation.

The van breaking down four hours from home on a night when the worst storm Indiana has seen in years decided to come through was only the beginning.

Eddie had lost his wallet somewhere between the van and his walk to a payphone, which meant he had to walk all the way back to the van without having called anyone. He was soaked and cold despite the air around them being relatively warm. By the time he got back to the van, someone had stopped to check on Steve, who had been panicking about Eddie getting lost. When they finally got towed to a repair shop, the mechanic told them he wouldn't be able to look at it until the morning and that from the sounds of it, they'd need to replace a handful of parts that were more money than either of them had with them.

A weekend trip to visit Robin at college had turned into an expensive nightmare.

And now, they would be sharing a very tiny bed.

Eddie and Steve had been closer lately, especially since Robin's classwork had made it impossible for her to visit much. But sharing a full sized bed?

"Well, guess I'll go shower. Maybe it'll help me feel less like everything is falling apart," Steve sighed.

"Okay, Eeyore."

Steve rolled his eyes, but ignored him.

They got ready for bed like they were dreading it, and maybe they were.

They both got into the bed, laying on their sides facing away from each other, but close enough to feel the heat radiating from the other.

The rain pelted the roof, and lightning flashed in the distance, but it seemed like the storm was almost past.

"Steve?"

"Hm?"

"Sorry about tonight."

"Nothing you could do, Eds."

He felt Eddie shift, but they still weren't touching.

"I guess. Still sorry though."

"Yeah, me too."

Sleep fell over them, the exhaustion of the day hitting them hard as soon as their bodies were horizontal.

-- -- -- -- -- --

Steve was sweating, which wasn't completely unusual, but definitely rare when he hadn't woken up screaming from a nightmare.

He had something, no, someone, in his arms.

Eddie.

He was curled around Eddie entirely, his arms around him, his hard dick pressing into his ass.

Eddie was still asleep, breathing softly, chest rising and falling slowly.

Steve needed to wake him up, or at least get up so he could put some space between them until his dick calmed down.

But just as he went to pull his arm away, Eddie turned around in his arms and smiled in his sleep.

And then his eyes fluttered open.

His smile faded.

"Sorry, let me-" As Eddie started to pull away, Steve tightened his arms.

"A minute."

Steve sometimes said he needed a minute like this when the kids were all yelling about things he didn't quite understand or when Robin had been rambling on for too long.

Sometimes, when he and Eddie were just hanging out, he would say it like he just had too much going on in his brain.

Like now.

Steve was looking at Eddie, really looking.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I might love you."

Eddie blinked back at him, mouth agape.

"You think you might?" His voice was quiet, hesitant.

"Yeah."

"And this is...because of us sleeping in bed together or...?"

"No. It's because when we have a shitty day that could turn into another shitty day tomorrow, I'm still just happy to be with you for it. I didn't...I guess it didn't really hit until now," Steve admitted.

Eddie gulped.

"And you think that's...love?"

"I think that's part of it. I also think I'd like to kiss you."

Eddie let out a small breath, shaky as Steve pulled him flush against his front.

"You would?"

"If that's okay."

"Is that all?" Eddie smirked, obviously implying that he could feel Steve's dick against his thigh.

"We'll see where else the night goes."

[sunnyware-inc]

☆ Sending SDV spouses a divorce card as a joke ☆

☆ ft: Maru, Shane, Leah, Harvey, Haley ☆

☆ You're married in this scenario, GN reader ☆

☆ Inspired by these cards I found at Sainsbury's ☆

Maru

Hope you're ready to stay on your toes, you just started a prank war with a rocket scientist. As soon as she spotted the card on the table, she'd started planning up new inventions to retaliate with. Your reactions would be priceless, she couldn't wait to show off her ideas.

First was the 'animal translator' she attached to your cat that kept talking about world domination. You both laughed at that. The fridge being modified to say your name when you were alone in the kitchen was less funny. The TV only being able to play Real Housewives of Zuzu even less so. But she laughed through it all, even when you fumed at the robot stealing your keys.

A month later, when the can you'd thrown in the bin was spat back at you, you finally had to put your foot down. She was sat in her room, soot on her face as she tinkered away at another invention that was suspiciously you shaped. You had to clear your throat to draw her focus from programming its dance function. The way her eyes lit up, when you saw it almost made you reconsider, it was always amazing to see her creativity. But then it started singing and you had to call it off. A prank war just wasn't fair when one of you was a genius inventor.

To her credit, Maru immediately realised how far she'd taken it and apologised for the next day. It was just so much fun to see you respond to her creations, she'd got carried away. But she vowed that her creations would only make you happy from now on. She kept the dancing robot though.

Shane

It was a joke, right? Right? He's pretty sure it was a joke. If it was, very funny. And it's definitely not a secret hint that he's fucking it up, because you'd tell him if he was fucking it up. But what if you had told him and he wasn't listening? Or you wanted to but you didn't want to hurt his feelings? For some reason, you cared about those a lot. Fuck, has he done anything wrong lately? He was a bit grumpy a few days ago, was definitely harsher than he'd meant to be. He apologised, but was that enough? You didn't deserve that, he didn't deserve your patience, didn't deserve you.

Fine, maybe he had spiralled just a bit. He still managed a laugh when you got home, but you noticed that his smile didn't reach his eyes, how his voice wavered. So you firmly grabbed his face and shook it lightly, assuring him that you'd never want a divorce.

Only then did he start genuinely laughing, cupping your hands on his cheeks with his own. Because it was funny, the way you were shaking his head like you could dislodge his doubts. Maybe they were a bit too stubborn for that, but the fact you were trying at all reminded him that you were just as stubborn.

Leah

Her first response to reading the card addressed to her on the table was to laugh. Oh, you're divorced now? Well if you say so. She teased you all day, constantly turning away from you.

"Don't mind me, just packing up. Since I don't live here anymore."

"Why are you asking what I want to eat? We're divorced now, remember?"

"Sorry, this is my bed. This space here would be for a spouse, if I still had one."

