#but am a little rusty

[mari-lair]

the response to the ant gon au was insane, here is some more on it

#I headcanon Gon associate Killua with joy so he will only start to remember him/his previous life when killua laughs genuinely with him #gon keep his sweet heart as an ant but he wouldn't be nearly as worried about a 'stranger' as he is with killua #hxh #hunter x hunter #gon freecss #killua zoldyck #killugon #ant gon au #man i gotta do more comics i am a little rusty uyguytft #mari draws #ant gon comic

[m00nchildthings]

Mating press and breeding kink with alucard 👉👈🥺

Hueuhuheuehu >:3c

(Authors note: it’s been so long since i wrote anything i feel like this sucks im sorry 😭anyway CW: BREEDING KINK, ALUCARD HAS BABY FEVER IN THIS ONE Y’ALL)

he's ruthless the way he folds you in half, alabaster hands cuffed into the back of your knees holding them to your heaving chest. usually alucard likes to hold himself as a much more, elegant lover. likes to take you apart piece by piece till your wailing, press his body to yours till melting into each other. but now how he takes you is hard and rough, burrowing thrusts that steal the breath from your lungs with every roll of his hips. 

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t know what exactly came over him, a visit to trevor and sylpha celebrating the recent birth of their daughter ana. the sight of you holding the quiet babe to your bosom while their older son fredric pulled at your skirts begging to be replace his infant sister had tickled something in him. the thought of his, your, own children replacing the kids holding your attention made his cock twitch in his trousers. it wasn’t long before he was hastening the visit gently reminding you of work that needed to be done at his castle. the two of you had barely made it through the doors of your looming home before he pounced you, dragging you away to one of the many rooms you had. clothes were quickly shredded to scraps, too much eagerness to wait to have them off he needed your body under him now.

 he couldn't help himself, already imagining your belly growing with proof of your child, your breasts swelling with milk the closer you got to your due date. he was ravenous grabbing any part of you he could as he wrangled your body into his desired position. your gleaming cunt winked up at him already glistening in arousal at his ministrations. usually he would feast upon you, drag his tongue through your folds till you cried for mercy before slowly sliding into you. but he couldn’t wait, would make it up to you later, he thought as he tapped the just pink head of his cock to your sopping cunt and pressing in.

“a-alucard,” you moaned his name breathlessly, fingers coming to tangle in his blond tresses as a pair of cold lips pressed to your breasts. you’d never seen him this way, never felt him this way. it was if he sought to make the head of his cock kiss your cervix with every thrust, you swore you could feel him in your stomach, grinding up your guts to make room for him.

“i want one, one of us,” he grunted dragging his tongue to your jugular and suckling at your speeding pulse. fingers came between you to rub circles on your clit and you choked at the tingling pleasure running up your spine.

“what-what are you-one want,” you said struggling to string together a coherent sentence as the tightness in your gut pulled close, eyes beginning to cross at the impending orgasm.

“a- baby!” he moaned out the last word, drooling as your climaxing cunt spasmed around him, milking his cock. his hands left the back of knees letting them fall onto his shoulders, his pale claws  ripped into the bedding by your head as he managed to press himself deeper still, ignoring your babbling of feeling to full.

“want a baby with you love,” he grunted golden eyes wild with want “ want a tiny wailing little thing to raise, gonna give you one, as many as you want!”

“a-a baby?,” you warbled only able to repeat from him as he fucked you back into that state of pre-orgasm nearly seconds after the last one. 

“yess, gonna fill you up with me, fill this pretty pussy up till your fat with my kids, till your tits leak milk for them my little incubusss,” his mouth wrapped around your bouncing tit sucking harshly on the pebbled nipple and you screamed, dull nails digging wherever you could reach, deep into the ivory skin pulled taught over the muscles rolling in his back. he pulled away gasping nearly as hard as you were before switching to your other breast and lavishing it with the same treatment.

it didn’t take long for you to cum, not with the way he was thrusting into the gummy catch of your cervix, pale happy trail tickling your clit as he kept you trapped in his mating press. you wailed cunt spasming around his cock once more, crying as you came again far too soon for the pleasure to be anything less than overwhelming. the feel of you clenching pussy was enough to drag him to orgasm as well, thrusting once, twice, before he spilled inside you the warm sensation running up you. 

for a moment you laid there breathless, a tangle of sweaty limbs, with your legs dangling uselessly over his now sticky back. alucard heaved himself off of you, using his dhampir strength to hold you down when you weakly tried to sit up, simply rolling the two of you onto your sides staying inside of you. he kissed the damp skin of your forehead before giving a slow roll of his hips chuckling at your weak mumbles of objection.

“sorry, sorry love,” he sighed massaging tender circles into your waist “just need to make sure it sticks,”

#Alucard Tepes #Alucard #alucard smut #alucard x reader #alucard tepes x reader #Castlevania #castlevania smut #ask #anon #as you can see #i am a little rusty #trying slowly but surely to get into writing again

[esaari]

🌸.

