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[lavenoon]

Everyone remember the hands? Have some more <3

@naffeclipse hands you this <3

[zegrasdrysdale]

jh86 headcanons

fluff & smut

warning(s) : smut ! (hehe)

author’s note : a lil 3 am hc post bc i was having a jack breakdown (oops)

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fluff !!

Jack likes to keep most of his relationships private

not his relationship with you though. within a few weeks of your relationship being official, rumors swirl about the two of you

Jack embraces them and makes your relationship public when he posts you on his instagram when he posts his summer photo carousal before the season starts

you are close with his brothers as a result of being with jack, but you’re closer with Luke because he’s constantly around

Jack’s love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

you are there for him when he has both ups and downs during the season (especially when he’s down and in a slump)

he buys you a chain with his number on it for your birthday and you wear it to the first game you go to after receiving it

Jack is the worst patient when he’s hurt because he wants to get back on the ice, but with some bribery, you get him to cooperate so you can nurse him back to health

you go on the yearly summer trips to the lakehouse in Michigan that the Hughes boys take during the offseason

you’re friends with his friends that go to the house every year, especially Trevor and Cole

you liked the toothless look he had after the playoffs in 2023 and begged him to embrace it, but he still got it fixed anyway

Jack lets you borrow his Devils gear when you go to games, especially his jersey because he loves seeing you with his name across your back

you get him a bracelet he can wear on the ice with your names on it

the internet freaks out when you make your official wag debut in 2023 with the playoff jacket reveal, and Jack plays into it by posting you in your jacket on his story

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smut / nsfw !!

Jack will fuck you whenever and wherever he can

he very much likes shower sex because he craves you after every game and he can never wait until he has his postgame shower

opposite of that, he will fuck you until you can’t walk after a rough game. he will use your body to get off, and you let him because you think it’s hot

lazy morning sex !!! especially when he had a day off and you all to himself

quickies are necessary sometimes because of both your schedules being insane. closets at the rock are never safe when the two of you are around and Jack is needy

Jack has a hair pulling kink. it’s the reason he keeps his hair on the longer side

he also has a praise kink and loves when you tell him how good he’s doing when he fucks you

Jack will get super jealous if a guy talks to you, and he will get super touchy in front of said guy. it usually ends with the two of you in the backseat of his car because you love how possessive he gets

88.5% of the time, he will take his time and make sure he pleasures you as well as himself. the other 12.5%, he’s pounding into you like no tomorrow. this is what happens after he or the team has a rough game

he looooves when you ride him

he also loooooves when he can fuck you and see your face when you come

Jack is a giver and receiver. he enjoys watching you fall apart because of his tongue. you can always make him come in your mouth with a good blowjob

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📱skz texts — how they react/comfort you (when you’re going through a rough patch with a friend)

| including. felix, han, hyunjin

warnings. none!

a/n. who am i 😮 posting two days in a row??😮 hehe sorry it took so long for the second batch to come! bang chan and lee know will be next<3 hope you enjoy babies xx tagging my sweet bubs @httpdwaekki as promised hope they measure up to your expectations 🙈

a/n. also i know these are ‘out of order’ but… whatever:)

changbin, seungmin & i.n

bang chan & lee know

Felix

He was just about to get into the car when he got your text.

He hefted up the last bags in before he smiled, knowing only from your words that you would be so happy with the surprise he had prepared for you. As he drove to your school, he reminisced on the last few weeks. 

His knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel as he remembered the first night you had arrived at the studio, crying. Your cheeks were red, and you looked so disoriented. You explained in between sobs that you fought with one of your best friends. School was easy for you, you had to put in your fair amount of work, but it did come to you easier than for other people, aka them. They let that jealousy grow and grow and had it become a nasty tumor hogging everything in its path. Until that one night when they held your success up against you, and it all exploded, leaving nothing in its wake. 

He tried calming you down, but it was one of those moments in his life when he felt the most unhelpful, helpless, and worried. You seemed to be reassured by his touch, but your breathing was still labored, a constant stream of tears flowing down your cheeks. He held you closer, thanking the universe he had been alone practicing, but he knew even if the whole group had been there, he would have let everything down to be there for you. 

Releasing his grip, he breathed through the memories and hung to the truth that it was now over. Yes, you still had to see that person from time to time in school, and they were still being incredibly pissy, but you no longer were hurt by their behavior and attempts at screwing you. Thanks to many, many nights spent with Felix, you talked everything through, and he helped you process the situation. He was so proud of the way you handled things, and since it had been a while since you two had the opportunity to have a special date he impulsively decided to organize this getaway. He smiled as he pulled to the curb, noticing your confused smile.

"Hey you, isn't tonight a recording night?"

"Not for me. We're going away," he answered with an enigmatic smile. He nodded for you to get in, "It's a surprise. Yes, everything is arranged. Yes, your bags are packed, and yes, I'm totally free to go."

You narrowed your eyes as he answered all your questions without you having to ask them. "And, where are we going?"

"I'm afraid I can't reveal that information yet."

You rolled your eyes, secretly delighted. "Okay then, can I ask why?"

At that, he settled and grabbed your hand. "Because I'm proud of you. I know it hasn’t been easy for you lately, but you've handled everything so well and managed to get out of it stronger. There was not much I could do to help, but I can do this. I think you deserve this little getaway for all the hard work you've been putting in."

"Lix..." your gaze softened with his kind words.

"No complaints will be accepted at this moment. You just have to sit back, relax, and let me handle it, sounds good?" He brought your hand to his lips, softly kissing it while his eyes scanned your reaction. 

"Sounds very good." You smiled back.

He kissed your joined hands once more before putting the car in drive. 

You let a beat of silence pass before you tried again with a pleading tone. "You really won't tell me where we're going?" 

He laughed at your impatience. "No baby." 

A smile wouldn't leave his face as he imagined your reaction when you would pull up in the entryway of the little cottage he had booked near the sea. He could already picture your eyes growing in size and your excited screams when you would see the blue waves and sandy beach. Felix felt his heart strain under all the love he felt for you, as he promised himself to keep doing these little things for you forever.

Han

He already knew everything about the situation happening with one of your friends. Honestly, he had a hard time understanding why they were suddenly turning against you. But then again, he always had a bad feeling about them and never thought they treated you half as well as you deserved. 

Still, he hated seeing you so affected by it. He understood why, but he hated feeling so unhelpful. He listened when you needed to vent and tried supporting you as much as he could, but he always felt like it would never be enough. So, when you texted him before heading home from work, hinting at how hard today had been, guilt started gnawing at him.

You got home about 20 minutes later. He was already waiting for you at the door. As soon as he saw the tired look on your face, the dark circles slowly settling under your eyes, his heart ached, but before you could notice his sad puppy eyes, he masked them with his warmest smile.  

"Hey pretty, how are you?" Immediately he took your bag from your hands and helped you take off your coat before wrapping you in a hug.  

"Could be worse, but could be better too," you sighed. "They were extra petty today, I'm not sure how to deal with this anymore."

He pulled back to grab your face, staring at you lovingly as he did. You looked back at him, the sight of his plush cheeks and chestnut eyes already easing the pain in your chest. "But, I'll be okay. I just want to think of something else. If you're still up for it, a movie night would be amazing." 

His face lit up with a sweet smile as he kissed the tip of your nose. "You can head up for a quick shower. I already started the heater and laid down some clothes for you. I'm taking care of everything."

As soon as you disappeared in the corridor he started creating the perfect setup. He made sure to bring all your favorite blankets, pillows, and plushies on the couch. When he heard the shower start he was already preparing hot beverages for the both of you, along with a few of your favorite snacks. He proudly looked at the final result, dimming the lights to create the perfect cozy ambiance. Han would have done anything you would have asked of him tonight. Still, as he looked at his work, a proud smile illuminated his features. As outgoing as he was, he always liked when you said you would rather stay in with him than go out. 

Your soft steps on the floor snatched his attention away from his thoughts. Your hair was still wet from your shower, your face bare, and as planned, you wore the matching pajamas he had laid out for you. You were now both rocking an adorable fuzzy set. His heart tightened at the sight of you, looking so relaxed and cozy. 

"Since you said you didn't know what to watch, I made a little selection."

You snuggled up next to him, listening to his suggestions before adding one of your own. "While I was in the shower I was thinking we could watch one of our comfort movies. If you want to, of course."

"Sure, what were you thinking of?" he asked as he handed you the remote and placed his arm around your shoulders to pull your body closer to his. 

You quickly typed in the movie title, and he felt a smile tug at his lips as he read it. "Are you sure you want to watch Howl's Moving Castle again? I made you watch it just last week."

You nodded confidently, "It's the first movie we've ever watched together and it gives me the best comfy vibes. So if you're down for it...?"

He only pressed play in answer, made sure you were snug in your fort of blankets, kissed the side of your head as you settled against him and the familiar soundtrack started playing.

"I wish I could do more to help you with this whole thing. I hope this still lessens your burden, at least a little. I'm sorry I can't do more." He whispered a few seconds into the movie.

You turned back to look at him, his hair falling in soft curls. The worried expression on his face made you want to hug him as tight as you could. Maybe then you would be able to squeeze it out of his body.

"It's perfect. I couldn't ask for a better partner to go through all this. You do not have to apologize. It's all more than enough." you kissed his plump lips tenderly, "You will always be more than enough." You added before focusing on the movie again, not seeing the beautiful smile now visible on the young man’s face.

Hyunjin

He stared at you in disbelief as you dropped to the floor from extenuation and frustration. You had barely closed the door that you laid your head on the wall and closed your eyes. Your handbag hung limply from your hands, and your coast rustled and creased from the awkward position you were in. He knew what this was about as it wasn't the first night you had assumed that position. The first time you did, a few days ago, he had panicked, thinking you had lost consciousness or were sick. Even if it was nothing of the sort, his worry was still called for when silent tears streamed down your face. That's when you first explained what you were going through, that you had made new friends at your workplace only to discover they were associating with you to steal your ideas. Hyunjin remembers your smile and shining eyes when you first came from work telling him you had made new friends. When you discovered they stole your ideas and presented them to your boss first, that dream had cruelly shattered. You had fought back and proven the ideas were yours, but still, the situation at work was horrible as they had decided to make it hell for you as revenge. Hence the exhausted slide down the door every night.

He crouched next to you, a silent support. "I'm sorry, give me two more minutes, and then I promise to get up and get in my pajamas." You sighed heavily.

"Can I ask you a question?" he softly spoke. You looked up before nodding silently. "If the situation has been solved, if you still have your job, and if your boss is happy you spoke up about it. Why do you still feel like this? I'm not trying to judge or anything I promise. I'm only trying to understand." 