You're begging for forgiveness by the time it's evening, finally cracking her up enough to drop the act. Still smirking, she grabbed your arm and pulled you back into bed. As you settled down, her arm dropped over you as she muttered something about what you two would do if you were actually splitting up, before concluding that it'll never happen.

Harvey

He doesn't know what to make of it at first. Was it a joke? He didn't think getting divorced was very funny. And if you were, he definitely wouldn't be getting a 'Single and Ready to Mingle' card about it.

When he needed relationship advice, he'd normally resorted to asking for help. Firstly from Maru, but she wasn't working today. So his next choice was his aerobics class. Which might've been a mistake, since they seemed to be less attuned to your sense of humour than he was.

Marnie was telling him to think back on everything he's done in the past month because this was a passive aggressive hint. Jodi warned him to spend more time with you, you clearly wanted more attention. Pam insisted that this meant you were secretly a heartless bastard all along, though he tried to defend your character.

His final option for advice was you, which was a bit embarrassing until he remembered that you've seen each other naked so this can't be too bad. He still didn't quite understand why it was funny, but he still hung onto the card, a little token of your humour.

Haley

She rolled her eyes when she read inside the card, "Goodbye forever" with a little broken heart. You think this is funny? You're not laughing when your little joke is pinned on the town's notice board for everyone to tut at. She knew because she was watching for when you'd pass by, camera at the ready in case you made a stupid face.

And she wasn't disappointed, your pure confusion at why Evelyn was telling you to sort out your marital spats maturely was only trumped by how quickly your face fell when you read 'No Marriage No Problems' next to the town calendar. The photo of your tomato blush and widened eyes was perfect to embarrass you with later.

Don't worry, she eventually stepped in when Mayor Lewis tried to reprimand you for inappropriate use of public property, taking the blame herself. She also made it up to you by pinning the photo of you completely red in the face in the privacy of your own home instead of for the whole town to see. This way, your adorably flustered face is for her eyes only.

[malewifeharem]

yandere!malleus alphabet

彡- ,, yandere twst malleus alphabet (template from @dear-yandere eheheheh)

cw ⁞ violence, blood, manipulation, just general yandere behaviour??? kinda suggestive in K. not proofread.

an ⁞ feel free to req more of this for other characters only from om! for now :')

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

VERY INTENSE, to say the least. fae are known to be very territorial and possessive and malleus isn't an exception. he likes to shower you with affection and expensive gifts such as jewels or gold and doesn't allow you to 'reject' them. he has no objections to locking you up somewhere he can keep his eyes on you or starting wars with other kingdoms if it means that you'll be his.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

he definitely wouldn't mind getting rid of any nuisances getting in between the both of you but he always makes sure to clean up before you arrive. the scene is extremely gruesome — blood and guts would basically be in every crevice of the room. he only manages to get rid of the stench with his magic, so he tries to not kill people too often, lest he ends up overblotting and harming you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

nope nope nope. it doesn't matter how pathetic you look when you cry, he could never ridicule you like that. you just need to get used to your new environment! can't you see that he really wants the best for you?

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

his gifts and affection will be reciprocated, whether you like it or not. sure, he'll be more lenient if you've only just been captured but you can't keep shunning him away! will tie your wrists and ankles together to get you to stop struggling during naps and cuddle sessions. he has slipped love potions into your food before too.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

you and lilia are probably the only people who know about his... aggressive tendencies. he'll often times weep at your feet inconsolably — crying about how much he loves you and how it hurts when you don't feel the same way. as if that wasn't uncomfortable enough, he'll suddenly start rambling on about how you'd love his tower in briar valley and that you'd have no need to ever step out of it. humans like living in that kind of luxury, right?

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

fight back? against the 5th most powerful magic wielder in the world? yeah, good luck. he would never intentionally harm you, but you're really breaking his heart like this. he simply doesn't understand why you're so upset and just tries to calm you down to the best of his abilities. this is just a small lover's spat, it'll all be over soon!

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

he does not find this funny, he takes it very seriously. what's wrong with what you have now? do you not like his gifts? why do you keep trying to run away? he's very confused and hurt — nevertheless, he always manages to catch you, leaving you right back where you started.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

before your abduction, you were still the human transfer student at NRC, you were still allowed the freedom to talk to anyone you wanted. malleus knew you and leona were quite close — the lion male having a small liking towards you. he was already quite irked at the sight, but he snapped when you hugged the lion, enchanting the whole vicinity with his signature spell — causing everyone to fall into a deep slumber. that's when he took the opportunity to lock you up in his room and you've been there since.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

he hopes to marry you one day and have you rule briar valley with him as his rightful queen. he definitely wants to have a family with you too, he does need to continue his royal fae bloodline!

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

YES. he tries to talk to you and hear whatever complaints you have but it's all in vain. he refuses to believe that you loathe him. he'll stand there in silence before quickly excusing himself — you don't see him for a few days. what does he do during this time? oh i don't know... maim whatever friends you have left? (ehe!)

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

he's very sweet. he has never felt so strongly for anyone before and he's going to give all of his love to you! he's constantly touching you, whether or not it's wrapping his arms around you or marking you up with bites. it's how fae show affection for their loved one! he'll charm you with his honeyed words — praising you when you're being obedient in the daytime and gently lulling you to sleep by night.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

before your abduction, he'd slip beautifully handwritten letters into your locker. however, it has no sender — your only clue as to who it was being the bright green wax seal. you thought it was just a random diasommnia student and didn't think much about them till the contents of these letters started becoming increasingly disturbing. saccharine poems of love and his promised reveal turned to bitter jealousy and rage at your 'infidelity' to him. how dare you speak to other students, especially those from his own house! you stopped receiving letters entirely but malleus suddenly started showing up at ramshackle dorm more often.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

sort of? lilia is the only other person who knows about his treatment of you. to everyone else, he's still unapproachable and cold. only you get to see him all pathetic and vulnerable. (manfailure)

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

being locked up in his room means zero contact with the outside world — you wonder how ace, deuce and grim are doing. solitude was enjoyable sometimes, sure, but you haven't seen anyone who isn't malleus for weeks. imagine the horror when even he stops showing up! this silent treatment usually ends within a few days because it breaks his heart to not speak to his darling too.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

you're pretty much deprived of social interaction. i hope you have an interest in gargoyles.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

he's surprisingly patient. his punishments are all quite tame — none of them being harmful to you. he understands if you need more time to get used to your new life but make him wait too long and he might slip a love potion into your food!