#oc #alek #hi i havent been around much lately #first piece of art in over a month so i am quite rusty #and i think i made alek a little too pretty here but i dont remember how to draw him.. or its just the hair that doesnt fit him #but continuing the tradition of drawing alek with my hairstyle so he must suffer #i havent had hair this long before and you sure do find your hairs *everywhere* and it is hateful #annnnyyway i hope u like im hoping to get more active w art but im also really enjoying viddy games as of late lols

[cold-neon-ocean]

belligerent

#Legend of Korra #LoK #Baatar Jr. #WIP #[ this is what happens when you don't feed your horse properly #your palm should be flat and open so they cannot bite you smh and Kuvira calls herself a horsegirl #it has been a hot minute since I drew Baatar I've missed him SO MUCH #I support this man's rights and his wrongs especially when he is biting people #and one thing about Baatar is that he will bite the hand that feeds him #(even affectionately) #this was a nice little thing to do as drawing has been so hard lately between work and everything my skills have felt so rusty #one of the most common comments I used to get on my Baatar art was people saying they wanted him to bite them #and that they liked how I drew his teeth #and let me tell you I felt so seen haha I am glad we are all on the same pages :) ] #Neon Ocean Art

[cygniavenue]

some diomedes/sthenelus for the soul

they've been through a lot, but not all of it is bad

#they can have little sweet moments sometimes as a treat #homie nose nuzzles for morale #sthenelus #(left) #diomedes #(right) #diosthe #tagamemnon #guys i am so rusty at art. i legit was not gonna post this because its not like. on-par with my other art stuff here #but i really love how sweet they look please look at them #mj draws

[dailystressmonster]

Halloween preparations

Hiii sorry i disappeared i worked on a massive project (winkwink) and then got hand pains<3

#stressmonster fanart #stressmonster101 #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #i am a little rusty but i try #i will try to post a biiiit more but no promises

[jays-supersonic-dynamo]

doodled my idea for BIG LOGAN from the new sets

#my art #fanart #lego dreamzzz #logan chan #logan dreamzzz #dreamzzz spoilers #i am running with this werewolf idea alright i am SPRINTING with it #babygirl is growing up….. my man……. #he desperately needs some new clothes so BAD my god…… #anyway im a little rusty w them but…. The Dreamzzz Sillies my beloveds!

[ch3shire-rabbit]

Feliz cumpleaños pajarito pendejo <3

(Extra)

#The reason he has two hats is because I forgot that I had wanted to give him a party hat but I had already gave him his other hat #I didn’t feel like erasing it so I just. Put it on top #I am a little rusty with him </3 #the three caballeros #crispy’s art #josé carioca #zé carioca #joe carioca

[loverboybrightsideghost]

zoscar, as promised 😌

#bluebird.txt #bluebird’s art #rqg #rusty quill gaming #zoscar #i’m so proud of this you don’t understand #is it amazing no but i think it’s pretty gosh darn good #and the most important part is i had hella fun drawing it <3 #just a man and his significant annoyance <3 #platonic life partners zoscar truly means so much to me. #i’m a little self conscious but you know what no. Look At My Art Boy. #i don’t really keep my art style super consistent in terms of like the brushes i use or whether i always draw realistic-er or how i color #but i am curious what some immutable elements my art may have if it does have them. like what are the things that i can’t notice? what are #the things that may indicate my art is mine that i don’t notice? what gives me away? #just musing. anyways hehe ZOSCAR!!!!

[derpy-thebdayclown]

cc oc yearly headshots. needed to add fish lol

anyways storytime. i’ve been a finger artist this whole time if you havent realized! i got a new phone and long story short, can’t draw on it properly bc new iphones dont have the same screen touch— thing?? so im on my ipad now.

i wont lie, i REALLY don’t like it. i am so used to using my finger to draw that using a pen is just RIDICULOUSLY hard for me. dont know what that means for my art. i just wanted to let people know that my art might look Funky for awhile

anyways. Camp camp ocs!!! i love my camp camp ocs. if you have questions about em, i’ll answer! (left to right, each row: eris, tiffany, andrew, mathilde, jingle, perry, VB, missy, rory, graham, lottie, ellis, fen, september, fish)

#camp camp #camp camp oc #cc oc #derpys ocs #headshots #woodscout oc #flowerscout oc #possibly am dramatic about the pen/ipad situation #look gang. ive used my finger to draw for like 7 years. #I am a little rusty with a pen. #i am also allergic to change so i am DYING 😭

[upperranktwo]

☆Oikawa Tōru☆

Requested by @princesstooru

#hq!!edit #dailyanime #anisource #haikyuu!! #hq!! #oikawa torū #useradrienne #usergojoana #usermemi #usergokalp #userokkottsus #userlisette #useraki #userdabiluna #sky colours #omg the return of my messed up colourings <3 the first since june last year #ty for your request mica! #sorry if this isn't the best since I am a little rusty lmao! #click for better quality! I did try resizing after but it didn't look right so I guess we're just having it like this1 #hopefully this looks okay! #I missed doing colourings! Hopefully I can keep up with them #<333 #ty again bestie1!1 #2k request #i will always hate shading white!!!!! it always looks like nothing was done to it lmaoooo I promise something is there!!! #missed colouring eyes and hair so much <333 #again hope this looks okay!!!! I am nervous since I haven't posted one in so so so so so so so long! #I rarely edit hq!! despite really enjoying it so I enjoy getting the chance to do so <3

[rhaasted]

I've come with a request if possible

Would a timkon snzfic be ok? Specifically Tim being the one sneezing(maybe allergies?) I don't want to overstep but honestly that's been on my mind for a bit, so if you could it would be much appreciated (sorry this is my first time requesting on Tumblr at all so I hope this is ok)

hey anon! a timkon snzfic is more than okay, it's welcomed! don't worry about overstepping, i'm honored to be your first request!

i made them a bit soft , i hope you don't mind. please enjoy :)

this is a sneeze kink fic!! cw fooor tim not accepting help, allergies, some mess .