You thought about his question, analyzing his features, so soft and open. "It's just so- conflicting? In a way? I mean, I feel angry at them for doing this to me, but I also feel guilty for ratting them out, even if they deserved it. And I'm angry at myself for not seeing through their schemes. It's just a lot of contradictory feelings. Plus, it hurts... I really thought they liked me at first. It hurts to know they never did, it doesn't help all the little voices telling me I'm worth dirt. I don't know, I've just been stuck in this stupid loop for a week now... I'm not sure what to do to get out of it." 

Even if he wasn't touching you, Hyunjin's attentive stare felt just as intimate. You loved that about him, how present he always was. You knew his silence was no indicator of his level of care. He stared a second more before suggesting, "You know what, I don't think you should get changed. I think we should do something different tonight. What would you say to go out?"

"What are you thinking?" you cautiously asked.

"I'm thinking you need a change of scenery. I think we should go out, have a drink, go for a little exploring, or we could even go to the amusement park! I think changing it up could help you get out of this loop you say you feel stuck in."

You stared at him in silence, weighing in the pros and the cons, still a spark lit your gaze. He dropped his chin on his knees and stared at you with his attentive eyes. You knew if you said you didn't want to go he would support you, but you also knew Hyunjin had that innate sense sometimes where he knew exactly what you needed before you even did. 

"What do you say angel?" he finally asked, slowly reaching out to wrap his slender fingers around yours. 

You simply nodded a slow smile spreading on your lips. For the first time this week, you felt the familiar pang of excitement.

You settled on going to the amusement park as it had been the thing that sparked the most interest in you. Your skin prickled as you neared the gate, it felt so refreshing, so new. You were about to head in when you heard a few familiar voices calling your name. 

You turned around to see Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and I.N approaching you, broad smiles on their faces. You weakly waved at them as you looked at your boyfriend, a proud smile already on his face.

"I thought you needed to be reminded just how appreciated and liked you are. I'm truly sorry it turned that way with those assholes, but please do not let it make you doubt your worth. You are surrounded by people who love you and think you are the most amazing human being. Me on top of that list." He leaned in to kiss your temple while he pulled you in for a quick hug and you felt your heart overflow with joy at the gesture he had pulled and the seven excited boys joining you.

You truly were blessed with the most amazing people.

[yaekiss]

qi. qi. I know you see my poly posts, so I need your thoughts on tighnari and cyno. especially top tighnari (bc that's my preference) and bottom cyno. I wanna make out with him while tighnari watches until he can't restrain himself and joins us.

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꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Cyno x Dom! Top! Tighnari, no gendered terms for reader, reader has a cock, Tighnari Cyno reader polycule realness, threesome (reader and Tighnari spitroast Cyno), sex toy (used on Cyno), blowjobs (reader receiving from Cyno), edging (Cyno receiving), reader is a lil mean, lmk if I missed anything ! ꩜ A/N: HIIIII ANDI! Thank you for waiting RAHHH this one took a while to write ;;; Hope you enjoy it hehe! I dropped a lil cameo for you somewhere, think of it as a kiss from me to you muah! ;3

In the dim lantern light of the room, Cyno’s eyes glint a shimmering ruby red.

You’ve barely started but it seems that the presence of a certain forest ranger sitting nearby in the corner, eyeing him down, has an effect on the usually intimidating General Mahamatra. There’s a faint buzzing as the bullet vibrator taped to the tip of his already hard dick works away at the lowest setting, enough to provide stimulation but just shy of giving Cyno any real satisfaction. But there is great satisfaction to be found in the way he grips the sheets, brows furrowed as he reigns in his desires, trying to stay in control of his senses. A quick glance to Tighnari reveals that he’s no better, tail swishing as his sensitive hearing picks up each and every one of Cyno’s breathy pants.

“C’mere Cyno,” beckoning him closer to you, he obeys and shifts away from the edge of the bed and nearer to you until the only thing separating the two of you is a hair’s width and candlelight. You lean in first, capturing his lips in a kiss but he’s the one to deepen it, messily lapping at your lips as he chases for the taste of you, even if it’s sweeter than sugar. The kiss is purposefully, explicitly, loud as the both of you make out while Tighnari watches on, riled up and turned on by the indecent display and even more lewd noises.

Cyno is kind enough to let your hands roam over his toned body, sliding them down from his waist to happily grab and grope at his lean muscular thighs. Your fingers ghost over the base of his erect cock and he sucks in an intake of air at the sensation. A click, then a beep rings through the air and the vibrator starts humming away at a higher speed. Cyno’s cock jolts and he lets out a low groan at the increased stimulation. You look up to Tighnari who’s holding the controller to the toy in his hand. 

“Can’t let you have all the fun,” he simply says.

“Touch- ugh… -me, please,” Cyno pleads and the grip he has on your thighs snaps your attention back to him, making you focus solely on the task at hand (him!). There’s beads of precum already forming at his tip, glistening as it starts drooling down the sides. 

Cooing, you wrap one of your hands around his base as the other goes to thumb at his sensitive slit. It spurts more as you toy with him, his fingers clutching even harder on your thighs with each languid stroke up and down his length. His breathing grows ragged and shallow and his own muscles tense as he approaches his climax. But you don’t speed up your motions, still working his cock at the relaxed pace you started with, making sure he gets so pent up but stopping just exactly before the edge of tipping over. “Bastard,” Cyno thinks in between muddled thoughts.

Another click and a beep before the vibrator changes speeds and whirs at its third and highest setting. Cyno throws his head back with a loud gasp at the sudden assault of pleasure, cumming for the first time tonight, coating your hand with his sticky spend. You revel at the splatter of white against his tummy and you move in, diving down to lick a stripe up his abdomen and collecting his cum in your mouth, then tilting his head to kiss him yet again, making him savour his own taste. Cyno’s eyes squeeze shut at this as you lock lips, he moans desperately against your lips, a mixture of his own drool and cum dripping down his chin. The kiss is a frenzied mess with the toy still (miraculously) taped to his dick and still mercilessly buzzing despite the fact that he just came. “Ughn! Ah-! S- sss! -sensitive!” The poor male hisses out in the breaths he steals between kisses. 

“It’s a shame Tighnari’s missing out huh? Don’t you want him to please you too?” Whispered coyly against his ear, your hot breath caresses his cheeks and he frantically nods at your words, a searing need and desire flooding through his veins. 

“Call him over then.” Your tone is devilish, and your suggestion even more sinful.

Despite Cyno’s best efforts, all he manages to get out are broken moans interspersed with raspy gasps of “Please!”s and “Tighnari!”s. You tut at his pathetic efforts with mock disappointment.

“Is that all you can say, General Mahamatra? Come on, love. Try a little harder, hmm?” Your fingers trace over a vein on his cock before Cyno watches them undo the tape that’s holding the vibrator to his tip at an agonisingly slow pace - a warning to edge him even longer tonight.

With your threat, he chokes back a wail and focuses just enough to babble out, “Please- uh! I neeeed! you ‘Nari! Mmmph!”

There’s a screech of a chair and a flurry of dark green fur as Tighnari comes rushing over at Cyno’s plea. Gloved hands immediately wrap around his cock, the cum from his previous orgasm makes it easier for Tighnari to jerk him off and it only takes a few seconds for Cyno to cum again, hips jackrabbiting up into Tighnari’s hands as a loud keen leaves his lips.

“Tsk. Didn’t we agree that we wanted to help Cyno get his mind off of work tonight?” The ranger directs a glare at you but there’s no real heat behind his eyes, just impatience and a bubbling lust to finally get started tonight.

“Ha! Look at him now, I think the only thing he has on his mind is the two of us wrecking him!” True to your words, Cyno’s pupils are dilated and rolled far back into his head, still shuddering on the bed from the waves of pleasure from his second climax. 

“I’m going to prep you, alright?” Tighnari asks gently as he clicks the controller back to the second speed setting. Slowly, Cyno’s mind clears from the dizziness and when he hums out an agreeing tone, Tighnari reaches over to the bottle of oil on the nightstand. He removes his gloves using his teeth, slicking up his fingers with the liquid. (To which you wolf whistle because hey, Cyno’s not the only one who gets to enjoy Tighnari. He just laughs and rolls his eyes at you.) 

Nothing but gentle, Tighnari starts off with one finger, carefully, slowly opening Cyno up and getting him used to the stretch. It’s not long before Cyno starts rocking back against Tighnari’s finger, evidently unsatisfied, and since he’s feeling merciful tonight (unlike you), he quickly adds a second finger. As he preps Cyno, you busy yourself with kissing the man of the night, your hand snaking their way to his chest to tease at his nipples, relishing in the little blissful pants you steal from him with each pinch.

Soon, Tighnari deems Cyno sufficiently prepared when his fingers slide in without any resistance and the only protest from the white-haired male is to hurry and get on with it. Slicking up his own hard cock with the oil, he lines his head up against Cyno’s awaiting hole and pushes the tip in gingerly while checking for any signs of discomfort or pain on his face. When all he’s met with is a glazed-over look and a mouth hanging open, he feels his resolve to hold back dissipate.

“Looks like we have a slut on our hands tonight.” He punctuates his words with a slight roll of his hips and Cyno moans, loud.

“I’m… ‘m not- hhAH!” It’s definitely not helping that he’s trying to rut back down on Tighnari’s dick. How cute, a whore in denial.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me, love,” you coo out, and Cyno hurriedly shakes his head, “Think you can take me in your mouth?” Judging by the way his mouth instantly falls open, tongue lolling out with crimson eyes pleadingly looking up at you, he’s more than willing.

Guiding your length to his lips, he licks up the underside of your shaft, kissing and sucking on your tip before he takes you into his mouth. You sink into the warmth, and he’s careful enough to watch his teeth. He lets you fuck into his throat as Tighnari pounds into him, the sight is pure aphrodisia and you hiss at how good Cyno is being for the both of you, taking you and Tighnari at the same time.

“Fuck! He’s tightening up, I- ugh! -I’m close!” There’s a carnal edge to Tighnari’s voice, one that you understand fully with how you’re also close. Sharing a look with him, the two of you speed up at the same time, drawing out more babbles and incoherent noises from the man under you. Hooking an arm under Cyno’s knee, Tighnari throws it over his shoulder so that his cock is angled to hit Cyno’s prostate head on. Feeling extra mean, you swipe the controller from beside Tighnari and click it back up to the highest setting. (You laugh when his cock jolts.) The change in pace and position has Cyno howling without abandon, tears rolling down his face at the intense pleasure. Within mere seconds, the general is cumming once more, muscles drawing tight with creamy white spurting out.