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

no. just no. if you died, he'll find a way to resurrect you — charm, potion, curse, spell, anything. trying to escape from him isn't something feasible for a human. you're stuck with him forever!

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

your cries of sorrow does bring him a sense of guilt and regret but the thought of letting you openly roam free again brings him more rage and worry. try convincing him to go out with you to a secluded area — he might agree if he's in a good mood!

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

poor dragon boi has lived for almost two centuries with no one he can consider a friend :( everyone's too scared or cautious of him to talk normally. so when a sweet fragile human like you treats him so nicely, he might just tear up. especially since you continued to do so after learning of his identity.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

( already kinda answered in C and F)

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

(i don't think so? define classic yandere :'D)

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

he's so patient and kind, if you play your cards well, you might be able to convince him to let you out for a little while — under his supervision, of course.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

intentionally, no. never! he has definitely damaged (killed) whatever social life you had before and your freedom but it was mostly unintended! (yea ok malleus...)

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

he likes to think that you two are equals — you as his bride, wife, future queen. he treasures whatever shred of affection you give him but i don't think he'd ever reach the point of kissing the ground you walk on or anything like that.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

(read H) in order to get to that point, he's already been tolerating your 'unfaithfulness' for a few months.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

probably. he already uses love potions on you, who's to say he won't make it permanent?

[roguerogerss]

The President; ‘Something Sweet.’

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Reader

W/C: 2.1k

Warnings: SMUT!!

(HEY! this is the second part to The President, part 3 will be out soon so plssss stay tuned, hope u luv it, luv you, bye) (requests r open! send me stuff here)

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“Where did you go?"

Clemensia snatched your arm and stopped you in your place. You'd been trying to ignore all of the girls, weaving your way in and out of the crowd, accepting the odd congratulations or hug as you went, you thought you might find Tigris and stick by her until at least dinner time. You wanted nothing more than to be at home.

"Oh." You started but stopped short. If you even stuttered you knew she'd know, your legs were shaking and, if she looked at you closely, she'd be able to see that your hair wasn't nearly as smooth as it was an hour ago, and your lipstick had smudged over your chin and you'd spent longer than you should've trying to wipe it off. "Just had a few photos to be taken, Coryo wanted them out of the way."

Clemensia turned you to face her, gripping your forearms as she eyed you suspiciously. You held your breath a moment, she wasn't the type to keep her mouth shut. "Of course. Photos."

She was smirking at you, and you nearly hung your head in shame out of pure instinct. You teetered backwards slightly in your heels, and Clemensia barely stifled a laugh. "Did these photos involve you being bent over something?"

"Clemmie!" You burst out, hands clamping over your mouth, cheeks burning red. And then you couldn't help but laugh. "Don't say anything, please."

"I won't!" She laughed and took hold of your hand, starting to lead you back towards the rest of your school friends. “I didn’t say anything when you’d disappear for every free hour we had in school, did I?”

“Clemensia!”

Okay! I won’t say anything. Promise. It's your day, and Coryo's President now. I can’t say anything."

You laughed as you approached the other girls, Clemmie was your friend, as much as you hated to admit it, and you did actually like spending time with her, after you got over the initial idea of it. The other girls, however, were a different story.

"Where did you guys go?" Lysistrata whined when you rejoined the circle. She wasn’t the worst of the bunch, but, god, could she moan about anything. "Felix had an interview and they basically said that he actually would've won, had Doctor Gaul's vote not counted-"

"Well, her vote did count." Clemensia defended and sent you a small smile. "Why dwell on it, Lyssie?"

"Because it's unfair." Livia practically snarled, lip curled upwards like a growling dog. "Coriolanus will be president until he either steps down, or dies off. And we all know he won't step down, so none of us will even have a chance at it."

"You wouldn't have a chance at anything anyway, Livia. Festus is a slob." You snapped. You'd remembered why you so hated going to school, and then University with these girls. Livia especially always seemed to bring out the worst in you. You heard Clemensia sigh, and Lysistrata sucked in a breath to be held.

Livia looked as though she was about to lunge for you. "He is not a slob!" She threw her hands in the air and started to say something else, when Clemensia butted in, to avoid a public argument between two powerful men's wives.

"Ladies!" She held her arms out between the two of you in a calming manner, and you almost scoffed and walked away from them, but you knew you had to be here. For Coryo, you thought. "Let's just all be friends, okay? You managed it for seventeen years before today, you can certainly last another two hours."

"Oh, look!" Lysistrata pointed excitedly at the grand hall, drawing the attention of the conversation to something else entirely. "I think we've to go for dinner, now. Aren't you all excited? It'll be lovely."

You were definitely excited. The University provided three square meals a day, if you stayed long enough - you always did - but, since you'd graduated, it had been back to Tigris' cabbage soup and the occasional luxury like a loaf of bread or some beef mince, if Coriolanus helped Doctor Gaul with something she believed warranted an extra payout. The food was guaranteed to be something special, and, even better, you could leave your school friends behind for at least an hour and sit by Coryo instead.

An avox appeared by your small group, and gestured for you all to follow them, leading the gathering of wives to the dinner hall first. Clemensia, Livia, and Lysistrata were positioned at a table together, each one chair apart from the other, and you almost laughed out loud when Livia's scowl deepened further and Clemmie sighed disappointedly at her space between the other two.

After seating the three other women, the avox gestured for you to follow them even further, to a long, rectangular table overlooking a sea of smaller round ones. The hall really was magnificent, all marble and hardwood, a string quartet playing in the far corner, and Coriolanus' Grandma'am's roses decorating each table, in small glass vases. You smiled at the touch, assuming it was Tigris' doing, Coryo would love it.