The only issue with skipping out on sleep whenever possible was when it finally did hit that you do need sleep, it never comes.

Tim grumbled about this to himself as he turned over again, sighing into the soft covers of his bed. Maybe you’d be able to sleep if you ever kept your eyes closed, his mind criticized. He shut his eyes. He couldn’t help that they opened with every new idea running through his mind. He grumbled another complaint under his breath, the heat of his pillow irritating him. He knew he was starting to sound seriously disturbed, but he couldn’t help it. His body was finally in a position to rest, his overworked muscles loosening painfully slowly. Couldn’t his brain get the idea? He didn’t want to turn over again and risk waking his boyfriend up. He made out Kon’s body in the darkness, the young man’s muscular figure covered by a mound of blankets. Tim watched them expand as he breathed. His hand twitched absentmindedly as he thought of reaching out to the young Kryptonian.

This is stupid. I shouldn’t wake him up just because I can’t deal with my own shit.

The former robin rubbed his face with a cold hand. Another glance at his laptop.

If I’m just going to be wasting time...

Carefully lifting the covers, he slipped out of the bed. His lack of sleep made him feel a familiar weightlessness as he padded to his desk. Sitting quietly, he opened his laptop. The immediate brightness radiating off the screen filled the room, prompting him to shut it with a less-than-delicate snap. His eyes adjusted poorly, and he blinked uncertainly, recalibrating. He strained to hear Kon’s breathing.

A beat of silence.

Tim released his breath. Cracking his laptop open just a fraction, he tried to lift the screen with a slow finger. Just enough to reach the brightness button.

“Tim?”

Shit.

Another beat of silence.

“...Yes?”

A soft groan. “What are you doing up?” Tim set his jaw as Kon blinked for a moment, light eyes focusing on their rectangular digital clock. He blinked again as he read the time, expression blank.

“Tim, it’s three in the morning.” Kon sat up slowly, voice measured and low from sleep. “Why are you up?”

“I couldn’t sleep so... I thought it’d be a good idea to get some work done.”

A long stretch of silence followed as Tim watched Kon think. “You’re always saying that,” he finally responded. Kon resisted the urge to follow his statement with have you even tried? He knew it wouldn’t be fair. Tim could spend weeks with minimal amounts of sleep, but it still worried him. On the occasions it didn’t end well, Kon found himself biting back a frustrated I told you. He knew it wasn’t Tim’s fault. Still, little things wore on him. How Tim’s dark circles deepened, appearing like bruises. The way Tim would give up halfway through a sentence, fatigue clouding his expression. The sound of his teeth grinding when he finally did fall into sleep.

Tim ran his fingers over his laptop awkwardly in the silence.

“Tim, I know you want to work, but... just come to bed,” he sighed. “We have a long day ahead of us.”

Tim shifted apprehensively. Another few hours of turning sounded like the least restful thing on Earth.

“Please.”

Tim sighed guiltily, rising from his chair. Climbing back into bed, Kon drew close to press gentle fingers to Tim’s temples. Tim closed his eyes as Kon moved his thumbs over his eyebrows.

“/kaozhaswitodh voi/,” he breathed. Sleep well. “Rest.”

Kon felt his boyfriend’s chest rise and fall with quiet breaths. He frowned as he ran his thumbs over Tim’s dark circles. Tim scrunched his face a bit, breath wavering.

“Shh, just relax,” Kon soothed.

“No, I-hhHhuh!” Tim shuddered, placing a frantic hand on his boyfriend’s chest. “Hh’tTZZSsch!”

“Oh — bless you,” Kon murmured.

Tim sniffled, rubbing a knuckle under his septum. “S-hh! ...Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Hope you’re not coming down with something,” Kon pressed a kiss to Tim’s forehead as his breathing slowed, face relaxing minutely.

I wish you could ask me for help, Kon’s heart swelled. It threatened to claw its way up his throat. If there was any way to help, I’d do it in a heartbeat.

He remained silent, closing his eyes as he pressed a cheek to Tim’s soft hair.

——

“Let’s circle back around to—”

“hhtd! hh! h’ESshh’eu!...augh,” Tim scrubbed at his face with a gloved hand.

“Bless you.”

“h- hha!... Hhuh,” Tim hitched desperately into his hand, mask wrinkling along with the bridge of his nose. Kon flew down slowly from his post, jacket fluttering over his kevlar suit. Tim remained squatting, observing for movement in the buildings below.

“Maybe we should call it a night,” the clone placed a hand on Tim’s shoulder.

“Im’b dot sick.” The whites of the mask covering his eyes narrowed, but he made no move to face his boyfriend.

“You’ve been sneezing all day,” Kon removed his hand, his eyes betraying the worry in his comment.

“I already told you id’s because of the polled id the air.” He fought to keep the irritation out of his voice.