A quick snap of Tighnari’s hips drives his cock deep into Cyno and with a guttural growl, he’s cumming into him. As Cyno feels the growing warmth from inside, he clenches down on Tighnari’s length and milks him for all he’s worth, locking his legs around him. At the same time, he moans around your cock and the resulting vibrations are all it takes for you to reach your peak. Grabbing onto his white hair, you push him down until you’re shooting your cum down his throat while his pupils roll back and disappear behind his lowered eyelids, as if savouring the taste of you. (He swallows, of course.)

After a bit, the both of you pull out (much to Cyno’s protests). The vibrator is removed by Tignari and thrown to a side as you help Cyno sit upright against the headboard of the bed. Tighnari’s load drips out of him and Cyno lets out a low groan at the sight. While Tighnari slips out of the room to grab some wet washcloths for everyone, you take the time to check up on Cyno, soothing and massaging away any aches or sores in his body. 

It seems that tonight has taken quite a lot out of Cyno (his eyes are closing and he keeps dozing off with his washcloth in his hand), so Tighnari and you gladly help clean him up. While wiping away the sweat and cum from his skin, the two of you take turns peppering his face with tender kisses as he contently sighs out “thank you”s between drowsy yawns. 

As the three of you settle into bed for the night, Cyno sleepily mumbles out, “Let’s have a spitroast for lunch tomorrow. Get it? Because the two of you just spitr-”

Tighnari cruelly smothers him with a pillow.

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[joshusten]

kiss and make up

In which Honey wants a makeover and Guy gladly helps. (lots of kisses, fluff, makeover time!!!)

2.7k+ words [ao3 will be added when im not lazy lmao] [masterlist]

[CW and notes: typical guy innuendoes, honey doesn't know how to do makeup and they get a lil insecure about that fact, that being said i'm not really a makeup expert too LMAO, theres also lots of grammar mistakes probably ;--; and since like, makeup styles and visuals vary between people i tried to make it as vague and gender neutral as possible but idk if i really achieved that so keep that in mind and please let me know if i should change some wordings etc. ! oh and lmk about typos too hehe tysm!]

thank you so so much to my dearest friend @slushiepizza !! this wip is literally a year long and they've been a HUGE HUGE (x1000) help to me finishing (and convincing to post) this fic!! this fic's also inspired by fanart they made before and this yt short from that one anthony padilla interview. also yes theres a lil 2024 hbs guy AAAND jin (his gamer friend in that second hoodie video i think) reference too lmao HAHAHAH hope you enjoy!! :D "Ugh! Why can't I fucking–" 

“Piece of—!”

“Fuck!”

Another frustrated groan cuts Honey off. For the past few minutes, Guy had been hearing his partner's muffled frustrations from their room all the way to their humble kitchenette and he was seriously starting to get worried about what could possibly be troubling their usually well-composed lover.

He quickly turned off the stove, wiping his hands on the piercingly hot pink apron with the words "Please Do More than Kiss the Chef" embroidered on its body (a joke gift, courtesy of Rosa being his Secret Santa last year, that Guy legitimately used in his every day, much to his friend’s amusement). Fortunately, the lunch he was making was done by the time he decided to check up on them (and, really, it was just a simple one-pot pasta recipe he stumbled on Tiktok at 3 AM.)

Guy haphazardly hung the apron by a chair nearby—future Guy can worry about all of the mess later—and made his way to the hallway that led to their small shared bedroom.

He gently knocked a little melody on the door,  announcing his presence through the painted wood. "Honey?”

A thump was heard, as if something suddenly dropped out of surprise, followed by a faint “Shit!”

The man knocked again, this time with a furrowed brow.

“Honey dearest? Lover of mine? Is someone botherin’ you? Need to kick someone’s ass?” He joked, clearing his throat afterward for a more sincere tone. “But for real, do you need any help there, baby?”

The silence that followed almost tempted Guy to ask again before a loud sigh came from the other side.

"Yeah…It's unlocked. You can come in..." 

They almost sounded embarrassed. A little shy even. The man couldn’t help but grin at how comfortable Honey had become showing him their more vulnerable sides throughout their time together. 

Guy opened the door slowly to reveal their usual semi-tidy bedroom save for the mess that seemed only to be contained around Honey, whose head was currently hanging low in shame. Alarms went off in his mind once he processed the potential severity of the situation with how distressed his partner looked.

He rushed to where Honey sat, in front of the vanity where a variety of make-up products were strewn across the dark oak wood. Upon closer inspection, he could see that—

Oh. Uhm. This was interesting.

His partner’s frustrated face seemed to be an amalgamation of different cosmetics that looked like they were hastily smeared on and rubbed off multiple times. 

Patchy foundation, unblended blush, shaky eyeliner. 

Guy can practically feel the heat coming off their tinted face, furrowing their brows and averting their glare to the side.

“Look, I know what this looks like but—" Honey was never able to finish their sentence as a very, very poor attempt of stifled giggles reached their burning ears. Oh my god, he's never gonna let them live this down, is he? 

“Guy.”

“Wh-whaaaat? N-no, you look f-fine Honey! Pfft–” A snort interrupted the man's words of reassurance. 

“Guy, stop laughing, you asshole!” They groaned, sending a flurry of light slaps to Guy's shoulders, snickering along to indicate that they weren’t actually mad at him because, yeah, they did look a little silly (and his laugh was too damn cute to distract them from their predicament) but that still didn't make them any less self-conscious about it.

“I-I–OW! I don’t know what you mean, baby!”

Honey crossed their arms and made a face, looking away in a pretend-but-not-really sulk. 

“Fine, so I’m horrible at makeup ha-ha! Pack it up, jackass!”

To that, their boyfriend's laughter slowly died down, leaving him with a soft, sympathetic smile. 

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry! C’mere,” He apologized, beckoning them to come closer to which Honey begrudgingly complied. His smile brightened, pressing numerous quick kisses against his partner’s grumpy face, pulling away with a string of giddy giggles.

“Ew, I got your foundation on my lips.”

“Serves you right,” Honey huffed, unable to hold in a chuckle as they saw the faint splotches of the coating in their skin color on their boyfriend’s stubbled chin and pouted lips.

“So, uh, mind telling me what actually happened over here? ‘Cuz, Honey, you’re as pretty as a painting…given that it’s a painting my baby cousin can do, which I’m assuming isn’t what you were going for?” Guy asked, his full attention to his partner's make-up Frankenstein of a face.

The embarrassment rushed back to Honey tenfold but they masked it up with a shrug that looked timid regardless. “I dunno…there’s this event in the evening with my company and I just…wanted to try something new with my look. I-it's stupid. I started a lot earlier because I knew I’d need some time to learn but…I just can't get the hang of it!”

Sure, they know make-up isn’t all that easy to do but managing to tremendously fuck up something as seemingly simple as putting color on their face despite the amount of tutorials they’ve watched was just embarrassing to admit (especially to someone they’ve grown to care about what he thinks of them). They braced themself for more mocking laughter yet the teasing never came. Instead, they heard an excited gasp.

"Oh, I can do your makeup for you!"

…What?

"Uhm– I– You–?"

Guy picked up the wiped near Honey and started pulling a few from the already-opened plastic pack. The subtle clean scent of aloe vera wafted into their nostrils.

"I can do your make-up!" The man repeated happily, oblivious to Honey's quizzical stare. He gently grabbed their chin with one hand while the other one held the cleanser-soaked napkin inches closer to their cheek before he stopped and gazed into their eyes, "Can I?"

"Uh…Y-yeah. Sure." They felt their breath hitch at the sudden intimacy of the distance between them.

Guy beamed at that and started removing the product on their face but the confused expression never leaves it. He discarded the used wipes in the trash can under the vanity table and started sifting through their shopping spree's worth of cosmetics.

“I suggest you buy micellar water or cleansers instead of those wipes. They do a better job!”

“Uh, Guy?”

"Oh, you got this one! Yeah, I really like their formula, it doesn't feel too heavy on the skin. Well at least on my skin. Let me know if it doesn't feel comfy and–"

"Guy…"

"Woah, you got your shade just right with this one! Ah, but I think this brand oxidizes so the color might change–"

"Guy."

"Ooh, I haven’t seen this product before! Is this newly released or—”

"Guy!” Honey exclaimed, finally capturing their boyfriend’s ever-so-dwindling attention. “Babe. How…I mean, not that I'm doubting your skills or anything but–" 

By this time, Guy had already cleaned all of the makeup off from his partner and was now left with the face he was more used to seeing (and admiring).

"It's just…I've never seen you wear makeup. At all. Besides Halloween, I guess?”

The man simply grinned at that and continued rummaging through the cases of eyeshadows and face creams. “If you must know, a performer was moi!” 

“Oh, trust me, I'm familiar with your theatrics.”

“I’m just gonna pretend you meant that as a compliment,” He huffed, averting his gaze to the products that lay between them both. “Anyway, I did a lot of shows back then and, well, with constantly getting your face painted on, you pick up a few techniques, y'know? I even get to do my own makeup!”

The click and clatter of glass and plastic fills the room as Guy carefully examines each container with the same look he gets when he proofreads a revision of a script he made. It was almost weird to see how his eyes scanned the text of the labels and his habit of biting the inside of his cheek while focusing on the context other than the familiar blue light of his laptop.

“Got interested, asked my friends, then watched a few vids. I got to…’secretly borrow’ some of my mom's makeup to test out some looks.” The image of a teenage Guy experimenting with makeup much like what Honey was doing a while ago tickled their mind.

“But eh, college got in the way and I never really got the time to play around with some flashier makeup styles between delivering greasy ass pizzas and delivering exquisite screenplays that excite the mind and bewitch the heart.”

He held up a circular blush pot near a dumbfounded Honey. His eyes squinted with focus until he finally determined the blush matched their skin tone just fine. 

“Anyway, let's get some moisturizer to prep that cute face of yours!”

After Honey described what they wanted for their look, scrolled through Pinterest to get some inspiration, and watched a few more tutorials, the pair eventually got started with the process.

Guy put on an even layer of foundation, and concealer that he tried his best to match their skin, added contour, eyeshadow and blush according to the style they had requested, and painstakingly drew on some eyeliner (“Because everybody looks hotter with eyeliner!”). He had even let them try a few brush strokes of their own to get the feel of it.

Honey, on the other hand, felt like they were going to explode from the attention they’d been getting from him. Granted, they were no stranger to his affections yet something about the way he was so close—to the point where they could feel the warmth emanating from him, where the way his breath ghosts their neck made them tremble—it was a whole different experience.