"Thank you." You nodded to the avox as they tapped a chair for you to sit in. The table was laid with a white tablecloth and lace runner, and six plates, with dainty little place cards placed neatly atop them. The ones on either side of you read Tigris Snow and President Coriolanus Snow. You assumed the one next to Coryo would've been for the Grandma'am and the other two chairs for other government officials.

The room started to fill up with people, celebrities, guests, reporters, game makers. You tried to make out anyone familiar in the sea of people, but faces blurred into one another, distant chatter became almost deafening, and you found that, not only could you not decipher one person from another, but you'd given yourself a headache trying to do so.

The chair beside you pulled back, startling you from your squint-eyed staring, and then Tigris appeared, beaming and touching a hand to your shoulder. "He did it!" She cried and you embraced, squealing as you did so.

“I know.” You mused. “Did you do the roses?”

Tigris nodded, a satisfied smile crossing her face. “Yes, do you like them? I thought it’d be nice, something familiar.”

“They’re beautiful, he’ll love them.” You plucked one of the stems from the vase in front of you, inspecting the perfect flower, so familiar. You’d always loved the Grandma’am’s roses, almost as much as Coryo did.

You were only able to talk for a moment, Tigris complimenting the way you'd done his hair, you gushing over his suit. You loved Tigris, really. But the national anthem began playing, and then there were cameras on you both and you tried to remember to sit up straight and keep your chin down.

The entire room erupted into cheers and claps and cries as Coriolanus entered, looking dazzling as ever. You even noticed Livia giving a hand, which sent a sense of satisfaction through you. "There he is! Our brand new President, it's Coriolanus Snow!" Lucky Flickerman had appeared out of nowhere again, and you could just hear him over the sound of the crowd. "And he's making his way over to his gorgeous first lady! I heard they've only been married three days."

You stifled a laugh at Lucky's overly dramatic performance, and then you felt almost self conscious, seeing all of the people looking towards you, the cameras pointed in your direction. Tigris touched a gentle hand to your arm to soothe you, and you just about managed a grin as Coryo approached.

He sat down next to you and you found his hand placed on the small of your back, thumb rubbing soothing circles just beside your spine. You let out a sigh of relief and smiled until the cameras turned away and the starting course of the meal served. "That was good, darling." Coryo spoke quietly. "Are you okay? You seem nervous."

"I am nervous." You turned toward him and placed a hand on his knee. "I'll get over it, though. First day jitters."

"Of course you will." And then he leaned down to whisper in your ear, hand creeping up your thigh under the cover of the tablecloth. "What do you think I could do to calm you down, hm?"

"Coryo." You hid a small smile and wrapped your fingers around his wrist. "People are watching."

"All the more fun." You turned to face him, noticing the half-concealed grin playing on his lips. Your eyes flickered out towards the crowd and cameras, guests were all chattering and eating, but the cameras stayed put, and Lucky continued his constant commentary of you. You imagined him, broadcasting to the entirety of Panem, that the brand new President was fingering his wife at the dinner table.

Coryo's hand wandered up even further, underneath your skirt, into your underwear. You sucked in a breath and made a sort of uncomfortable grunt, biting back a whine as two familiar fingers pressed into you. You gripped onto the tablecloth and Tigris turned to you, concern in her eyes. "Are you okay?" She asked and you nodded, too enthusiastically.

"I'm okay." You answered, but you knew your face wasn't communicating what you said, and Tigris' hand was pressed to your forehead before you could tell her again.

"You're hot, have you drank enough water today? And you're flushed, too-" Tigris was in the middle of pouring some water into the glass in front of you when Coryo cut in.

"She's okay, Tigris." He smiled at his cousin. "Wasn't feeling too well last night, were you, love?"

You shook your head, trying to act convincing while Coriolanus' fingers continued their assault inside of you. "Oh, honey! Well, get some rest tonight, okay?"

And then Tigris had turned back to her conversation with the Grandma'am, and you made a mental note to continue the narrative that you were sick, at least in front of Tigris. And then you noticed that Lucky was staring right at the two of you, massive grin on his face, as always, and the camera beside him was fixated on your table.

"Coryo, the cameras!" You hissed, but he silenced you, curling his fingers against your sensitive spot. You made another strangled sound, but Tigris didn't turn around this time, too invested in conversation with the Grandma'am.

"Shh," Coryo comforted you, nuzzling his forehead against your cheek in a way that could've been mistaken for a loving gesture for the cameras. "Let them see, honey. Just be quiet for me. My good girl."

He curled his fingers faster inside of you, so that you had to clamp your hand on your thigh to stop your legs from shaking aggressively, every now and again he'd lean down and say something like, "You're doing so well." or "So good for me." and your head would spin.

"Coryo," You whispered, a breathy moan falling from your lips, almost loud enough for everyone at the table to hear. "I'm getting close, you know how loud I get."

Dessert was being served, now, and you were almost glad that the avoxes didn't have tongues, because you were certain that the one placing your lemon tart in front of you had made a strange face whilst doing so.

Coryo's fingers brushed your sensitive spot once again, and you felt his hand on your back as it arched off of the chair, dimming the appearance of your arousal to the public. "I know. Not going to let you finish, not yet."

He pressed a short kiss to your temple and then pulled his fingers out of you, at which you huffed and pouted, he felt his cock throb, seeing you looking so bratty.

"Coryo!" You whined, bottom lip still jutting out. "That's not fair."

"Isn't it?" He asked, smirk playing on his face. He made you watch as he looked you straight in the eye, lifted his fingers to his lips - still glistening with your slick - and sucked them clean. "Mmh, so sweet, my girl. Now, I want you to go home, familiarise yourself with the mansion - you'll love it, by the way - and wait for me to get there. No touching yourself, you know the punishment for that."

A small smile grew on your face as you nodded. Coryo kissed your face, picked up your dessert fork and handed it to you, gesturing to the food in front of you. As you took your first bite, he slid his own across to the Senator sat next to him. The larger man looked at him with confusion in his eyes.