The Kryptonian said nothing. Tim heard his footsteps retreat to the other side of the roof.

“You guys do't get allergies,” Tim said, sniffling back congestion. “It is’d that bad.” He winced at the slight rasp in his throat from stifling too many harsh sneezes. A headache had threatened his throbbing temples for the past hour, and his patience was wearing thin. Not to mention the persistent itch spreading across his face throughout the night, his nose twitching and dripping like a faucet.

He shivered with another sneeze.

The muscles in Kon’s jaw worked.

“hhih! hHShhk-!”

Cut short, Kon thought as he crossed his arms. His fingers twitched where they gripped his bicep.

“—ngk’sheu...” Tim breathed out slowly, a dull pain pounding against his forehead. snffk!

Gross, he grimaced in embarrassment as he pinched some moisture from his nostrils. His head felt heavy from the congestion. The pressure behind his eyes and nose hurt, but his runny nose was relentless. He crushed a knuckle to his septum, nose scrunching as he took a ragged breath.

“tiihsshhew’h!”

He wiggled his nose as another tremor shook his frame.

"hhd’DSShh’ue! hpp-ksSHHh! guh... hpt-!” Another greedy gasp sent him pitching forward into his hands. “hhGGKKSHHu! uh! jJSSHH-hhhjJJSHhHu! Shit,” he breathed, head tipping back for another punishing round. His shoulders tensed, mouth dropping open with a final, pitchy gasp of surrender.

“hIH’GZSHHuh!! hheh-! haH-! hapt’SSH’iu!" He misted the air, the force of the last sneeze escaping through his teeth. He suppressed a groan as he pinched his nose, gently rubbing his nostrils back and forth. They twitched and flexed against his fingers, slick with moisture. The rough massage relieved his sinuses momentarily, but the squelching noise made him self-conscious. Pink spread across his cheeks.

He glanced back at Kon through watery eyes, the younger man having taken to pacing back and forth. He didn’t exactly look unhappy, but his stiff gait and loose fists hinted at his frustration. Tim caught his eye as he walked, the Kryptonian's gaze a cutting blue. He looked away.

Tim could make it through a few more hours.

The criminals of Gotham seemed to pour through the cracks, testing Tim’s stamina and overexerting his weary body.

Cuffing the last of the assailants, Tim felt his swollen sinuses prickle viciously. His eyes fluttered closed, shoulders hiking up jerkily-

“hhn! —KSSCCHh’ew!!, shit,” he breathed. He hadn’t had time to aim the sneeze away, spraying the criminal’s hands with the remains of his dignity.

“Oh, yuck,” the man groaned. “Now I’m infected too.”

“Shut it,” Tim snapped.

“Aw, what’s the problem? Your little boyfriend not pulling his weight?” The man sneered, craning his neck.

Tim tightened his grip on the man’s shoulder, mouth pulled into a tight line.

“Ihh told you, to be... quie-hh! quiet-!” Tickly inhales turned into ragged gasps, his sight blurring as his eyes rapidly watered. “hhH’RRGSHHh’n! Ack,” a thick line of mess had fallen onto his cupid’s bow. He brought an arm up to cover, another violent sneeze ripping through him.

“That’s enough,” Kon approached with steady footsteps. “The perimeter is clear. The police will take him now.”

Tim nodded curtly, turning to sneeze over his shoulder. His headache rang deafeningly loud, strong pulse pumping through his temples. He took a shaky step away from his boyfriend, eyes shut tight as he clamped a hand over his mouth and nose. ‘hhH’RRSHH—!” A thick spray burst into his glove, heat coating his palm.

“Red?” Kon prompted.

“Ghh.” Tim was frozen, hand still over his face. He removed his hand slowly, still turned away, cringing at the thin lines of mess tethered to his hand. Fuck.

“We should go,” he managed without hitching. The cold air teased his warm nostrils, the thin skin there chapped and red.

“Tim,” Kon started, exasperated. “Slow down. Look at me.”

Tim kept his back turned.

“C’mon,” the younger man urged.

“See you back at home.”

Kon watched him fire his grapple hook, disappearing into the night.

——

Kon closed the window to their apartment, his heart tight with hurt. Tim’s coarseness had wormed its way into his mood, and he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. Tim had arrived first, signaled by the light in the bathroom being on. Kon carefully took his suit off, changing into a comfortable t-shirt and pajama shorts.

He risked a knock on the bathroom door.

“Hey, it’s me.” He looked down, dark hair falling into his face as he shifted tiredly.

“Kon?” The door opened, revealing a teary-eyed robin. Turning away, he coughed into his fist.

“I got you something. I don’t know,” Kon shifted, “if this will help, but — I asked the lady at Walgreens and she — “ he took a breath, forcing himself to stop tripping over his words. “She said this might help,” he finished.

Tim peered down at the package Kon held. The picture on the box displayed an oddly shaped device. A steamer.

Tim felt like a complete asshole.

“She also showed me where the medicines are,” Kon pursed his lips as he rummaged around the plastic bag. “I got two kinds, uh, because she said they make people sleepy sometimes,” Kon held up the two small packages.

“I’m sure you’ve already tried taking medicine for it — she said they’re newer brands,” he mumbled, turning one of the packages over to inspect the instructions.