The man added some finishing details to Honey’s face before announcing the final step: lipstick.

“Hm, let’s try these colors. Maybe it’s more your style.” He brought up a few plastic tubes with one hand closer to them, awaiting their input on his selection.

“Have you tried these brands before?”

“Uh, not really…I don’t think I’ve actually tried the liquid ones or the twisty ones. What’s the difference anyway? They both color your lips, right?”

Guy laughed at the sheer creativity of the nickname his partner had appointed to the lipsticks in his hand.  “Ah well, I’m glad you asked, Honey!”

He twisted up the matte tube and swiped the creamy formula on his lips, smacking them to spread it evenly. The color on his lips only emphasizes the smirk it formed, amused by the hitched breath Honey lets out as he gently cradled their face and brought it closer to his.

“Solid lipstick doesn't last long. See?” 

He demonstrated this by pressing his mouth on the back of his hand a few times to reveal pigmented marks against his skin. The man even gestured toward his face to show that the tint of the lipstick had significantly faded.

“Huh.” 

Honey was definitely studying his lips, alright. It formed into the same old smile they never got tired of, this time with its edges slightly smeared from what he had done moments ago. They were so entranced that they didn't even notice Guy reaching for a clear tube, this time twisting it to reveal an application wand with a different hue of the lipstick before, quickly applying it on his lightened lips.

“While liquid lipstick—” His quip breaks Honey’s lip-centered daydream and with a sudden movement, Guy pressed his colored lips gently against Honey's bare ones,  the latter letting out a quiet squeak that made the man eagerly press down harder. He slowly pulled away, close enough to have just an inch of space between their mouths.

“...Is kissproof!” 

He was right. Honey could see that Guy’s lips still looked the same with no sign of smudging or transferring of the product. Not that the efficiency of the lipstick is what’s on the forefront of their mind at the moment.

“O-oh,” their voice cracked rather pathetically but Guy only let out a laugh, holding up the twisted-up tube of the lipstick he first used near the other’s visibly quivering lips.

“Hm…now that I see it, I think the shade on the ‘twisty one’ fits your look better. Let’s use that!” 

A wide-eyed Honey simply nodded in response.

—

“...And then here’s your make-up bag, just in case you need to retouch! So, what do ya think? Stunning? Iconic? Gorgeous? Oh, oh! Pulchritudinous? Ehh?”

Honey turned to the vanity mirror for the first time in a while and gaped in the reflection. 

“It's…” They raised their hand, opting to feel their face before deciding otherwise as they realized it might waste all of their boyfriend’s hard work. Honey racked in every corner of their brain for a word to encompass the awe they’re in right now, wishing they had even just a fraction of Guy’s mind to express it in words. 

But for now, they’re just Honey—who isn’t particularly known for their expertise in saying what they mean and they settle for the answer they weren’t satisfied with at all.

“It’s pretty.” 

The person staring back at them looked so different yet still the same. It felt like looking at themselves from a different perspective. Pretty was hardly an adequate descriptor for what they were looking at but it’s all they could think about in their dazed state (the way their partner beamed at their compliment told them he didn’t mind).

“You’re the pretty one, hon! With or without make-up! I mean, c’mon! Look at that smile!”

That earned a wider smile from Honey with Guy giddily matching it.

“I’d have to thank my handsome make-up artist for that. He did such a wonderful job after all.” 

“How do you suppose you’ll do that then, Honey?”

This time, Honey was the one to surprise their lover with a kiss.

BONUS SCENE:

“Do you really have to go?” Guy whined though he already knew the answer. That didn’t stop him from snaking a hand around Honey’s waist, who was just leaving through the door of their shared apartment.

“Yes, Guy. I really have to, especially with how long you’ve been painting on my face, there’s a possibility I might get late,” they explained, giving him an apologetic look despite the scolding tone of their voice. 

“Well, who can blame me when my Honey’s looking absolutely ravishing,” He pulls Honey closer with his usual goofy smile, though this time they notice a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Besides, just a while ago it seems like you wanted your face to be painted with something else, ehh—mmph!”

Honey had cut him off by pressing their lips tenderly against his once more, eliciting a relaxed sigh from him. They pulled back to see a pouty expression plastered on Guy’s face.

“Fuck. Y-you’re enjoying that stunt way too much, it’s not fair!”

“I wasn’t the one that started it!”

“Fine, whatever!” Guy lamented loudly, complete with his hand clutching overdramatically on his chest. “Be like that, go to your party, then! See if I care!”

Honey just rolled their eyes with a smile. “One last goodbye kiss?” 

And how could he ever say no to that?

So after a quick peck on Guy’s cheek (maybe two or three more), Honey finally made their way out the door, leaving him a bit lightheaded than before. 

Despite his lovesick state, he was quick to make his way over to the couch and started setting up his game console connected to their T.V. Since his Honey would be out for most of the night, he decided to invite a friend over to play video games and kill some time.

Knock, knock. Ah, speak of the devil. “Jin! Come in, man!”

Guy swung the door open to reveal a man his age, carrying a paper bag full of chips on one arm and a game controller on the other. He set down the snacks on the second-hand coffee table before settling himself on the couch his friend was sitting on. 

“Sorry for being a little late, just had to do a few things. So, what game are we…Oh.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” “Dude. I think you should look at a mirror.” --

yes jin like one of guys friends that he plays with in that one hoodie video. with no voice line or anything at all. that jin. LMAO

anyway i rlly hope u enjoy this :")) i honestly dont think its my best work LMAO but eh! im here 2 have fun man,,, and this probably would be my last fic (atleast in a while but aughh idk if i'll be active again here HAHAJHAD) so yeah!! hope u liked it tysm have a good night/day!!

[haecien]

Check out the first post here!

As promised... here's the 2nd version/fic! I felt like it could be split up into two ideas! My first idea was in the first fic and so now your here in the 2nd fic hehe!!

A/n – i love skye for helping me again, absolutely a live saver go follow her!!!! </3 @/etherealyoungk (and nia too<33 your efforts r noticed <3 @/rubywonu ) if you see some grammatical errors or spelling mistakes please tell me! <3

Summary — You have always been cold to others, but once you got with svt you have been the absolute complete opposite to them, revealing a hidden side of you

This is when you just newly got into a relationship with them, your both just learning about each other and getting comfortable.

Was completely terrified of you and now they're shocked that you're this sweet to them

— Seungkwan, Jun , Hoshi & Joshua

These guys wernt exactly sure you two would even be friends at first, your status as a cold person scared them and you didn't exactly look all that approachable to them. But suprisingly you two got closer and closer and ended up being together, they were shocked when they noticed how sweet you were acting infront of them. You constantly reminding them that you love him, you caring so much about them just made them rethink everything about you.

Had a feeling this "cold" persona was a facade

— Jeonghan, Cheol, Wonwoo & Minghao

You're not completely fooling them... When they got to know you more they had a feeling you'd eventually break this "cold" and harsh persona And they were absolutely right (😭) , they actually didn't prefer if you were sweet or harsh to them. All they really care about is that they know you love them as much as you love them.

Absolutely dumb founded

— Mingyu, Dokyeom, Woozi, Dino, & Vernon

They were very slow to realize this change in your personality, but when you started to show them endless love and affection that's when they realized that you're an absolute sweet heart, they absolutely love this side of you. They become all giggly with you and they r just big sweethearts themselves ( 😣 )

Svt taglist — @slytherinshua , @woozvc , @weird-bookworm , @mayashu , @bangantokchy

[anawrites3]

Hey sweets! I wanna know about Wilson Alphas and true nightmares if it's not a bother ❤️

I'll! 🤣

Hey, love! And you’re never a bother, you know that!! 💕

Okay so Wilson Alphas is a story that I came up with accidentally with @poiverine – it’s about Joey and Slade courting omega Dick at the same time. Joey uses the proper modern way to court an omega, following rules and etiquette while Slade is doing it ‘the old way’. And that involves hunting 👀

It’s one of my absolute favorite wips and I wanna try to finish it soon, maybe after I’m finally done with comms. Me and polv talked about it here, here and posted a small wip here so you can check it out!

Let me show you my favorite moment hehe

There was so much blood on Slade. Thick trails of red ran down his arms, the white of shirt almost disappeared with how caked he was with it, especially on the back. Even his hair were adorned with blood, the loose strands that curled at his nape completely red because that’s where he put the deer to move it easier. Slade Wilson brought him a deer as a courting gift. One that he hunted himself. One that he carried to him on his back. One whose blood was now slowly dripping off Slade and onto Dick’s freshly cleaned floor. The smell of an aroused omega burst out into the room. Dick slammed a hand onto his scent gland, terrified, as Joey sent him outraged look. Slade, already satisfied with himself, rumbled loudly in approval. ‘You can’t be serious.’ Joey signed. The smirk on Slade’s lips turned into a grin. “I take courting seriously.” He shrugged, glancing over at the bouquet Joey brought Dick earlier. “It’s not my fault that you decided to follow those new stupid rules the society had established.” ‘You brought him a fucking dead deer!’ “I hunted him a deer.” Slade sent Dick a heated look. “And it worked just the way I knew it would.”

And “true nightmares” is another one of my favorites! I talked about it here but basically it’s a story where someone comes up with a toxin that shows you the worst outcome of what your life can become and every Robin in turn gets dosed with it at some point :3

A snippet for this one as well;

The man took his mask off, revealing long white hair and stormy blue eye, the other covered by black eyepatch. Dick couldn’t breathe. “B.” He chocked out. “B, B, B, B- I need to go- I need to- I can’t be here-” He was babbling, not even able to formulate a full sentence and he wasn’t sure if Bruce heard him because he couldn’t take his eyes off the man in front of him, not even for a second. Deathstroke watched him with a smirk, no doubt taking pleasure in seeing him so terrified but Dick wasn’t able to hide how he felt. Not when he knew that face. Not when the face of that man plagued his nightmares, sometimes even during the day when he simply closed his eyes. Because he- Deathstroke was the man he saw when dosed with the true nightmares toxin. Master. “What’s the matter?” Deathstroke drawled, taking a slow step closer. “Are you scared, little bird?” Dick could almost feel the heavy weight of his hand on his nape, squeezing as he leaned down to murmur in his ear. He could almost feel the gun, pushed into his hand and he had to wiggle his fingers to make sure there was nothing in it. It wasn’t real. It didn’t have to be real. “Leave him alone, Wilson.” Batman growled, stepping between them. Deathstroke eyed him as if he was a rock on his way before turning him full attention to Dick again. “Hmm. No.” He mused. “I don’t think so.” Dick took a step back. Then another. Then a few more, until he felt the edge of the rooftop digging into his feet through the boots. “B,” He stressed, voice barely louder than a whisper because his throat was clenched up so much. ‘Go’ Bruce signed behind his back and a second later he threw himself at Deathstroke. Dick knew how dangerous Deathstroke could be. Not only from the vision from the toxin but because they fought before. He knew that he was on Batman’s level, better than him because of his meta abilities and he always hated the thought of Bruce fighting him alone, without any kind of backup – even if Dick couldn’t do more against a man like Deathstroke. This time, Dick ran. He could hear Deathstroke’s laugh behind his back and preyed quietly that Bruce will occupy him for long enough that Dick would manage get away a safe distance and hide. The Gods didn’t listen.