"You can take mine, already had something sweet."

[felixpuppy]

23tf ✨

You're hanging out after a show when I come up to you. I offer to buy you a drink, and you're too startled by someone in one of the bands speaking to you that you can't even stammer out that you're too young to drink. Before you know it you're sipping on something deceptively sweet. As the drink starts to relax you, you manage to get out a jumbled compliment for our set. I ask if you'd like to tell the others first hand and you jump at the chance, face flushed and heart still pumping with the endorphins from the show. You're not used to this kind of attention, you don't question it. It's only when I put my arm around your shoulders to guide you through the crowd that you notice how much bigger I am than you, how easily my body envelops yours. You don't know where I'm taking you but the band is all trans so it'll be a safe environment, right? I pull you closer and whisper that I'll keep a close eye on you, that you don't need to worry, I'll take care of you pretty boy.

Our van is parked in the dark, dirty alley behind the venue. It's big, with no windows. Great for hauling gear but definitely the kind of van your parents warned you not to take free candy from. The other bands have already packed up and left, the rest of my band is there waiting for me, passing around a joint. You're by far the youngest one there, and everyone can tell. You don't pick up on the hungry looks you're getting from every side. I ask if you smoke and desperate to impress everyone you say yes. You cough like a bitch, and I can feel you squirm against me when one of the others says it. You notice everyone passes it back to you after they hit, but surely we're just being generous, you joined late. You don't realize that I joined late with you but I'm not getting the same treatment.

The weed works fast. Soon enough your head feels fuzzy and your thoughts are coming slower and slower. The joint is done and we're starting to move. I ask if you want to come with us to have some fun and you don't hesitate to say yes. We crawl into the back of the van and I pull you into my lap. Not enough room I say. You don't think twice about the empty passenger seat up front when you feel my hard length pressed up against your ass. It's dark, illuminated briefly by passing streetlights and the spark of another joint being lit. Your body feels warm and your head is filled with drink and smoke and heavy desire. You let out a moan when my hands start to roam up and down your body. The others can see the desperation in your movements, and that's when they close in.

You quickly lose track of which hands belong to who, lost in the pleasure of needy, desperate touches. Someone pulls your shirt up over your head and suddenly there are mouths on your body. I'm whispering in your ear, calling you a good little boy toy and a pretty puppy slut. You can feel my fingers curl softly around your throat, not choking you but holding you in place while my other hand probes at your mouth. You open immediately, greedily sucking my fingers like your life depends on it, overwhelmed with how needy we've gotten you, too fucked up to realize the spitty mess you're making all over yourself.

I pull my fingers out and they're quickly replaced by a tongue, forcing itself into your mouth, licking the sweat off your skin. My hands move down to unbutton your pants. The others have to adjust so we can slide them down your soft legs. There's a weighty pause that feels like an eternity as we all take in the sight of your naked body. I growl at the others that you were my find, so I get to take you first. Before you know it you're on your back, your legs spread wide for me. I hike up my skirt and in an instant you've taken me down to the base. You see me laugh and joke about how easily you took it, how desperate you are to be fucked. Your view is cut off by a dripping boy pussy and a firm command to eat it. You can barely think enough to open your mouth as I pump in and out of your tight, needy hole. That doesn't stop him from grinding on your face, using your mouth like a toy.

We pass you around for hours. Fucking you, playing with you, feeding you hits when you start to get too coherent. Eventually the van pulls over. The back doors fly open and we dangle your head over the edge, giving the driver a better angle to get her massive cock all the way down your throat. You get filled with cock, eaten out, fingered, made to serve whatever is put in front of you. By the time we're done you're absolutely ruined. Covered in cum and hickeys, blissed out and exhausted. Your last conscious thoughts are filled with the certainty that nothing will ever compare to being the center of a sweaty, desperate, t4t gangbang.

When you come to, the van is moving again. You've been cleaned up a little, but you're still naked underneath someone's heavy leather jacket used to cover you. The driver glances at you in the rearview as you stir, and elbows me in the passenger seat. Looking back, a big smile crosses my face.

We're heading to our next gig, I say. We could turn around and drop you off somewhere, but we talked it over and we could use a roadie, especially a cute one like you. Besides, we'll get you into the show for free, and we figured you'd want to stick around for at least one more after party.

okmhgvbjokjhhikhgfdvhj fuck~

I need a t4t gangbang rn. And by roadie you mean cute boytoy right? The thought of being a band’s little boy toy actually makes me ferallll. I need to be in your lap again sooo bad. I promise I’ll look cute in it >////<

Sounds like a wonderful time to me~ maybe the band will even get me a collar to make sure no one else touches their puppy at shows. Fuck I love trans woman and need to be fucked by you in general please and thankyou :3

[i23kazu]

MEOW MEOW BARK MEOW !

characters. xiao diluc childe alhaitham wriothesley neuvillette x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. oops! they're now all... catboys? and a puppyboy? /nsex | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

i- how- what even?! there's really nothing much to say – it's obvious enough with that crimson blush on his face that xiao just wants to bury himself in a hole and never be seen again. your boyfriend now has sprouted a tail, as well as kitty ears.. and halloween didn't come early, either. he's the cutest thing, though, and you just want to squish him against your cheek! xiao is still his regular size, and he still absolutely adores the warmth of your touch – as much as he pretends to not need it.

diluc

diluc is more embarrassed than anything. brownish red kitty ears, as well as a tail that just... couldn't be hidden in his trousers?! how was he supposed to show up to his business meeting that day? okay, maybe a sulk and a pout creeps onto his face... he definitely tries to hide it from you though. diluc definitely doesn't step out of the ragnvindr manor at all for a few days... and he definitely wears a hat wherever he goes, until he turns back to normal. please make sure to take lots of pictures.

childe

to be honest... he actually doesn't hate it. sure, it's definitely a surprise – but is it really so bad if it brings a smile to your face? you absolutely love stroking his tail and petting his ears. he purrs, grinning and burying his head in your neck, and still rubbing against you. you're lucky that he doesn't actually have cat fur .... it might take forever to remove it at the rate that childe was rubbing his head against you.