“Kon,” Tim started.

“Hm?” He looked up, blue eyes wide and thoughtful. Tim felt like he’d been shot.

“...I’m sorry. Like, really sorry. I’ve been treati’g you like shit and it’s not fair — I’ll make it up to you — I just,” his voice wavered, hoarse from sneezing.

“Tim,” Kon shook his head. Tim blinked, wiping moisture from his eyes. Kon couldn’t tell if it was from emotion or allergic tears. The Kryptonian hugged him, strong arms wrapped around his lean frame.

“I know it’s hard,” Kon murmured into his hair. “I don’t blame you.”

“But I still—” Tim cut in, shaking his head.

“Let me be there. You're right, I don’t know what it’s like, but I want to help. Wake me up — I don’t care.” I worry, he wanted to say. The words caught in his throat. Tim leaned into him.

“Thagk you for bei’g... patiend,” he managed, humming in appreciation as Kon ran his firm fingers over Tim’s shoulder blades.

A few moments passed, neither man moving from the warmth of their embrace.

“Tim,” Kon called him out of a peaceful dip in consciousness.

“Hn?”

“I know you’re tired, but I need you awake a little longer, okay? You should take one of those... zyrtecs.”

A slow blink.

“Yeah. ‘Kay.”

“Did you want to shower?” Kon ran a gentle hand through Tim’s hair, softly scratching the base of his head.

No response. Tim’s head began to lull forward, cheeks still flushed, but less. A trace of an allergic tear shone on his cheek.

“Red?”

“hhiih! —tsshH’yew!” Tim sneezed suddenly, misting Kon’s arm.

“Excuse you,” Kon teased.

"Huh," he responded. "huhh, hh! iihhh- ...yhH'DSSCHH'hn!"

“Ope, big one,” Kon brushed the hair out of Tim’s face. He pulled back a bit, smiling at the choppy breaths torturing his boyfriend. The former robin’s mouth dropped open, eyes fluttering shut in surrender. His nose twitched, shiny nostrils flaring erratically. The Kryptonian put a steady hand on his back.

“Bless you,” he said preemptively.

Tim cracked an eye open, expression desperate, brows furrowed in anticipation. His hand hovered shakily as he gasped.

“hhH! hn... hh? hhHiDDZZSCHHuh!! HEHh!... hhoh, ehHH-GZZSCcch! HAH—TZZDSchhH! –h! … hih-- HEHH!!... hH-GSSSCH-uu!!...” They tumbled out of him, messy and punishing, congestion crackling at the ends of each release.

Kon laughed as Tim looked up, red-rimmed eyes squinting in hazy discomfort as he rubbed his nose. He sniffled, coughing softly as he knuckled the side of his right nostril. His breath stuttered, and he switched to using his palm instead, rubbing the tortured appendage more insistently. A groan escaped his lips, his body too stuck in the temporary relief to feel embarrassed about the clicking noises coming from his sinuses. Kon handed him a tissue, pulling the new device out of its box. He plugged it into the wall.

“That'll wake you up,” he smiled. 

“Nnnng.” More squelching. He blew lazily into the tissue, a syrupy, gurgling sound that didn’t sound the least bit relieving.

Tim aimed another sleepy, unrestrained sneeze at the floor. Light flecks of spit fell on his shirt, but Kon doubted he noticed. The taller man poured water into the cartridge, snapping it into place before pressing the button. A few minutes passed, Tim snorting and snuffling miserably into an abused tissue. More than once he pulled the collar of his shirt over his nose, helplessly misting his chest and abdomen with more spraying outbursts. Soon, steam was released in steady clouds, and Kon hovered a hand over to check the temperature.

“Here,” he called. “I think it’s ready now. The lady said it would help you breathe,” Kon thumped the counter anxiously with his fingers. Tim blinked, slowly lowering his face to inhale the steam. Exhausted, the former robin’s shoulders sagged, his elbows resting on the counter as he leaned forward. Moments passed, the steam teasing his sinuses as it slowly wafted into his airways, but it didn’t make a noticeable difference. His thin nostrils flared to full capacity, tickly chuffs of air interrupting his attempts to inhale properly. He coughed roughly.

“Breathe,” Kon ran his firm fingers over Tim’s back in a soothing circular motion.

Tim squinted another moment, his shoulders suddenly jumping with the promise of a sneeze. "HhT!, nhhh... hh-- huHH'DDSCHHH!!" His tired body convulsed as a thick sneeze rushed out of him, his head snapping forward helplessly. Flecks of spit hit the clear mask, awfully wet and sticky. He shook his head from side to side ever so slightly before his head dipped again, sneezing raggedly, “hhiuDT’GSCHHh-un! uh-... hhn,” a low whine, “hehh! ...ha-byrsccht!” His nostrils flared as mess dripped down his cupid’s bow, abdomen rippling with rapid breaths.

“That’s it,” Kon tucked a tuft of hair behind his ear.

Tim’s neck tensed, diaphragm straining as- “-aE’SSCHHHt!!” He sneezed loudly, startling the younger man, the release uncharacteristically vocal and unrestrained. Another sneeze cut into the steady flow of steam, thin clouds swirling with the interruption. “hhH-RSSHH’u!” Beads of distilled water collected on the rims of his nostrils as the tip of his nose twitched. A tear slipped down his nose, falling onto the steamer below. His breath caught again, ramping hitches making erratic little puffs of steam swirl around the mask, onto his face.