Thank you for asking!! I'll!! 😂💕

Ask me about my wips!

[pinievsev]

pls make a lil xavier thorpe fluff moment, preferably maybe he's teaching the reader to paint and they get caught up with each other? hehe

Sure thing! <3

QUALITY TIME

Pairing: Xavier thorpe x gn!reader

Warnings: maybe some swear words, kissing, alot of fluff :]

It had been a long day at Nevermore Academy, you were assigned alot of homework and had the worse possible classes.

Right now, you were on your way to Xavier's 'personal art studio' as he called it. It was not that far from the academy building but far enough not to be noticed. It could be a pain to get to tho, jumping over branches and mud.

Finally, you made it. You knew Xavier was inside, he'd text you and told you he would be here after classes. You raised your fist to knock on the door, he'd said you didn't have to but you did anyways.

A few seconds later the door opened revealing a tired looking Xavier,his eyes looked dark and he had eyebags, he's hair was messily in a half up half down bun and his clothes full of paint. Your heart broke. "Hey" you said gently, fearing he'd break "hey.." he replied opening the door further for you to walk in. You gasped, there were paintings and drawings of the monster he's told you he has been seeing in his dreams everywhere. Your heart broke even more.

You stared at one painting, half finished still on the stand. It was like it was staring right back at you.

Xavier for some reason panicked "i- I'm sorry,here!" He grabbed a nearby sheet and covered it up "don't apologise" you tilted your head to the side looking up at him "have you slept at all..?" You asked your voice barely above a whisper. Xavier shook his head looking down "I am just... Scared to" you nodded even though he couldn't see you. You felt horrible, you wanted to help but didn't know how.

"maybe we should take your mind off of it!" You said after some thinking " what? How?" You looked around "show me how to paint" you said once again happily "seriously?" You only nodded and smiled at him "fine come here" he said placing a clean canvas on a stand, pulling you to stand Infront of it he stood behind you handing you a paint brush and holding your hand, his other arm hugging you around your middle as if he'd lose you. "Right so..." He started talking.

You stared up at him rumbling on and on, you zoned out. He looked at peace talking about something he loved. "Understand?" He tilted his head down to look at you. You just looked back "were you even listening to me?" He asked suspiciously "yeah." He narrowed his eyes "no you weren't" you turned to face him "yes, yes I was!" You protested "what did I say then" he asked. A smile starting to form on his lips "well...." You started but sighed in defeat "okay maybe I wasn't paying attention" he shook his head and raised his eyebrow "and why is that?" You smiled innocently "I found something more interesting to look at".

His smile widened hearing that "oh really?" "And what is that?" He leaned down a bit "not telling" he pulled you closer "pleaseee" you shook your head "nope" he moved even closer, your faces now mare inches apart "pretty please?" He playfully pouted, you stared into his eyes, "you" you whispered, a sudden wave of confidence washing ove you.

He didn't react to that but his eyes started to get glossy "Xavier?.." you asked "mhm?" "Are you okay?" He nodded closing the gap between you two into a gentle kiss. After you pulled back he smiled sadly at you his eyes roaming over your face "you make me happy you know that?" He asked and you smiled back "you do too..." You replied and kissed him again your arms around his neck, his behind your back. You actually helped.

Sorry if it was a little short and bad!

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[kindestofkings]

got a book for every situation

ryan mcmahon x reader

reader runs a bookstagram/bookclub but instead of just reading about love, until she meets a certain drummer...

authors note: guys i think i love ryan an unhealthy amount

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location: london!

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yourusername heyy guys sorry I've been kind of quiet on here but I've MOVED egh it's been v scary and hectic even though it was only from Dublin to London. don't worry tho bookstagram will stay alive !

hows everyone doing?! what are yee reading rn?

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bookfan1 wow city girl! I'm reading normal people at the moment :)

yourusername ik shaking things up hehe, also hope you're enjoying the heartbreaking miscommunication ... bookfan1 it is hard out here :(

bookfan2 no way I'm living in london ! lmk if you need any friends here xx

yourusername omg yes! I was thinking of starting a bookclub? thoughts? bookfan2 yes I'd so be down !! bookfan3 me too! I just moved here aswell

bookfan4 currently just buying books and not reading them

yourusername meee, expect I'm now broke from moving so I'm on a self-inflicted book ban 😔😔

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ryanmcmahon_15 get on your jogging shorts and pick up a brush

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inhalerfan1 ok artist 🥴

inhalerfan2 your bob ross era omg

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yourusername new city but same old hopeless romantic <3 maybe london will hold a romantic interest ?

also next months bookclub is organised so keep an eye out for my story with the dets 💗

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bookfan1 yayyy can't wait!!

bookfan2 omg getting closer to a face reveal by the day

yourusername 🤭🤭

yourbestie YOU COULD EASILY HAVE A ROMANTIC INTEREST IF YOU TEXTED THAT GUY ! (also come home I miss your bookclub)

yourusername ughh leave off it ! he was just being nice .. yourbestie oohh yeah he walked up to you at a bar, talked to you for a few and then gave you his number only because he was being nice... mmhmm bookfan2 omg text him what the hell! bookfan3 this is the stuff of books! bookfan2 is he cute?? yourusername ahahha yes. and fineeee I'll text him 😅 terrifying😅

ryanmcmahon_15 added to his story!

location: london!

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bobbyskeetz ehhhhh what do we have here??

joshjennkinson_ IS THAT THE GIRL FROM THE BAR !!!

↳ ryanmcmahon_15 it might me yes 🤭

inhalerfan1 ryannnn okay cheater !

yourusername posted on their story!

location: national gallery!

fear I'm terrible date company, but in my defence there was stuff to read EVERYWHERE

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yourbestie WE DONT CARE ABOUT THE PLAQUE HOW WAS THE DATE !!!!

↳ it was so good, he was the sweetest and really into art and and is really passionate about music and and and he was just really pretty ...

↳ yourbestie omg girlllll you are hung UP

ryanmcmahon_15 great company* lets not lie

↳ ahhh have you not made me blush enough this month !

bookfan1 stop you are slay, he's so lucky for your company !

joshjenkinson_,bobbyskeetz and elijahhewson just followed you!

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yourusername happy 9 months to my pride and joy, our book club <3

your support has meant to me and has supported my reading addiction, big MWAH !

I've met so many new friends, insanely made it onto three publishing houses pr list?!?!? and got a job all through this little bookstagram. you all are the best xx

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bookfan1 wooow we love a successful queen !

bookfan2 reading is sooo hot and sooo slay

bookfan3 is that a book bouquet? and a pic taken by someone else???

yourusername mwhahah eagled eye youuuu. also HOW cute is the bouquet ! (liked by ryanmcmahon_15)

inhalerfan1 high key why did all the band follow a random bookstagram?

inhalerfan2 shes irish living in london, maybe they're friends from home?? inhalerfan3 but then they'd already follow her tho

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yourusername dating a musician means one thing... associating tunes with books !!!

(also getting your oranges peeled for you 😭😭)

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yourbestie y'all are adorable, I love <3

bookfan1 he seems so sweet !

ryanmcmahon_15 you forgot forcing people to listen to lana del ray...

yourusername oh yeah !! how could I forget that I'm bettering the lives of others :))) bobbyskeetz he does be humming let the light in constantly. yourusername awhhh too soft for it

inhalerfan1 ooohhh is she dating ryan !?

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yourusername ugh sick with love, but he reads my favourite books and instead of annotations he paints them 🥹

also tickets for next month's book club are out this sundayyyyy ! Xx

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inhalerfan1 omg boyfriend ryan is everything

joshjenkinson_ ryan being in his bookworm era has the tour bus kinda quiet

bookfan1 sooo invested in your relationship , also have the alarm set for the tickets !

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ryanmcmahon_15 black and white is owned by lewevans btw

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yourusername being really cool is owned by you btw

joshjenkinson_ 2/3 pics you're reading, yourusername your power is unmatched 🤭

elijahhewson reading era

inhalerfan1 hahaha ugh I love them your honour

lewevans 🖤 🤍

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gorgeous boy <;3

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ryanmcmahon_15 love you ❤️

↳ LOVE YOU MORE

inhalerfan1 im so so jealous of you

bookfan1 when are you writing a book about your love story ??

↳ hahhaha omg imagine ! dont tempt me..

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location: new york new york!

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yourusername yeah my boyfriends pretty cool but he's not as cool as

THE BOOKSTORE THAT I FOUND WHICH SELLS BOOKS AND PICKLES !!!

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bobbyskeetz meeeee, im a brooklyn babyyyy

yourusername you get me.

yourbestie you are SO cool

bookfan1 wait I need all the details ??

yourusername it was the cutiest little secondhand bookshop in the lower east side of manhattan but they also make their own pickles

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[milkywayhou]

20 and 10 for the asks <3 <3

HEY TORTA!! <3 <3

GASPP I'M GLAD YOU'RE ASKING ABOUT HER HAHAH. SORRY IF I'M TAKE LONG TIME TO ANSWER IT! :((

10.What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with her?

Ohh boy. You wouldn't believe how much Alternative Universe I made for her. A few AU I remember is her original Universe - Which she was an AI Android with grey motivation and past, and the setting was in post-apocalyptic world where half of the living creature on earth was dead after some incidents. And I kinda used her as an character in my Harry Potter roleplay (she is a villain-)

I'm also currently working on my own AU with her and König as the character hehe.

The first one I guess you already know ;)

An immortal necromancer with her undead knight. This one was inspired by Mili song "Ga1ahad and Scientific Witchery"

So I can see you again

So I can kill you again -both

My brains accelerate -Knight

And I'll -Witch Reassemble you again -both

I appreciate your thoughts

But you've given me too much to tolerate -Knight

I've done so much for you

But you treat me this way -Witch

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For the second AU is kinda dark (?) I never finished the plot and it was inspired by x0o0x song "冥路"

The plot is about a youtuber/influencer that like to visit abandonment place and she went into a rural area to document an old left base even though there's so much rumour about many people get disappear after they visit that building.