alhaitham

alhaitham is more so annoyed by it ... it's definitely an inconvenience – he gets more stares on the street. sure, he already got stares due to his position, but because of the newly grown cat ears? and tail? even the children are laughing. his reputation ruined. life goes on for alhaitham, and he buries his head in a book instead. yes, he's in denial. please make sure to take lots of pictures, because when he's back to normal? alhaitham will definitely take a sip of his tea and straight facedly tell you that whatever that was, it didn't happen.

wriothesley

make way, for wriothesley has puppy features! i think he'd grin through it all, even if that ... smile, seems a little forced. im sure he's not too happy about it, but he's too cute for you to tell him that it'll be over soon (honestly? you secretly hope it'll last longer.) once, wriothesley caught you staring, flashing a grin and telling you to take a picture – it'll last longer. he gets over the fact of having these extra add-ons pretty quickly, and instead flaunts it and teases you with them.

neuvillette

ohhhh. your dearest neuvillette is embarrassed to no end. for the first time in his humanhood, he contemplates putting off a court trial... but alas, he can't. furina has teased him mercilessly enough for the new cat ears and the.. uh, tail that he's grown overnight. needless to say, neuvillette was blushing pink when he woke up and found himself like this. please pet him all you can though – it's no surprise that neuvillette is just waiting for this to be over – even though it brings a smile to your face.

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[lovelyd0gg]

Hey could you maybe do some HCs for our boys where they are comforting the reader because she’s feels bad for not being ready to be intimate with them?

Hope that make sense. I love your other HCs❤️

Heya sweetheart! That would be such a great idea! Thank you for the request! And I'm glad your enjoy my HCs<3 if I post this on a random time in the days I'm probably at school so... But yeah<3 enjoy!

The Bob boys comforting the reader because she feels bad for not being ready to be intimate yet<33

Warnings: mentions of sex but not in that way, fluffies<33, cute comfort<3

The 2 bonus boys are.... Carwood Lipton and Joe Toye!

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧 (𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥)

•You told him at the start of the relationship that you weren't ready to be intimate with him, and he completely understood and didn't want to pressure you into doing it with him.

•But you felt that he loved you less because you weren't being intimate with him, which was completely inaccurate.

•You were sobbing on your shared bedroom floor and he walked in, he was shocked at first and immediately knelt down next to you and started to comfort you.

•"Hey hun, why are ya cryin'? You can tell me."

•As he comforted you, you managed to get out of your comfort shell and tell him why you were crying.

•"Awh, sweetheart. Ya know I ain't mad at you or love ya any less. This ain't worth cryin' over, I love you for who you are and that's how it'll always be."

•I feel like he would definitely cuddle with you while you had tissues next to you because you still aren't 100% over with crying, just reassuring you and rubbing your back. Just being a big softie to you<3

𝙴𝚞𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚎.

•Oh this sweet, sweet man.

•He never wants to pressure you into anything and doesn't want you feeling uncomfortable with him.

•That's just not him.

•As soon as he saw you crying, he rushed over to your side and asked you what was wrong.

•"Mon ange, why ya cryin'? What's goin' on?"

•You told him why you were crying and his eyes softened instantly.

•"Oh, mon cœur.. Why ya thinkin' I love ya any less? Ya know I love ya with all my heart.."

•He would definitely grab your head gently and kiss your forehead while whispering reassurances in French.

𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝐿𝑢𝑧.

•To him, being intimate is something he definitely wants in a relationship, but he won't push you into it if you're not comfortable or ready.

•But he would be lying if he said he wasn't a little bit disappointed when you said you weren't ready.

•But all that disappointment washed away when he heard your soft crying in the bedroom. He rushed in there like no tomorrow and his eyes widened when he saw you crying.

•You just crying was bad enough for him, he felt like every time you cried, it would be his fault.

•"Cherry pie! Why are you crying?! Did I do something? Said something? Tell me!"

•You told him what was happening and he yanked you in a tight hug.

•"Oh my baby, I could never do anything that would scare you! It would break my heart.."

•He felt like he was the cause of this, because maybe he brought up being intimate a few times before but never did it to you.

•He apologized at least 80 times that day.

𝖣𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖽 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗒.

•Listen, honestly he's probably the most chill guy here when you're not ready to be intimate with him.

•He won't push you into doing it and he doesn't really mind if you're intimate or not, he loves you for who you are.

•When he saw you crying, he had the most gentle and sweet voice ever. Not wanting to scare you while you're this vulnerable.

•"Hey, darlin'... What seems to be the problem? You okay?"

•He wasn't panicking at all, and even after you said why you were crying, he still had the same expression and voice.

•"Honey, I'd never do that to you.. I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable in our relationship! I love you and I don't need to be intimate with you if you don't want to."

•He pulled you in for a kiss on your forehead and just sat there with you while you calmed down.

•Best cuddles by this man by the way.

𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑮𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒆.

•To him, and like Luz, he wants to be intimate with you in the relationship at some point, and he's a little more pushy with it than the other guys.

•But he hopes you know he wouldn't actually want to do that to you if you aren't ready.

•And especially after he sees you crying, all his worries flood his mind.

•"Hey, hey, hey, what's goin' on? Why ya cryin', sweetcheeks?"

•You told him why you were crying and his expression softened almost instantly.

•"I'm real sorry for doin' that to ya, I didn't mean to. I thought you didn't mind or you didn't think much of it, I'm real sorry.."

•He apologized a lot and even after you said it was fine, he still didn't feel like you did and that you held a grudge against him.

•But, you didn't.

𝗟𝗲𝘄𝗶𝘀 𝗡𝗶𝘅𝗼𝗻.

•To be honest, on the outside, it seemed as if he was cold and he wouldn't respect the fact you weren't ready, but on the inside, he would do anything to make you comfortable.

•He thought that you not being ready was okay, and he didn't mind waiting. As long as you were comfortable around him!

•But when you started crying over it. He was confused. Confused in a way like "Did I push you? Or did I make you feel pressured?"