“hhih!Hh- hHH'YESSSCHHh'uwh! —RRSHHH’U! uh, hiiTD-!!” His chest heaved with another pant, pink nostrils flaring wide. He shook his head with another sneeze, hair falling into his face. His shoulders practically vibrated with effort. “hHh-EDSCHHh’UW!! Guh...” Kon pressed a handful of tissues into his hand, and he blew into it gratefully, the sound decidedly less thick and more bubbly.

“Better?”

“Better,” Tim’s nose twitched in protest as Kon’s wiped a tear from his cheek. His face was buzzing, sensitive to the gentle touch. Tim slumped against his boyfriend, his breathing slowing down.

“Let’s get you into bed,” Kon nuzzled his nose into the crook of Tim’s neck, kissing him. “I’ll make us some instant noodles.”

“Okay,” Tim relaxed, finally not on the edge of a sneeze. His abused vocal cords caused the end of his agreement to come as a rasp, and he made a face. “Pretend you didn’t hear that.”

“Hear what?”

“snffhhHEPSCCHHU’n!”

“I can pretend I didn’t hear that either.”

“snfK! Nnnng... please do.”

#yeh #so #hi comeback! #boy am i getting PELTED rn #I LOVE TIMKON timkon ftw #better than timsteph or timber i said it. #im kidding i love them all but timkon got that lil kick to it yk #so many tags i apologize #good thing no one reads em #might edit this a little later but im happy with this despite feeling uber rusty 😞 #i put my heart into it #anyway! #snzblr #sneezeblr #snz blog #sneezefic #sneeze kink #snzfic #snz fet #allergy sneezes #sneezefucker

[kitsuna21]

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EVERYTHING - LEE HEESEUNG

word count: 2.8k…

pairing: heeseung x gn!reader

synopsis: you are a freshly moved in tenant to a cheaply priced apartment, but is it too good to be true?

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, strangers-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers more of a miscommunication trope, college student!reader, neighbor!heeseung

warnings: none!

rating: pg

a/n: for @dearhee!! hi, i was matched with you for the @kflixnet's exchange event! i'm a bit shy so i didn't message you, but i've enjoyed seeing your posts on my dash ^^ i hope you enjoy this short oneshot piece! the title is based off of everything by kehlani. i had a hard time choosing between her song and butterfly dream by khalil fong, also i did kinda get carried away and made you a fic playlist! and an older outdated playlist i made for heeseung a while back if you'd like to listen to it! sorry this author's note is so long omg.

Brown moving boxes cluttered your new living room. Sure, it looked a bit barren and depressing from the boxes and bubble-wrapped items lying around, but those would be dealt with right after you finished your coursework. Sitting down at the kitchen table you and Jungwon assembled just hours ago, your mouse hovered over the pause button of your laptop.  

You were attempting to finish the recorded lecture your professor posted yesterday. Latin American Politics seemed like a fascinating topics course to take, and to top it off, the professor had stellar reviews from classmates. Who would’ve known that you were getting yourself into the most intensive courses you’ve taken to date? The readings were interesting and you never had a problem completing them, but what drove you insane was the exams. Your professor would always include questions that would leave a lot up for interpretation, yet he would grade it seemingly randomly based on his mood.  The other half of the questions would require you to know a decent amount of outside information since he would ask questions that were never discussed in class or case studies, but would be relating to relevant precedents.

Something that was quickly driving you insane was your next door neighbor. You hadn’t had the chance to introduce yourself yet, but for almost the entire time you tried to watch the lecture, music could be heard through your shared wall. You thought the noise would subside if you waited long enough, but your patience finally met its limit when they turned up their music enough for you to feel the bass. 

This isn't how you imagined introducing yourself to your neighbors. You weren’t hoping to be best friends with them or anything, but you definitely didn’t think you’d be storming over to their doorstep at 11pm to complain. Still, it’s a weekday. How could they not have the common sense to be courteous of those who needed to wake up early in the morning?

Opening your door, you walked over and knocked three times on the door. A man with grayish blonde hair opened the door with a quizzical smile flashed towards you.

And maybe, no, definitely, his looks would’ve been more noticed by you on any other day. But you had an oral exam to finish polishing to present in front of your professor and classmates. 

“Can you lower your music please? I’m trying to study and it’s distracting,” You request, without paying much attention to your neighbor’s confusion gradually showing on his face. 

“I wasn’t playing any music though?” He innocently replies.

“For the past forty minutes I’ve listened to music from your side of the wall, don’t act innocent,” You groan. 

He smirked at you, “Sure, I can ‘turn it down’,” emphasizing the last part by using air quotes with his hands. 

“What do you mean with the air quotations?” You frown, imitating the air quotes he made moments ago. 

“Don’t you think you owe me a favor for turning down my music? I mean it is my apartment, I should be able to act how I want. Not my fault that the building’s walls are thin,” He shrugs. 

Of course, your neighbor is entitled. Just great. 

“You won’t turn it down? Okay, there’s an easy solution. What was the landlord’s number again? I think filing a noise complaint would make my problem solved real quick,” You answered, unlocking your phone screen and showing the dial pad screen to him.