I have a rough scenario about this in my note haha, but i guess I'll still change it later

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The crumbling ruins of the old military base had long been a subject of rumor and mystery in the remote countryside. Some said it was haunted by ghosts of fallen soldiers. Others claimed a feral beast lurked within, preying on trespassers.

Only the bravest of explorers dared venture through the rusting gates under cover of night. None who entered were ever seen again.

As a streamer, You had made a name for yourself documenting adventures through allegedly haunted locations. When word of the abandoned base reached you, you simply had to investigate. Alone and after sunset, you slipped into the decrepit compound, camera rolling as you narrated in hushed tones.

The first few buildings revealed nothing but dust and debris. As You rounded a dark corner, a figure emerged from the shadows - a tall, broad man in tattered military fatigues, eyeing your camera with a hollow gaze.

"Hello...I didn't expect to find anyone out here. I'm just exploring, I'll be on my way--"

He seized your wrist in an iron grip. Close up, you noticed scars criss-crossing his stubbled face, and something feral in his deadened eyes.

"No one trespasses here. You'll stay." His voice rasped as if disused. Your heart raced, trying to calmly reason with the unstable veteran. But he merely dragged you deeper into the ruins, to a cellar door opening with a rusty squeal.

Down the creaking stairs, You glimpsed your end - a grimy room filled with remnants of those who came before. Your streaming career would end here, in this hell of a madman's making. Unless you could somehow find a way to escape...or turn the tables on your captor

Don't worry, I'll take care of you-

20.Does she have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does she manifest?

Having lost so much control over life's cruelties, Snow guarded jealously what few joys remained in her tattered grasp.

Seeing peers bond closer stirred resentment's bitter tang, irrational logic insisting such intimacy mocked her inability to let down walls. She masked unease through charming jabs, joking any togetherness risked "stealing" one another from her orbit alone.

Less obvious, loneliness twisted innocent acts into perceived betrayals. If comrades gathered without her, paranoid logic conjured conspiracies against fractured minds too tired to fight shadows alone. Jealousy twisted friendships strained by her own detachment into fresh grudges deepening already cavernous isolation.

But she will still outwardly smiled through turmoil reminding she chose this path herself through walls erected in desperation's bid for survival this far. Envy remained her dirty secret, lest it brand weakness compromising years constructing impenetrable facades of resilience and control leaving none suspecting festering loneliness beneath.

[brighteststar707]

Hi-ho! I'm sending you a virtual blog anniversary cake to celebrate what an amazing human you are 🎂 No, actually, take two: 🎂🎂 A cake for every year. Happy two years! Seeing your posts on my dash and talking with you always puts a smile on my face, and I'm sure I'm not alone in this, hehe. Thank you for being here, Faye! That's all I gotta say 🤭

And for the event I'd like to throw you a fun little wildcard that is Unknown + admiring them from afar ! 👀 Lots of interesting ways to take this combination, so I hope you have fun with this promt <3

Miaaa thank you for the cakes 🎂🎂, I will treasure them <3 And thank you for your lovely message, I have come back to it in my inbox whenever I needed a pick-me-up, you're so kind. Thank you for being here, I'm so grateful to have gotten to know you!

Also, a final thank you for this request, it was a fun change from the romantic things I've been writing lately hehe

I hope you enjoy <333

Admiring Them From Afar

✦ Unknown x fem!MC

✦ Words: 1424

✦ Warning: stalking

The first time he sees her, she’s little more than a blurry silhouette on a CCTV feed. The shop she's in clearly hasn’t updated their cameras in a while and now Unknown is paying the price for it. If he had the time, he’d disable them completely so that these could be replaced.

He wasn't sure what to expect from seeing her in real time for the first time. He has been preparing for this for a long time, charting out her schedule and average movements throughout the day. It took him a lot of time to pick her out of a pool of other potential candidates and even longer to catch her on camera. The surveillance room is a mess of discarded food trays and uncapped painkiller bottles. He is folded into his chair in the only way that doesn't make his back ache for now. He has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

When the door swings open to reveal her, a strange bubble of anticipation rises in his chest. He instinctively hunches closer to the screen (despite his dry eyes) to try and get a better look at her.

He had memorised her features through the pictures she shared on social media (how foolish of her) so it wasn’t hard for him to fill in the blurry gaps in the footage for himself. Even if he couldn’t see her face, he could almost see the smile she was probably giving the cashier as she paid for her products. That look of naive happiness was one the Saviour had claimed would make her a very good candidate for their mission. He wasn’t sure if he agreed at first, but of course, he has come to agree with the Saviour wholeheartedly.

There was something unsettling about that smile. How easily it came to her, the way she seemed to light up from within. It made Unknown almost uncomfortable to look at her pictures for too long. He'd get hot and start wondering strange things like whether she'd smile at him like that when he finally brought her back to Mint Eye with him. Would salvation take that easy happiness from her?

For the next few days, he follows her around through camera footage. It’s a lot more intensive research than was expected of him, but something compels him to stay at the screen. He leans in closer every time she appears, hunched over the desk so as to not miss a single moment. If this mission is going to be a success, he needs to know everything there is to know about her.

And he is learning every day. He knows the way she walks, swinging whatever she’s holding lightly with each step. He knows that when she’s asked to wait, she bounces a little impatiently on her heels. She tilts her head to the side when she’s asked a question and her shoulders always creep up a little when she’s talking to servers and cashiers.

He knows that she has friends, but none close enough to join her on most of her trips throughout the day, and certainly no partners. Besides needing her to be as unattached as possible for the mission, the fact that nobody else is with her as often as he is satisfies him for reasons he doesn't like to dig into.

The more he learns, the less he enjoys following her around through the cameras. He wants more, more than the grainy footage can provide him.

His back aches from all the time he spends stuck behind his desk. His eyes hurt and it has all become too repetitive for him. He is sick of listening for a voice he cannot hear and expressions he has to make up for himself.

On the few occasions he stepped away to rest, she haunted him there, a figure he knows by heart with a face that never comes into focus.

He one day impulsively decides to phone her, just to fill in another blank he has grown to hate. He doesn’t have a script planned, he doesn’t even really expect her to pick up.

But she does (really, he couldn't have picked a better candidate).

Her voice is bright and lively, he can hear the bustle of people around her. He can see, through the feed, her fiddling with the end of her hair.

“Hello?”

His voice gets stuck in his throat. He suddenly gets hot and has to stand up from his desk to start pacing to get rid of this strange, nervous energy.

He doesn’t know what to say.

He wants to tell her that the person behind her in line is standing too close and she should say something. He wants to tell her that she should get a thicker coat because the weather is turning and there is rain forecasted. He wants to tell her to point her face at the light so he can see her face properly for once.

He doesn’t say any of these things. His breath catches in his throat and he hangs up in a panic. She stares down at her phone screen for a few seconds before moving on from the whole incident.

It puts him in a bad mood for the next week. He can hear the curiosity in her voice every time he watches her interact with someone else. He can’t leave the screens unattended for even a second. Something might happen.

Eventually, he gets leave from the Saviour to leave Magenta in the name of their mission. She is feeling more generous than usual thanks to the extensive information he has gathered for her.

He spends a lot of time planning what to bring with him. Where to wait. He needs to watch her from close by without raising suspicion.

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The wig he has pulled on itches terribly, it takes all his strength to not rip it off in the middle of this café. The server keeps eyeing him to see if he wants to order something else, but his coffee is still only half-finished. He has already been sitting there for half an hour. She’s running late.

Trust her to break her schedule the day he doesn’t have access to his screens. He has been debating giving up and leaving but something is keeping him glued there.

He hasn’t been around this many people in a very long time. He has been listening to their conversations, lively like he hasn’t ever heard before. They detail lives he couldn’t even begin to imagine. Classes and friend groups and failed dates.

The outside world is strange.

Then, the little bell on the door chimes again and there she is. In the flesh, coat pulled around herself tightly, hat pulled down over her ears. He could recognise her anywhere. He has to fight the instinct to jump up from his chair and go right up to her.

He can hear her voice from here. She orders a coffee (the same one he got) and takes her time picking a pastry from the case. She smiles at the waitress and bounces a little as she waits to pick up her order. He knows he's staring, but he doesn't care if anyone notices.

For the first time, he can see the details he had been missing before. The way the light hits her hair and makes it shine and the pink apples of her cheeks from the cold. And her expression. Eyes unfocused like she has drifted off into a dream while she waits for her order. Fingers idly tapping against her hip, smiling somewhat serenely.

Still completely unaware of Unknown and how far he has come for her.

When her order's ready, she quickly springs back to life and smiles at her server (better than any picture could capture) before collecting her things and turning to leave the shop again. Unknown has to force himself to sit for another second before leaving after her. He's lucky he knows her route home by heart, or he might have lost her.

He is pleased with himself, this little outing of his has made up his mind. He simply cannot allow her to be the one to deal with the liars of the RFA. There is something about her that is too valuable to be wasted on such task. The Saviour will see it too, he knows she will.

He quickens his pace, keeping her just in his line of sight. He will not be returning back without her tonight.

[dannystheone]

uhhuhhh c can u do a lee!tweek n ler!craig drabble pls… one where tweek is being insecure about “how much of a mess he is” n craig is like “dude if u say one more thing bad about yourself i’m going to tickle the shit outta you”

Sure dude! I kinda thought long and hard about this one (hehe) but I hope you like it :)

Starlight (Lee Tweek/Ler Craig)

WARNINGS: Teenagers swearing, bad self-talk (they're aged up)

Tweek had a bad day and is feeling insecure about himself. Craig puts a smile on his boyfriend's face to cheer him up <3

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Coffee spilled.

Clothes stained.

Textbooks dropped.

Awarded detention.

Cried in an empty bathroom after school.

Yeah, it was a bad day for the books.

Tweek Tweak sat on his rooftop, the sky a pink and blue hue on the horizon. Trees and mountains outlined the skyline darkly as the sun set behind the clouds. Tweek held his cheek in his hand with his knees tucked under his chin. He held his button-up closer around his body as the chill of the upcoming night crept up on him.

The events of the day kept replaying in his mind. How could he fuck up so badly over and over again? Was he just a screw-up in general? Was it just a bad day? But it seemed these bad days were getting closer and closer in succession. Tweek winked in thought as he heard a noise from behind him.