•He put all the blame on himself, he kept thinking that he was the reason you were crying because you couldn't give him something that he didn't really care much about.

•But he comforted you and assured you that he would be willing to wait as long as you wanted until you were ready and comfortable.

•Don't worry girl, he can wait.

𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬.

•To be honest, he's just chill and doesn't want you to think of him like he is some sort of a monster.

•Yeah, he can be scary, but boy he isn't around you, you're his favorite person probably in the whole world so.

•But when you started crying, he completely understood why you would think that.

•"I know I look scary but I promise you, I would and never will push you to something you don't want to do, yeah?"

•He isn't really good at comforting people so he just kinda hugged you and placed a kiss or two on your head.

•The whole rest of the day, you both went to the bed and snuggled together.

•Forehead kisses were a must.

𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘓𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘯.

•Let me hold your hand when I say this, he was slightly offended.

•Not in a "Oh! How dare you!" way but in a "You thought I would do that?" sort of way.

•Trust is something he wanted to build in a relationship, a good bond with trust and honesty makes a good relationship to him.

•So he felt kind of sad when you told him that. But he didn't hold a grudge against you, instead, he apologized. Like a lot.

•He held your head against his chest, your tears falling on his shirt but he didn't care. He pressed a few kisses on your head and he told you everything would be okay.

•He even cooked you dinner.

•"No, I don't want to hear it. Lay down, cover yourself with a blanket, I'm making your favorite."

𝑱𝒐𝒆 𝑻𝒐𝒚𝒆.

•He liked being flirty around you, a lot. He made sexual jokes but it wasn't anything weird or uncomfortable. He'd just make a few of them so you could laugh.

•But when you told him what was bothering you. He immediately thought it was his jokes that made you uncomfortable.

•"Was it my jokes? I'll stop them if they make you uncomfortable!"

•He never told another sexual joke again, unless you wanted to hear one. Then he would double, triple check if you were okay with it.

[savvthedate]

Yandere!hyunjin

• Yandere!hyunjin would definitely fall in love with you after seeing you in any type of store. Def takes a picture of you and starts searching you up online. He'd probably be the person to pay a public records website for your info

• before acting out on anything yandere!hyunjin would definitely find out what school you go to where you work etc just to follow you home after

• after about a couple of months of him stalking you things around your house would go missing. First it's just things like clothes, notebooks, pencils, you didn't think much of it until your laptop went missing

• when yandere!hyunjin feels comfortable enough hell start doing things like watching you sleep from under your bed or going to your refrigerator and drinking out of your milk jug (just so you can drink after him)

• It'll take a couple of months for yandere!hyunjin to kidnap you. But he won't kidnap you in your sleep, he got you walking home from school. He managed to take you into his car and when he got half way to his location he switched cars to avoid detection 

• yandere!hyunjin would definitely buy a house just for you two. 

• when you get to his house your put in the basement for a day or two. After that he'll take you out and bathe, feed, and cloth you (but you can't do any of this by yourself). After that he handcuffs you to the living room couches leg and he puts on some boring talk show. he's not even paying attention to the tv, he's thinking about you and life, he thinks about how soon you'll love him just as much, he thinks about coming home from work and seeing your beautiful face greet him the moment he walks in, he thinks about how you'll lead him to the table and sit him down, he thinks about you serving your 4 kids first before him, he thinks about how it was all worth it

• At night the stranger pulls you to your shared room, but you don't share a bed, not yet at least, he has you on a plan mattress on the floor next to him.

• if you have to get up in the middle of the night for the bathroom, he won't let you go yourself he has to take you

• If you don't try to escape or defy him, he'll get you anything you want or do anything as long as it's reasonable. You've been good and you want chicken? He gets it for you no questions asked, you want to go to the store? Sure but you and him can't be out long, he's still skeptical even though he moved you 3 cities over.

• however when you do misbehave, I definitely see his punishments either being like a solitary confinement type thing. By this I mean he puts you in white clothes, in a plain white room, and gives you plain white foods. Or he would also just throw you back in the basement.

• yandere!hyunjin doesn't care if it takes you a while to love him and he doesn't care if you ever do honestly, as long as he's in love he's happy 

[tragedry]

What do you think Ashlyn and Tyler would get each other if they had each other for Secret Santa? And how do you think they’d react to their gifts? I love your ashler posts sm!!!

hi anon, glad to know you enjoy reading my ashler rambling!

as for your question, it's actually hilarious how quick i was able to come up with a gift for ty (in comparison, it took me longer to figure out what ty would get ash but i eventually figured out what it's gonna be, and i'll explain that in a bit)

ok so ash's present for ty is gonna be a chef's knife, and it's perfect! it's classy, it's practical (though ty would definitely argue that something this expensive isn't, but that's besides the point) and it's something ash knows he'll like. it took her forever to decide on a brand and model (mainly cause she doesn't really know much about the intricacies of well crafted kitchen wear, but she does her research and manages to snag one that fits both tyler's style and needs just before it got sold out) and she's been excited to give it to him since, though she'd never admit it lmao

as for tyler's reaction to the present, he'd be shocked. definitely would try to argue that he can't accept something that expensive and would even try to bargain with ash about it, but ash manages to convince him that he actually deserves good things and that she was fine with spending a little extra since the knife is worth it. plus, if ty still feels guilty for it, then he can just make it up to her by cooking her favorite meals for her. ty eventually agrees, and the knife is used daily and handled with far too much care and it makes ash happy to see she picked the right gift.

tyler on the other hand could not think of anything to get ashlyn, not when all the stuff he wants to get her costs an arm and a leg. he thinks about working part time, but he doubts the pay would be enough, so he spends more time thinking until he finally decides on a present. he's on his phone searching for handmade gift ideas and finds an old reddit post talking about how good a weighted blankets is for helping them sleep, and he immediately falls down the rabbit hole of crochet tips and where to get the best yarn and hook. one extensive tutorial video and many failed attempts later, and he manages to finish crocheting the biggest blanket he's ever held in his hands. it looks decent enough from afar, but he knows it isn't perfect. it'll have to do.

he spends the rest of the day nervous about handing it over, unsure if he did the right thing or if he fucked it up by making something rather than just getting her what she'd want. when he gets his present from ash, he's even more self deprecating and a little bit guarded about giving her the gift, unable to stop himself from comparing such an expensive and thoughtful gift to the imperfect blanket he's got wrapped up in a paper bag. he contemplates lying and telling her he forgot, but ashlyn already spots the paper bag and gestures for him to hand it over.

bracing himself for ash's eventual disappointment, he hands over the gift and waits for her reaction. "i know it ain't much, not even half as much as your fancy ass present, but i did some research and a lot of people said this helps with sleeping and stress, so i took a shot and-"

"you made this?" ash cuts him off, but not unkindly. her expression is unreadable when her gaze shift back to him, but the look in her eyes is focused, intense in a way that has tyler's heartbeat racing against his ribcage.