His smirk fades, “Alright, alright, I’ll stop playing my music and singing,” taking your phone and typing a number onto it, “here’s my number.” He extended his hand to you with your phone placed on his palm. 

You snatched your phone back, narrowing your eyes at him. “Why give me your number? So you can bother me through texts and phone calls instead?” You scoff, already heading back to your apartment next door. 

“You can message me instead of our landlord when I make noise again,” He waves, before slamming his door behind you. 

Asshole.

One thing you absolutely hated was hot weather. Without the A/C on in the middle of today, a day that was record-breakingly hot, you felt certain you would melt any minute now. Your landlord sent out an email to all of the tenants in the morning explaining that the A/C broke and would probably be repaired by tonight. You didn’t need her email to wake you up though. You were already awake, sweating profusely. The comforter had long been thrown to the floor. You stumbled sleepily to your thermostat which read as 100°F/38°C. Outside it was a bit cooler, but being outside only exposed you to the blazing sun. It was truly choosing the lesser of two evils. 

What made the day even worse is that you ran into your annoying neighbor, whose name you learned is Heeseung, as you went outside to make a quick run to buy some cold snacks. It did make it slightly better when he was covered in as much, if not more sweat than you. You couldn’t revel in his misfortune for too long though. He miraculously managed to trip over his doormat, falling onto you. Both of you scowled at each other while childishly wiping each other’s germs off yourselves. 

He hadn’t played his music anymore since the day you confronted him, but he did sing nearly everyday. If you weren’t studying, you couldn’t help admiring how talented he was. His vocals sounded like they came straight from a CD. But your appreciation for his talent never lasted long, since he always had an intuitive sense to bother you. 

Y/N, I sound good, don’t I?

How would you feel if I serenaded you sometime?

Don’t you think a guy who can sing is sooooooo hot?

Have any song requests Y/N?

His texts immediately removed any hint of charisma his music might’ve given him. Heeseung knew that his texts drove you insane, and if you were just an ounce less nice than you were, he would’ve been blocked a long time ago. Still, he had texted you about a week ago informing you he’d be redoing the foam sound panels he installed a couple years back in order to hopefully be more soundproof for your sake. While you felt relieved that you would finally have some peace and quiet after weeks of living with his incessant noise, it was bittersweet. You had grown used to his singing, occasionally singing along to the songs you knew. Although, it didn’t change the fact that he was still arrogant as ever whenever he interacted with you. 

Snapping out of your thoughts about Heeseung, the elevator doors opened on your floor. You looked down into the plastic bag of goods you got from the convenience store and sighed disappointedly at the distorted shape of the ice cream you bought. 

“Sorry if the phone was cut out, I was in the elevator. But Jake, I’m going to die in this heat!” You whined through the phone, searching your pockets with your free hand for your keys. 

“Why don’t you just come over to my place then?” He offers generously.

“That would give me the perfect excuse to see Layla…” You trail off, tempted by your friend’s invitation. 

“See, Y/N just come over and we can eat some ice cream to cool down,” Jake persuades you further. 

“You know, I actually got ice cream and other stuff and I’m pretty sure it melted on impact the moment I stepped into this damn complex,” You reveal, lightening up at the sound of Jake’s laughter. 

You finally found your keys and unlocked your door, noticing the fan by your door. There was a Post-It note attached to it: You seemed to need it more than me - Seung. He was definitely sweating more than you earlier, so why would he give his fan to you?

“Jake, my annoying neighbor just left me a really nice fan to use?” You tell him, still glancing over the note. All of a sudden? For no reason? Your suspicions grew as they usually did, sure that he must have an ulterior motive. Nevertheless, you carried the fan and your melted snacks into your apartment. 

“You mean the neighbor with the angelic singing voice?” Jake asks to confirm he was thinking about the same neighbor. 

You open your fridge, placing each item in their designated spot, “You heard him one time, Jake.”

“One time was enough, Y/N. Dude’s got the voice of an angel for real,” Jake stands his ground. 

Rolling your eyes, you take out the semi-frozen pineapple juice you put in the freezer hours ago. The original plan was to drink it for yourself, but it couldn’t stop bothering you that Heeseung had seemingly been nice for no reason. The fan he gave you blew cold air and if you wanted it to be even colder you could add cold water or ice to a compartment. It was expensive, you could tell from the look of it alone. Also, you did happen to browse for fans while you were waiting in line at the convenience store. Was the fan in front of you the one you considered buying? That’s not important right now…

“Y/N?” Jake’s voice snaps you away from your thoughts. 

“Sorry, give me a sec,” You grabbed the plastic bag on the counter and added the frozen pineapple juice and gummies to it. It’s not equivalent to his fan, but at least it’s something. 

You reopened your door, preparing to hang the bag on his door handle and go back to your conversation. What you didn’t expect was Heeseung to be walking in the hallway, humming a song while twirling his keys with one hand and carrying takeout in the other. He caught you in the middle of what was supposed to be a discrete delivery, raising his eyebrow in amusement. 

“And what do I owe the pleasure, Y/N L/N?” He moseyed over to you, flashing one of his infamous smiles at you. 