A dusty window slid open to reveal a light-skinned boy with a blue hat on the other side of the pane. "Tweek? Are you up here? Oh, there you are." Craig Tucker stepped through Tweek's small window, wearing a backpack and carrying a speaker. Circles by Post Malone started to play softly in the background.

Tweek threw up a few fingers to acknowledge Craig but didn't say anything to greet him. Craig plopped next to Tweek in a huff and gave him a big side hug.

"Mmm, how are you, honey? I didn't see you at school today." Craig asked while releasing him of the hug. Tweek shrugged and looked out to the horizon instead of answering. Craig's face narrowed as Tweek held onto the material of his own sleeve.

"Tweek? You okay?" Craig scooted in closer to Tweek and put his arm around his shoulders. Tweek breathed out and slowly accepted Craig's hold. He slid into Craig's side and nestled in.

"Bad day today?" Craig asked. Tweek nodded somberly. "You wanna talk about it?" Tweek swallowed as he hugged his knees closer to his chest.

"I- urgh...I don't know where to start-" Craig held Tweek's shoulder and rubbed it gently to soothe him.

"It's okay, take your time, honey," Craig reassured Tweek. Tweek nodded numbly as he held onto a piece of his hair to calm himself.

"Gah...it was just a bad day. Everything seemed to go to shit and nothing went right, and Mr. Garrison said I was being disruptive in class but I was literally just fucking sitting there, and I swear to God if I have to deal with detention again I'm gonna fucking scream-" Tweek's fists curled as his body started shaking in anxiety. Craig rubbed over Tweek's back to try and calm him down.

"Tweek, Tweek it's okay. Relax-" Tweek shook off Craig's arms around his shoulders and held the sides of his head as if to stave off a headache.

"No I don't wanna fucking relax, Craig. Why does everything have to go to shit whenever I'm around? Everything I do or say or get involved with always has a fucking consequence! It's always my fault, it's always the tweaked-out fuck-up. Why am I such a fucking mess?" Tweek questioned. He turned to Craig for an answer, but Craig had nothing to say. Craig watched him with dark eyes.

"I just...would it kill me to be normal? Or to have a normal fucking day? I have to knock something over or break something or spill something or tear my clothes or worry my parents or freak out about something with a simple solution! Why can't..." Tweek breathed out as he looked out to the horizon once more.

When Tweek didn't finish his sentence, Craig inched closer to him and interlaced their pinkies. Tweek looked down at their linked fingers with a trace of a smile.

"Tweek, honey, it's okay. We all have things that we go through. Simple tasks aren't simple for everyone. If they were, the world would be a much better place. You know I have to put up reminders everywhere just to drink water and brush my teeth cause I forget all the time. Those things are easy for you to remember, right?" Craig encouraged. Tweek shook his head and rested his cheek in his opposite hand.

"Ack...Craig...it's not that I don't remember to do stuff or do stuff incorrectly. I...urk...I fuck up stuff. Constantly. I was just made as a fuck-up, you know?" Craig started to get upset at Tweek calling himself a fuck-up.

"No, I don't know. Stop calling yourself a fuck-up, dude. It's not true." Craig turned to Tweek fully while Tweek refused to look at his boyfriend.

"But it is true. I'm just a huge mess. I don't know where you get the patience to deal with a screwup like me." Craig's jaw set as he let go of Tweek's pinky and pointed a finger at him.

"Dude you say that again and I'm gonna fucking kill you. You hear me?" Craig steamed. Tweek gave his boyfriend a sideways glance and shrugged.

"'S'true. Urgh... I just screw up and mess up everyone's lives around me. Sorry you have to-" Tweek cut himself off as he sputtered and jolted. Fingers wormed into his sides and started curling into the skin. Tweek bucked and started squirming on the rooftop as he giggled out.

"C-Crahahaig! Wh-What the fuhuhuhuck?!" Tweek called out. His eyes narrowed in laughter as Craig scribbled his fingers up and down Tweek's sides without mercy.

"What did I tell you, Tweek? I said if you didn't cut it out I was gonna kill you." Craig said in his monotone voice. Tweek pushed at Craig's hands, his shoulders jumping in his giggles.

"Pffft- Fuhuhuhuck ohohohoff ahahahasshole!" Tweek's jeaned leg kicked out as Craig's ringed fingers scritched up in his ribs and down to his hips. He's been tickling him since the fourth grade, so he knew exactly where to target.

"'Asshole', huh? Okay. I'm such a huge fucking asshole I'll keep this up no matter how much you beg. How's that for an asshole?" Craig asked. Tweek shook his head as his smile grew larger on his face. Tweek held Craig's wrists to try and control their movements. He was pretty strong, as previously established, so it was pretty effective against Craig. But his body was mostly overcome with giggles.

"NoHOhoho! Let gohohoho!" Tweek leaned back on his rooftop, Craig's fingers overtaking Tweek's lower sides and hips. Craig couldn't get Tweek from around his waist while Tweek was laying down, so Craig took both his hands and started tickling from above.

"Uhh...no. I'm not stopping until you admit you're not a fuck-up." Craig announced, his little puffballs on his hat dangling above Tweek's eyes. Tweek's hips bucked as Craig started squeezing his fingers in his tummy.

"NoHOHOHO!! I'm nohohohot dohohohoing thahahahat!!" Tweek's eyes screwed shut in his laughs. It seemed over his belly button was especially bad. Craig mentally cataloged that for later.

"Fine, then every time you refuse to say what I want you to say for the tickling to stop, I'm gonna add to it. So now you have to admit you're not a fuck-up, and you're not a mess." Craig stated. His hands stuffed up into Tweek's underarms and scribbled into the hollows. Tweek's head tossed back as he kicked out in protest.

"GAH-hahahahaha! Screhehehew ohohohohoff!" Tweek threw up a weak middle finger before immediately shooting his elbow down to protect himself. Craig feigned a fake offended gasp as his fingers stilled for a moment. Tweek breathed in deeply as Craig put his hands on his hips.

"So it's gonna be like that, huh? Fine Tweek, you asked for it." Tweek started giggling out of anticipation as he put his hands up in front of him.

"Noohoho Craihaig! Leheave me alohohone man!" Craig took hold of Tweek's hands and pulled him in. Craig put Tweek in a tight bear hug and started blowing small raspberries into his ear. Tweek burst out into light-hearted giggles as he started pulling and squirming in Craig's hold.

"CraHAHAHAIG!! STOHOHOP stohohop stop stop!" Tweek's hands curled tightly as Craig gave his ear and the side of his neck flurries of consistent tickly kisses.

"No. Now I want you to say that you're not a fuck-up, you're not a mess, and you love yourself. I'll wait." Craig declared, and went back to his tingly tickly kisses. Tweek shook his head as he continued to laugh out, so Craig upped the anty.

"I swehehear Crahahaig! I swehehear to- GAHAHAHAD!! Stohohohop thahahahat!!" Tweek began to twist and jump in Craig's hold as Craig kissed up and down Tweek's ear and neck while scribbling over his side with his hand. Tweek cried out as he slowly leaned back onto the rooftop and squirmed all over the tiles.

"Go ahead and say it, Tweek. You want it to be over right? Or I can just keep going. Whatever you want." How could Craig be so damn teasy with that monotone voice? Tweek tried burying his ear in his shoulder, but Craig was quick to keep track of him.

"ACK! Okahahahay okay! I-hehehehe! I'm nahahahat ahahaha fuhuhuck- STOHOhohohop!" Tweek laughed and wriggled in Craig's hold. Craig laid Tweek down fully on the rooftop and laid down next to him with his hand over his belly. Craig felt Tweek breathe in and giggle gently underneath him.

"Ugh...I hehe- I'm not a fuck-up, I'm not a mess. Huhh...and I love myself." Tweek's cheeks burned from the earlier laughter he belted out. Craig folded his arm under Tweek's head to serve as a pillow while they lay on the rooftop. Tweek begrudgingly accepted.

"And you mean it? Truly?" Craig asked. Tweek fidgeted with his fingers while he thought.

"I don't...urgh. I don't know, Craig. I don't know what you see in me, honestly. I just said it so it would stop." Craig breathed in deeply as he thought of what to say.

"Tweek, I 'deal' with you because you're my absolute everything, honey. You're...you're my starlight. Starlight isn't perfect or imperfect, it just...is. But it's a beautiful phenomenon despite the fact." The night cascaded around the boys, the pink and blue sunset giving way to the star-filled sky. Tweek looked up to Craig as Craig propped himself up on one elbow as Chanel from Frank Ocean played on the speaker behind them.

"Just like you. You're not gonna be the most perfect at simple tasks or an orderly routine, it's just how you are. But then, who is, right?" Craig suggested. Tweek rolled his eyes jokingly.

"Gee, thanks." Tweek snickered. Craig bat Tweek's shoulder to shush him.

"If I can finish, please. I still think you're handsome, you're funny, you understand me and I understand you. You've been my best friend and my boyfriend for about seven years now. No amount of how many times you spill or break something is ever going to change that. And if you need more help in your routine so you can have a smoother day, you can just tell me. I'm always going to be here for you, no matter what." Tweek's eyes welled up with tears as his fingers curled into Craig's arm.

"You mean it?" Tweek asked.

"Truly," Craig responded.

"Thank you, Craig. Seriously."

"Of course, honey."

The two boys shared a long and much-needed kiss on the rooftop, filled with all their combined love and passion for each other. Under the starlight.