"yeah." he finds himself answering after a few seconds too long.

her gaze turns to the blanket once more, her fingers gripping the uneven edge tighter as she looked it over with critical eyes.

mistaking her silence as rejection, tyler masks his own disappointment with a sigh. he'll let himself wallow in shame once he's able to figure out a way to make it up to her.

"look, i know it's not perfect and some of the pattern looks crooked, so if you want i can just–"

his next word dies out as soon as he felt ash's hand on his own, squeezing reassuringly in the same way he always does when he's trying to get her to calm down.

"i was actually planning to get one soon, but i don't need to anymore." she tells him, meeting his gaze and meaning every word.

relief washes over him in waves, but a part of him feels even more flustered now that he sees the way she's been holding onto the blanket so protectively.

it's not worth it, he thinks. he barely did a decent job.

"are you sure?" he asks, just because he can't seem to shut up and take the win. not at all used to things going his way or being this easy.

maybe it should.

ash nods her head in answer, making a show of putting the blanket over her shoulders and sighing contently as she snuggles deeper, nearly burying herself underneath the thing.

she looks adorable ridiculous.

he snorts, partly at the way he's underestimated how big the blanket was in comparison to her, and partly to hide the swell of happiness inside of his chest.

she actually loved his gift, imperfections and all.

maybe he could make her a better one in the future.

but for now, the two of them are content sitting together, enjoying the comfort of each other's presence.

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whoops! that got out of hand, i wasn't even planning on writing a drabble for this ask, but hey that's what happens when you've got ashler on the brain 24/7... i hope you liked it anon, and thanks for the ask!!

(my inbox is always open for more prompts and hcs!)

[clandestineivory]

Affogato Cookie x Amnesiac Reader (Part 2)

Summary: After saving your bleeding and dying soul from joining the rest of the fallen Dark Cacao warriors, Affogato Cookie takes you to his little cave home and decides to nurse your unconscious body to health, knowing exactly who you were and what your job was. It certainly wasn't much of an easy task when you had unfortunate nightmares about who knows what.

TW: ACK- I'm sorry but you aren't really going to be awake and I kinda lied about the whole toying w/ your mind thing and the poisoning. Most of this will just be his inner thoughts and idk what else teehee.

MAYBE in the third part, you'll get the bonding time of manipulation. If I have the motivation for it. Have fun darlings!

Oh, and PLEASE read part 1 before reading this. It'll make much more sense. Link is right here: https://www.tumblr.com/starbeamssovereign/751333871307669504/affogato-cookie-x-amnesiac-reader

"Well, well, well. What have we here?"

Affogato knew. Of course he would know, he was the Royal Advisor for Swan's sake! His job was to keep up with everyone important and who could be a threat. So you'd definitely be somewhere on that list.

He was wandering around the kingdom borders by the little cave he called his temporary home when he heard that familiar yowl of the snow lion. At the time, he thought that it was just hunting something and the prey it was catching ran away. But it was far more interesting than that.

As he walked closer to the scene, he could already see your bleeding and limp body hit your head on the rocks. As soon as that wretched Wraith of the Peaks left you alone, he rushed to see exactly who you were.

Then he smirked once he tucked some messy strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear to get a better look at you. The Fourth Watcher? Now this was a sight.

He had never personally met you before, but he heard of how you single-handedly managed to take down a Cream Wolf that had gone mad with some sort of rabies and tried to attack Crunchy Chip Cookie. It was quite an exciting tale indeed.

Yet, coming face to face with you was...a bit disappointing. Really, all you did was stab an arrow into that beast? Kind of pathetic if you ask him. (Not like he could do better, but that wasn't his current thought.)

"Hm...they'll be useful someday in the future."

He thought to himself as he dragged your bloodied body through the freezing snow and back to the cave.

When you two got back, he placed you down in the corner, taking off the top layer of your coat as a substitute for bandages as he wrapped it around your body, knotting it tightly, but enough so you could still breathe.

Affogato started a fire, calmly sitting down by it and watching you silently. He pondered over what he would do if you got better and woke up. Or if you didn't.

The latter was something the ex-advisor didn't need to see or feel.

━

As time passed, he started getting more medicinal items for your recovery, such as real bandages, herbs, medicine, etc.

Yet, with all these items to help you get better, he wasn't expecting that you'd cry out in your sleep and flinch when you were unconscious.

You were crying out in fear, curling up into a little ball in the cave, your fists clenched as these nightmares attacked your mind while you were sleeping. Well, trying to rest and sleep.

Affogato didn't really know what to do - he had never encountered someone who was known to be strong act so... vulnerable. He didn't even smile at your agony, he was just confused by it. All of your hurt sounded so raw...

All he could really do to quiet you down was walk over to your corner and let you lean on him. It felt embarrassing and uncomfortable, but also a bit...nice.

"Little Watcher, you can be so pathetic that it makes me pity a foolish thing like you."

He muttered once when he felt you snuggle closer to him post-nightmare.

But this arrangement was purely to get you under his control. Try to poison your mind, make you feel in debt to his sweet, sweet kindness and generosity. He wanted you to tell him everything about the kingdom. To be his little spy.

That was all you were good for.

...

Right?