“I just left some things in the bag since you gave me that fan. I appreciate it, but um, if you don’t want the snacks since you just got food, I can grab it later,” You mumbled, trying to scurry back into your apartment since Jake was definitely going to tease you about any interaction you had with Heeseung. 

“Wait, is that the angelic neighbor, Y/N?” Jake’s voice practically booms from your phone. You must’ve accidentally pressed the speaker button. Heeseung’s smile only grows wider as he looks at your phone, with you being completely mortified and hanging up on your best friend. 

“Angelic neighbor, huh?” 

“Don’t let it get to your head, Heeseung. That’s just my friend’s nickname for you,” You attempt to crush anything he was imagining, matching his cheeky energy. 

“Aw, so you talk about me that much? I’m flattered, really,” He places a hand on his heart, closing his eyes in a feigned earnest expression. 

“He heard you singing one time, Heeseung. Then, I mean I might’ve told him you were always singing with that flawless voice of yours, but that was it really,” You rambled, not thinking much about the words that were coming out of your mouth. 

“Flawless voice…” He repeats, turning shy at the surprise compliment you gave. 

You were completely unaware of what you said, still trying to make your way back to your apartment. 

“Anyways, if you don’t have anything else to say I’m going to head back into my place…” You point with your thumb to your door, confused as to why he suddenly turned so quiet. 

“Thank you.” 

Now it was your turn to be surprised, “For what?”

“I’ve been going to all these auditions but keep getting rejected. Each place I go nitpicks my technique, but you called my voice flawless. I guess I really needed to hear that right now,” Heeseung explains, now fidgeting with his keys. 

The puzzle pieces started falling into place, “So that’s why you’re always singing?”

He nodded in response, “The first day you came over to my door, I was practicing for a callback the following morning. I knew that we were expecting a new tenant and sure, I heard you moving things in, but moving in took me like three days. The last time someone new moved in was me, which was two years ago. So, I just assumed that you would still be moving in. It didn’t occur to me that you could’ve moved all your stuff in one day. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was making that much noise that night, I didn’t know you were all moved in yet.”

His sincere apology surprised you for the second time, “I’m sorry, too. I’m a law school student and I was prepping for an exam that determined a huge part of my grade. I can get a bit sensitive to sounds when I’m studying for exams,” You apologized back. 

Heeseung’s fingers stopped fidgeting with his keys as his expression softened, “Thank you for the snacks, I’ll enjoy them, Y/N.”

The warmth in his voice as he said your name made you flustered, used to him only saying your name in a teasing tone, “Y-Yeah, no problem. Thanks for the fan, I’ll use it well.”

“Oh, before I forget, I was going to drop off one of these sandwiches by the fan if you weren’t home yet,” He reaches into his takeout bag and hands you a sandwich. 

Today must be the day he decided to endlessly surprise you since he handed you your regular order from the local deli, “How’d you know my order…?”

“About a week ago, you made an UberEats and the delivery person knocked on my door first,” He nonchalantly explained. 

“Ah, I see. But why are you being so nice to me? I mean it’s a complete 180 from this morning,” You question him, still suspicious of his kindness. 

“I just woke up when I tripped into you earlier. Also, I absolutely hate hot weather so I would’ve made that face if I bumped into anyone,” Heeseung answers, “I hope that we can get along from now on.”

You nod in agreement and thank him for the fan and sandwich once again before parting. 

Finally back in your apartment, you FaceTimed Jake only to be met with the faces of both him and Jungwon. 

“Tell us everything!” 

Months had passed since Heeseung and you finally cleared up your misunderstandings. Your once sour relationship with him had turned into a strong friendship, spending most of each other’s free time with each other. 

His love as a friend was anything but conventional. He knew all of your details, from the first time you officially hung out and watched the newest John Wick movie to the time when you went to a dog cafe together, he was always attentive to you and your interests. You were equally attentive to him, recommending songs that would suit his voice, or sending videos about fishing since it was his hobby. Jake had grown closer to Heeseung as well, reporting back to Jungwon each time you and Heeseung would gush about each other. 

It was obvious to everyone that you loved each other. Well, obvious to everyone but the two of you. That was, until one fateful summer night spent on the apartment’s rooftop with each other. You were watching a fireworks show in the distance, enamored with the various colors filling the dark night sky. 

“Isn’t it stunning, Seung?” You exclaimed happily, not breaking your attention from the fireworks in front of you. 

He wasn’t looking at the fireworks though. His eyes were fixed on you beside him, taking in everything you are, “Yeah, absolutely stunning.”

You turned towards him, only to be met with his unwavering gaze, “Heeseung?”

He softly led you to the table and chairs on the rooftop, hinting that he wanted to sit down next to you. You followed him, picking up when he wanted to say something.

After a deep breath in Heeseung began, “Y/N, I love the way you teach me about things I never would have thought to learn about. I love the way you listen to my concerns and nonsensical excited rants about my favorite shows or album releases. I love your extrovertedness and willingness to help those around you. I love your laugh. I love you.”

“Heeseung, I love you too,” You reply, unable to properly formulate all the reasons why you loved him. If you started listing the reasons why you loved him, you feared you would never stop. 

But your confession back was enough for him to shine brighter than any of the fireworks you watched before, “Really?”

You smile at him, causing him to envelop you in a hug. 

Who would’ve thought that your noisy neighbor all those months ago would end up being the person you loved?

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