[yeonjun4beagles]

everyone’s always talkin about him fuckin u while ur wearing a dress..but thoughts on him fuckin u while HE’S wearing a dress? maybe one that unbuttons or unzips from the front?

i know what he posted on ig today is technically a rain jacket but ykwim 🤭

AAAAAAAAA IM SCREAMING yk what one thing about yeonjun that he's never gonna tell a single soul is that the reason he wears dresses, aside from that he's a fashionista, is that for easy access, for you, that is 😏

it's from the way he knows how much it turns you on when his thighs get exposed a little when he sits down, the hem riding a little, revealing his plush skin, the one you love to mark everytime you're going down on him, biting and kissing his skin. sometimes, he even intentionally wears them knowing your marks would show a little everytime he moves, walking around proudly.

when he sat down next to you, purposely lifting his dress up, the hem covering barely just enough, before taking your hand and resting it on his thigh, you just know your man is on to some shit. "jjun, what are you doing?", you harshly whispered, trying to cover your embarassment, eventhough your flushed face is giving it away. grinning, yeonjun turned his head to you and rested it on his hand. "hm? don't you think i look pretty today, princess? i'm wearing this just for you today", yeonjun said, his other hand inching your hand upwards, dangerously close to his hardening member. god, just seeing you all hot and bothered for him already got him turned on so much.

you sucked in a sharp breath at how close your hand is to his crotch, how smooth his skin feels under your palm, how his long hair is sculpting his face just perfect, how much you wanna bite his pretty, pink, plush lips– fuck, you can feel yourself drooling in both your upper and lower lips. "jjun, you're not funny, people will see!", you scolded him, your eyes signaling to the staffs across the room, who has no idea what was going on under the table. "really, princess? then why are your hand still on my thigh, hm?", yeonjun smirked, inching his face closer to yours, blowing air to your parted lips.

yeonjun then swiftly took your hand, sliding it under the hem on his dress and putting it directly on his crotch, this sly man. "feel what you're doing to me, princess. heck, you're not even doing anything to me yet i'm this hard for you~", yeonjun muttered, his head now tilted at your neck, peppering wet kisses. "hngh, jjun- the staffs- god, jjun", you whined, unable to form sentences, your hand slowly massaging his hardened cock. "what about the staffs, my princess? what will they say if they know what you're doing to me, hm? my dirty princess", yeonjun teased you, biting your neck, eliciting a strangled moan from you which caught the attention of the staffs.

"y/n, are you okay?", one of the staffs asked. "y-yeah, there was just a bug on my neck, right, jjunie?", you stammered, retreating your hand from yeonjun's crotch. "mhmm yea, but it flew away, i guess", yeonjun answered, a knowing smirk plastered on his lips.

"come, princess, how about we take this somewhere else?", yeonjun stood up, taking your hand in his, probably off to one of the empty fitting rooms.

a/n: EEEEEEKKKKK THIS WAS A LOT OF TEASING I JUST CANT 😭 this wasnt exactly him fucking you in a dress but him being a tease is just flooding my head im sorry JDBSKLZJQA 🥲 jjunie in a dress is my weakness, the day he wears a short dress or a miniskirt is the day i will lose my sanity i swear 😵‍💫 and thankyou for requesting!! hehe feedbacks and reblogs are appreciated~ and dont hesitate to send in more asks!! <3

[many-gay-magpies]

WIP/word game

tagged by @babyseraphim! thank you lovely ^^ i love games like this hehe <3

Rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word. my word was SOUL

S - From a (nearly finished!) mildly spicy and entirely self-indulgent Payneland oneshot :>

Still, it is difficult.

They’ve both gone quiet now. Charles is watching the window, eyes bouncing back and forth across the familiar scene of a London evening, and Edwin is watching Charles; taking in his pocketed hands, distant eyes, and the minuscule tightness of his jaw.

O - From a currently simmering Crystal character study I started a while back, exploring her as an artist and her friendship with Niko.

“Oh my gosh, Crystal!” [Niko] exclaims, reaching forward, pausing mid-air, then carefully taking the paper into her hands when Crystal presses it closer in offering. “This is amazing! How did you do this?”

U - From my first full-fledged casefic, originally conceived for Painlandweek until it spiraled completely out of control. Fairly recently post-canon; Crystal, Edwin, and Charles investigate a witch’s house, where several ghosts have disappeared to without a trace.

Unfortunately, that did nothing to sway Crystal.

“You didn’t have me before,” she said. “It might have been fine for you guys to risk your asses when the only asses you had to save were each others’, but I’m here now. And I’m not gonna risk losing you two to an evil witch just because your self-preservation skills are shit.”

L - I couldn’t find any sentences starting with L in my more recent WIPs (and also I ran out of DBD WIPs), so here’s one from the first draft of a Merlin fic I have yet to do my desired rewrite of. The premise is that Arthur gets cursed to see Merlin’s dreams, and basically all of the reveals ensue. It’s not outright romantic, but like, it’s not romantic in the same way that canon Merthur isn’t romantic, so. Still pretty fucking gay

"Lifting the curse should be thanks enough," Arthur answered, but he was smiling and thinking, Your joy is thanks enough. He thought he might have been able to face treason a dozen times if it kept that smile on Merlin’s face.

The word I choose is: DAWN

I tag: @blusandbirds @edwinspaynes and any other writers who see this and want to participate! consider yourselves tagged by me <3

i need to get to know more writers augh. if any of y’all out there are secretly writers and im not aware of it yet and you want me to be, please inform me

[drunkonimagination]

I'm sending this on anon because I'm embarrassed to be nice on main, but we're mutuals lol and i just want you to know that, in my opinion, your art is 1000x better than Cassandra Jean's lol I just... love your warm, cute style? And you draw Thomas and Alastair just as I imagine them? That's all lol

anon.

AHHHHHH????!?!!?!!! 😭

first. omg are we mutuals?? pls pls don't be embarrassed and feel free to reveal yourself in the future!! <3 asks like this mean everything to me, everything. especially right now (i'm feeling a bit down bc of uni, exams, etc.), so thank you so so much <333

second. did you just compare my silly little art to cassandra jean's??? like for real????? oh. my. god. what can i say...everyone has their preferences in terms of art-style (i have too ofc) and the fact that you like mine even more than the official tsc artist's style is....woah. thank???? you??? so????? much???? i'm so flattered rn 😭💕

omg i'm so glad about that, warm and cute vibes is really what i'm trying to convey all the time here!!! and you can't possibly think that my tom and alastair are just like you imagine them....no way. *screams internally for a good five minutes* that's one of the greatest compliments i've ever received. thank you 😭

btw yess!! i got which post you are talking about!! (this one i think jsjs) and about that, i personally like cj style a lot (especially in terms of colours and composition) and i must say that among all the official artworks we had over the last three years cj's illustrations are definitely the ones i like the most and that get closer to the image of the characters i have in my head! (even though, for instance, i prefer when she draws thomas with longer and messier hair rather than spiky and super short, just like in the postcards she made for the choi release!! i loved those ahhhhh)....so that's why i desperately want more cj drawings 😭

but thank you so so much, i gladly accept the compliment (i still can't believe you said that *screams*) and i'll definitely draw more thomastair in the future (i have so many plans hehe) 😭🙏🏻✨

[jalapenobee]

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#how could anyone do that? you’re forcing someone to something they’re not comfortable with

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I would love to see Klance on a fall walk, eating Halloween candy

Extra candy

“Lance, no.”

“Lance, yes.”

“You’re not allowed to have any more candy! You passed out from a sugar rush yesterday!”

It was the first day of November, and because Lance treasures all the first-day-of-the-months, he dragged Keith along with him for an evening walk.

Unfortunately, the Lambrechts down the street always buy too much candy for Halloween, and end up not knowing what to do with it. That leads to them leaving a bowl of it on their doorstep with a note that says “Extra candy. Free to take!”

Lance saw that. And ran to it.

The second Lance turned and bolted for the Lambrecht’s door, Keith knew why he was running. He had to stop him, because, well, no one wants to deal with a Lance that was at least three times more energetic than usual.

So Keith ran after him. But by the time he was there, Lance had already unwrapped a mini snickers bar. Keith sighed.

“Lance, don’t you dare take a bite.”

“What are you gonna do? Eat it yourself?”

“Well, I, um, maybe! Hey!”

And the snickers bar was gone. Lance turned to grab another handful of candy and shoved it in his pocket. “I’ll share if you let me have it.”

Keith groaned. “Fine. Did you get any M&M’s?”

I chose M&M’s for a specific reason that will be revealed in a fic that’s coming farther down the road hehe…

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37 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

#4

Dreams

Keith sat up in his bed at 1 in the morning. Why? Because of Lance. He was going to appear any second now, Keith knew it. And honestly, he couldn’t wait for the Cuban to show up.

After a particularly hard battle, the paladins of Voltron were getting ready to sleep on a foreign planet while the lions and castle recharged. Keith couldn’t sleep, so he sat on top of the red lion (yes, I like to ignore the lion switch) and watched for any danger.

He was staring off at the stars when he heard a strange rustling noise coming from below. He got on his knees and crawled to the edge of the lion and looked down, but he couldn’t see anything. So, grabbing his bayard, he descended the lion to scout out.

The noise was gone.

And then behind him.

Keith whipped around, aiming his sword at a shadow that he couldn’t really make out (pfft). He scowled.

“Identify yourself.”

“Jeez, calm down Mullet. It’s only me.” Lance was standing there, his hair messy and his eyes still held that dazed, tired look.

“Thank god. I thought it was something dangerous.”

Keith lowered his bayard and Lance rolled his eyes, stepping closer. “You know, Pidge said that same thing to me in a dream once.”

“You dream about Pidge?”

“I don’t know. I helped her with some stuff earlier that day, so yeah.”

“What else do you dream about?”

So Lance started telling Keith about his dreams, like the one where Slav took on the body of a talking dog, or the one where Keith was stabbing a shark and then kissed him (but he didn’t mention that last part).

Lance then burst into Keith’s room, a huge smile on his face. “I think I just had the best dream ever.”

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41 notes - Posted September 22, 2022

#3

took me way too long to find this Picrew lol

Tagging: @viv-is-a-clown @the-kittens-of-vol-tron @one-and-lonely16 @klance-daydreams

43 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#2

Almost thanksgiving what r u guys thankful for

82 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

M&M’s

“One at a time! Wait your turn!”

“No way! I reached for it first!”

“Calm your mullet! I bought it!”

“You can’t call me mullet! That’s Lance’s job!”

“I didn’t call you mullet, I said calm your mullet.”

Shiro and Keith were fighting over a (really small) bag of trail mix. Shiro because he bought it at a space mall with his own money, and Keith because he has a serious M&M addiction. It’s not even funny.

Before his father died, Keith would always pick the M&M’s out of trail mix, since that was cheaper, healthier, and more convenient than a bag of candy. Plus, his dad liked the raisins, so it was like a two-for-one deal. It was the first piece of candy he’d ever tried, and he liked to place them in order by color. Don’t ask why. It was his official favorite sweet, and he didn’t share them with anybody.

Not even with Shiro.

“Don’t start getting aggressive, Keith.”

He slumped back on the couch, muttering some choice words that Shiro hears but doesn’t bother to correct, and folded his arms. “Then at least give me a handful.”

Shiro frowned and plopped a robotic handful of trail mix into Keith’s small gloved hand. “Don’t just eat the M&M’s. I'm not taking back the other stuff.” And he left for the kitchen to grab a drink.

Keith stayed on the couch, crossing his legs and eating the almonds first because he hated them. He’d be saving the good stuff for last.

Because who doesn’t? Just me? Okay…

Then he ate the peanuts.

Then the cashews.

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131 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

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